To the Moon and Back
A/N: Woo hoo! Love to all of my wonderful reviewers, and chocolate covered Don Juan's!! (grin) Sorry for being MIA.....finals were hectic, had some friend issues, and yeah. But now everything is better, it's the summer, and I can update more often! Still holding out for Don Juan for my birthday!! Two days to go...!!!
Chapter Three
"Hey! Sugarbutt! Imagine seeing you here!"
Eve closed her eyes, counting slowly to three. What was he doing here? Hadn't he gotten the message when she stood him up yesterday? She turned around, a fake smile on her face.
"Mike, what a surprise." She said, inwardly gagging. He was grinning at her, the expression rather reminding her of a stuffed elephant she owned when she was little.
"What happened yesterday? I came to the office to get you, and....."
"Oh. Family emergency. My fiancé got in a car accident."
"Nothing serious I hope?"
"No. He'll be fine. Just a broken arm."
Mike nodded, disappointment clear on his face. Eve bit her lower lip, shocked at how easily that lie just slid from her lips. Glancing down at her watch, Eve played a mournful expression.
"Would you look at the time! I have to jet.....maybe we can chat some other time." With a wave, she turned and left the Starbucks, coffee in hand. Closing her eyes in relief, she opened the door and walked out into the warm summer air. It was a beautiful day, the sun just right, not too many clouds. Eve smiled and unlocked her car door, sliding into the seat. She set her coffee down in the cup holder and began to close the door, wishing she'd remembered her driving shoes.
"Hello, Doña Evelyn." Came a Spanish tinted voice from the passenger seat. Eve screamed, jumping out of the car as fast as she could. Ducking down, she looked in to see Don Juan, or whatever his real name was, sitting in the passenger seat, a guilty look on his face.
"I am sorry, it was not my intention to startle you." He said, offering her a reconciliatory smile. Eve raised a brow, her breath still coming in short little gasps.
"How the hell did you get in my car?" She asked. He blinked, but still kept his smile in place.
"My, Doña Evelyn. Such language is not becoming of you. But I will answer your question." He leaned back to look at her better, motioning with his hand that she get back in the car. She shook her head in response, continuing to stand by the door looking at him. He shrugged, watching a man walk across in front of her car.
"Well?" She prodded.
"Your door was unlocked." Was all he said, casting a sidelong glance at her.
With a frustrated sigh, Evelyn slid back into her seat, slamming the door behind her.
"That does NOT give you the right to come traipsing into my car and scaring me like that!"
" I apologize for frightening you, Doña Evelyn, for as I said, it was the furthest intention on my mind." At that, she looked over at him. She wasn't quite sure what to think about him. She didn't even know him! Yeah, her boss claimed that this guy was his son, but she didn't even know her boss very well! And here was this guy, claiming to be Don Juan himself, the greatest lover in history, sitting in her car!! She was beginning to think it was a good time to panic.
"So." She said, forcing herself to stay calm. "What do you want?"
"I needed a ride home." Was all he said.
"Do you always give such curt answers?"
"No."
"Great. So.....who are you, really?" She asked. There was no point in beating around the bush. The guy made her nervous. She shouldn't be attracted to someone who thought they were a fictional character AND had the best cheekbones she'd ever seen. She turned away from him to start the car, trying to fight the blush that was forming on her cheeks.
"I am who I said I am. My name is Don Juan Demarco." He said, his voice laced with annoyance.
"I'm sorry. You probably get asked that all the time. It's just hard to believe. Impossible, really."
"I do not understand why everyone has such a hard time accepting who I am." He said. "Is it so hard to believe that I am who I say? That I cannot be Don Juan Demarco?" He was not angry, but he sounded desperate, almost. Eve glanced over at him as she pulled up to a stop light, giving him a small smile.
"Well, I believe you." She said.
"No you don't. I can tell. You're just saying that, my fair Doña Evelyn, to make me feel better."
"Alright, so I am. But that isn't the point!"
"Yes it is! How can we be friends if you do not believe me about who I am?"
Silence lapsed in the car. Eve didn't quite how to respond to that. And she didn't know if she believed him or not. Part of her said he was just a crazy lunatic who was a patient of Dr. Mickler's that they had semi-adopted as their son. But another part of her was questioning that maybe he really was who he said.
"So." She said again. He looked at her. "If you really are Don Juan, prove it to me."
"How can I prove it to you?" He asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Shall I have a sword duel for you? Shall I seduce you to show you?" Eve bit her lip, sparing him a quick look.
"You know how to use a sword?" She asked, ignoring his seduction remark.
"Yes. But that is not the point. How am I to prove it to you?"
