Dallas, Texas
"How do you do Mr Ewing", repeating the same six words she had the first time they'd met, as she stood before him, wearing her white, sparkly dress, sash and replica jewelled crown, looking just as young, sexy and beautiful as she had in 1967, Sue Ellen giggled flirtatiously and batted her eyelashes at him. She'd found him attractive and mysterious all those years ago and even now, having been married for three years, she was still discovering new and exciting things about him every day and wanted him just as much as she had upon their initial meeting. Always somewhere on her mind though was the idea that she never wanted him to get bored with her again, nor did she want to give him any excuse to be unfaithful to her; considering that, and considering their thought-provoking conversation earlier, she was committed to making an effort to keep their marriage interesting and exciting, for both of them. She had a reasonable amount of experience in knowing what worked for their intimate relationship now, but she was always learning and tonight was part of that learning. There was no pressure, it had been a lot of fun the previous evening and exploring what else they could have fun doing seemed like a good idea; it wasn't that she had no problem with their regular intimate activities, it was just that there was still so much she had no idea about that she wanted to know.
"Very well thank you", eyeing her up and down, JR found himself responding in the same awkwardly formal manner they had taken during their first conversation, strongly contrasting the flirty glances they had shared when she was on stage. It was amazing how easy he found it to slip back into his frame of mind back then, struck immediately by feelings he had never experienced before when he saw her for the first time. There had been a lot that had been purely physical, she was a beautiful young woman after all, however, there had been a little something more to the situation than just that. He had arrived in Fort Worth that day expecting to find himself a pretty girl or two to spend the night with, but he'd ended the night with one on his mind and an empty space next to him in bed.
"Now is your opportunity to live out your fantasies, I know you had them…" grinning as he listened to Sue Ellen's comments as she ran her eyes over him as he had her, he couldn't deny that what she was saying was true; he'd had a lot of fantasies that night, none of which had translated into reality, until now. He'd launched an investigation into who she was and what she was about after meeting her, but even then she hadn't immediately responded to his approaches, pushing him to increase his romantic pursuance of her, an approach that had eventually worked. Tonight was not about romantically pursuing her with flowers, or protecting her special gift though, tonight was about exactly what she had just said, living out his fantasies, maybe a few of hers too; tonight was about what he wished had happened, but in reality, hadn't.
"I'm glad you could make it, I've wanted to talk to you alone all evening", setting the scene, his grin widened as she quickly became her former self, demure and surprisingly self-conscious when it came to his attention; her innocence and ladylike qualities had always appealed to him, for a couple of reasons, the challenge being one of them. "That's very nice Mr Ewing. Did you want to talk about anything in particular?" Asking a question, she let her naivety show from the outset; he did want to get to know her, he'd decided from the moment he'd first seen her that he wanted more than to go to bed with her, but having her alone, without any standards having been set, talking was not what was on his mind. "Mm, us", responding, he chuckled at her continued modest behaviour, it appeared she was blushing, though he didn't know how she would force herself to do such a thing, unless she was really affected by him. In reality, their first date had been far more relaxed than he sensed she was at the moment, however, at that point in time she'd also had some time to get used to the idea of being alone with him, and they hadn't gone anywhere near a secluded bedroom like they were now.
"Oh? What about us?" acting as if she had no idea what he was hinting at, despite not having been a completely inexperienced twenty year old college girl, Sue Ellen found it very easy to fall back into her younger frame of mind. She'd dated a bit before meeting JR, dating meant dating though, even with the men her mother arranged for her to meet that still only seemed to want one thing from her, one thing she refused them, every time she was propositioned. With JR now, they'd only just met, so how was she to know that he hadn't asked her to meet him to ask her on a date in person?
"How about I get us a drink and we'll talk about it", turning away from her as if to walk toward the bar, which in their bedroom was really just the dressing table where he'd placed a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses, much to her surprise, she reached her hand out to stop him. "No, thank you Mr Ewing but I don't think I should; I shouldn't even be here with you right now. In fact, I should be getting back, I told my mother I was going to get some fresh air, she'll be wondering where I am if I don't return soon". Acting jumpy and nervous, as if she felt she was doing something wrong by being with him in a private space, getting familiar with each other, she suppressed a smile as he interpreted their contact as a signal to ignore her verbal message, taking hold of her hand touching his arm and using it to gently pull her toward him. Ignoring her protests was not particularly respectful, but she didn't imagine that what he had in mind for the rest of the evening respected her purity all that much either, not that she was supposed to know his intentions for the evening though.
"Don't be silly darlin', of course you should be here with me, you felt it too, I'm sure you did. Whatever was going on out there earlier isn't something we should ignore. Now, if you won't have a drink with me then please, at least take a seat, so we can talk", leading her toward the bed, not the armchair used for reading or relaxing, she shot him a nervous glance again; talking in the bedroom was one thing, but doing so on, or in, bed was another. "Mr Ewing…" breaking contact with him, she created some space between them. She would go to bed with him eventually, the present day her knew that, but her 1967 self was not that easy, nor was she quite that passive; the younger her had been able to speak up for herself to some extent, she'd had to in order to remain pure until marriage. They were playing a game, an interesting one, a fun one, and one they both knew the eventual result of; she was curious as to how he would make it happen though, because the question wasn't whether it would, because it would, the question was, when would it happen, and how? She was quite enjoying playing the game, making him work for her, and she wasn't ready to concede to the inevitable conclusion just yet.
To be continued…