Love Never Goes Out of Style/CH 5
Daniel ran his hand down Betty's arm, looking down at her and nodded, raising his eyebrow, "You do, huh? I think that can be arranged."
He grabbed her face and kissed her again, this time more intensely.
She slid her arms around his neck and felt her head swimming as Daniel continued to deepen the kiss.
Betty knew things were perhaps going too quickly, but the sensations she was feeling as they continued to kiss were taking away any reservations she might have had.
He began backing her up further towards the bedroom, by way of the kitchen, sliding his hands down to her waist, and pulling her closer into him.
She whispered, against his lips, finding it hard to breathe, "Daniel..."
"Mmm?" he kept kissing her cheeks and all around her face.
"Um..."
"Yeah?"
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Huh? Oh...right. I forgot what I was going to..." he cut her off with another kiss which lasted even longer than the second one. "say!"
When they finally came up for air, he began running kisses down her neck, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly and getting totally lost in what he was doing.
Eventually, she managed to breathe long enough to pull away slightly, "Daniel...do you think...maybe we are moving too fast?"
He shook his head, and pushed one shoulder on her shirt aside enough to start kissing there,
"Mmm mmm, no, how do you figure, Betty? It took us four years to kiss. How is that...fast? We've finally graduated from hugging to kissing! I'd say that's pretty damn slow. And if I'd known kissing you was this amazing I'd sure as hell have done it the first day we met!"
She smiled shyly, "I know, me, too! I just mean...uh...oh, wow...that feels uh...um...really, really good."
He smirked as he picked her up suddenly and placed her up on the kitchen counter, never stopping his assault of kisses, while he stepped in between her legs.
She knew things were definitely moving fast now, and she meant to stop him, she really did, but she felt almost powerless to do so.
It was as if her brain had completely stopped functioning and her hormones suddenly kicked into overdrive.
She found herself wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and kissing him back passionately for all she was worth.
"This is...wrong." she murmured into his ear.
"It sure doesn't feel wrong."
"I know. Or maybe it does and that's what feels so...good."
He smiled against her lips. "Oh yeah? A bad girl, huh? You really, really know how to kiss, by the way!"
"Thanks. Don't sound so shocked. So do you, obviously."
"Thanks. Don't sound so...judgy, miss butterfly." He grinned, stroking her hair with one hand and letting his other hand start to wander a bit.
"Watch that hand, mister!" she warned as he got a bit low on her backside.
He shrugged, "What? I'm watching it. I'm monitoring very closely, in fact."
She took a deep breath, "Daniel, seriously...we're getting out of hand, now. We should stop."
"Why?"
"I...think we should actually go on a date or something, before we start making out like this, don't you?"
"No. Are you kidding? Go on a date? Betty, we've been sort of 'dating' for years. What do you call what we just did? We watched a movie and ate and now we're kissing. That's a date."
"Daniel! Are you serious? No, a date is where you come to my house and pick me up, and take me out somewhere. You dress up and maybe bring me flowers."
"I came over to your house. I picked you up literally and I took you to the kitchen counter. Doesn't that count?"
She rolled her eyes, "NO!" Just as he started to kiss her again, his phone rang.
Before he could silence it, Betty grabbed it from his pants pocket. He raised his eyebrows.
"Ooh, fun, do that again, please!"
She hit his chest, shaking her head but smiling, as she answered, "Daniel Meade's phone. This is Betty speaking."
"Ooh, goodie! We're playing this game again! This is Daniel Meade's mother. I still win! Hello, there, Betty. Just exactly what are you doing answering my son's phone, might I ask? How was your uh...shower, by the way?"
Betty's eyes widened, as she put her hand over his phone, and whispered, "It's your mom."
He shrugged, and whispered back, "She's going to want to know if I'm coming to brunch tomorrow. Tell her I'll come. That is...if you come with me."
She made a face, "Daniel, no!"
He made a sad face, and pleaded with his 'puppy dog eyes', "Please? Come on, Betty! If I have to make nice with Tyler and my mom, you have to come with me and at least make it more fun. We can...you know, play footsie under the table and stuff. Maybe sneak off and fool around."
She eyed him, "We're not doing that."
"What, you mean, like EVER? You can't tell me it's been that long, Betty. Don't worry, it's like riding a bike. Only, pretend I'm the bike."
She blushed, "Daniel!"
They heard Claire whistle and Betty panicked, shoving the phone in Daniel's face, "Here! She's YOUR mother!"
He rolled his eyes and took the phone, "Hey, Mom, it's me, Daniel. Yeah, sure, I'll be there tomorrow. What time?"
"Does Eleven work for you? What's going on over there, anyway? Did I interrupt something, I hope?"
"Sounds great. And...I'm not answering that question. Oh, hey, you don't mind if I bring Betty along with me, do you? As my...date?"
"Of course not. Sounds wonderful. I'm looking forward to seeing you both. This should be fun. See you tomorrow, Daniel. Tell Betty I said can't wait to see her...as your date."
"Will do. Bye. See you then, Mom." He turned to Betty as he shoved his phone deep in his pocket.
Claire smiled from ear-to-ear, silently congratulating herself.
Daniel turned to Betty, holding her at arm's length around the waist.