"I don't know!" Eve said, her voice rising slightly. She pulled into a gas station, rolled down the windows and climbed out. Don Juan followed her, coming to stand beside her at the pump. He said nothing, just stood there, watching her silently. Eve cleared her throat, brushing back the hair that had escaped from the bun she always wore.
A woman came up behind them at the station, she and her friend climbing out of their car. The woman took one look at Don Juan and smiled, giving him a wink that he returned with a gracious grin.
"Good morning, ladies." He said, bowing to them slightly.
"Hello to yourself." Said the woman's friend, coming closer. "And just what is a gorgeous man like yourself doing here?"
"I am accompanying my friend." He said casually. The woman looked past him at Evelyn, shooting her a glare. Then, just as abruptly, the woman turned back to Don Juan.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"My name is Don Juan Demarco." He said, bowing once more. The two women came up to him, one on either side. Eve couldn't help it – her jaw just about dropped to the ground. What the hell??
"I love your accent...it's so....sexy." One of the women purred in his ear.
"Why don't you come home with us?" The other suggested. "I'm sure we'd keep you plenty....satisfied."
Eve rolled her eyes, shut off the gas pump, and walked around in front of them.
"Excuse me," She said, grabbing him by the lapels. "My friend and I need to get going. Bye now!" She said, waving to them. The women glared daggers at her, but Don Juan just smiled somewhat smugly.
"Till we meet again, fair maidens." He called to them, before Eve slammed his door, climbed in her own side, and peeled out of the station.
"Is someone jealous?" He asked her, once they'd reached the office. She turned to him, exasperated, turning off the car.
"Ok, so the women fawn over you. That still doesn't prove that you're the world's greatest lover."
"How shall I prove it to you then?" He said softly. Eve blinked, realizing a little too late how close she had leaned toward him, and how close their faces now were.
"Um." She said, the words leaving her as she stared into his eyes. Even behind the mask, their intensity could not be hidden. She focused on the twin orbs of molten chocolate, her own eyes blinking slowly. And then he kissed her. It was brief, a slow brushing of his lips across hers, but she felt the shivers run down to her toes, and back up to her head again. She even tried to move with him when he pulled away, but he pushed her back lightly.
Eve opened her eyes slowly, watching in fascination while he climbed out, smiling at her. She smiled back, hearing him faintly.
"Do you believe me now?"
A/N: Woo hoo! Love to all of my wonderful reviewers, and chocolate covered Don Juan's!! (grin) Sorry for being MIA.....finals were hectic, had some friend issues, and yeah. But now everything is better, it's the summer, and I can update more often! Still holding out for Don Juan for my birthday!! Two days to go...!!!
Chapter Three
"Hey! Sugarbutt! Imagine seeing you here!"
Eve closed her eyes, counting slowly to three. What was he doing here? Hadn't he gotten the message when she stood him up yesterday? She turned around, a fake smile on her face.
"Mike, what a surprise." She said, inwardly gagging. He was grinning at her, the expression rather reminding her of a stuffed elephant she owned when she was little.
"What happened yesterday? I came to the office to get you, and....."
"Oh. Family emergency. My fiancé got in a car accident."
"Nothing serious I hope?"
"No. He'll be fine. Just a broken arm."
Mike nodded, disappointment clear on his face. Eve bit her lower lip, shocked at how easily that lie just slid from her lips. Glancing down at her watch, Eve played a mournful expression.
"Would you look at the time! I have to jet.....maybe we can chat some other time." With a wave, she turned and left the Starbucks, coffee in hand. Closing her eyes in relief, she opened the door and walked out into the warm summer air. It was a beautiful day, the sun just right, not too many clouds. Eve smiled and unlocked her car door, sliding into the seat. She set her coffee down in the cup holder and began to close the door, wishing she'd remembered her driving shoes.
"Hello, Doña Evelyn." Came a Spanish tinted voice from the passenger seat. Eve screamed, jumping out of the car as fast as she could. Ducking down, she looked in to see Don Juan, or whatever his real name was, sitting in the passenger seat, a guilty look on his face.
"I am sorry, it was not my intention to startle you." He said, offering her a reconciliatory smile. Eve raised a brow, her breath still coming in short little gasps.
"How the hell did you get in my car?" She asked. He blinked, but still kept his smile in place.
"My, Doña Evelyn. Such language is not becoming of you. But I will answer your question." He leaned back to look at her better, motioning with his hand that she get back in the car. She shook her head in response, continuing to stand by the door looking at him. He shrugged, watching a man walk across in front of her car.
"Well?" She prodded.
"Your door was unlocked." Was all he said, casting a sidelong glance at her.
