"Alright Eric, what movie are we gonna watch?" Hart asked, looking
around at his surprisingly well decorated apartment. Sifting through his
row of films, sh read off their titles. "Jack Chan, Bruce Lee, Jean Claude
Van Damm and...Bambi?" She cast a suspcious glance at him. "Bambi?" she
repeated. He ran his fingers through his hair and shrugged.
"It's for my...nephew...Sam, we're uh...real close..," he snatched a picture off the end table and held it up. A blond haired, blue eyed boy petting his dog smiled at Hart. Her eyes shifted to the corner of the picture where "3 x 5 Solid Wood Frame" was printed.
"That picture came with the frame!"
"Ok, ok! So Bambi's really just for me! In Firearms training I couldn't stand the thought of shooting a gun. SO I watched the opening scene of Bambi over and over trying to desensitize myself."
"Did it work?"
"No, but I've got a strange new fascination with fluffy tails." He smirked and slapped her butt.
"Watch it Grease Monkey."
"If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."
"Why do I get the feeling you watched more than just the opening scene?"
"...Time for some goold old Jackie Chan!" She rolled her eyes and flopped down on the couch.
Halfway through the movie, her eyelids were starting to droop, and she rested herself against the pillows. "Hey, hey, hey, send a little of that my way," Eric motioned.
"But your pillows are just so comfortable and strangely Martha Stewart-esque," she murmered.
"C'mon, I'm the same way, try me out." She relented and leaned against him, as he swept his arms around her. Settling in, she nodded.
"Comfortable yes, but I'm still missing that Martha Stewart thing."
"Well today we'll begin with one very good looking G-man and a former Beauty Queen. You'll be needing once couch and an empty apartment. Now, let's see what kind of fun new projects we can make this episode." He leaned in to kiss her, a kiss that lasted all the way through yet another fight scene on the television.
"Congratulations Eric, you've just made even the most wholesome American homemaker sound dirty." He just laughed and kissed her again.
"I'm good at other things too, you know."
"I'm sure you are," and suddenly no one was paying attention to Jackie Chan's flying leg kick. They were halfway to his bedroom when she broke the kiss.
"Sorry Matthews, not tonight." He looked at her with hurt eyes. "Remember you said it'd just be a casual dinner and if we happen to have sex afterward, so be it?" He nodded. "Well I just can't prove you right." She kissed him a last time and stood up to leave.
"How's tomorrow?" She smirked and shut the door.
"It's for my...nephew...Sam, we're uh...real close..," he snatched a picture off the end table and held it up. A blond haired, blue eyed boy petting his dog smiled at Hart. Her eyes shifted to the corner of the picture where "3 x 5 Solid Wood Frame" was printed.
"That picture came with the frame!"
"Ok, ok! So Bambi's really just for me! In Firearms training I couldn't stand the thought of shooting a gun. SO I watched the opening scene of Bambi over and over trying to desensitize myself."
"Did it work?"
"No, but I've got a strange new fascination with fluffy tails." He smirked and slapped her butt.
"Watch it Grease Monkey."
"If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all."
"Why do I get the feeling you watched more than just the opening scene?"
"...Time for some goold old Jackie Chan!" She rolled her eyes and flopped down on the couch.
Halfway through the movie, her eyelids were starting to droop, and she rested herself against the pillows. "Hey, hey, hey, send a little of that my way," Eric motioned.
"But your pillows are just so comfortable and strangely Martha Stewart-esque," she murmered.
"C'mon, I'm the same way, try me out." She relented and leaned against him, as he swept his arms around her. Settling in, she nodded.
"Comfortable yes, but I'm still missing that Martha Stewart thing."
"Well today we'll begin with one very good looking G-man and a former Beauty Queen. You'll be needing once couch and an empty apartment. Now, let's see what kind of fun new projects we can make this episode." He leaned in to kiss her, a kiss that lasted all the way through yet another fight scene on the television.
"Congratulations Eric, you've just made even the most wholesome American homemaker sound dirty." He just laughed and kissed her again.
"I'm good at other things too, you know."
"I'm sure you are," and suddenly no one was paying attention to Jackie Chan's flying leg kick. They were halfway to his bedroom when she broke the kiss.
"Sorry Matthews, not tonight." He looked at her with hurt eyes. "Remember you said it'd just be a casual dinner and if we happen to have sex afterward, so be it?" He nodded. "Well I just can't prove you right." She kissed him a last time and stood up to leave.
"How's tomorrow?" She smirked and shut the door.