Title: Take Me To Sonoma
Chapter 10: Date Night
Author: Writergirl89
Rating: R
POV: Third-Person
Pairing: Nick/Jess
Author's Note: Badda-bing-badda-boom! Guess who's back for funzies? *pause* Well, it sure as hell ain't Santa Claus, that's for damn skippy! *chuckles* Thank AMiserableLove for this impromptu update because it was her sure-to-be-sexy-as-always new story 'Behind The Mask' (which I hope she updates soon as well) was the catalyst for making me think of my own damn story! Gracias, girlfriend!
Disclaimer: Own the moon, stars and NONE of the chraracters or settings of this story (which is a shame because Sonoma is actually on my future to-go list and I like wine a lot so…).
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Shutting the bathroom door behind her, Jess takes a moment to calm herself and look around the not-too-big-not-too-small area, that consists of both a tall shower stall and claw-foot, porcelain tub and thinks that she will use everything in her arsenal to make herself look beautiful for Nick tonight.
Because tonight is the night.
Tonight she is going to be wined, dined, and (she swoons at the very thought) bedded by Nick Miller.
"Oh, boy." She whispers to nothing in particular.
Fighting the tingling sensation in her body at the thought of Nick and his mouth and his hands and his… She walks to the giant granite bathroom sink, pulling up her two bags onto it and starts to proceed.
Eyeing the two bags, she moves her personal tiny bag of essentials to the side and instead takes a deep breath before starting in on the now disguised Booty Parlor bag CeCe had given her.
She remembers her model friend giving her a pretty vague and brief review of the items in the bag and is now regretting not telling her to elaborate because of her nerves that she would not be able to handle it on her own.
The first thing her hand comes in contact seems to be a big heavy box of some kind and when she pulls it out to give it a proper look-see, she sees a pretty-ornate package with feminine cursive writing on it that prints the company and product name along with some smaller writing that gives a small description of what the product is. In the case, a body scrub of some kind that comes in the form of a pretty, peach-colored jar that when she opens it smells like raspberries and lemons.
Ooh, I like lemons and raspberries... Can't wait to use this!
The next few items she pulls out are a larger jar of body butter that smells of honey and vanilla; a 'kissable body shimmer' that she blushes when she encounters it and is also delighted when she sniffs the scent of cupcakes on it; a perfume oil that's a littkle muskier than what she normally wears but, she finds she likes it anyway and lastly, a plumping flavorful lipgloss with an accompanying breath mist.
With everything set on the cpunter for future use she then quickly undresses and steps into a steaming shower, washing her hair with her favorite cleansing conditioner, then making use of that new body scrub to buff and perfect her way to baby-soft smoothness before following with her regular body cleanser.
She lulls herself under the hot water, thinking of Nick again, of what was in store for her when she heard:
"Jess?"
Of course, the highly relaxed state she puts herself in makes her start at the sound of her boyfriend's deep voice from outside the bathroom door and when her mouth opens to let a startled sound of surprise, it catches a big gulp of shower water instead and she ends up sputtering and gasping for air.
Obviously, he has to hear her because he next asks if she's okay.
Catching her breath finally, she answers in a croaky voice that she's fine and rolls her eyes at her mishap.
Yes, please, drown yourself. That'll draw him in.
It takes another her a whole 20 minutes to step out of the shower, pat herself off with a towel, smooth on her regular body oil, apply body butter once dry and do her make-up in a simple but, sexy way.
When she searches around in her own bag, she finds something unfamiliar in it: Another box that seems neither too heavy or too light with a note attached to the front of it.
To finish the look off. And get you layed. Good luck, bitch - C. It reads.
Wow, I really have to learn to not go to the bathroom and leave my bag unattended to when CeCe's around.
She opens the white, unlabeled box carefully, slowly, afraid of what's in it, really.
She feels both relieved and surprised when she finds, wrapped in hot pink gift paper, a lingerie set.
