Blair stared at her date Lars and she felt scared. They had met on Tinder where she had taken a chance on a profile that only showed his face from the side. They had decided to meet at a fair that was in town.
"You're sexy, mama," he hugged her.
He had an underbite that made him talk funny. That didn't bother her. She always liked little quirks in people. What scared her besides him being that forward and calling her sexy and mama was his size and his eyes. His eyes were cold and cruel and she knew instantly that she shouldn't go anywhere alone with him. She almost sighed in relief when her phone started ringing. Roman's name flashed across the screen. He had said he would do this. Call to make sure her Tinder date wasn't a serial killer. She wasn't so sure about that.
"Hello?" She answered the phone.
"Good, you're still alive," he said.
"Hi, mom," she said. "Is everything okay with dad?"
"I'm on my way. Keep talking," he said.
"That sounds great. I'll see you tomorrow at brunch, okay? Bye, mom," she said.
She hung up and smiled at Lars.
"Moms," she chuckled nervously.
"Do you want a candyfloss?" He placed an arm around her shoulders. "I bet you taste just as sweet as candy. I can't wait to find out."
She shivered on the inside. Roman couldn't come fast enough. She didn't have to wait more than 15 minutes before she saw Roman come striding towards them fast. He had to have been driving like the speed of lightning to get there that fast. He was all up in Lars' face right away, pulling the big man away from Blair.
"What the fuck is your problem, dude?" Lars snarled.
"Get your hands off my woman!" Roman growled.
"Your woman?" Lars looked surprised.
"Sorry," she tucked her hair behind her ear. "We had a blow up. I decided to have some fun."
"By cheating on me?" Roman played his role to perfection. "Get in the car, woman! Now!"
"Okay," she grinned. "Bye, Lars. Sorry about the mix up but I love this guy."
Roman let go of Lars. Instead he grabbed Blair's hand, sent one final glare in Lars' direction, and then started walking away with her. He knew she had only played along but it felt damn good to hear her say she loved him. He knew she did. She loved him as a friend. He loved her too but as so much more.
Roman laid in his boxers on his bed. His t-shirt was on the bed too. He watched Blair stand in front of the bed with her back against it. She opened her light blue denim shorts and they fell to the floor. She pulled off the brown and purple striped top and let it fall to the ground. She sat down on the bed, opened her black bra and let it drop too.
"Thank you for coming to my aid tonight," she said.
"Don't mention it," he said.
"Why can't I just go on a date with a normal guy? I'm not asking for a lot here but all I get is trash. First Bo, now Lars," she said.
"Three strikes and you're out," he chuckled.
She placed a hand on his t-shirt at the same time as he reached forward to run a finger down her spine. He hadn't meant to do it but he couldn't hold back any longer. She twitched at the unexpected touch and turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. He looked into her crystal blue eyes and he knew he couldn't go on like this anymore. She needed to know, even if it meant that he lost her.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"They fascinate me," he answered. "Your butterflies"
He chickened out on telling her and instead went with showing her. He moved behind her, pressing his lips to the lowest butterfly, kissing each one of them as he moved up her spine. He kissed over her shoulder, up her neck and up to her ear.
"They're beautiful," he said. "Just like you."
"Roman?" She asked.
"Ssh," he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Let me take care of you tonight."
She turned around in his arms and pressed her lips to his. Her naked breasts pressed up against his chest and he felt his dick come to life. With his arms still tight around her, he moved them around and laid her down under him on the bed.