It was not possible to be this nervous AND excited rolled into one. One would think all the anxiety would lessen with as much as it hit her on a normal basis.
Really...it was getting QUITE annoying...
'Why can't I be more go-with-the-flow like Inaki??' She nearly whined.
Hands slapped her head at that statement.
With a huff, she resumed pacing, only veered off the track by whirling around and marching straight for the bathroom to check her appearance for the fifth time in the last ten minutes.
Of course everything still looked the way Sam put it on. The girl didn't trust her to do her own makeup – probably rightly so – with so little experience in any kind of lighting. She didn't mind, mostly because her hands were shaking enough to make putting on foundation and eyeliner twice the hassle and take just as long.
She gave her reflection a bored look, lightly slapped herself on the forehead for being such a dork, and headed back to her room.
Just as she resumed pacing and was about to turn, her vision caught sight of something. Not expecting it, she jumped and gasped.
"This little...thing with you is never going to go away is it?"
She stared before a light dawned and she glared. Glossed lips pursed. "Go away and leave me alone."
Knowing all too well her best friend's mood – bypassing it as always – Sam strode in around the girl and hopped on the daybed. "It's not like you should be nervous in the slightest! You two have been going out since the end of March! That's almost two months by now! What do you have to be nervous about??"
Her friend made a very good point, and it earned her another glare.
Sam smiled anyway and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. "I don't know if I should've done your makeup so soon... I mean, he's not going to be here for another half an hour or so, that gives the possibility of you having to reapply."
As if she wasn't worried ENOUGH about having on more makeup than she wore in a long time, and what Inaki would think of her looking like this, she made yet another track for the mirror to reassure herself everything was as it should be.
As she returned to put a hole in the carpet, she briefly met light blue. "I thought you GAINED some self-esteem from your time with Inaki, not LOST it." The girl mused.
Glossed lips pursed again and the taste of strawberry invaded her mouth. She made a mental note to wipe her lips before eating anything. "Do you know of ANY instance when I've been this dressed and dolled up in front of Inaki?!" She demanded. A hand rested on her hip, the other pointing a finger at her face.
Sam pried her gaze from white stucco long enough to slant a glance over. After a second, light blue returned to the wall. "Your birthday."
She thought for a second, before crisply nodding in agreement. "Okay...what else?"
Sam's brow furrowed, trying to think of ANY other time, but drew a blank – at least, when Inaki was here. "Dunno."
"See?! That was two-thirds of a year ago! He probably doesn't even REMEMBER me with makeup on!"
Sam sighed and moved her arms as a pillow for her head. "Will you stop freaking out?? If Inaki had a problem with how you looked WITHOUT makeup by now...you two wouldn't have gone strong for so long. Hey - that rhymed."
She snorted at the girl's humor timing, but forced herself to recognize that. "I think I should go wash some of this off and tone it down. I mean, I'm just going to sweat it off later anyway..."
"Oh NO you don't!" Sam was off the bed, on her feet, and had a hold of an arm before she could get out the door. It surprised her how much the girl could move for being prostrate on her bed and too comfortable to have reflexes like a cat. "You're wearing nothing more than lip gloss, a little foundation, eye shadow, and eye liner. The most extreme is the eyeliner and you're just not used to that. I bet if you went and stared at yourself in the mirror long enough, you'd get used to it."
"That's a MIGHT get used to it." She sidestepped, getting her arm back. A hand impatiently waved at the clothes. "And how do you explain THESE??"
Sam successfully hid a grin, even if she was cackling evilly in her head. "Hot temperatures and a boyfriend to impress." She stated, holding up a finger as if to make a point.
She looked up and tried not to fidget. She was getting better at all that, but the looking away was plain irritation this time. "This skirt is not going to hide the WORLD out if a good breeze comes!" She complained, unsuccessfully trying to tug the mid-thigh hem down. "And WHY did you make me wear a halter when the night temperatures WILL make me freeze??"
The inner cackling grew even further.
"BECAUSE..." Sam innocently drawled, trying to look the part. "You've got the chest AND the body for it. And have I mentioned just how much I hate you for the way you look right now?"
She gave in and smirked at that. "Yes. But even though you found this in a small, it's still too loose in the stomach."
"You suck."
She grinned and fought not to laugh.
