Chapter 4

I don't own Lucian

Lucy's POV

A few days had passed since Ian left. I am already back home now and have been for a few hours. I haven't heard a word from Ian since he walked out of my parent's house late that night. Acknowledging Ian's wishes, I texted him once I returned home. Much to my displeasure I never heard anything in response from him. I guess this is how things are going to be from now on. Keeping each other at arm's length is what we've been doing for the past few years ever since our relationship became an issue for Sophie as well as all of the boyfriends I have had since meeting Ian.

Since stepping off the plane this afternoon I have felt emotionally drained thinking about the entire Ian situation. I've already unpacked my bag and gotten all of my dirty laundry washed and put away.

Desperately needing to get my mind off Ian I prepare a simple dinner with a glass of white wine to drink on the side. I set up my dinner in the living room allowing myself to watch TV while I eat. My one glass of wine is gone before I'm even a few bites into my dinner leading me to go get the bottle from the fridge. Plopping my body down on the sofa I curl up on the end of the couch with a blanket to snuggle with.

I sigh when I hear the doorbell ring throughout the house. Glancing over to the LED blue numbers on my cable box I see it is 11:30. Where did the time go? Who could possibly be coming over this late at night? Especially without even calling me first. I take the light throw blanket I had draped over my legs in my left hand to toss it off to the side. After sitting my glass of white wine on the wood coffee table I swiftly make my way towards the front door. Peering through the side curtains I see it is Ian standing on my front porch. I quickly unlock my door and let him inside.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him softly, crossing my arms over my chest.

Ian sighs softly as he runs his right hand through his curly locks. "I just got back from New York."

"New York? So I take it you talked to Sophie. Does she know we kissed?" I subconsciously bite my lower lip and hold my breath as I await his response.

"I told her I felt things have been extremely distant between us over the last few months and it is only continuing to become more strained. She agreed she's has the same feelings about our relationship. After talking it through we both felt it was best if we went our separate ways."

"Did you breakup with her just so you can be with me, or did you honestly feel as if you drifted apart?"

I never want to feel like the other woman in someone's relationship. As much as I would love to date Ian, I don't think I could go through with it if I knew he still had feelings for another woman. Ian is the first guy I have been able to envision creating a life with. I have wished to create those special memories with other guys, but Ian is the only man who I believe I could spend my entire life with. I see us maybe getting married one day, having our first child together, sharing all of those intimate moments that are hard to sincerely experience when living in Hollywood and being a part of the industry.

"I promise you Lucy, we truly had drifted apart. It was a completely mutual decision, though Sophie was a bit upset to be saying goodbye." After a moment of silence he speaks up once more. "I know it's late, I just felt like I had to talk to you tonight rather than in the morning."

Offering a small smile I shake my head, "Don't worry about it. It was nice seeing you."

Just as I go to turn the doorknob, Ian halts my movement. "I um actually have something to ask you while I'm here."

"What's that?" I can't help but notice how cute he looks when he is nervous. His hair is disheveled; no doubt he has been endlessly raking his fingers through his hair all night. Not to mention he has a rather sexy five o'clock shadow thing going on making him look hot and scruffy.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?"

Smiling brightly at him I nod my head in acceptance. "I would love to."

Ian looks as if a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. "Great! I'll pick you up about 8 o'clock. Sound good?"

"Definitely." Stretching up on my toes I place a chaste kiss to his cheek prior to opening the front door for him. "Goodnight Ian."

"Goodnight Goose." I watch as he makes his way through the doorway then freezes seconds from stepping out the door.

"Oh screw it!" I hear him mutter under his breath as he shuffles across the floor, grabs my face in his hands and pushes me up against the wall where he proceeds to kiss the hell out of me. A loud gasp falls from my lips in shock as my brain registers what is happening. Within seconds my lips are reciprocating the kiss with equal intensity.

Ian pulls back a quarter of an inch allowing us to catch our breath. My eyes remain closed in pleasure at the feelings Ian has emitted within my body. Our lips hover so close I can feel his lips brushing against mine every time he exhales.

