Rayne proceeded up the front steps of Ravenmore's Cafe. Ever since the cafe opened two years ago she stopped by every day. Pierce, the owner, made great coffee and the best cookies in town. Pierce was a middle-aged, slightly balding man with a little bit of a gut. With thin framed glasses and a goofy looking goatee he looked like an absolute 'Star Trek' geek, but Rayne found him to be a complete hottie. As she was opening the cafe door she hoped he was not there today. She always thought she looked like such a dork drooling over a balding nerd.
She was greeted with the scent of coffee and Pierce's booming voice, "Merry met! Want your usual? Or you feeling brave enough to try my special?"
Ever since Pierce learned she was Pagan he greeted her with 'merry met', which is the Pagan version of 'hello'. Rayne slid her long, colorful Dr.Who scarf off and laid it on the table closest to the register. She then unbuttoned her black leather trench coat and folded it on top of the table. 'What is your special?" Rayne asked.
"Its Pierce's Cure for the Winter Blues. Basically it's hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream." He answered while waving as the last customers left the store.
"Okay, I'll try it." Rayne said as she began to dig for her wallet.
"So, how's the Brew business today?" Pierce made small talk as he prepared her hot chocolate. He was referring to her store 'The Witches Brew' which was located down the street from the cafe.
"A little slow today. I closed up shop early. No one wants to come out in this awful snow." Rayne pointed toward the display window. It had begun to snow the day before and was only suppose to get worse. The streets were already topped with 12" of it. Her eyes roamed back to Pierce as he was putting the final touches on her drink.
"Yeah, I know, it was a bitch getting to work today." Pierce joked as he handed her the steaming cup. Both of them lived on the second story of their buildings. The buildings they both rented were not large, but they served the purpose. She giggled at his joke and then mentally slapped herself for sounding like a sixteen-year-old high school student. She noticed his hands as he took her money, they were very large. His arms were big too. He must lift plenty of heavy boxes working here. His voice snapped her out of her daze. "I personally like the snow, it gives couples a reason to snuggle and create a lot of heat."
Rayne's eyes flew up to his face to find him looking directly at her. She immediately bowed her head, letting her long raven black hair drift over her face. It was as if electric sparks were going off in the room, the air was so tense. She was relieved when he changed the subject. "Are those leather pants your wearing?" Why did he have to ask about her pants though? Damn him! Can't we talk about something else? Thoughts were racing through her head and she was beginning to have problems breathing.
She smiled, "Yeah, I bought these babies over the Internet." Rayne twirled for him and mentally slapped herself again for acting like a fool.
Pierce's heart throb in his chest as she spun around, letting him see the way her leather pants clung to her form. She was such a sexy gothic girl. He judged her age to be in the early twenties. She wasn't some skinny pathetic waif of a girl. He liked the fact that she was voluptuous. Her curves sent his mind whirling. Pierce could tell that underneath her tight corset that she had big beautiful breasts. "They look great. You think they have a pair big enough for me?" He tried to laugh his arousal off.
"I found my size didn't I." Rayne laughed as she modeled in her cute pants. He made her feel so beautiful. Her breaths were coming in shorter and shorter. Rayne felt her chest tighten and she almost doubled over.