With a frustrated sigh, Evelyn slid back into her seat, slamming the door behind her.
"That does NOT give you the right to come traipsing into my car and scaring me like that!"
" I apologize for frightening you, Doña Evelyn, for as I said, it was the furthest intention on my mind." At that, she looked over at him. She wasn't quite sure what to think about him. She didn't even know him! Yeah, her boss claimed that this guy was his son, but she didn't even know her boss very well! And here was this guy, claiming to be Don Juan himself, the greatest lover in history, sitting in her car!! She was beginning to think it was a good time to panic.
"So." She said, forcing herself to stay calm. "What do you want?"
"I needed a ride home." Was all he said.
"Do you always give such curt answers?"
"No."
"Great. So.....who are you, really?" She asked. There was no point in beating around the bush. The guy made her nervous. She shouldn't be attracted to someone who thought they were a fictional character AND had the best cheekbones she'd ever seen. She turned away from him to start the car, trying to fight the blush that was forming on her cheeks.
"I am who I said I am. My name is Don Juan Demarco." He said, his voice laced with annoyance.
"I'm sorry. You probably get asked that all the time. It's just hard to believe. Impossible, really."
"I do not understand why everyone has such a hard time accepting who I am." He said. "Is it so hard to believe that I am who I say? That I cannot be Don Juan Demarco?" He was not angry, but he sounded desperate, almost. Eve glanced over at him as she pulled up to a stop light, giving him a small smile.
"Well, I believe you." She said.
"No you don't. I can tell. You're just saying that, my fair Doña Evelyn, to make me feel better."
"Alright, so I am. But that isn't the point!"
"Yes it is! How can we be friends if you do not believe me about who I am?"
Silence lapsed in the car. Eve didn't quite how to respond to that. And she didn't know if she believed him or not. Part of her said he was just a crazy lunatic who was a patient of Dr. Mickler's that they had semi-adopted as their son. But another part of her was questioning that maybe he really was who he said.
"So." She said again. He looked at her. "If you really are Don Juan, prove it to me."
"How can I prove it to you?" He asked, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Shall I have a sword duel for you? Shall I seduce you to show you?" Eve bit her lip, sparing him a quick look.
"You know how to use a sword?" She asked, ignoring his seduction remark.
"Yes. But that is not the point. How am I to prove it to you?"
"I don't know!" Eve said, her voice rising slightly. She pulled into a gas station, rolled down the windows and climbed out. Don Juan followed her, coming to stand beside her at the pump. He said nothing, just stood there, watching her silently. Eve cleared her throat, brushing back the hair that had escaped from the bun she always wore.
A woman came up behind them at the station, she and her friend climbing out of their car. The woman took one look at Don Juan and smiled, giving him a wink that he returned with a gracious grin.
"Good morning, ladies." He said, bowing to them slightly.
"Hello to yourself." Said the woman's friend, coming closer. "And just what is a gorgeous man like yourself doing here?"
"I am accompanying my friend." He said casually. The woman looked past him at Evelyn, shooting her a glare. Then, just as abruptly, the woman turned back to Don Juan.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"My name is Don Juan Demarco." He said, bowing once more. The two women came up to him, one on either side. Eve couldn't help it – her jaw just about dropped to the ground. What the hell??
"I love your accent...it's so....sexy." One of the women purred in his ear.
"Why don't you come home with us?" The other suggested. "I'm sure we'd keep you plenty....satisfied."
Eve rolled her eyes, shut off the gas pump, and walked around in front of them.
"Excuse me," She said, grabbing him by the lapels. "My friend and I need to get going. Bye now!" She said, waving to them. The women glared daggers at her, but Don Juan just smiled somewhat smugly.
"Till we meet again, fair maidens." He called to them, before Eve slammed his door, climbed in her own side, and peeled out of the station.
"Is someone jealous?" He asked her, once they'd reached the office. She turned to him, exasperated, turning off the car.
"Ok, so the women fawn over you. That still doesn't prove that you're the world's greatest lover."
"How shall I prove it to you then?" He said softly. Eve blinked, realizing a little too late how close she had leaned toward him, and how close their faces now were.
"Um." She said, the words leaving her as she stared into his eyes. Even behind the mask, their intensity could not be hidden. She focused on the twin orbs of molten chocolate, her own eyes blinking slowly. And then he kissed her. It was brief, a slow brushing of his lips across hers, but she felt the shivers run down to her toes, and back up to her head again. She even tried to move with him when he pulled away, but he pushed her back lightly.
Eve opened her eyes slowly, watching in fascination while he climbed out, smiling at her. She smiled back, hearing him faintly.
"Do you believe me now?"