After a second, she ambled off to the bathroom to check her full appearance, not just the face. Black polyester-spandex skirt and dark blue cotton halter top that Sam insisted she get for their 'special night'. The top wrapped around her neck, the back stopped just under her shoulder blades, and a moderately low neckline made up the front.
'I FEEL NAKED IN THIS!' She yelled, wanting to pull at her hair. It was thankfully done in a simple ponytail, despite the rest of her. She argued and whined that excess movement later tonight would undue any bun or design her hair might make, and it would be too hot to keep it around her neck at all. Not to mention it was only to her shoulder blades – not long enough to braid into anything good or put in a bun.
It was time to get it cut soon. Technically she should've done so about a month ago, but with summer school, work, Inaki, AND trying to study around his visits, she had neither time nor money.
She sighed and pressed hands on sink porcelain to lean on them. Her shoulders set as she looked close, partially doing as Sam mentioned and partially to look at such a transformation she was not used to.
Sam was DEFINITELY an artist in many areas. Her eyes were cleverly done with little mascara, a thin black line of eyeliner around the upper and lower eyelid, and a small swath of dark blue eye shadow on the top.
She liked accentuating her eyes if she had to dress up, but Sam said dark blue made her eyes look green. She didn't think so, but who was she to judge the color expert? Sam knew more about mixing colors in one hour than she would in a lifetime.
So she let herself be a Barbie doll in dressing, hair, and skin. Sam wanted to paint her nails and she relented, only because the girl gave a small manicure in the process. She resisted the toe polish because the sandals she had covered up her toes a bit.
The girl also wanted to cover every exposed bit of skin with body glitter, and she didn't want ANY. That stuff was goop with sparkles stuck in it and she did NOT want to have to wash that off! But Sam kept gushing how much she should put even a little on and she gave in to the cheeks and sides of her arms. It dried a long time ago, and some had fallen off, but most was still there.
She felt like a disco ball when she saw sparkles upon twirl and smelled like vanilla.
That was the only bonus about the dried peely feeling.
Her lips pulled back to check her teeth and wondered if she should brush them again before Inaki showed. Sure her last brushing was fifteen minutes ago - but hey! – who wanted someone with bad breath?
She was just about to grab a Kleenex and wipe off the gloss when a pressure presented itself. Sam looked at her through the mirror, chin draped on her shoulder. "Used to it yet?"
She smiled a little at the relaxed tone of her friend. What she wouldn't give to be that loose. "I'm getting better at it."
Sam smiled. "I think you look very pretty – highly mature. You should wear eyeliner more often. It's not like you need a lot of foundation anyway – your skin is pretty clear."
She shrugged a little, mindful of her friend, and sighed. "I feel odd like this."
Sam smirked and knocked their heads together softly. "You mean you feel odd because you look nice?"
"Yes."
"Well if I had my way, I'd put a chocker around your neck, bracelets, a few rings, an anklet, maybe a toe ring, and a few clip-on earrings."
A brow rose. "I prefer to NOT be a walking piece of metal."
Sam snorted and stood back, eyeing her friend when the girl turned and leaned against the sink. "Are you sure you won't concede to a bracelet or ring at least? Your arms are incredibly bare – they're just SCREAMING for accessories."
She gave a dry look. "My arms are bare because there's no CLOTH on them! At all – no even on my biceps! THAT'S why they're screaming for accessories."
A chubby hand waved between them as the two finally headed out of the bathroom. "Melodramatic. I hope you're not this way when you could be grinding with Inaki later."
Their very first make-out scene flashed in her head, even if that's NOT what Sam was talking about. Her heart beat a little faster, hands shook a little more, and her body heated in a few select places just thinking about it. She harshly swallowed and headed downstairs to try and take her mind off it all until she left.
Except spotting the couch wasn't much good for her imagination. She nearly gulped in remembrance of they were laying and abruptly whirled for the kitchen. Maybe something cold to drink – preferably from the freezer! – would help.
So what if they were going out to eat before the main attraction, she had zero appetite right now. For the last two hours, she'd been unable to eat anything, and hadn't much for breakfast. The hotel never allowed much time to swipe something from the breakfast line or before leaving home. Not that she was really hungry getting up! She'd been nervous and anticipating this day the past two and it all came to a head today.
