Perspectives II chapter 13
Perspectives II
MarshAngel

Chapter 13



"You! What are you doing here, what do you want?"

"Are you always this hostile on a Saturday morning?" With that he pushed past her into her apartment. He glanced around taking note of its neat appearance. He headed right for the kitchen and sat down around the kitchen table, pulled a bagel out of a brown paper bag he'd brought with him, and started covering a half with cream cheese.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" she snapped, standing in the doorway, glowering at him. She was cute, like this, but not nearly as pissed off as he expected. Her hair was a mess, and she was wearing a black silk robe and an annoyed expression.

"I'm making breakfast. What does it look like?"

"Oh, I see," she said calmly. "A perfect stranger, who I suspect may be an evil being from another universe, knocks on my door, early one Saturday morning, invites himself into my apartment, and starts slathering cream cheese on a bagel and I'm just supposed to be ok with this?"

"I knew you were brilliant!" he said grinning. "Now sit down and have some breakfast."

Raye could not believe this. A guy she'd met only once, who knew something about her that very few people did, had just barged into her apartment and demanded she have breakfast with him. Oh well, she thought, and sat down. She grabbed the bagel he had in his hand from him and started eating.

He grinned at her again, chuckling lightly. "What!" she snapped.

"Nothing," he said smiling.

"So was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"What!"

"Did you enjoy your breakfast?"

"It was a bagel. They aren't well known for their wonderful flavor."

"Hmm. I suppose next time I'll have to cook." With that he got up from the table ignoring the incredulous stares she gave him. Curious as to just what he was doing, and hoping to prevent him from doing any damage, she got up and followed him. He invited himself into her bedroom and looking around directed himself to her closet.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" She snapped at him, annoyed at the way he seemed to be battering at her walls of carefully constructed control. He didn't answer, but continued moving her clothes aside, searching for something.

"I hardly think we wear the same size," she said snidely. "I haven't met many Negaverse warriors who were into cross-dressing." He smiled but said nothing. It seemed he'd come across what he was looking for.
He pulled a soft red sweater and a pair of black leather pants she didn't really remember buying, although she thought it might have something to do with those GAP ads she'd been seeing everywhere lately. "Get dressed!" he said sweetly, despite the commanding tone, handing her the outfit.

That's when she snapped. "Just who the hell do you think you are, waltzing in here like you own the damn place and telling me what to do! This is my life, my apartment and I don't give a damn how much you know about my identity. You can return to whatever dark corner of hell you came from and stop ordering me around!" Her face was bright red and she was breathing hard.

She was absolutely beautiful and his smile widened as he watched her temper rise to the heights he remembered. His fiery goddess was back in all her glory and not a moment too soon. He pulled her in close to him, taking her waist in his hands.

He lowered his head to hers and pressed his lips to hers. In her surprise she opened her lips to his as she felt his tongue tracing along her lips. His mouth enveloped hers in the most passionate kiss she'd had up to this point in her life. She'd been kissed many times before, but what was happening between her and Jason was an exotic fiery mix of passion, wilder and more beautiful than she'd felt before. By the time he lifted his lips from hers, her heart was racing and her lungs heaved as her chest rose and fell.

He smiled down at her sweetly. "Now, will you please get dressed" he said, pushing the outfit towards her again.

"I uh… I uh need to take a shower." She said quietly, confused as to what just happened.

Lita picked up the phone, stared at the numbers and put it back down. It was too soon. What if he thought she was desperate? But then again, if she didn't call she would never know what she was missing. The more she thought about his blue eyes and auburn hair, the more she felt the urge to call him. She picked up the phone once more and began dialing the number she had long since memorized after having spent so many times contemplating whether or not to dial his number.

"Hello," a deep voice answered, sending shivers up her spine.

Nick felt a deep sensation of relief and rising excitement when he heard her reply. He was surprised he'd recognized her voice. He rarely remembered this much about any of the many women he'd met, especially one he'd only seen once and hardly spoken to. But she was different somehow, and he was overjoyed to hear her voice.

"I'm glad you called. I was waiting."

"You were?" Lita questioned, surprised. She'd expected to have to remind him of who she was. She was impressed and pleasantly surprised that he had remembered her and said as much.

"How could I forget?" he said. I've never eaten a better meal, or seen a more beautiful chef." He was already laying on the flattery, not that she minded. It wasn't as though he were lying. He really did mean every word.

Lita found herself blushing, and was happy he wasn't there to see it.

"You don't have to flatter me you know."

"I never use flattery. I'm simply stating a fact. A fact, I find impossible to believe you haven't noted your self. All the chefs I've seen were short and fat, ugly, obnoxious or just all together strange. But then I don't suppose I've met many chefs, except those I've seen on cooking shows…" He couldn't believe he was rambling. He couldn't remember ever having done that before.

"It sounds to me like you met my former boss. He was all of the above in addition to being an absolute slave driver. He was one of the reasons I left Paris, to work here."

"I'm glad you did."

Their conversation was off to a wonderful beginning and before they knew it they had spent and entire evening on the phone talking and laughing. Both were beginning to wonder how it was possible to feel such an instant attachment to someone they had only met once.
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