It's, of course, pale pink and consists of a tonal stripe boyleg with lace trim and two black satin bows embellished at the front and the matching bra has a similar design with light padding with the satin bows on the straps and in the area where her cleavage would be.
It's very her but, at the same time, not because she owns very few lingerie pieces in her wardrobe and next to none of them consists of things that look soo... sheer.
Ignoring her own mind for the moment, she wiggles into the panties and puts on the bra.
"Hey, boobs." She says in a sing-song way as she looks at her reflection and sees the wonderful effect the underwire gives her girls.
"Hmm... you can kinda see my gumbo pot there." She murmurs next, switching gears when she glances at exactly how much those undies reveal.
She's now quite grateful she let CeCe drag her to that waxing appointment not soo long ago.
Next, she finds the dress CeCe had told her she was giving her for the trip as a gift and is once again, godsmacked.
Now, this is very, very much her.
The dress is very lightweight with a beautifully floral, springy design to the white background of it and as she puts it on, ends with a lace detailing right before her knees.
After drying out and putting her hair up in a loose updo, she applies her new perfume oil before grabbing her tinier going out purse, taking a deep breath and heading out of the bathroom.
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Nick is ready to go and getting, quite frankly, a little impatient with his girlfriend for taking soo long in the bathroom.
He's even more so fustrated because of the images of her naked with water running down her body when he hears the shower go on and off.
He's so stuck in his thoughts that he is almost startled when he hears Jess's soft, melodic voice call his name.
Sighing, he gets up. "Well, it's about-"
And he stops in mid-speech when he turns and sees her.
Now, Nick always thinks that Jess looks beautiful, next to perfect everytime he sees her. Her amazing baby blue eyes, that smooth alabaster skin and dark hair always does him in everytime and now is absolutely no exception.
She looks like a vision in a more than flattering floral, white dress (smiling at him like that) and he has a sudden flash of her in that shorter than short black, body-skimming little number she wore last on Valentine's Day before they were together and he fights back a groan at the belated realization that she could have looked soo sinfully sexy and now, in front of him in the present day, soo innocent and sweet yet still sexy in that flowery dress of hers.
That and her loose little updo showing off the creamy column of her swan-like neck makes her look like a tempting human-sized treat he wants to gobble whole.
"Wow." He breathes out in awe. "You look amazing."
Like something good enough to eat. He wants to add.
Instead, he smiles at her when she steps towards him and returns her sweet, soft kiss with fists balled at his side, showing great restraint, when all he wants to do is grab her and show her exactly how much he aches and needs her and not give a good goddamn about dinner reservations and good wine and scenery when his mind is all about Jess, a sweating writhing mess, underneathe him on the bed not a couple of feet away from them
"What are you thinking about?" She asks softly, peering into his face, no doubt seeing the intense look painted there.
Just you. He intones mentally before kissing her as a response.
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A/N 2: Again, thank you to AMiserableLove for her inspring me to write some today. Already have ideas for the next chapter and hopefully, if it goes my way, it'll be a doozy, trust me! ;)
Love ya'll and feedback is always appreciated! :)
Oh! And here's the links to Jess's look here:
(panties) http:/www1 dot bloomingdales dot com/shop/product/betsey-johnson-stocking-stripe-boyleg?ID=445291
(bra) http:/www1 dot bloomingdales dot com/shop/product/betsey-johnson-stocking-stripe-convertible-racerback-demi-bra?ID=445289&CategoryID=2910&LinkTypePDPZ1#fr%Dspp%301
(dress) http:/www dot etsy dot com/listing/94743478/floral-lightweight-spring-summer-dress?ref=sr_gallery_7&sref=&ga_search_submit=&ga_ref=auto&ga_search_query=natural+floral+dress&ga_order=most_relevant&&ga_ship_to=US&ga_view_type=gallery&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_facet=handmade
(beauty products) http:/www dot bootyparlor dot
Hope you like my choices for Jess! If I screwed up any of the links, just PM me and I'll try to fix it for you. Just close the spaces and convert the 'dots' to periods and it should be fine. I hope.
Thanks for reading! :)