WHEN this passed, she was going to be so hungry, her stomach was going to eat a hole through her!
With that in mind, she grabbed a carton of vanilla and a spoon. She plopped it down on the table and dug into it, seeing she was the first to do so.
There was always a sinful pleasure of being the first to suck down ice cream through either a different spoon or spreading her germs with the same. Neither had issues with eating or drinking something off the other's plates or glasses.
As showed when a drawer closed and Sam knocked her spoon out of the way to grab a bite.
"You know you're going to ruin your appetite." The girl mumbled around metal.
She cast a glance before dipping the spoon in. "I barely ate anything all day – I'm starving. The only thing keeping it all back is my mood."
"Okay...then you're going to ruin your FIGURE."
She sent the girl the most bored look imaginable. "You should be one to talk." She threw back, poking a side with the handle.
"Hey! I'm naturally like this! If you have issues with that, go talk to padre!" Sam argued, waving the spoon to fend hers off. She chuckled and went back to the ice cream, trying to eat as much of it before it melted.
She stopped about three dozen bites later and pulled the box away from a protesting Sam. "You'll down it all and you know it!" She argued, sticking it in the freezer.
Sam whined and licked the residue off the spoon. "I'll behave, I swear! Just put it back on the table...PLEASE??"
Green rolled, not buying it, as she headed into the living room.
She plopped onto the couch, staring at the cushions in silence. A few seconds later, the hum of the fridge could be heard as it turned on to cool the appliance and she mentally sighed. As if Sam was going to get away with sneaking more of the carton...a quick peek at the damage done would be proof of that!
She ignored the girl though and leaned against the cushions, absently running her fingers over the fabric. In the dead time, she let her mind wander back to not so long ago, reminding herself.
The feel of his lips, the touch of his hands, the pressure from his body, his –
Her cheeks heated despite all her time with Inaki and pressed her lips together. That wasn't as embarrassing as it could've been, mostly because he was cool with that.
How far could that've gone had Sam not arrived in time to keep it from progressing? True, she would've most likely given in and let him keep going as far as he wanted, but that was the repressed hormones talking.
'Maybe...'
A small smile lit her face as she stared at the carpet. She didn't take sex lightly, but she didn't regret much.
After so long, it would be hard to regret something like that with Inaki, even IF they only just started dating...
She made it a point – after her time with Brad – to not build a relationship on sex. She wanted to give it more than a few months. The time with Arthur during the middle, and probably high of the relationship, she might've lost her head with. But then, she thought it meant something.
Her head shook. 'Stop dwelling on that! I'm sure Inaki would LOVE to hear why I'm so depressed. Oh yea...thinking of my exes would go over REAL well.'
She finally turned on the tv to switch mental gears and flicked channels without really watching anything. She made one full sweep before deciding to slow down.
After finding something relatively good, Sam plopped down with the ice cream wrapped in a towel to keep it somewhat cold. She gave a mild glare at that. Light blue met her gaze, the spoon going for her mouth.
"What?" Light blue blinked. "You know you look satanic when you glare at me like that with eyeliner around your entire eyes."
She huffed and shifted against the cushions, flipping a few more times. She managed to get lost until the doorbell rang and jumped up, forgetting about the show in a second.
This was it, time to either impress him or get a few odd looks for so much makeup. She almost felt like a slut with so much eyeliner, but...really...it wasn't that much...
She quickly opened the door to get him out of the heat and her hand froze.
Her eyes widened as they took him in. Inaki's hair was in its normal, lengthening braid of course...and that just made it all the more sexy with what he was wearing. True, he was in normal clothes – unlike her – but he had that animalistic sex appeal about him.
Perhaps it was the charming smile and alluring look in his eyes that gave it all away.
Fingers snapped and she blinked, jerking the door back the rest of the way. "I would ask how you like, but I think you gave me my answer."
Normal baggy blue-jean shorts with a wallet chain to give him that skater look; an open, mustard yellow button-up that made his eyes look a little more hazel; and a white wife beater underneath - the same ones he always wore with the heat.
Right now, she wanted nothing more than to swipe her arms through the button-up and look at his chest and arms. Why she didn't know, but being around him was making her turn more physical than she had in what seemed forever.