"I dreamed of being able to do this for such a long time." He pants rapidly. His hands have now drifted down to my hips and his fingers have slipped up underneath the fabric of my shirt.

My hands fist his shirt tightly. The soft material feels wonderful between my fingertips. "Then don't stop." Tugging on his neck I reattach our lips.

We remain in this position for at least fifteen or twenty minutes until we hear the clock on the wall chime signaling the clock has turned midnight.

"Would you like to stay here tonight? I'm sure you're tired after a long day of flying." I am panting heavily against Ian's lips. My hands refusing to release Ian's shirt from my grasp.

Ian runs his thumb over my bottom lip before placing one last lingering kiss. "No, I should go. No sleepovers before we've even had a first date. Goodnight Lucy."

Ian walks out of my house with a huge grin covering his face and I seem to be replicating his smile. As soon as I shut the door I slump against it, letting out a huff of air I didn't know I was holding. A few seconds later I hear a loud "YES!" screamed from out front. Subtly peeking out through the side window curtain I see it was Ian who now quickly looks around embarrassed to see if anyone heard him.

A giggle instantly falls from my lips. Ian is such a dork and I love him for that. Pulling my cell phone out of my back pocket I send Ian a quick text reading "You dork! I heard that." as I head upstairs to bed laughing in amusement.

Right as I am falling asleep my phone lights up from its place on my nightstand. Swiping my thumb across the screen I open my text messages to see Ian has replied to my earlier message.

"Yeah, but I'm your dork now ;)"

Ian's POV

Once I return home from Lucy's I collapse on my bed as I taken in everything that has happened in the past week. It's hard to grasp the fact that I will finally be taking Lucy out on a date tomorrow night after all of these years. My talk with Sophie honestly went a lot smoother than I had been expecting.

"Ian, it's good to see you! Seems like it's been a few weeks." Sophie comments with a small smile as she takes a seat at the table I'm sitting at in a small coffee shop. Due to my long flight and the early hour I knew coffee would be much desired for both of us.

"It has been a few weeks since we've seen each other or really talked for that matter," I respond carefully. I don't want to sound harsh but I have been hurt by her lack of communication with me.

"So what brings you here so abruptly?"

Taking a sip of my coffee, I sigh and give her a knowing look. "I think it's time we talk Sophie. I don't think either of us are happy with where our relationship is right now. I can't speak for you but I know I haven't been happy in a while. We don't communicate anymore."

Bowing her head to avoid my gaze, she reluctantly agrees. "I know. Things have felt different lately. I've just been too scared to say anything."

"Scared? About what?"

"We've been together for four years. I was worried what would happen after cutting contact with someone I've been close with for so long. I've never been in such a long term relationship before which scares me for returning to the world of dating." Sophie confesses with utter honestly.

"Who said we would be cutting contact? I think we can still remain friends after this; it's not like we are having a spiteful break up by any means. We are simply taking a mutual step back from each other."

Sophie nods her head in agreement and offers up a delicate smile. "That sounds nice to me."

After getting things handled with Sophie I decided to spend the next couple of days with my family in Virginia before heading back home to LA.

Lucy's POV

The following day has dragged on. I couldn't take my eyes off of the various clocks around my home as well as in my car. The excitement in my body for tonight's festivities is through the roof. I had to drag myself to the gym this afternoon for several hours as an outlet to take my mind off of my date tonight with Ian. By the time seven o'clock has come around I am stepping out the shower. It feels marvelous to wash off all of the sweat from my workout and to have my muscles relaxed under the hot water. With a close eye on the time I get to work preparing myself for my date.

At eight o'clock on the dot the doorbell rings through the house. Taking a deep breath I scurry down the wood staircase step by step in my five inch black Louis Vuitton heels. I'm wearing a dark blue dress with a fitted bodice where it flows out from the waist down. The skirt of the dress flows softly against my legs as I walk down each step. There is a black lace overlay on the dress which adds a beautiful detail making the dress a little more formal without making it too fancy. The straps on the dress are the skinniest spaghetti straps made. As a way to change it up a bit I straightened my hair rather than curling it. I have applied a natural makeup tone not wanting to go over the top; just a simple black eyeliner, mascara, low eye shadow, light sweep of a blush on my cheeks, and lastly, a dab of lip gloss to make my lips shimmer.

