Chapter 4: Dinner & Disney
Time seems to disappear whenever I am with him. It is not until I hear a little grumble from Edward's stomach that I'm brought back to reality as I glance at my watch. We have been talking for over 3 hours and it feels like we could go on for 3 more hours.
Edward looks up at me and says, "I'm sorry, I guess I didn't realize how hungry I was." I smile back at him, squeeze him close to me and say, "I think I could lay here and talk with you all night long. But we should get some food; after all we did put some effort into preparing dinner."
I mentally sigh as I relish the thoughts of 'We' and 'Us'.
I lean up from the couch and reluctantly un-wrap my hands from around his chest. I grab his right hand and stand up, pulling him with me and head towards the kitchen. I say, "Hey Babe, would you mind opening the other bottle of Barbera d'Alba so it has a chance to breathe?"
Edward comes to a complete stop, causing me to stop and turn around and look at him. He looks into my eyes with the warmest stare and asks, "What did you just say?"
I look a little confused and say, "I asked if you would open a bottle of wine…didn't I?"
He nods his head and very quietly says, "Yes but you called me Babe."
My face heats up as a blush starts to fill my cheeks and I reply, "Umm, I'm sorry, that just slipped out and…"
He steps closer to me and places one finger over my lips, stopping me from saying anything further. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body and I just want to bury myself in it.
Edward then says, "Don't apologize for anything, I was just a little shocked when you called me Babe and how it made me feel very warm and happy inside."
I look into his beautifully inviting grey-blue eyes as my own eyes start to fill with water and all I can manage to get out as I desperately fight for control of my emotions is, "Thank you!"
He pulls me into his embrace and gives me the tightest hug and he whispers into my ear, "No, Thank you for opening my eyes to something that I never would have thought possible."
Fuck! Pull it together man before you confess you undying love for him.
Umm am I in love with him?
Yeah, I think I am. FUCK!
I return the same strong hug and then reluctantly pull away from his warm embrace. I try my best to blink away the water that wants to spill out of my eyes and say, "Umm, I think I need a drink. Would you mind pouring a couple of glasses of wine?"
Edward opens the bottle and pours 2 glasses, handing one to me. He smells the wine and says, "Mmm, this smells very nice, where is it from?"
I smile in return and tell him, "It is one of my favorite Italian wines from a restaurant near my house. Just wait until you taste it with the sauce, it is amazing how well it goes with tomatoes. Do you have another pot that we can use to cook the spaghetti in?"
I know where he got the first pot from but I secretly wanted him to lean over again so I could get another glorious view of his ass.
My mind quickly forms the image of Edward naked on a bed with a pile of strawberries in the small of his back. I dip them in chocolate and trace chocolate swirls on his luscious ass cheeks before taking a succulent bite.
FUCK ME!!!
Yep, instant erection! I try and bring my focus back before he looks up and catches me drooling.
He fills the pot with water, puts it on the stove and covers it with a lid so it will come up to a boil faster.
Trying to get my mind back into dinner, I ask Edward, "Have you ever made vinaigrette before?"
He looks at me shaking his head and responds, "No, is it easy to do?" I smile and can't help but feel happy inside.
He actually makes me feel happy inside when I show him how to cook! I have always enjoyed cooking. It makes me feel happy and relaxed but I never thought that I could be just as happy showing somebody else how to cook too.
Make a mental note to teach him everything you know about cooking! Everything!
"Sure, you just need a couple of basic ingredients and your imagination." I hand him some Dijon mustard, balsamic vinegar and some extra virgin olive oil. "You start with a base—I point to the mustard—then add some kind of acid—I nod towards the balsamic—and finally oil. I never measure, I just use my taste buds and when it tastes the way you want it, you are done."
Edward adds the ingredients together in a bowl and starts to whisk them together. After a minute or so, I place my index finger in the bowl and then take a taste. It is perfect! I go for another dip and then slowly place my finger against his lower lip and ask, "Wanna taste?"
Edward's eyes light up as his tongue reaches out for a taste and he leans into my finger, taking it all the way up to the knuckle. His tongue swirls around my finger and we both let out a soft moan.
I reluctantly pull my finger out of his mouth with a 'pop' and Edward forms that sexy lopsided grin on his face as he says, "It tastes delicious!" My dick springs back into action as I imagine him doing exactly what he just did to my throbbing member.
Fuck me! No really fuck me please!
I reach down to the counter and grab Edward's glass of wine, hand it to him and reach for my own glass. I lift the glass up to his and say, "To great tastes!" I take a nice drink of the wine, letting if wash down my throat and begin to fill me with warmth from the inside.
Edward takes a drink of his wine and says, "Wow, this really is nice. I can't wait to try it with the spaghetti."
My mind quickly jumps back to dinner and I head to the freezer to pull out the meatballs. I ask Edward, "Do you have a microwave safe dish I can defrost these in?" He goes to a cabinet over the counter and pulls out a dish and hands it to me. I put the meatballs in the dish and set the microwave for 3 minutes and toss the pasta into the boiling water.
I look back at Edward and he is staring at me and my favorite grin is on his face. I raise one eyebrow and ask, "Did I spill something on me?"
He laughs and says, "Nope. I just think you look so fucking sexy right now as you busily pull dinner together and I couldn't help but imagine…" His voice trails off…
Oh No You Don't!!! You can't just leave me hanging…
I prompt him, "Oh? Just what was it that you are imagining?" A huge grin fills my face.