'I am REALLY sexually repressed!' She retorted, backing away to finally let him in. 'Get a hold of yourself chica! He looks good, but then, he ALWAYS looks good! You're only worked up because you're still thinking about that make-out scene.'
Green floated to his lips instantly and she mentally slapped herself.
He stepped in and shut the door to keep the air conditioning inside, seeing as how she wasn't going to. He took time to give her a better look through without the screen door in the way.
She looked good enough to eat and he wouldn't mind a few nibbles, but, being a betting man, KNEW Sam was somewhere in the vicinity – as her car was in its normal spot – listening. Smoldering eyes looked her over, trying not to linger too long on the little bit of visible cleavage, or the amount of leg he never got to see on a normal basis.
Unable to help himself, knowing she WAS his girlfriend, he stepped close to wrap his arms around her waist and bring her close. He smelled vanilla and leaned next to her hair and smelled. "Gods you smell good. And you look DAMN good. I almost didn't recognize you with makeup."
"I'm still uncomfortable with the amount myself." She mumbled, still unable to take his praise fully. No amount of time was going to change twenty years.
But she was touched by his actions and gave in to resting her hands and arms on his chest.
His head shook with an amused look. "Naw...you look nice like that." His head craned over dark brown. "Thanks Sam!" He called.
"Glad to help!"
"Living room." She whispered, rolling her eyes.
He grinned and leaned down to give her a quick kiss. With her looking like that, his well-practiced restraint loosened a little. When he pulled back, he licked his lips to confirm something. "Yup. Strawberry."
She couldn't help but blush at that, but shook her head at his look. "Shall we?" She dryly offered.
"Have fun! Make sure to go wild and crazy!"
"She will." Inaki called, opening the door.
Giggling was heard approaching and the two turned for the narrow hallway. Sam leaned against a post to the other living room and grinned. "I didn't mean K, Inaki...I meant YOU."
Inaki blinked and cast confused brown to his date, who offered no explanations other than a knowing, rather evil-looking grin. "What's she mean by that?" He queried, ignored as she headed out the front door.
"Don't wanna be late." She playfully drawled, dangling her house keys. With the same grin, she headed onto the porch.
Brown whipped from K to Sam to K, confusion and wonder growing by the second. The look on K's face was not helping any. He closed the door and let Sam get the lock, following her to the car. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"Yea – you need to hold my keys; there're no pockets anywhere on this."
Brown checked her out at that and he grinned. "So I noticed." She tossed him the keys over a shy grin, which he easily caught and stuffed in a pocket. "Now, what's she mean? And why are you dodging the subject?"
She leaned against the car, seeing it was clean, and stared at him. "You'll just have to figure that out when we hit the strip tonight, won't you?" She playfully sidestepped.
The sly grin she was giving him combined with the attitude was attractive as hell and again, he couldn't help himself. Arms rested on either side of her shoulder as he leaned against the car as well and close to her face. "I will, will I?" He drawled, staring. Her devilishness disappeared with being so near, but he saw some of that fade with a more genuine contentment and nerves. His face lowered. "Weren't you the one complaining not long ago how satanic I was to you? Not fair now, don't you think?"
His breath fanned her face. Her heart skipped a beat as she tensed in preparation and lifted her lips a little. "I get my kicks...where I can..." She mumbled, meeting his lips.
He grinned for a bit before losing himself in the kiss – in her. His body pressed against her a little more, feeling her curves fit against his. She felt so nice; it was so odd how she was able to hide such a body. But then...baggy clothes did wonders like that.
Arms soon left her sides to drape over his shoulders and touch the back of his neck. Fingers met with his braid and she had another urge to undue it to run her fingers through his hair like he often did with her. She had that a lot and wanted to see what he looked like with wild hair, but restrained the urge. He always had his hair in a braid and there was no point in asking him to undue it only to have him rebraid it when she was done.
He finally pulled away to breathe and licked his lips at the remainder of her gloss. "I hope you brought that gloss with you...cause that tastes rather good."
She looked away with a grin and heaved a sigh at his behavior. "Male." She muttered, casting him a look.
"Damn right!" His chest puffed up as he stole one final kiss before going for the car. "If I wasn't, you'd be in trouble."
She snorted and got in. "If you weren't, I'd be able to concentrate on school."
