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It's just been one of those days...
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Paramour
(Sampling)
"So where are we heading next?" Sara asked nervously getting her footing in their conversation hoping to maintain the flirty, casual atmosphere she and Greg had always enjoyed.
"Yes...about that..." Greg nervously tucked his hands into his pockets. "When I said all I needed to do was clean out the spare room I wasn't completely truthful..."
"What are you talking about Greg?" She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Well...technically it doesn't have any furniture...unless you count a drum kit as furniture..." He confessed slowly surprised to find that Sara's only response seemed to be bemusement.
"You play the drums?" Sara questioned with an amused smile.
"Sort of..." Greg shrugged. "I haven't played in a while..."
"Could you teach me?" She seemed to perk up at the idea.
"Sure...If you want." He beamed at her opening the passenger side door as he replied.
The car hummed to life as Sara flicked through Greg's CD collection mocking him at every opportunity while they drove to the closest furniture store.
Greg stepped aside to allow Sara into the store first. The first thing he noticed was the overbearing scent of lavender. The second thing he noticed was the sales assistant descending on them with a wide smile and an outstretched hand.
"Hi there guys. My name's Mandy- can I help you?" Her voice was slightly shrill and her enthusiasm obviously fake.
"We're looking for a bed..." Sara explained with a dull tone.
"Not just a bed Sara..." Greg rolled his eye at her.
"Can't we just get this one?" Sara indicated to the bed nearest them.
"No wonder you don't sleep Sara- you need to choose one carefully- you can't just go with any old thing. It has to be the perfect mix between comfort and hardness. And it has to be bouncy...but not noisy...You don't want to wake the neighbours." Greg explained with an amount of seriousness that made Sara laugh.
"You've got to be joking me...We're not seriously having this conversation." She couldn't suppress the laughter that had bubbled up in her stomach.
"I never joke about going to bed Sara...never." He raised his eyebrows at her warningly trying to make her stop.
"What are you suggesting Gregory?" Sara suggestively lifted an eyebrow at him.
"I think I'll leave you two to think it over..." Mandy's voice had dropped and her expression that had suggested she was pleased to see them had vanished. With a small nod she disappeared back towards the counter.
"See what you did...you scared her away...she probably thinks we're some kind of sex pests..." Greg nudged Sara muttering in her ear.
"Don't judge a book by its cover...for all you know I am." She winked at him.
"Do you need me to drop you off at sex addicts anonymous after this?" He gave a low gravely laugh. "Then again...PJs with dancing sheep really don't say sex pest do they?"
"They aren't the only PJs I own Greg." Sara smirked walking away from him towards the cluster of beds in the centre of the shop floor.
"Sara- this is the bed of beds." Greg explained to her pointing at one. "That's the Riva Bedstead..."
"How good can it be? It's just another bed- it looks like almost all of the ones in here..." She sighed looking around but without even replying Greg was pulling her by the hand towards the bed.
"Lie down..." He instructed sternly.
"Greg-"She tried to protest.
"Just do it..." Greg refused to let her get out of this with and with another irritated sigh Sara lied down.
"This is...good..." She frowned glancing at Greg who had lain down beside her.
"You just wanted to get me into bed" Sara smirked as Greg turned onto his side and propped his head up with his elbow.
"And it only took me 7 years!" he smiled "What do we think of it?" Sara shifted her body around on the soft mattress allowing herself to sink further into the fabric and stretching out her legs.
"I like it" she declared.
"'Like' is such a non committal word Sara..." Greg moved back onto his back and bounced up and down on the bed, tossing her around like a ragdoll.
"Hey, it's not a trampoline!" Sara elbowed him roughly in the ribs earning herself a disapproving glare from the staff across the showroom.
"That depends who you ask" He mused.
"Well my bed is for sleeping..." she sighed.
"Just sleeping?" he asked, making a point of testing the springs again.
"You'll get us kicked out!" she laughed, sitting up and carefully swinging her legs over the side.
"I'd like to see them try, I have my credit card and I'm not afraid to use it Sara!" He laughed not moving from his position looking up at her with a grin.
"I think you mean my credit card..." Sara responded.
"My house- my bill" Greg announced.
"But I'm going to be the one using it- it's not fair for you to pay the bill." She explained frowning at him.
"Sara...you've convinced me to furnish my spare room- you don't need to pay for the bed." Greg insisted.
"I don't like this...but fine...You have to let me get you something in return..." Sara puzzled over what Greg would like. "What do you want?"
"Uhm..." Greg pulled himself up into a seated position. "Can I think about it?"
"Sure..." Sara smiled leaning in to kiss him on the cheek.
"What's that for?" He a small look of confusion flashed across his face before disappearing quickly.
"For being you..." She couldn't help but say it, squeezing his hand realising that perhaps Rueben had been right- perhaps she could surprise herself.
They ordered the bed much to the entire staff's surprise heading back to home slightly exhausted. Sara placed her coat on the hook collapsing on the sofa her back arching as she stretched. Greg paused for a few moments to study her form not being able to repress the smile that tugged at his lips.
"Would you like some coffee?" He asked preoccupying himself with a task in order to stop himself for letting anything that would change the atmosphere they had created from disappearing.
"I'd love some..." She replied resting her head down reaching for the remote.
he drum set took up most of the small guest room and Sara had to shimmy around along the wall to get to the tiny stool on the other side. She beamed at Greg as she picked up the drumsticks and failed at twirling them around in her hand. They clattered to the floor in a symphony of crashes and bangs.
"Take it easy animal, this isn't the Muppet show!"
Greg bent down to retrieve the drumsticks, crouching down on one knee and meeting her eye as he handed them back to her.
"Let's start with the basics" he grinned.
"I think that would be a good idea" Sara remarked sheepishly, placing the drumsticks on her lap and holding them tight.
"Ok… this is the base" he said gesturing to the large drum directly in front of her knees. "This is the snare, these are the toms and these are the symbols" he grinned, stepping on the pedal and filling the room with the cymbal crash. Sara laughed as she jumped at the loud noise even although she knew it was coming.
"So now I've met the drums…. How do I play the drums?" she brandished the drumsticks and raised an eyebrow, keen to get started with the actual lesson.
"You can't rush perfection Sara" he winked "ok so… you start by tapping a rhythm on the snare"
Sara followed his instructions, smiling as she tapped the snare drum repeatedly.
"This is easy; I could be a drummer…"
"Do not underestimate the drums Sara. Now we shake it up, start hitting the toms with this one but keep the rhythm on the snare"
Sara frowned slightly but tried to follow his instructions. For a few seconds she was actually getting it, rewarding Greg with a bright smile of excitement before she suddenly became confused and the sticks fell from her hands.
"It's ok; it's hard to coordinate it at first…" Greg picked up the sticks and moved behind her with a soft smile. He pressed the drumsticks in her hands and kept his own hands firmly folded over hers. The heat from her body seemed to enclose him, making his heart rate increase threefold.
"Like this" he whispered in her ear. Her hair twisted and danced in his breath and a sigh escaped her lips as she stole glances at him out of the corner of her eye. He gently guided her to tap the snare and then hit the toms, the rhythm filling the room while she pressed her back against his chest. Sara's surprised laugh coursed up his spine and he could feel a flush work its way across his face.
"See, it's easy" she chuckled. She turned to face him, their eyes locking and filing the tiny room with the atmosphere they were creating. "I think I'm ready for my rock band now"
"Well how would the rock star like hot chocolate before bed?" Greg offered pressing a kiss to her forehead.