For a moment, Elle froze.<br/><br/>There was the gentle brush of lips on hers, the tingling of the electricity just under her skin rushing up to the surface. She was paralyzed, eyes open, either unable or unwilling to resist. She felt as if her power was whole again for a second, like her skin had turned to a prism of light and color.<br/><br/>When he pulled away again she realized that it was only her face that was colored, and that just red, and that she was speechless as she stared at him. How dare he take advantage of her while she was drunk and vulnerable, in her current half-frozen state, when she had no where else to go but into the storm?<br/><br/>She had to admit that she didn't dislike it.<br/><br/>"I..." Elle breathed, reeling from the alcohol, among other things, "We should sleep."<br/><br/>She dropped her head to his shoulder and closed her eyes.