Brown rolled as he started the car and leaned across the seat. "And that's the last time you'll be mentioning that word in my presence, hai? I had to do a lot of talking and using my natural charm to get you to come out for a night of fun. Let's keep the school till it starts on Monday, ne?"
She merely finished the distance with a light kiss before pulling away to lean against the seat. "We're going to hit the crowds if you don't start going. Mush!"
He gave her an amused, yet odd look when she pretended to crack a whip...complete with noises. "I've created a monster."
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Dinner was nice, even if it wasn't very elegant. For dressing up as much as she did, it wasn't highly necessary. They went to a middle-class restaurant, mostly because she didn't want him spending too much money on her or food.
Not with tonight looming over them.
They spent the next few hours playing near the beaches and hitting a few local parks. With dinner almost classified as lunch, they had plenty of time to kill before tonight. Which was a good thing because she wanted desert and a relatively empty stomach.
He managed to get her to hit up Watson Park, even if she was not really comfortable being on that small of an island with no means of keeping afloat if she entered deep water. Miami Beach didn't count, that was at least twice as big as the area.
She had to admit, she had fun...but then, she had fun doing nothing as long as it was with Inaki. He never failed to make her smile, make her laugh, and make her feel special. All he had to do was look at her in any which way too.
That was a very powerful weapon he had, if he even knew it. If he knew how easily he could turn her mood – what she allowed more and more... She knew she was depending on him, she came to that realization one day, but when she thought about it during one of his visits...it didn't seem all that bad...
Inaki was definitely different than both Arthur and Brad...and that was probably one reason she was allowing herself to fall. He hadn't hurt her yet, even during the shaky times in the beginning, and proved his worth by being there when it counted.
It was high time she let herself trust him.
When she thought about it a few times while being with him, it wasn't that hard, nor did it seem that big a deal. Trusting him was so easy, but she knew that fully trusting anyone like she used to was still dangerous.
She did indeed give quite a bit of herself, after saying she wasn't going to, but she was definitely happier because of it. Inaki helped her a little to gain a sense of self and although she wasn't fully altered, she was getting there. It didn't change in a day...
She gave a quiet sigh and leaned against him more, fingers rubbing against his arms in their snug positions around her. Her head rested against his more fully as she idly stared ahead.
"What're you thinking about?"
A half smile appeared, though she didn't pull away from her cradled position to look at him. She didn't need to. "This is nice... Serene, quiet – relatively." Green spied one of the many swimmers walk past in the early sunset. It would've been even more magical had the beach been deserted, but right now, it might as well have been. "I wish we could stay here forever, just like this."
He smiled gently and stared at the top of her head. He pressed a gentle, slow kiss to it, hugging her a little tighter with arms and legs. "True...but then I wouldn't get to see what the hell you were talking about earlier."
She giggled and rubbed her head against his chin, earning another kiss. "You'll just have to wait and see."
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"The car will be PERFECTLY safe here, you can leave it locked and no one will steal it."
"I KNOW that you dork, but there are more people here than I expected."
Green rolled. "What do you expect?? It's Saturday night. This is normal date night. Not to mention there will be college kids here reveling in the free time before classes."
"Oi! I thought I told you not to mention that again in my presence tonight!"
She squealed in laughter and rounded the car the opposite as he did to catch her and pick on her for mentioning her vice. He caught up with her easily, having longer legs and more slyness, and his hands attacked her sides.
"Stop!" She cried, trying to bat his hands away. "Come on...the line is forming without us! We'll never get in – knock it off already!"
He conceded with a pout, a hand going to her back to direct her forward. "Spoilsport." He muttered, grabbing her hand at seeing how many people were loitering the area to get in.
'This place is packed! Why did she ever think this would be a good idea for a first date??'
Getting her to agree to take time off for a first, REAL date – ironic considering their dating time – was harder than it should've been, but then, she made it that way. He was making her rearrange an easy, well-known schedule to include him in it and had a feeling he would have to until she made time for him naturally.
Of course...he DID have a tendency to stop by at the most odd times just to see her.
They got in line with all the other scantily clad, makeup-caked women and their friends. Men wore more normal clothing – aside from the extremely low jeans that annoyed him – though trying to look cooler than everyone else there.
