A/N: Surprise! Double feature! It's probably obvious from the title what this chapter is about. I think I'm jumping the gun a little, but I suppose it's okay. Kind of a long chapter in comparison to the others, but the romance is amped! Hopefully enjoy!
I'm nervous. Why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be this nervous! What's wrong with me?
What on earth should I wear? Should I bring something? What do I do? Why am I so nervous!?
Ok, calm down, deep breath. It's just another night. I'll be fine, what could go wrong? More importantly, why do I care so much?
I guess I should head over now. Won't be good if I stand him up after he made such a big deal about it. Why did he make such a big deal out of this? It's just any other night! Why am I so nervous?
Standing outside Will's yacht is making me even more nervous. Damn, wasn't expecting to feel this way. I'm trying to muster the courage to knock. Why am I so nervous!?
Holy crap! He opened the door! What am I going to do?!
"How long have you been out there my lady? Come in." His smile was so warm and inviting. He took my hand and escorted me inside. His skin is oddly soft and smooth for a guy.
He started talking suddenly. It startled me. "Since this is such a special night for us, I had my cook prepare a number of dishes for you. I hope you find something you like."
That's good, maybe I'll eat to distrac- oh my. There's like three tables full of food here. Everything looks so delicious; he ordered all this for me? True I like food, but this is a huge over kill. He's calling me fat for sure.
"Oh, could it be that you don't like anything here?" He looked so disappointed. Damn, I should say something-
"That's not it. I'm just, so impressed with all this. I couldn't possibly eat all of this."
He smiled again. "You don't have to eat all of it. Just pick what you like."
I smiled back, but holy hell I'm nervous. I rush to a table with soba and cheesecake and get to work. I'm probably shovelling it in; I hope he doesn't take this the wrong way. After some time, I've cleared the whole table. I notice him watching me. He's judging me I know it. Oh man. What to do? Hey, is that pizza over there? Maybe I'll have a taste.
I can't believe it. I've cleaned out nearly everything here. I blame the nerves. He's been close to me the whole time, following me from table to table not saying much. He's been trying to get closer, I'm sure. Does he want to tell me something? Like stop eating? I look over to him, how do I declare I'm done eating him out of house and home? "Um- thanks. That was delicious."
"I'm glad you liked it my lady." He paused, looking slightly contemplative, "I wonder-"
"What?"
"You've barely said anything since you've arrived. I wonder, have I done something to offend you?"
"I'm gonna level with you here. I was scared out of my mind."
"What of my lady?"
"This is a date situation right?"
He leaned in and put his arm around me. I blushed. "I certainly hope so." He whispered. I think I'm feeling chills-
"I can't remember the last date I had- I thought I'd screw this up."
"Don't worry fair maiden." He took my hand, "I adore you, just being here with you sends my heart racing."
At that, I put my head on his shoulder. We snuggle like this for a moment, and then I hear Will say, "I planned this night together, so I could express my feelings. Everything I do, I do it out of my love for you."
Oh no, oh man. The 'L' word. I was hoping he wouldn't lay it on this thick. I'm not prepared for this, what do I do?
He started talking again, as if he didn't just say that, "Perhaps we should go out on deck now."
What kind of weird perverted line is that? Oh well. "On deck?"
"'Twould be the best place to see the stars my lady."
"Oh, right." Duh.
So we go outside. It's snowing slightly, not good for star gazing. I start by gazing up, some snowflakes landed on my face. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him looking at me. "Hey, shouldn't you be looking at the stars?"
"All the stars in the night sky can't compare to your beauty." And he closed in slightly. I turned to face him. He looks so beautiful. I want him closer, now. I pull him into a hug and bury my face in his chest. His arms wrap around me, one of his hands rested in my hair and the other fell to my lower back. He gently stroked my hair, I nuzzled him in response. Damn he smelled good, so clean and sweet, and oddly floral.
He kissed the top of my head. That's the wrong spot to kiss dumbass. I tilt my head up and gaze into his beautiful blue eyes, eyes that look oddly ravenous. He leaned in, I could feel his breath lightly graze my face. My eyes close, and our lips meet at last.
It started off slow and romantic then quickly degenerated to something resembling horny high school students. He's grabbing at nearly inch of me, save for my naughty bits (what a gentleman!). His tongue is fierce and rough as if it wants to take over my mouth, but I fight him back with mine. Eventually he moves on to my neck. Damn his breath is ragged, he sounds like he ran a marathon.
Before I know it, he's backed me to the safety rails. Oh yes, take me, right here right now man meat! He presses his body against mine, attacking my lips again. I make an attempt to grind myself against him, and he pulls back. Why why why?
Will keeps me at an arm's length with a lusty look about him. "We should probably end this now my lady." He licked his lips, "I wouldn't want others to think lowly of my lovely lady."
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense." Too bad for me though. I don't care what the others think.
He pulled me into a hug again. I feel so content in his arms. Soon I'm released from his embrace and we silently gaze at the stars.
. . .
I'm starting to doze now, it is late after all. Will notices this I'm sure, because he kisses the top of my head again (need to work on your aim, rich boy) and says, "it's late, perhaps I should escort you home my lady?"
"Yea." I reply lazily.
He takes me by the hand and we walk. I like the contrast of his warm hand against the cold night air. We don't say much on our way back. That's good. My house is near, but I don't want him to go. Maybe he'll stay the night if I ask (in my guest bed now, don't go getting the wrong idea). I'll run it by him-
We arrive on location of my house. I let go of his hand and we exchange looks. He smiles, "I guess this is good night, my lady."
"Yeah, good night Will." I said, feeling pretty elated.
He stood there, not making any attempt to go home. With a strange look about him, he said, "Can I kiss you?"
Why on earth are you asking me that? Such a gentleman. "I'd be offended if you didn't." I said.
My prince seized me, and placed his lips upon mine once more. It was nice. He kissed me softly, like the first half of our last kiss. It didn't last all that long either, oh well. I noticed as he pulled away from the kiss, he took both of my hands in his.
Hand in hand, we stood there, unsure of how to proceed. Will seems so reluctant to go, and I don't want him to. He speaks, "I suppose I should leave you to sleep now."
"Um, if you want, you can stay." Holy crap I said it.
He looked slightly apologetic, "I don't mean to offend, but others may get the wrong idea if I did so. I would never do anything to taint my lady's honour." He stroked my hair, "Perhaps, in the future, I will spend the night with you."
"I'd like that." Why did I say that?
"Well then, for now I bid you adieu." He turned to leave.
"Good night, my prince." I mutter from my doorway.
"Good night, my love."
Oh man, he used the 'L' word again. I close the door and get into bed. I'm not sure what to make of this whole 'my love' thing. Surely he could do better than me, surely! And when did I fall in love with him? Wait, did I just admit I'm in love with Will? Man, I'm hopeless.
I lie awake and stare blankly at my ceiling.
