Violet fidgeted nervously as she looked around the atrium of the student union building. Everyone was having an incredible time; they were all wearing white and black and dancing under the twinkling lights that reflected against the glass walls and ceiling, mirroring a similar effect that was occuring outside around the building.
She didn't know why she was at the university's formal; it had been the last place she thought she'd end up, but her roommate didn't give her much choice in the matter.
"You have been moping ever since you and Mike broke up---and that was a month ago! It's time to get up and *do* something! Here---I bought you something to wear, and everything, so no excuses, Vi!"
After another sip of her punch, she walked along the side of the large room and thought about making herself disappear. Of course, she knew her clothes would not disappear---that had her considering stripping down to nothing, making herself invisible, and rushing back to her dorm.
More time passed, and Violet found herself wandering. Alone, she drifted into a less occupied area of the ballroom and she stared off into space, filtering through her thoughts.
Before she knew it, she was watching her hand as she made parts of it disappear and reappear. She missed being at home, being able to use her powers whenever she pleased. But, studying at university was such a thrill. She loved the independence and she loved her classes. She wanted her degree in languages more than anything; after being dumped by her boyfriend of one year, her schoolwork had become a safe haven. But, still, she missed home.
"It's... it's Violet, right? Nice party trick---but can you do this?"
Violet gasped and looked up while bringing her hand back down to her side. "I... uh..." she trailed off, wide-eyed as she saw a headless man in a white suit at her side in the shadows. "How do you---"
"The same way you do, I'm guessing," he replied as his head reappeared. "I'm Chris."
"N-nice to meet you," she said, letting her eyes meet his. He had a fair complexion and handsome features. His smile was dazzling. "How did you know my name?"
"I asked around," he said cryptically. She pressed her lips together and nodded, while turning away from him. He touched her arm. "Not enjoying yourself?"
"This isn't my thing," she admitted.
"Wanna get out of here?"
~*~
She felt his lips crush against hers, but she couldn't see his face. She knew he was close; she could feel him, and she could see his clothes. She knew where his shoulders were and when he pushed her against the sink, she knew where to put her invisible hands.
Being with someone who is invisble... it's incredible. No sight... only this...
Violet kept hearing his words as his lips sought hers, as his hands touched her, as he made her forget about moping over what's his name. Having sex with him had been sweet, gentle---everything this encounter wasn't.
She swayed and felt her hand reach down to the hold the sink as he rubbed against her; an invisible hand slid down her invisible leg, guiding it up to his invisible hip, while his invisible fingertips dug into her invisible flesh. She moaned and leaned back, gasping for breath.
"Had enough yet?" he whispered.
Forgetting that she couldn't be seen, she nodded.
Chris' fingers traced a pattern, travelling higher and higher, as his other hand cupped the side of her breast.
