AN: Not mine but I can dream.
All things taken into consideration I have wondered why it was has taken me so long to ask him on a date. Most of them think its because of my social awkwardness but that isn't it-I wanted to be able to figure him out.
That takes time.
It's getting close to closing when we stop working. I hand him a note and walk out of the lab. I catch the train to my new apartment and get a few things organized for our date. I knew he would be there.
An hour later I heard a knock on the door and I answered the door. He gawked at me but stepped inside when I invited him in. He didn't think I would dress like I did. I managed to find a flattering shirt, skirt, and heels in my size.
"Dinner smells good Zack."
"Thanks."
Dinner went by rather well. We held hands while eating the pasta I cooked and then I went and got dessert. It was a single slice of pie that we fed each other. While continuing with the pie he pulled me into a kiss. I moaned low in my throat and tugged his tie to pull him closer.
The next morning I woke up still dressed in the skirt and shirt but sore in all the right places. He had me wrapped in his arms so I snuggled back against his chest.
Really all it took was time.