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Love me for Eternity
Chapter 6
By the time I pulled up to the beach, we had about half an hour until the fireworks were scheduled to start. I found a parking spot along the street and helped her out of my car before locking it and tucking the keys away in my pant pocket.
"Ready to go?" I held out my hand for her to take.
"Yeah." With a smile, she took my arm and we began to walk down the sidewalk in the direction of the beach.
All around us there were people walking, talking and laughing. This seemed to be one of those festivals everyone attends; I saw street venders selling hot dogs, soda and pizza; some were selling balloons, beach balls, sparklers and flip flops.
It was nice.
"Do you want anything?" I asked when I saw her eyeing a vender.
Immediately, her head whipped around and looked up at me. "Oh no, I was just looking at the little kids. Cute right?" She pointed out a little boy excitedly running back and forth waving a sparker around.
Cute wouldn't have been my word.
Annoying? Perhaps.
Loud? Defiantly.
Cute? No.
But for her sake I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, cute. Do you want a hotdog? Soda? Coffee?" I pointed out another vender selling steaming cups of coffee.
She followed my gaze, thought for a moment then smiled. "A coffee would be nice."
"Alright." I sent her a charming smile then held up her hand and kissed her fingers. "Why don't you go find a spot to watch the fireworks and I'll buy you that coffee?" With that said, I walked over to the vender.
"What'll it be?" A weary woman with brown hair pulled into two buns on either side of her head asked.
"One medium coffee."
"How would you like it?"
It was then I realized I didn't ask how she wanted her coffee.
Shit.
Since she worked in a coffee shop that meant she had most likely acquired a taste for it and drank it the way coffee was meant to be.
Strong.
But she was also really peppy and sweet.
"A bit of creamer with…one and a half sugars."
I hope I got it right.
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I got her coffee right, which I think is a testament to my excellent observation skills and innate ability to size people up quite accurately. She was sitting on one of the rocks away from the water and people partying, but close enough to have a good view when the fireworks started.
"So…is your hair naturally pink?" I asked as soon as she finished swallowing her sip of coffee.
Somewhere deep down I knew it was rude to ask a woman that question but honestly, it was bugging the shit out of me not knowing.
I didn't see any roots, her eyebrows matched her hair, but pink?
Is that genetically possible?
Sakura turned to look down at me, since I took the rock beside her which happened to be lower, and raised a mocking eyebrow. "Is your hair naturally red?"
I let out a chuckle and shrugged. "Should I take that as a yes?"
"You can take it anyway you like."
She was keeping me on my toes; nice.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the first firework went off, silencing everyone.
I looked up to see a giant explosion of reds, whites and greens forming a patch of flowers high in the night sky.
"It's beautiful." Sakura murmured, her voice filled with awe.
I didn't really see what was so amazing about fireworks.
After all they're just made up of black powder, charcoal, sulfur, potassium nitrate and sometimes aluminum. Of course they're a little more complicated than that since these are aerial fireworks needing the container, stars, bursting charge and fuse but still; it's nothing to marvel at.
But nevertheless, it's nice to know she's having a good time.
"It's amazing how beautiful the explosives can be isn't it?" She asked softly, leaning her head on my shoulder.
I suppressed a grin and moved so that I was sitting on her rock and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, making her more comfortable.
"Yeah…you know about fireworks?"
I felt her shrug then snuggle closer to my body and wrap one arm lazily around my waist.
"Are you cold?"
"A little bit."
"Here." I shrugged off my jacket and threw it around her shoulders. "This should be good." I muttered then pulled her back into my embrace.
It's important to always be concerned about the woman.
If she's cold, give her your jacket. Even if you end up freezing your ass off.
If she's hungry, find her food. Even if you have to steal it from a kid.
If she's tired, let her sleep with her head in your lap. Even if your ass if falling asleep.
"Thanks…and yeah, I know a little about pyrotechnics…my friends and I use to make our own fireworks."
So she isn't as innocent as she seems.
All the more reason to like her.
Absently, I began to run my hand up and down her arm in a soothing pattern.
After a few seconds, she shifted so that her arm was now resting on my shoulder and her cheek was pillowed by her hand. "Gaara, what do you do for a living?" She whispered into my ear.
I know this trick.
I've used it quite a few times.
You settle your body close to your prey, whisper innocent enough questions into their ear followed by dirty, poorly concealed invitations and then you wrap it all up by tossing the ball into their court. Of course by that time you've already woven such an intricate, heart pounding, body throbbing hold on them that they couldn't possibly refuse.
Even if they wanted to.
I decided to let her have her fun.
After all; my goal was to make her love me.
And what better way than to let her think she had all of the control?
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