Alphabet.
Tag: Date
Timeline: Sometimes after Project Dakota. Marlo Cruz does no exist.
This time he was going to do it right. Do all the right things. In proper order. No screw ups and no holding back. This was their last chance he thought as he came up the stairs in the toilet factory.
He had made her promises this time. Promises to do it right. Not let her down and not leave her again. He had every god damn intention to follow up on ever single promise. Starting today. Come to think of it, this was really their first normal date. Ever. In fact, he was just a tad nervous. Sam Swarek was nervous before a date.
He was going to cook for her. Make her favorite, roasted chicken filet with damped vegetables on the side. And then, he was going to prove that he could clean too.
"I cook, I clean, I`m great with tools, I`m an excellent driver".
He even planned on taking out her trash. Just like he had promised her all those months ago. And after their crazy blow up-banter-scream-fight last week, where they both got to say what needed to be said, he was almost surten that she trusted his intensions. Damn it, he was going to do it right this time!
She was barely able to hold her hand steady enough to apply a coat of mascara. She was that nervous. Nervous over a date with her ex-boyfriend. How weird is that?
She wanted so desperately to look good for him. Although she had the smallest feeling that he already liked her for who she was. Still, they were starting over. Clean slates, a brand new piece of paper.
When she heard a soft nock, she got even more nervous. Took quick look at herself. "Pull yourself together Andy!" she spoke to herself. "It`s not like you don`t know the guy".
With one hand on the doorknob, she took one last deep breath before she opened the door for him.
She was met with the most sexiest smile she knew him for, which made her relax just a little bit, because it was something known something she considered safe and familiar and it did something to her.
"Hi", she manage to great.
"Hi, you look beautiful Andy".
"Thank you. Come in Sam. And um, you, uh look great too", she smiled back.
Black jeans and a navy blue shirt, with the two last buttons unbuttoned. His signature style, and just the way she liked him(loved him, adored him. That man!)
"Here, let me help", she offered, taking one of the grocery bags he came carrying. "You know, I could have done the shopping...I could have started dinner already. I know your starving Sam".
He shook his head no. "Not a chance Andy. I said I would make you dinner. That includes buying the ingredients as well".
"Fine, does that mean you won`t let me help you make it?", she smirked.
"Andy... No. This ins on me. I asked if I could cook for you. But, I would love your company".
She smiled, before she walked out in the living room. He watched her fiddle with her phone and a wire, and soon he heard 'Hannah Georgas' coming from the speakers.
He couldn`t help it. "Trying to set the mood Andy?"
She held a grip on his eyes on her, with her own. Taking a seat on the other side of her kitchen island she pulled her lips up into a smile. " Is it working?"
He stuck his tongue into the side of his chin, like he always does whenever something is funny, but doesn't find the words for it. That was good enough for her.
"Wow! That was even better than I remembered!", she said an hour later. "I can barely move at all. Thank you Sam. For cooking for me".
He got up, took their plates to the sink and let them run under hot water before he put them into the dishwasher. "Don`t thank me yet. The date is not over. Not even close".
"Yeah? what else do you have in mind?", she asked, trying to sound seductive.
"Well, that depends..."
"Really? depends on what?
"You Andy"
"Me? how?"
"Depends on how you play on your first date...This is a first date yeah?"
"I was hoping that breakfast yesterday counted as a first, because I don`t really play that much on the first date. Sorry".
"Huh. Wouldn`t you say that the pumpkin smoothie I bought you last week was a first date? So that would make breakfast yesterday our second and this our third?"
"I think you`re right actually".
"I am?", he smiled. Knowing where this was probably going (he hoped).
She stood up when she saw him come towards her. He took a hold of her waist to pull her even closer, hoping she would allow him to do so.
She did.
She could feel his breath on her lips that was only inches away from his, and at this very point she wondered if he was ever going to lean completely in.
"You going to kiss me now or what?", she teased with a low voice. She felt his hands sneak up under her blouse. Not all the way up, but he grazed her toned stomach with his hand, which gave her the feeling of her skin being on fire. It was that good.
"If I kiss you now, there`s no going back this time Andy. This is it", he smiled as he cupped her face in one hand, stroking her chin with his thumb.
"Good, because I don`t want to go back. Ever again".
Apparently, that sealed the deal, because in a blink his lips met hers. And compared to all the times when they had kissed in the past, she couldn`t for a million years remember it being this amazing. It was built with the fact of all the months being apart, and their lips were greedy and needy. They both felt it. They longed for something more. They needed something more. Something that was not just about the sex. All though that part had always been amazing, they were going to do it tight this time. It was their last chance to make it, and they were going to make it this time around.
The instant he pulled only an inch away from her, she felt the lack of him in her almost eating her up. She was needy.
"Then ask me to stay Andy".
She let her hands slide up to his shirt, and slowly, she begun to unbutton it. He knew she wanted him to stay, but those words, they meant everything, and he needed to hear her say them.
"Stay. Always and forever".
"Then I`ll stay".