A/N: See! I told you I would try to post within a week! Anyway, thanks to those that take the time to read ths and even though there aren't many reviews, I just love that others are still supportive of something so amazing. This chapter has some impliedthemes here and there throughout it. I mean, I don't think I could write smut if I tried, I'm just incapable of such things. Anyhow, I've tried another something different here as well. This WHOLE chaper is in Betty's POV. I kind of like it. Enjoy!
Previously:
Grinning from ear to ear, he promptly nodded. "Ready for part two of the date?"
"Part two?"
"Yes, Betty. I just can't take you to dinner. Where's the fun in that?"
She smiled and rolled her eyes. He offered her his arm and they were soon out the door, Henry leading the way.
Henry and I were still both entwined in each other's arms and our mouths were entrapped in a lip-lock. He slowly pulled his mouth away from mine as we were both in dire need of air. Before I knew it, his lips were back on mine placing a sweet peck upon them before gracing my cheeks, temple and finally my forehead with his pink full lips. I sighed in contentment and gazed into his deep brown chocolate eyes. I had everything I ever wanted right in front of me. Henry next pulled the blanket open allowing me to snuggle back into his unclothed, perfectly chiseled chest. I felt his strong arm fall over my waist before finally drifting off into a deep sleep.
"Betty?" His voice brought her out of her reverie.
"Wh-what…Henry?" I stammered.
"We're here!" He exclaimed.
My resurfacing memories of the man next to me were so distracting I hadn't even felt the cab come to a stop. I took in where we were and gasped.
Henry heard and asked "What is it? Are you okay?"
I was more than okay. We had ended up in Central Park's Wollman Rink. Ice skating was something Henry and I had always wanted to try together, but we were always so preoccupied by other things in our life we didn't get the chance.
"Yes Henry, I'm fine."
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After falling numerous times, and Henry helplessly trying to catch me, we decided that ice skating wasn't really our thing. Then realization hit me. The night was over, and I would go home to a pint of Rocky Road ice cream, and he would surely be heading back to Arizona in a few days. An overwhelming feeling of sadness had washed over me.
"Hot chocolate m'lady." Henry held a gloved hand out with a Styrofoam cup for me.
"Thanks Henry." I admitted with a whisper, and kept my eyes looking at the snow induced side walk underneath me, refusing to look at his gorgeous smile. He carelessly reached for my free hand pulling me closer to him. My breathing suddenly became erratic. I impulsively let out a breathless "Henry…" and couldn't help but look into his now smoldering eyes. He closed his soft eyes hidden behind those thick frames and leaned in, his hot breath on me ear.
"Do you know what you do to me Betty?"
This is what it's supposed to feel like. It feels so right.
I was at a loss for what to say. I couldn't tell him that he still had the same effect on me, could I? I mean he was leaving me in a couple days to go back to Arizona. There were no words.
We were still very much in each other's personal space when he moved his face in front of mine now. "Betty, I know I already asked once…but" he paused his shaky voice, and let out an exasperated breath "can I kiss you, again?"
I nodded against my better judgment, and waited for his lips to crash onto mine. And waited. This kiss though, he took slow, letting the passion build. He softly caressed my cheek, sending chills up and down my spine, and smirked. He always knew what that simple gesture would do to me. Two can play at that game. As his lips hovered over mine, I slid my hot chocolate ridden hands down his chest, feeling his muscles flex at my movements down around his waist, waiting for the opportune moment. Once he closed the gap and pushed his lips slowly against mine, I almost forgot about getting him back. I involuntarily curled my lips into a smile but quickly corrected that by parting my lips slightly, inviting him in. An invitation that didn't go unnoticed. Oh how the tables have turned. I boldly slid my bare hands through his open coat and under his sweater attacking his sides. I felt him yelp against my lips and the laughter he was trying to suppress in his throat. I couldn't help but smile and pull away from to see his reaction.
"Ugh. Betty, are you trying to kill me?"
"Whatever are you talking about Henry?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"You very well know what I'm talking about." He said while playfully hitting the tip of my nose with his index finger.
Next, we heard a loud thunderous sound from across the park, coming from, what I assumed was the concert stage.
Henry grabbed my waist from behind and half twirled me in the most familiar way turning my attention to the direction where the sound had come only to be met with a sky being filled with boisterous, exhilarating lights and colors.
I felt Henry's head resting on my shoulder before whispering into my ear once more "What would this date be without fireworks?"
