Wafting from the window of a studio apartment was the damp dark smell of a wet clove cigarette, still burning, burning like the desire in the loins of two young hipsters lounging on a fire escape. The metal was cold and glistening with water from a rain that minutes ago left them both soaked.

Jade lifted her sopping head to stare intently into Kenneth's bottomless eyes. She had to squint to see into the depths of his soul. He was, after all, wearing thick black framed glasses. Kenneth wiped the droplets off of his lenses with his striped vintage shirt. As he lifted the fabric, Jade got a glimpse of what was underneath. His abdomen, shining like the moon, glowed delicately. She breathed in sharply. He set the glasses back onto his slightly crooked nose.

"Jade..." said Kenneth, with a look of utmost desire and emotion.
"What is it baby?"
"Wait…Hmm hmm hmm woop woo woop..." huffed Kenneth, eyes shut in concentration. Jade wrinkled her nose in confusion.
"Baby, what the fuck?"
"I was quoting an Animal Collective song. It just came to me."
"You are so right." Jade began rubbing her hand down his chest, smoothing out the wrinkles of his shirt. Ever so slowly, she began unbuttoning his faded jeans.
"What are you doing? Someone could see!"
"Yea. Doesn't it make you hot?" Kenneth began to howl.
"Oh baby I know you like it rough." Jade snarled.
Kenneth let out a moan as Jade began running her fingernails along his shaft. It was already beginning to stiffen. They frantically ripped off each other's garments. As he was beginning to remove her scarf she grabbed his wrist.
"No. Let me." She put his hands behind his back and tied him to the handrail.
"There is no escape from this fire escape. Hahahaha." She giggled, pushing him down on his knees. Kenneth chuckled nervously and tested his strength against his bondage. It was to no avail. Her knots were strong from her participation in the subversive underground knitting movement. He gulped a small gulp, but a gulp nonetheless.

Jade began to undo her own pants. There were many zippers to unzip. She stood before him in her skivvies that portrayed many small owls doing macramé.
"These are my sex panties. Do they make you hot, you sweaty bitch!?!?!" Jade yowled. Kenneth cowered before this Amazonian woman. He fervently tried to hide behind his overgrown bangs. Her musk hit him in powerful waves. It was a mix of cigarettes, stray cats, moldy literature, residual love-making, and tempeh. He squeaked.
"Did you say something my little mollusk? Are you ready to come with me to my octopus's garden?"
"Are the Beatles clichéd yet?" Kenneth whispered.
"They're so clichéd that they're cool again." Jade hissed, flicking sweat and spit onto his pallid dick as she spoke. He braced himself. They were both in a fever from all the tension.
"I want to fuck you like an animal!" Jade screamed.
"That is so 90s! The 90s are in! Give me that grungy pussy and fuck me already you fucking bitch!" Kenneth yodeled. Jade got down on her hands and knees, and slowly slid onto his ready cock. Kenneth came.
"Fuck." he cursed quietly.
"I'm going to go wash up." She got up and went back into the apartment.
"Wait a second! This hasn't happened to me since the Morissey concert…" Kenneth grumbled, fidgeting against his bonds. It was just about dawn. The city was lifting its monstrous head from slumber. Kenneth yelled into the window as he saw Jade stir frying tofu for breakfast.
"Let me in!"
"Breakfast is almost ready!" Jade replied.
She smiled as her neighbors began to leave for work.