This was NOT his idea of a good first date. He initially suggested a romantic dinner, perhaps a chick flick – more for her than him actually, and some time along a beach for the sunset. That would've been something to make memories of, and he had a feeling she would like that. All the others did.
But she denied it, aside from dinner and the beach, and changed the plan.
Brown took in the area, eyeing his date to make sure she was still next to him and not being harassed – or eyed – to kill time. He squelched a sigh at how mildly slow the line was going, but that could deal with the fact that everyone was getting I.D'd, as the place sold alcohol.
When she made mention of wanting to go to a club, perhaps more than one depending on boredom, he almost wanted to ask for K to come to the phone. Hearing K telling of WANTING to go to a packed, smoke-clogged, alcohol-serving club on a DATE did not sound like her!
But then...she proved herself a rather good dancer during the Halloween party, so it made a little sense.
This was going to be interesting...HIGHLY interesting. She didn't get very wild and crazy at the party, mostly since they were just friends at the time. But this part of their relationship had fewer boundaries and more openings for some fun.
A wicked grin eased onto his face as they moved forward and he dug for his wallet as they neared the line. He was DEFINITELY looking forward to see what this girl could do!
"I.D. please."
He handed his over and watched as K grabbed hers from some unknown pocket in her skirt. He was a little stunned at that. That thing wasn't skin tight, but it wasn't one to have extra fabric either. It was probably that short for dancing, but he was going to have one hell of a time trying to control himself with her once they got inside!
Their hands were stamped with glow-in-the-dark ink and K grabbed his hand, all but dragging him inside and trying to pass the crowds. He was able to keep up with his long stride, but she was weaving through people better than him and he was about to take his hand away to walk normally, but he'd never find her again.
The pounding music was loud outside, but now it made it impossible for conversation. The only way to talk was to get real close and scream in the person's ear. If it was K, he had no problem with that.
The dance area was rather large, but even that was no help. People covered every inch of the floor and she knew finding a spot would be hard. The floor was sunk into the ground, and that made it easy to look for a space from the entrance.
She finally spotted one and tugged his hand to gain attention. A hand pointed to the crowd, feeling the need to move with the beat that called, and started zigzagged through people again. She claimed their spot and turned, immediately letting go and not letting him get acquainted with the beat.
This was one of the things people could never seem to associate with her because she kept herself under a leash almost all the time. She knew how to dance naturally, but never had much practice at it. She just let herself go with every song that had a good dance beat and moved with everything she had.
She was water when this kind of music came, and that's why she liked techno so much. It was so liberating.
She was not one for a partner; he found that out. Her technique was wild and she wasn't one to synchronize. But he was not here to dance by himself and hands gripped her hips to get her to flow with him. He was not as good as her and never liked to dance much, but he relented as long as he was with her.
She kept in time with the beat and changed her step to include him fully, swaying side to side with him. Her shoulders moved with her hips, arms draping over his shoulders. His hands clutched her waist as he leaned forward with a grin.
She couldn't help but smile back, too happy to feel shy. She was better than him and that helped her confidence to open up this part to let him see her.
Time slipped by. Songs melded together, the only time they stopped was when the beat paused. Even with training a few times a week, he did not have enough endurance to keep up with her. He finally pulled away and made a face to try and communicate, managing to get through. He leaned close and shouted he'd be at the bar and to stay here, as he'd be back after a bit.
Water was his only agenda and thankfully it didn't cost anything. He downed two glasses before scanning the strobe-lit room at a higher level to find his exact spot.
When he found K, he was forced to stand and watch the raw energy and emotion emanating from her and her moves. It was almost primal the way she swayed and turned, the way her arms twisted about in a nonsense pattern.
The music faded a little to background noise as he studied her. This new side he wanted to see more and just might enjoy dancing if he got to see this more often.
She was almost an entirely different person.
He finally headed back, unable to stand being away from her like this and needing to be connected. He got her to dance synch with him, though her mood didn't dim.
She smiled and continued their dance, putting a few things in it after linking to the groove of the beat. She felt truly alive right now and wanted to share it with him. She leaned forward to give him a quick kiss and did a turn to press her back against his chest.
She was better than any alcohol he could order from the bar and had a feeling he wouldn't need any. He didn't want to leave her side just for rest or provisions, even if it meant he could see her move by herself.
