"This can't be legal," she whispered. He raised his head. "Why not?" "It feels too good." He chuckled. She heard the sound, felt the soft exhalation of cool air on her bare, damp breasts, but she couldn't see anything. Not him, not herself. It was strange, but in a good way. The darkness gave her courage. "Take your clothes off," she said, knowing that she would never have managed the words in the light. "Yes, ma'am." There was rustling, then nothing, then the distinctive sound of a zipper being pulled down. Her heart thundered in her chest. She tried to imagine him naked. What would he look like? Thinking about him naked made her imagine him standing in front of her--erect. And thinking about that made her think about him pushing inside of her. Filling her. Making her-- "Condom," she gasped. A movement stopped. "What?" Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before? "I'm not on anything right now," she whispered. "Birth control. I'm not on the Pill." She gestured helplessly. "Shit, fuck, damn." Disappointment tied her in knots. "I was really only interested in that middle part," she joked. There was a second of silence, followed by a low chuckle. "You're never predictable, Phoebe. I'll give you that. Cross your fingers." "What?" "Cross your fingers. I might have a condom in my shaving kit."