The next morning I was woken by Adrian.
"Get up sleepyhead, date number two!"
I got up without a word, I hate mornings, and got dressed in jeans and a purple t-shirt. He was waiting in the living room and he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door and all the way to a little field inside court where a picnic was set up.
"Adrian, what did you do?"
He smiled at me and pulled me close, kissing me good morning. He then sat down on the blanket and tugged me down with him. He handed me coffee and a plate of pancakes.
"You're an angel, and crazy. You know that? This… this is crazy."
"I've been called worse, and it's not the first time I've been called crazy, won't be the last either."
I shook my head and we both ate in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. After I finished my food I moved over so I was in his arms, and he bent his head down and kissed my shoulder. I smiled and turned so I could kiss his lips. We watched the sunset together, damn; he'd woken me up early.
"Hey I forgot to mention something," He whispered to me, huskily.
"Oh? What's that?" I asked my voice low and slightly breathless, it was insane what this man did to me.
"I love you Faye Carson Iris Aldaine."
"What's with the full name?" he shrugged and I laughed, "Loser."
"Ouch…"
"I love you too," there his wounded pride had been mended.
He lied on the blanket and I flipped over so I was facing him. I kissed him passionately and he happily responded by wrapping his arms tightly around me. We stayed like that for a while.
"You know, I was thinking of making you wait till the third date but I'm not too sure now" it was supposed to come out cheekily but it was husky and breathless.
He laughed, and then brought his lips back to mine. His tongue traced my bottom lip, and I parted my lips to allow it in. His tongue touched mine. I let out an excited gasp when he pulled away and kissed my neck.
"Adrian…"
"Mmm?"
"Let's go home…"
He caught the real meaning behind my words and pulled away, "you sure?" At my nod he picked me up and carried me back to his place. He took me to the bed then put me down and crawled on top of me, taking most of his weight off me. I kissed him again and reached up to his shirt buttons. I undid them all then slid the shirt off his arms. He pulled away for just a second to pull my shirt off. When his lips were back on mine I reached down to the button on his jeans. His hand stopped me and he pulled away from the kiss. I opened my eyes to meet his. They held fear, love, happiness and a thousand other things I couldn't identify.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes… but why do you seem so scared?"
"Because I've never done this with someone I loved before now. Everyone else I've been with they don't matter. They weren't you. I love you."
"I love you too… But I've never done this before… at all." I admitted my voice shaky.
"It's okay, I know you're scared, but just remember, I love you, okay?"
I nodded tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. Before they got the chance, I kissed him again, this time hungrily. He responded in kind and I finished pulling off his pants. He took mine off and admired my body, causing me to blush. He chuckled sexily then kissed me again. He spent the rest of the day/night (I honestly didn't know at this point) showing me exactly how much he loved me. We fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted but happy.