I wanted the third kiss. We all wanted the third kiss!
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After promising the balloon guy free dinner at the Dragonfly she stood looking in the direction he had walked away. Finally he was back. She was feeling all giddy, but still a little frustrated, damn parade.
The bell jingled as she walked into the diner, he was standing behind the counter and looked up at the sound. They both smiled shyly.
"Hey"
"Hey"
She walked up to the counter.
"Could we..." She made a gesture towards the back.
"Um, sure"
They walked into the storage room and he closed the door.
"It's just that we got a bit interrupted before"
"Yeah" He showed his hands into his back pockets. She liked this new side of him, boyish and blushing. Although she was acting the same, all girly and giggly.
"So I thought that maybe we could finish what we started" She smiled nervously. "It's been seven weeks" With a sigh he agreed "seven weeks"
As before they started to lean in to kiss. Hesitantly. This being their first deliberate kiss. Their lips brushed. "Luke!" Lane shouted out from the diner, causing them to jolt back. " Aw, geez" Irritated he shouted back "what!" "Could you bring back a jar of pickles, we're almost out!" He gave her an exasperated look and moved towards the shelf containing the jars. But she was not going to miss her chance again. She touched his arm, stopping him "well they say that the third time's the charm" He smiled and with that they leaned in for the third time. Their lips touching, almost timidly at first but then more eagerly. Then the sucking of lips, the mouths opening, tongues tasting and exploring. Bodies pushing up against each other. They felt intoxicated. The kiss getting deeper and more intense, hands starting to roam around, feel and grab as years and seven weeks of sexual tension started to unleash. Finally, after years of longing, he was able to get his hands into her hair, so thick and soft. "Luke we need those pick..." Lane stopped dead in the doorway. They broke free from each other, both short of breath. "Sorry" she quickly shut back the door. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling he pointed to the door "I have to go back... pickles" "Yes" she was still breathing fast. He reached for the doorknob "Luke" "Yeah?" She handed him a jar "pickles" "yes pickles" They emerged from the storeroom, a bit flushed, she trying to smooth down her tousled hair. Lane tried to hide a smirk as she was writing down an order. He took the jar into the kitchen as she sat down by the counter. He promptly came back and placed a cup in front of her, unsuccessfully trying to suppress a grin. She smiled and watched him pore the hot coffee "So... what's the latest scoop on Hay Bale Bill?"