I sighed as I relaxed against him. This man was so perfect, and he hadn't the slightest clue. Suddenly, I had a case of déjà vu from my twenty-fourth birthday. This was how it was supposed to happen, and couldn't help but compare it to what really happened; the restaurant, the carriage ride, the impromptu fireworks. Gio had tried so hard to get me everything I had wanted for my birthday and I was grateful. Tonight, however just came so naturally to Henry, even if he hadn't planned it, it would have turned out just as amazing. It was more than I could ever ask for. Well, I could ask for one more thing….
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After the fireworks were finished and we were consumed by an ever growing cloud smoke, Henry grabbed my hand and lead me once more back to the streets of New York hailing a cab. Once inside, Henry sat quiet for a moment. I really didn't want the night to end, and by the look in his eyes he didn't want it to either. The next words out of his mouth, I was not prepared for.
"So, your place or mine?"
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I sat there shell shocked. Surely, I didn't just hear those words come out of my Henry's words. Great. There I go with the possessiveness again.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
Henry blushed, and smiled, suddenly realizing what he had unintentionally implied.
Soon, the cabbie interjected. "Where to?"
Well, it's now or never Betty. Just take a chance.
I rambled off my address, and looked over at Henry who had suddenly become very quiet and had a confused look on his face.
"Henry, are you alright?"
Silence.
I cleared my throat. "Henry?"
"Hmm.."
"I asked if you were alright?"
"Oh.. yeah. I'm fine..it's just.." "It's just that I don't want you to think that I had planned this. I just really wanted to spend more time with you."
Aww. There's my Henry I know and love.
"It's okay, Henry. I wanted to spend some more time with you too. We can just watch a movie or drink coffee or something."
The unnerving tension seemed to leave the cab and Henry scooted a little closer to me grazing my hand with his. "A movie sounds great. And it's Saturday night right? Will there be ice cream?"
Saturday Sundae night, he would remember that. I blushed remembering one of our more eventful Saturday nights, and what all it exactly entailed. Then, I remembered. Hazelnuts for Henry. We never got to try that one. Well, I had shortly after he left when Nate was born, but I would never tell him that.
"Sure. I know just the one."
He raised an eyebrow, and an amused look played on his face.
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Henry paid for the cab and we soon entered my building, and made our way up the five flights of stairs. I couldn't help but notice Henry's hand had been firmly placed on the small of my back since the second floor after I wobbled on the top step. I mentally smiled at his protectiveness.
Henry stood patiently at my side as I fumbled with my keys mercifully trying to open the last lock. I thought I heard voice coming from my apartment, but assumed it was just someone on the stairwell. I had somehow got the last lock free and opened my door to find none other than a very tipsy Marc and Amanda parading around in none other than my underwear. Not any underwear. Lingerie, the one's Hilda practically forced upon me last Christmas. She said something about it being a present to…Henry as well.
"Shut the front door!" Marc yelled.
Ironically, I did what I was told.
"Told ya, he was back!" Amanda exclaimed.
"Nerdlover, where have you been all my life?" A very drunk Marc added making his way over to Henry.
Before, I allowed them anymore humiliation at my expense, I screamed for them to "Get out!"
Henry chuckled nervously as they made their way out the door with a shrug.
"Sorry you had to see that Henry. I never thought Amanda would abuse her key that she apparently still has for my apartment."
"It's quite alright, Betty." He paused and then lifted my face with his forefinger before seductively adding "I would much rather have preferred to see you in that underwear though." Wink included.
Not like you haven't before.
"Right, um.. I'll be back." And I turned away leaving a stunned Henry. I came back feeling guilty for leaving him confused. "Please, sit, make yourself at home. Oh, and you choose the move. I'll get the ice cream."
I made my way to the bathroom sink patting water on my face. I was in for a long night.
A/N 2: So, was that fluffly enough for you? And was it too jumpy? They are a little out-of-character, but oh well. Who cares? This is my story after all. I felt like it was a bit all over the place. And I couldn't resist putting Marc and Amanda in there. They just make Betty's life so awkward. Where would she be without them? Oh, did you like it being in just Betty's POV. I could alternate chapters between her's and Henry's if I were to get reviews telling me your opinion. Also, this probably won't be updated for another week at least. I have finals starting Monday and ending on Thursday. Maybe, I'll write something Thursday or Friday if I feel up to it. Again, thanks for reading as always!