He was wrong about his earlier thought. This would be a memorable first date, more than what he figured on doing in the first place.
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She quickly downed the rest of the water and clutched the glass, almost wanting to lick the sweat off the outside.
God she was thirsty! But that was normal, given as she danced an hour straight before getting anything to drink and rest.
Green took in the blackness above, not able to see the stars with so many lights around. She had no clue what time it was, but it felt late. Later than she expected to be out.
She was exhausted, sure to be sore tomorrow, covered in sweat...
But had the time of her life.
She was running on a high that was so natural and wanted to go back in...if she wasn't ready to melt into a bed, or the nearest chair.
"You are a wild woman...you know that?"
She gave a tired grin as he tightened his hold around her waist to help her walk. "My idea was still better than yours." She mused, giving him a sideways look.
He snorted, going for his keys as they neared his car – which was still there, to his relief. "Can't argue. But we'll have to do it my way next time."
She leaned against the car as he unlocked it. "Or we could go to another club..."
He gave her an odd look, trying not to smile at the eager look in her eyes. "You are about ready to fall down and you wanna go BACK??" His head shook when she nodded and helped her into the car. "You're crazy."
"That was fun." She corrected after he got in. She slid to a better position in the car and heaved a sigh. "But this feels MUCH better." Feet moved to kick off her sandals and wiggled her toes when they were off. "Ah yea..."
He snuck a mild wide-eyed look and relaxed a little. Her voice caught him off-guard and he had to admit, his mind went gutter when he heard that.
By the time they crossed the ocean and hit her house, K fell asleep. He smiled, staring as he put it in park. That was a given; she was tired and it was almost midnight.
She sure looked adorable though...
The only time he was with her when she fell asleep, he didn't get to see her face. This was the first opportunity he had to stare and take in her innocence. This was another aspect he got to study. He carefully shifted to keep from waking her and propped his head up on the seat.
After a few minutes of that, he wanted to kiss her awake. He couldn't remember ever doing that with any of his other girlfriends, so this seemed prime opportunity. Slowly, he leaned forward, keeping an eye on her to not startle her, and met their lips.
She slowly woke when he pulled away, rapidly blinking to try and pull her gaze to focus. "Where are we?" She drawled, yawning.
He smiled. "Your house. Time to get you up to bed sleepy."
"I am not..." She mumbled, hand sluggishly going for the handle.
His head shook after she felt around for it, not really trying, and got out. He opened her door and helped her out and up the stairs. He wanted to carry her, but wouldn't be able to unlock the house otherwise.
It was all dark, but he knew the area well, so that didn't faze him. The streetlights outside helped guide him and in no time, he was sitting her on the bed and taking her sandals off. He left the makeup, not wanting to deal with the hazards of eyeliner, and slowly pulled her up to the pillow.
He would've liked to get her out of those sweaty clothes, but she would probably ream him good for seeing her naked.
Tempting...highly tempting.
Putting the light blanket over her, he moved to kiss her goodnight. He was a little surprised when green fluttered open – how was it she woke up now when she was all but asleep through all that?
Her brain was muddled, but she was still thinking clear enough to get out what she wanted. "You're leaving?"
A hand moved and brushed her hair. He went and gently took out her ponytail to make it more comfortable to sleep. "It's midnight. I have to get home." He smiled gently. "I had a great time. Very original."
She smiled and turned to face him. A hand scratched the back of her head to get her hair back to normal. She sat up a little as her other hand touched his. "It's a little late...and I bet you're tired too. Stay here?"
He almost forgot to breathe. But her offer was kind enough, and he WAS getting to exhaustion point... He nodded. "I'll just be next door then."
Her hand clutched his before he could make for the guest room. "I mean...with me."
His body froze as wide brown stared in the dark at her horribly lit form. After a pause, finding his breath was held, he nodded. His shoes were gone in a second and set at the end of the bed as he climbed in next to her.
She shifted after he finally settled and leaned against him. The extra body heat was going to be uncomfortable, especially with sweat-laden clothes, but it would be worth it. She smiled and snuggled against the pillow, feeling his arm tug her close.
"Night..." She breathed.
His lips met her hair and gave a slow kiss. "Sweet dreams." He whispered back.