Author's Note: Saavik typed this one too. LOL yes, Saavik, my typing
slave. Kidding. She did this voluntarily. *Saavik yells from the
background, 'help me! Good Lord, help me. Save me!'* Yes well, ignore
that. On to the story now. Enjoy… hehehe
Chapter 14: A Comforting Cop
Ardelia woke up and looked at her clock. It was only 11:30pm. She then realized that John wasn't with her anymore. 'He was here when I fell asleep, but when is he now?' Ardelia asked herself over and again.
Finally getting up, she went down to the kitchen. It was clean. The oven had been moved out, and almost everything that had been charred or burnt to a crisp was clean. Except what couldn't be removed without the aid of tools.
Ardelia couldn't believe her eyes. He had done all of this for her. "Too bad he isn't here to see my face," Delia chuckled to herself. She was wrong.
The least expected happened without warning. John came up behind Ardelia and placed his arms around her. Ardelia jumped. "You scared me!" She turned around in his arms and hugged him.
"Thank you so much. I didn't know you were so handy around the house." They both laughed at Ardelia's statement. "And you sleep like an angel." John made Ardelia blush with his next comment. "Come on, are you a little hungry?" "I could use something to eat, no that I think about it, I haven't really had anything all day."
John led Ardelia into her living room. What Ardelia saw shocked her - speechless.
All of the furniture had been moved off to one corner. Spread out on the floor was a blanket. Two wine glasses, and a bottle of red wine, Chianti, to be more specific, (He had once been acquainted with Hannibal Lecter.) had been set out.
There was some pasta and garlic bread set on two fine china plates. It would be an evening that Ardelia would never forget.
John led Ardelia by her hand to the picnic he had set up. "John, you really shouldn't have," Ardelia was close to tears. No man especially one she had just met, had ever treated her so much like a queen.
"Since I first saw you, I knew that you were someone special," John kissed Ardelia on her forehead. Just making her happy made him happy too.
"Thank you, thank you so much." She began.
"You deserve it." John sat down on the floor and pulled Ardelia down with him, almost spilling the plate of pasta.
"No, I meant thanks for helping me get through this. You don't know how much this means to me," Ardelia said, a serious look on her face.
"It was the least I could do," John stated truthfully, "and I really do like you. I would really like this relationship to go somewhere."
That was the last sentence spoken for a long while. John fed Ardelia the Fettuccini Alfredo, taking bites of his own every so often, and poured them each a glass of Chianti.
Ardelia was still depressed about Clarice, but John kept her mind from dwelling into the thoughts she presumed would drive her mad…
Chapter 14: A Comforting Cop
Ardelia woke up and looked at her clock. It was only 11:30pm. She then realized that John wasn't with her anymore. 'He was here when I fell asleep, but when is he now?' Ardelia asked herself over and again.
Finally getting up, she went down to the kitchen. It was clean. The oven had been moved out, and almost everything that had been charred or burnt to a crisp was clean. Except what couldn't be removed without the aid of tools.
Ardelia couldn't believe her eyes. He had done all of this for her. "Too bad he isn't here to see my face," Delia chuckled to herself. She was wrong.
The least expected happened without warning. John came up behind Ardelia and placed his arms around her. Ardelia jumped. "You scared me!" She turned around in his arms and hugged him.
"Thank you so much. I didn't know you were so handy around the house." They both laughed at Ardelia's statement. "And you sleep like an angel." John made Ardelia blush with his next comment. "Come on, are you a little hungry?" "I could use something to eat, no that I think about it, I haven't really had anything all day."
John led Ardelia into her living room. What Ardelia saw shocked her - speechless.
All of the furniture had been moved off to one corner. Spread out on the floor was a blanket. Two wine glasses, and a bottle of red wine, Chianti, to be more specific, (He had once been acquainted with Hannibal Lecter.) had been set out.
There was some pasta and garlic bread set on two fine china plates. It would be an evening that Ardelia would never forget.
John led Ardelia by her hand to the picnic he had set up. "John, you really shouldn't have," Ardelia was close to tears. No man especially one she had just met, had ever treated her so much like a queen.
"Since I first saw you, I knew that you were someone special," John kissed Ardelia on her forehead. Just making her happy made him happy too.
"Thank you, thank you so much." She began.
"You deserve it." John sat down on the floor and pulled Ardelia down with him, almost spilling the plate of pasta.
"No, I meant thanks for helping me get through this. You don't know how much this means to me," Ardelia said, a serious look on her face.
"It was the least I could do," John stated truthfully, "and I really do like you. I would really like this relationship to go somewhere."
That was the last sentence spoken for a long while. John fed Ardelia the Fettuccini Alfredo, taking bites of his own every so often, and poured them each a glass of Chianti.
Ardelia was still depressed about Clarice, but John kept her mind from dwelling into the thoughts she presumed would drive her mad…