Ignatius closed his green eyes and smiled widely with his head tilted slightly back as though he was enjoying a moving piece of music or a pleasurable massage. Indeed, for him the darkness was those things and much, much more. It was a subtle yet deep melody that gently caressed his skin; his soul.<br/><br/>Adding to his enjoyment of the sudden lack of illumination was the feeling of the delicious new doctor's chest pressing into him. When her hand clutched his white medical jacket, her strong nails had driven through to pierce the flesh of his arm beneath. The wounds were shallow, so he savored the tingling sensation of pain. He could not see anything in the room; consequently, the entirety of his existence at that moment consisted of the pressure of a frightened woman on his arm, the sting from where her nails had entered his skin, and the all-encompassing darkness.<br/><br/>From the glimpse of her that he had caught before the blackout blessed them with it's presence, he found that he was quite pleased with the newest addition to the hospital's staff. Ignatius had been corresponding with her in the months before her arrival in order to guide her through the application&admissions process. He had long known that she would be worthy of working alongside (as opposed to under) him. The letters they exchanged illustrated her intelligence, professionalism, and aptitude for the job. The fact that she had a stunning body was only a bonus to him, for he had not known anything of her appearance prior to this meeting. She seemed like a sharp doctor, and he now regretted his earlier reference to her as "Miss" Blake when he should have said "Doctor".<br/><br/>Adding to his attraction to her was the fact that she did not wear one of those wretched pant suits that some women insisted on dressing themselves in these days; instead, she was attired in a skirt, black heels, and--he could hardly believe his eyes when he had seen them-- stockings with a lace garter. She was far different from the frumpy older female doctors he had long ago grown accustomed to; in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he had even<em>seen</em>a woman in such lingerie (besides in the magazines he kept hidden in his office, of course, but even those had grown tiresome years ago). The fact that he would often be working alongside this woman in the coming months pleased him to no end.<br/><br/>With his head still leaned back, he laughed and said "No, Doctor Blake, not Jesus. It is only one of our friendly neighborhood thunderstorms. Such blackouts are commonplace out here, so far removed from a reliable source of power. Our backup generators in the basement should engage within the hour; in the meantime, however, we shall be immersed in this beautiful black shroud."<br/><br/>He looked over at her halfway through his speech but could not make out anything. All he could hear was her rapid breathing. All he could feel was her body pressed against his side. He guessed that with his black hair and a darker complexion than hers, she couldn't make out anything of him in this darkness either. Remembering that she probably didn't enjoy the blackout as much as he did, Ignatius used his free arm to lift a thick, tightly-rolled cigar the color of burnt sienna out of his coat's chest pocket. With a black lighter that he also kept in that pocket, he lit the cigar. The sudden spark of yellow light briefly lit the air around them, and the soft ember of his cigar lit his face with a dull orange glow contrasted against the deep shadows around.<br/><br/>"Care to join me?", he asked; a smile in his voice as he attempted to reassure her, though in the darkness with only his also-dark face lit, he probably looked quite sinister right about then.