I wrote this one day a long time ago. I had never really done any creative writing. I started to feel really creepy towards the end. Enjoy:

It's Cold in Here Too

Jane was beginning to realize how little she was interested in Steve. He had seemed like a great guy at the bar. Attractive, witty, definitely a smooth talker. He'd managed to take her attention away from how many drinks he'd been buying for her. When he offered a ride home she didn't even think to say no-- the long walk home wasn't a thrilling premise in December in Vermont. When Steve mentioned that his place was on the way and they should go up for a nightcap, it raised some alarms in her head, but what could one last drink hurt?

But now she was in an uncomfortable situation. She'd had noticed in the car that he and she had different definitions of "on the way," but at that point felt obligated to have a drink. They'd barely made their way into his small house when Steve had made his move. He stuck his arms inside her jacket and pulled her body against his by her hips. Instinctively she pushed him away as he sloppily kissed her neck.

"I really can't stay," she said, finally breaking free of his grasp.

"But baby, it's cold outside," he replied with a wink.

Clearly he wasn't getting it.

"I've got to go... away" she said, making her way to the door.

"But baby, it's cold outside," he repeated more firmly, placing himself in her path.

Jane smiled weakly. "This evening has been-"

"Been hoping that you'd drop in," Steve interrupted with a sly smile.

Jane realized then why he'd seemed so familiar in the bar. She'd seen him around town... in the supermarket, the drug store - had he been following her?

She decided to play it cool and not escalate the situation. "...so very nice," she continued.

He moved in close to her and took her hand. Could he really think this was going to happen?

"I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."

He could. Jane was getting nervous at this point. Maybe he'd let her go if he knew she had people waiting for her?

"My mother will start to worry..." she said, twisting her warm hand from his grip.

He casually stepped aside a flipped a switch and a gas fireplace behind her turned on. "Beautiful, whats your hurry?" he asked with a slight grin as the fire reflected in his slightly maniacal eyes.

"My father will be pacing the floor," she insisted, looking at him pleadingly.

He looked past her, into the fire. "Listen to the fireplace roar."

There was the slight chance she could get around him and to the door. "So, really," she said with a nervous laugh as she shuffled quickly around him, "I'd better scurry."

She was almost out of his reach when he took her hand again and swung her onto a leather loveseat. "Beautiful," he said sternly, "please don't hurry." It was clear that he wasn't going to let her leave without her giving in a little.

"Well... maybe just a half a drink more".

He looked at her intently for several seconds, studying her face. He smiled. "Put some records on while I pour," he instructed, gesturing to his vinyl collection and record player across the room, opposite the door.

Steve waited until she started fiddling with the record player before he wheeled a bar cart next to the fireplace.

Jane began to plan her escape. She could scream for help, but what if he turned violent? She had no idea how crazy he was. Still, maybe screaming for help was the best choice. She murmured to herself "the neighbors might think-"

"Baby, it's bad out there," Steve interrupted from right behind her, gesturing to the window. It was snowing lightly. He handed her a drink that seemed to fizz a bit more than it should have. He stared at her until she gave in and took a decent sip.

"Say, what's in this drink?"

He looked back outside and ignored the question. "No cabs to be had out there."

Jane started to feel very tired. Her legs started to tingle

"I wish... I knew how..." she started, suddenly very woozy.

Steve took Jane in his arms. She was glad for it, it was getting difficult to stand. "Your eyes are like starlight now," he whispered in her ear.

"to break this spell" she continued, her arms beginning to go numb.

He smiled. "I'll take your hat," he said softly, holding her steady and brushing her hat onto the floor. "Your hair looks swell." He guided her across the room and onto the couch.

Jane felt loopy and tired. "I ought to say 'no, no, no, sir.'", she murmured.

"Mind if i move in closer?" Steve asked. He didn't wait for an answer.

She pushed at him feebly. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried".

He grinned at her. "What's the sense in hurtin' my pride?"

"I really... can't... stay" she trailed off, trying to roll off the couch.

"Oh baby, don't hold out. Baby it's cold outside"

"Baby it's cold outside," she repeated, barely audible.

Chicks dig guys that insist of having an intercourse with them.