Frank kept his promise to return to Eva that night, but not before doing a little shopping. If she liked him as he was, there was no need to turn his nose up at traditional men's clothing. "Jeans," he thought. "A bit boring, but oh well." He managed to purchase and entire wardrobe of "normal yet fashionable" clothing before driving off to Eva's.
When he arrived at Eva's apartment building, he felt some sort of queasiness in his stomach that he'd never felt before. "I can't believe this," he thought. "I'm excited about seeing this girl." He smiled to himself as he rode the elevator. "Well, she is an amazing lover, somebody would be mad to reject that..." His thoughts were interrupted by the elevator doors opening. He stepped out approached her door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
The door opened and there was Eva. She looked at him, embarrassed. "Frank?" she said seeming surprised.
"Have I come at a bad time?" Frank asked, staring at her.
"Uh, no, I just...I didn't think you'd actually..."
"You thought I wouldn't come?" he asked, slightly hurt.
"Well, uh...it's just that I'm a mess. You probably want to..." Frank couldn't hear what she was saying; he was busy looking at her, studying her. Her hair was loosely pulled back, allowing stands of it to fall around her face. She had no traces of any makeup on at all. She was wearing a worn in sweatshirt and a pair of cotton shorts. She also had her glasses on, which she tried to remove, but Frank's hand stopped her.
"You're not made up," he said puzzled.
"Hence the 'me looking like a mess' thing," Eva smiled.
"No, you're not made up and you look..." He felt himself becoming aroused. There stood a woman without makeup, without cleavage or tight pants and she was beautiful. Frank then realized how Eva saw him. He truly didn't need the clothes or the makeup, and the same went for Eva. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he softly laughed. "I now understand what you said to me last night and I must confess that nobody's ever thought that about me without...er..." he stopped himself from blabbing by softly kissing her. He'd never kissed due to affection before.
"Come in," she said trying not to smile too much. Frank was very surprised by what he saw. The boxes were gone, but there were books and papers strewn all over the floor.
"Are you researching something?" he asked.
"Sort of," Eva replied. "I'm a writer and I needed a few references."
"A writer? Really? What do you, um, write about?"
"Well, right now I'm writing a piece on," she made her voice sound deep and announcer-like, "monumental scientific advances in health the twenty first century." She laughed and continued in her normal voice, "But that's just to make some money." She then sat on the couch. "It's for a health magazine. My passion is writing, well, whatever satisfies my creativity at any random moment, but that doesn't always pay the bills."
Frank wasn't sure what to think. Not only had he found a beautiful and sexually pleasing woman, but she was intelligent as well. "Can you take a break?" he asked, taking a seat next to her.
"Uh, ya, I think I can do that," she smiled. "Actually, I just ordered a pizza for dinner before you knocked, I'm starving."
"Me too," Frank thought. Normally, in any other circumstance, he would want to lay her on the floor, among the papers and literature and completely ravage her (Frank was a brilliant man and the thought of Eva possessing more knowledge than any number of "groupies" put together excited him greatly.), however he found that he didn't want to do things that way.
Without a word, he brushed the loose pieces of hair behind her ear. He removed her glasses and placed them on the coffee table. "Can you still see me?" he whispered in her ear.
"Uh huh," she replied starting to tremble. "Th-they're just for reading."
"Mmm, I see," he said kissing her neck. He felt her muscles tighten under his lips. His hand went up her thigh as it did the night before, only now he was touching her skin instead of material. He gently moved her body so that she was lying down on the couch. He lifted her sweatshirt up just high enough to see her bellybutton. He lightly kissed her stomach as her breaths became sharper.
He could have done more. He could have been rough with her. He could have been his usual self, diving into the sins of the flesh...doing things that were really nothing more than "dirty"...but he couldn't. More importantly, he didn't want to. He crawled on top of her, a hand wandering up her shirt to her bare chest. He could tell that she was excited, he could tell that she wanted him in the same way he wanted her.
She ran her fingers through his thick locks, gently pushing his face towards hers as she did so. She kissed him, parting his lips with hers. Frank wasn't exactly sure what to do. He had so many emotions running through his body that he had never felt before that he became dizzy. Luckily, he didn't need to do all of the thinking.
Eva wriggled out from underneath him and found her way on top of him. She unbuttoned his shirt and began to kiss the length of his chest. Her cool hands ran over his warm stomach. She actually felt Frank shiver under her touch. She stood up, but Frank didn't move. She undressed in front of him, shedding everything, including any inhibitions she felt the past few times she'd been with him.
She returned to the couch and undressed Frank. She lay on top of him; she let his body heat warm her skin. The waiting and the wanting should have been driving Frank crazy, but instead he savored it. He was experiencing so many things that he had never fathomed before, that he never knew existed. A beautiful, not to mention undressed, woman was just lying on top of him and he was content, though understandably excited.
Eva kissed Frank deeply and began making love to him. Frank tried to convince her to let him "be in charge" but she wouldn't let him. She told him to lie there, to enjoy himself. She loved watching the expressions on his face, hearing his soft moans. When the time came, they released together. Eva collapsed into Frank's arms, exhausted and exhilarated all at once. All Frank could do was smile. Just as Eva began to drift off, there was a knock at the door.
"Pizza," she said softly.
"I'll get it, love," Frank said. "Love?" he thought.
And that's how Frank's new life began.
He covered Eva with a blanket, threw on his pants, and answered the door. He paid for the pizza and put it on the table. He returned to the couch and ran his finger along Eva's cheek.
She looked at him through her half opened eyes. "Hi," she whispered.
"Hello there," Frank smiled. He sat down and took Eva into his arms. He became overrun with a string of emotions and thoughts swirled about in his mind. "I can't believe that I'm going to do this," he thought. He then began to speak. "I need to tell you something, Eva. I've never ever said this or thought that I would say this to someone and mean it." Eva felt her heart pounding against her damp chest. "I-I love you. I hardly even know you and I love you. I can't explain it, I don't think I've ever felt anything remotely close to love before...but..."
"I love you too, Frank. I don't understand any of this, it's, well, unworldly in a way."
"Unworldly?" Frank became worried. "What do you mean by that?"
"It's just amazing, that's all. To feel connected to someone so quickly is wonderful and these past few days have been everything I've ever fantasized about, but thought I'd never have. I never thought that you'd be a lover in the true sense of the word."
"Well, you're not the only one that's surprised."
"God, we sound like some hokey romance movie," Eva laughed.
