Keeping the Other Person Warm

John and Anna exited the movie theater after seeing a romantic comedy of her choosing. If he was being honest with himself the film wasn't half bad, but he'd never admit that to her. He would have sat through ten of those movies if she asked him to. They had been out a few times, but John hadn't yet worked up the courage to kiss her. And now that they had been on more than a handful of dates John had to wonder if he had missed his opportunity to make a move. She probably only saw him as a friend now. Though he wouldn't mind it, he wouldn't deny he wanted more. But would could he offer. Anna was gorgeous, smart as a whip, sweet, and hilarious. She could have her pick of any man.

As he stood there tearing himself down mentally he was pulled from his thoughts when he noticed Anna's teeth chattering. Apparently in the time it had taken for them to watch the movie snow had begun to fall and heavily. The wind whipped through the streets and her cheeks turned red in response to the cool air. She pulled her coat as tightly as she could around her but her hands were exposed.

John was dressed less heavily than her and quickly led Anna to his car. He opened the door for her and ushered her inside. He ran around the car and started the car to get the heater going. As they sat in the parked car John took off his coat and put it around her. "Here, take this," he instructed.

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine," he lied. His car was like an icebox and the heater couldn't produce warmth fast enough. "Besides what kind of a date would I be if I let you freeze to death?" he joked.

"Is this a date?" she asked.

"Oh...um...to be honest I wasn't sure what it was. I'm sorry. I misspoke," he said apologetically. Silently he was reprimanding himself. He was screwing this up royally.

"It's alright," she assured, "I didn't either. I love spending time with you, but I thought you just wanted to be friends."

He smiled shyly at her. Apparently they were both on the same page.

"I mean you never made a move, so I just assumed…"

For a few moments, he actually forgot how cold he was. Every missed opportunity to kiss her played back through his head. Then he realized she hadn't said she would have been opposed to them being together and she did say she loved spending time with him.

Anna rubbed her hands furiously against her jeans in an effort to warm them. She looked like a little eskimo wrapped up in her coat and his, with a fluffy beanie on top. Her beautiful blonde locks tumbling out from beneath it.

"Here let me help," John said as he took her hands in his own. Hers were so small and delicate in comparison to his. He cringed at the feel of her ice cold finger tips against his palm, but masked his reaction. John cupped his hands around hers as if he were praying to her. He formed a small hole between his thumbs and lowered his lips towards the opening to blow his hot breath into. His brows furrowed as his eyes focused on the task. After a few good puffs of warm air he looked up from beneath his loose lock of hair, that hung perilously over his left eye and asked, "How's that?"

Anna was at a loss for words, this was the most intimate, non-sexual acts she'd ever engaged in with John. His lips looked incredibly tempting right now as she considering grasping his face and kissing him mercilessly. "Much better," she answered him.

John continued the action a few more times before pulling away and massaging her hands between his own. The perfect contrast of his rough hands against her soft ones was all too tempting. He had held her hands many times before, but for the first time it didn't feel so innocent. His windshield was covered in snow and ice and the side windows were well shielded by a thick layer of fog. It felt like there secluded in their own little world. He better do this now before he lost his nerve and confirmed her suspicions that they were only to remain friends.

John bent down once more and Anna had expected him to try to warm her fingers again. Only this time he turned her hands over and kissed the palm of her hand. His plump lips felt like heaven against her silk skin as they planted one butterfly kiss after another one each of her finger tips. She felt her stomach tighten with anticipation. He was making his declaration and she wasn't about to let the gesture go unreturned. When he reached the last of her fingers his hazel eyes locked onto her blue ones. That enchanting gaze could make her weak in the knees any day of the week, but right now it was particularly fetching look on him.

John began to pull away, "We should get you home."

"I don't want to go home right now," she said softly.

"No?"

"No."

"What do you want to do?" he asked nervously.

"I think I'd like to continue warming myself up with you," she admitted boldly.

John gulped at her admission.

"I'm not a lady, and I don't pretend to be."

His face warmed considerably. John cupped her cheek in his hand. "You are a lady to me and I've never known a finer one."

They smiled at one another sheepishly. John licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss her softly and languidly. He wanted to remember everything about this kiss. If he never did anything great in his life, he would always have this one perfect moment with Anna. But judging by the way she was reciprocating, there would be many more kisses to come.