She always walked with a purpose and today wasn't any different. Right foot in front of the left, hips swaying a grin came across her beautiful face. Her blonde hair danced across her back as the sun made it shine. That grin wasn't just for anyone but for him. The thought of him ran goose bumps up her sides across her arms and down her legs. In a form fitting, sleeveless dress with just the right amount of cleavage, concealed by a charcoal trench coat, she grabbed the doorknob and with a deep breath opened the door to a private table for two.
He beat her there. He had his back to her and when he heard the door open he slowly stood up and turned around. His chiseled chin and perfect lips were the only thing she could focus on. She was completely distracted by him that when the door closed it slammed against her ass. Spooked, she jumped forward. He had seen the whole thing. She caught a slight smirk from his mouth, her cheeks flushed while she walked towards him tucking her tousled hair behind her ear. Her heels clicked against the floor and she sauntered towards him.
From the top down he was in black. His black fitted jeans, defined every hard muscle from his lower abdomen down. The black V-neck t-shirt exposed his chest hair and snug his abs just enough to make her imagine what was under it. The black leather jacket, oh the jacket. She snuck her hands under his jacket and onto his shoulders. Slowly, she lifted it and dropped it off his shoulders. Her breast heaving up and down with every breath. Their stare never broke and the sexual tension was building. She looked down to her left and fluttered her eyelashes as she tucked herself into him.
He was taken back. She had never been so bold. His pants became restricted as she ran her hands from his shoulders down his arms. He wanted to pick her and throw her onto the bar top, rip her dress off and have his way with her right there. He may be a pirate but he was a gentleman. He slid his fingers into hers and walked her towards their table.
A beautiful melody played in the background. Her coy smile across the table while she sipped on her glass of red wine. Her stilettos intertwined with his black boots and she ran her foot up against his leg. This was the first time since coming home from the past and their profound embrace outside of Grannies that they were having alone time. No drama, no bullshit. Just them.
She had the chicken and he had the steak. They ate and talked about what normalcy they had in their lives. His hook was rested on the table, and with a slightly tipsy outreach she began to run her fingers around it. Their eyes met and with swift move he was standing. He took one pace and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck instructing her with not a single word to stand up. She slid her gaze up his body while she took her time standing. Meeting him face to face, lips brushing against each other. She placed her hands on his stomach and let them glide around to his back, popping her hands into his back pockets. His ass was tight and she made sure to let him know she appreciated it by pulling him tight to her and grazing his lips with her tongue.
She opened her eyes wide and asked him quietly if he wanted to join her at her house for a movie. No words were exchanged but it was clear he would not be going to his own house that evening.