He looks a bit nervous and reluctant to answer my question. I tell him, "Babe, please tell me what you are thinking, I really want to know."
The warmth fills his eyes as I call him 'Babe' and he says, "Well… I was just uh; imagining you wearing nothing but an apron as you go about fixing dinner." His cheeks start turning red as he blushes for the first time.
Holy Fucking Hell! I just want to lick him all over!
I form the sexiest grin I can and reply, "Maybe, you will get to see that sometime."
I am pulled out of my fantasy of cooking in the buff when the microwave beeps. I pull the meatballs out and toss them in the pot with the sauce and give it a stir.
I motion for Edward to come over to the stove as I scoop a small spoonful of sauce and gently blow on it to make sure it is not too hot. I tell him, "Now try this and then take a drink of your wine and let me know what you think."
He leans forward and takes a taste of the sauce and then a drink of wine and says, "WoW!!! That is amazing! The wine has a completely different taste and it is delicious with the sauce."
I lean towards him and place my hand on the back of his neck as I pull him in for a kiss. My tongue runs along his upper lip and waits for permission to enter his mouth which he quickly grants. I can still taste the residual flavors of the sauce and the wine in his mouth. It is the most amazing taste I have ever had.
It is not until I have to gasp for air that I finally pull away from his lips warm embrace and say, "Umm, you had a little sauce on your lip and I thought I would take care of that for you." A faint blush starts to fill my cheeks.
He just stands there with a smile on his face but does not say anything. I get a little worried and inquire, "Babe, did I do something that I shouldn't have done?"
He quickly shakes his head and takes another minute before replying, "No, not at all. I was just at a loss for words to describe how that kiss felt. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced kissing a girl. I had no idea it could be so intense and the sensory feeling of taste mixed with the kiss was just…well fucking amazing!"
God how I love when he says the word Fuck! I immediately have an overwhelming desire to hear him say, "I am going to fucking cum!"
I wicked grin forms on my face as I say, "You are a fucking amazing kisser Edward! Now how about we sit down and enjoy some dinner?"
Edward grabs a couple of plates and bowls from the cupboard and hands them to me. I suggest, "Why don't you spoon the salad into the bowls while I plate up the spaghetti." Edward fills the bowls and grabs his and my glass of wine and heads to the table.
I grab both of our plates, balancing them in one hand and grab the wine bottle in the other and head to join him. I refill both of our glasses and sit down to enjoy my first of hopefully many other dinners with Edward.
We eat in relative silence, not an awkward silence but one of contentment as we both are enjoying our meal.
A vision of Lady and the Tramp forms in my head with Edward taking a piece of spaghetti from my fork and slowly sucking it into his mouth. I quickly suck that other end into my own lips and we eventually meet for a kiss.
How fucking Disney can I get!! Sheesh!
I let out a laugh and quickly try and cover it up by taking a drink of wine. Edward looks up and inquires, "What do you find so funny?"
I laugh again and tell him, "You don't want to know; you will just laugh and think I'm crazy."
He puts his fork down and focuses his beautiful blue eyes on mine.
It is like he knows that he has this power over me and he can compel me to speak when I don't want to.
"J…"
He pauses as if trying on a new pair of jeans and is pleasantly surprised when you feel how comfortable they are.
"Please tell me what you are thinking, I really want to know."
EVIL BASTARD!!! Using my own line on me! Hey!!! Did he just call me Jay??!?
Ok, he is a fucking Adorable Bastard!
My face begins to heat up as a blush floods my cheeks, "Umm, please don't laugh ok? And how did you know my nickname was Jay?" He nods his head and says, "It seems to fit you well." I'm a little dumbstruck that he would pick out a name that I have not heard since I was 17 but I continue on, "Um, I just had this crazy image of you and I sucking on the same strand of spaghetti and meeting in the middle for a kiss."
God I feel like I'm 10 years old right now!
His face fills with that wonderful smile that can melt away any negative emotions I am feeling and he says, "Lady and the Tramp eh? So who was the Lady and who was the Tramp?" His smile turns into the lopsided grin.
My mind immediately begins to race with an appropriate response…is he the Lady? Well no I don't want him to think that I see him as a girl. Is he the Tramp? Hell No! That won't work either. Shit!!
Oh God how did I get myself into this…
I meekly reply, "Umm, Lady?" To which he lets out a loud laugh and says, "What makes you think I'm not the Tramp?"
Oh ho! Look who is getting a little ballsy now! I become completely relaxed. Well two can play this game!
I let out my own laugh and can't help but fall a little more in love with him. I respond, "Well, that depends on what your intentions are, Mr. Tramp."
He still has that fucking adorable, shit-eating grin on his face when he replies, "I guess that depends on what is for dessert!"
We finish our meal and another couple of glasses of wine as I begin to pickup our dishes and head to the sink. I lean down over him in his chair and gently kiss his forehead and whisper to him, "Save some of your wine for later. You will be amazed how well it goes with chocolate!"
He gets up from the table and helps clear the rest of the dishes with me. We each take turns with me washing and him drying and putting the dishes away.
He then turns towards me and pulls me into his warm embrace and says, "Thank you for the most amazing Italian dinner I have ever had."
I give him a quick peck on the lips and reply, "It was my pleasure and I hope it is not the last."
Damn the wine is starting to get to me! I can feel my eyebrows starting to go a little numb as I realize how completely open I am being with him.
He pulls me close for a kiss but simply brushes his lips against mine as he moves along my jaw to my neck and whispers in my ear, "You can definitely count on that!"