HIS P.O.V

He didn't know who's idea it was to go out after the show that night but whoever it was he loved them for it. It was an excuse to further delay his return home for which he would be eternally grateful. He became even more excited about the evening ahead when he learned a certain someone had also agreed to join them. She had been on his mind constantly for weeks now and he would finally be able to spend some quality time with her in public and with their friends. The public setting would also, in theory, help him keep his hands to himself.

He was having a great night. It was nice to get the chance to hang out with everyone outside of work. To interact with them in a different and more relaxed environment was refreshing. But with everything that was going on around him he found himself just wanting to sit and watch her. The way she moved, the way she laughed and the gracious way she handled the various sleazy men as they interrupted her animated conversation with her friends at the bar to unsuccessfully occupy her attention.

He smiled at the failed attempts of their best pick up lines and the disappointment on their faces as each one of them was turned away. But he couldn't help the unsavoury feeling that was brewing in the pit of his stomach. Was this what jealousy felt like? He'd never been jealous before. He didn't feel he had any reason to be, not with his wife, not with anyone. It's not that he didn't care, just maybe not enough.

He felt that these guys didn't deserve her. They didn't deserve to be in the same room as such a spectacular woman like her let alone daring to invade her personal space and breathe the same air. Nothing was official yet but she was his and they had no right to try and attempt to take her away from him, not before he had his chance to prove himself and for them to be everything he wanted them to be.

It was a fairly mellow evening with everyone only having a couple of drinks each. It wouldn't be a big night due to the fact that they needed to be able to perform again the next day. One of the few downsides to being on Broadway and performing eight shows a week. The amount of alcohol flowing freely through their veins was just enough to loosen them up and help them relax and unwind. It also gave him the extra bit of courage to be a bit more forward with her in front of other people.

Nothing cringe worthy, he just wasn't about to hold back with her as he flirted. And boy did he flirt. It was subtle at first but he grew bolder with each comment. He enjoyed watching her reactions to everything he said. From the innocent and genuine to the downright dirty that almost made himself blush. He especially loved the cute eye roll she did whenever she thanked him for the compliments he was plying her with. She accepted them but it was as if she didn't really believe them.

If he was being completely honest with himself there was only one difference between him and the guys he was watching earlier. They had all had just enough to drink to work up the courage to approach her. They had all shamelessly tried to flirt with her. That one difference being that she was actually giving him the time of day, he was the only one allowed to stay, which made him feel very happy and very smug.

He tried his best not to make a point of making eye contact with those that were politely turned down. But he was feeling way too good about the situation to not bring their attention to the fact that he was still talking with her and they weren't. He was well aware of how childish it was to be rubbing their noses in it but he didn't care. Not even a little bit. He turned his attention back to what was more important and locked eyes with her. Both of them filled with nothing but pure lust and neither of them tried to disguise it or look away. When it came time to leave everybody began their goodbyes with varying degrees of hugs and see you tomorrow's.

When it came to their turn he didn't think twice, or at all, before reaching for her, catching her hips and pulling her to him. With their bodies pressed firmly against each other he slowly slid his arms around her waist as she did the same and rested his hands on the small of her dipped his head down to her neck and rested his chin on her shoulder. He took a deep breath and savored the scent that excited all of his senses and then some. He wanted nothing more than to be able to do this whenever, wherever and however he wanted.

Everybody around them noticed but no one knew what to say. They were thrust back into reality at the sound of someone close by clearing their throat at which point they both excused themselves and made a hasty exit in opposite directions. Not at all how he thought the night would end. Awkward. That's what it turned out to be. That's the only way to describe it. And all it took was their hug to be too intimate and the look they exchanged to linger too long. It was innocent enough though, after all it was just a hug right? He knew no one would say anything but there was still a tiny part of him that was terrified his wife would find out.

HER P.O.V

A night out to unwind was just what she needed and thanks to a couple of the boys in the ensemble that's exactly what she would get. A public place with him was even better. There was less chance of anything happening with him if there were people around. Well, that was the idea anyway. She couldn't remember the last time she had genuinely had this much fun. She was just talking with her girls and standing at the bar, yes, it was simple but she was really enjoying herself. That was when she wasn't being constantly interrupted by some schmuck or another trying, what he probably thought was his best, to get in her pants.

Seriously? Guys of New York City, get some new material! There was no need to rearrange the alphabet -u and i do not belong together. She was not injured from falling from heaven. God forbid anyone should run through your mind all day, she probably wouldn't find much in there anyway. And she was more than certain her clothing would not look good on your bedroom floor. She was seriously disappointed in the quality of lines being thrown at her that night. Surely they could be more creative than that? Even if they were it wouldn't have mattered anyway.

She had eyes for one man, and one man only, and he had been staring at her, and the various exchanges she was being forced to endure, all night. She hadn't told him yet but she had made up her mind about them. She was in. She would be his if he wanted her. She was still determined to not act on anything until after he was officially single. When ever or if ever that may be, she had decided she would, for a little while, wait for him. She was expecting to have to wait quite some time but she had finally made her decision and she felt happier and lighter for it.

She couldn't help but smile when he finally made his way over to her. It took him long enough though, they had been at that bar for hours. She was happy he had made the move because she wanted to be closer to him but also because she hoped his proximity to her would dissuade any further interruptions from would-be hopeful suitors. She was flattered by the attention but she couldn't stand to reject another perfectly nice guy. The compliments had started to get to be a bit much as well.

The slight buzz from the unidentified drink that was given to her made it easier for her to play along with his very open and often filthy flirting. Her replies were tame compared to his and she even enlisted some help with a few of her comebacks. She listened intently as he described dozens of scenarios of what he would do to her if they were alone and tried to imagine what he was explaining, with great detail, would look and feel like. She found humour in the fact that maybe one day she could put him to the test and see if he could actually do some of the things he was suggesting he could.

The night had started to come to an end and as those around them had begun to say their good nights, she looked into his crystal blue eyes. The only eyes she had ever wanted to get lost in. The only eyes that seemed to truly see her every time she saw her reflection staring back at her from their hypnotizing gaze. One day. One day she would gaze back at those eyes and not have to hide. She would be open and honest with how she felt about the incredible man that stood before her.

She wanted to tell him right then and there about their hope for a possible future together. That above everything him, her dad and her son were the only men she needed, or wanted, in her life. He had told her so many times in so many different ways how much she meant to him. Now it was time for her to tell him the same. But even more than that she wanted to take him home and show him just how much she wanted it.

She didn't care about anything at all when he grabbed her in front of everyone and pulled her into his arms. She loved that he made her immediately feel comfortable and warm. She could feel the want and love he had for her just by the way he held her. She momentarily forgot where they were and who they were with, closed her eyes and let herself revel in being in his strong and protective embrace.

It wasn't until she heard a noise next to her that she remembered their surroundings and was quickly forced out of his arms. The people around them were all still in deep conversation but it was painfully clear that they had all been witness to their tender moment. She freaked out, but managed to hide it well, when the gravity of the situation had dawned on her. She said her final farewell and made a beeline for the nearest exit turning back in time to notice that he had done the same.

That was intense. She went straight home to have a cold shower. She didn't know how she would be able to face everyone the next day. It was the one situation she desperately wanted to avoid. She couldn't regret it though. What she felt when she was in his arms was like nothing she could describe, nor was it like anything she had ever felt before. She had started to feel that maybe, after all these years, she had actually found her soul mate. Sure he was a decade younger and already married but that was something they would deal with together. He felt like home and she was determined to never have to apologize for that.