Challenge A, C

A continuation of sorts from this drabble, and based on the following:

"And though I crave your soulful kiss,
I can deal with it as it is
Two tall ships, passing"

That really didn't happen, did it?  Thomas asked himself as he woke up the next morning.

Elsa's lips--they had the taste of forbidden fruit.  A dark temptress in fishnet and leather--who wouldn't want to bite right in?  Any other guy would have taken advantage of the situation, but Thomas knew better.

Even the nice girls burnt him before.

Besides, how would he explain it to the other Rangers?

Then, Thomas noticed a bouquet of black roses on his window sill with a note:

"If ever you should change your mind...Elsa"

Thomas Oliver--He Who Plays With Fire.