"So...tomorrow morning. I'll come here and pick you up and take you out to my mom's for brunch.
I'll bring flowers. Daisies ARE your favorites, aren't they? Then maybe when...when we get back, we can at least talk about the fooling around part, right? I'm not saying like right away. I just want to know it's on the table at least. It's a date, right? That counts as a date. "
"It's not a date. It's a...breakfast, Daniel."
"Brunch." he corrected her.
"Whatever. Fine, it's a date. That still doesn't mean we're having sex, Daniel."
"Again, let's get some clarification, here, Betty. When you say, it doesn't mean we're having sex, you only mean... temporarily, right? There will be some end in sight ...eventually to this no sex thing I assume?
You didn't secretly sneak off to a convent and become a nun? I know you have enjoyed sex on occasion.
I seem to remember you even talking about trying to get a little kinky with that jerk-faced bean counter boy once, right? Something about eating ice cream off his...something. Don't really want to think about that one. Regardless, I promise, Betty, I'm better than any of those guys you've been with. I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh, really? And yet you're so modest!"
He shrugged, "No, I just know my strengths and weaknesses. And sex is definitely one of my strengths."
"I'm sure it is, Daniel. I didn't say I NEVER want to...do that. I just meant, you know, not like immediately. Can't we just take our time, be sweet and kissy with each other, enjoy being a couple first?"
He narrowed his eyes, nodding, and put one hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes, "Oh, yeah, of course, we can do that, sweetie. I was just kind of worried there that you were saying, you know...like NEVER, EVER, that's all.
You know, I think maybe our...hormones or pheromones or whatever are blocking our communication. Usually we understand each other great. I can normally read you like a book and vice versa. You can tell what's on my mind right away, too."
She raised her eyebrows, then smirked, looking down briefly, "Well, it's usually not that hard to figure out, Daniel."
He rolled his eyes, "Okay, point taken. Very funny, Betty. Make fun of the guy you got all turned on here. If you don't like it, don't kiss me like that, girl."
She blushed, "You really thought I was...that good?"
He nodded, "Worked for me. But, you're right. We can slow down. At least, I can...try. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to rush you. It just...feels really right to kiss you, you know? Kind of like we were meant to be doing this all along or something. Does that make sense? Your lips..." he softly ran his fingers over her swollen lips, "They should make a monument to these lips, Betty.
They are...beautiful, amazing, insane, and very very sexy. So...so far, we're up to three things about you that I find incredibly irresistible. Well, technically five, I guess."
She giggled, "Wow, I've obviously never seen this side of you before up close and personal, Daniel. You really are quite the smooth talker when you want something, aren't you, mister?" She kept her arms around his neck, and leaned her forehead against his.
He shrugged, his arms now around her waist, "I have my moments."
"Yes, you do. Daniel, I really think maybe..."
"I should leave now? Before things get out of hand?" he finished.
She nodded, "I don't want you to leave. But, maybe, you know, until we sort of learn how to not act like teenagers at prom night."
"I thought you didn't get to go to your prom, though, Betty?"
She shrugged, "You know what I mean." She really didn't want to mention Justin right now, but it's definitely where her mind went. She wasn't a teenager anymore, but kissing Daniel felt dangerous, like swimming with sharks!
"Yeah, I do. I guess the blood is starting to actually circulate back up to my brain just a little bit now. Okay, Betty. You're right. I'll go home for a while and...you know, take a cold shower or three.
It's early, but...since we're going out tomorrow, I guess you don't want to go out tonight? Squeeze in a date then? Before the Spanish Inquisition called my mom's tomorrow?"
She giggled, "I really don't think that's a good idea, Daniel. We'd just...you know, start kissing and get all carried away again. And where would that get us? Into bed."
"Tell me again why that's such a bad thing, Betty? Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm kidding! Sort of? I know. We do need to slow down. I get it. You're right. Talk about from zero to sixty here.
We need to talk about this. I mean, hell we've only known each other for four years, God knows we haven't talked at all." he smirked slightly.
She rolled her eyes, "Daniel, stop, okay? We haven't talked about us. About something between us before, have we?"
"No, I know in my head you're right, Betty. It's just...you know, that's not exactly what I'm thinking with right now. In fact...you might want to NOT kiss me anymore if you expect me to walk out of here anytime soon."
"Okay, but can you help me down from here, please?"
"Sure! Sorry, shortie!" He smiled and went to hold her by her waist to help her off the counter. But as they looked at one another, they couldn't resist and before they knew what they were doing, they found themselves kissing rather passionately again.
This time, however, Daniel broke away, after several minutes, breathlessly shaking his head, "Yeah...okay. I'm leaving. You're right, Betty. This is getting us nowhere. And by that, I mean...sort of the opposite, you know.
You kiss me like you mean it and that...really turns me on, I can't help it. I guess I'm used to sort of fake kisses. But you...you're so, you know real, so passionate, so intense! It's like everything about you is real, Betty.
You have no idea what it feels like to go from fake to real. It's very hard to walk away from. I deserve a medal or something for this, you know. Or at least...a really good kiss tomorrow.
Goodbye, Betty." He turned and held onto the door, looking back at her and smiled, just before he closed it, "Oh, by the way, I...think I love you."