The feelings in my body as I reach out to open the front door are indescribable. Standing in front of me is a clean shaven Ian Harding dressed sexy as hell in dark grey slacks with a matching sports coat and a white button up shirt underneath. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone sane tie. In his hands he holds a beautiful bouquet containing a stunning mixture of mini pink carnations, hot pink roses, and lastly classic white daisies his hands.

"You look stunning," Ian's smiling wider than I've ever seen before. "These are for you."

I blush under his intense gaze. "Thank you. You look extremely handsome yourself. And they are beautiful, Ian."

Ian follows me into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. I plan to take them up to my bedroom later tonight but opt for placing the vase on the center of my dining room table for now.

"Are you ready?" Ian asks once the flowers are taken care of.

Turning to face Ian I smile and place my hand in his, "lead the way."

We've been driving down the 405 for a bit headed towards Santa Monica I believe. Ian hasn't mentioned a word about where he is taking me; he wants to surprise me. For the duration of our drive Ian's right hand has been laced in my left resting in my lap. I couldn't resist tracing faint patterns over his skin with my right hand. We both enjoy a comfortable silence and beautiful weather of the night as Ian drives us to the unknown destination.

Roughly ten minutes later Ian is pulling up to a rather secluded section of the beach. Looking over at Ian I bite my lip and tilt my head in curiosity. Without a word he gets out of the car then comes over to the passenger side, offers me a hand, and helps me out of the vehicle.

"I guess I didn't pick the right pair of shoes for this," I giggle looking down at my feet. I moves to slip out of the tall heels only for Ian to stop me prior to even lifting my foot out of the shoe.

"Don't worry about that," Ian states causing me to give him a confused look.

There is no way in hell I am walking on sand in five inch heels. Seconds later Ian scoops me up in his arms proceeding to carry me across the beach towards the ocean. My hands hold onto his neck for unnecessary support I know Ian would never drop me. His hands hold my body firmly in his arms despite the very light and very gentle hold his hands have on me.

A gasp falls from my lips when he takes the first step onto a long doc where I see a table sitting at the end of the doc candles sit on top of the table helping the moon aluminate the table due to the darkness of the evening. As we approach the table I can now see it is completely set up with two plates covered with a silver top intended to cover whatever is underneath, silverware, two wine glasses, two candles, a bottle of my favorite white wine, and lastly a picnic basket resting between the two chairs in front of the table.

Ian gently sits me down on my feet then pulls out the chair for me. We take our seats across from one another with equally happy smiles on our faces. I look around us taking in the scenery. Our first date is at the end of a doc overlooking the ocean with the moonlight on us. God, this man!

"A few days ago you ruthlessly beat my ass at a pool game in a bar. We made a bet on the outcome of that specific game, do you remember the bet?"

With a grinning smile on my lips I nod my head. "Yes, you were to sleep naked for two nights as well as make me dinner every night for a week upon our return to LA."

"Well, seeing as we are both back home I think it is only appropriate your first meal made compliments of me would be on our first date." When finishing his sentence Ian pulls off the covered top on both of our plates and sits them off to the side on the doc.

Looking down at my plate I see Ian has prepared my favorite meal. "Oh, Ian."

He simply smiles back with that sexy twinkle in his eyes while pouring me a glass of wine. I am too taken to attempt to figure out how he managed to plan all of this. Ian is simply a perfect human being. After eating Ian leads me off the doc to sit in the sand where we share chocolate covered chocolate cake balls. Boy does this man know his way to my heart.

By the time we make it back to my house it is past midnight. Despite the lateness of the hour I don't feel a tad bit tired when I'm with him. Ian walks me up to the front door like a true gentleman.

"I had an amazing time tonight Ian. Thank you."

Sliding his hands around my hips he closes the gap between us. "You know, when loosing that bet I am on the hook for sleeping naked with you for two nights." He mutters suggestively while pressing me up against the door. His lips hover dangerously close to mine tempting me with his seductive ways.

My eyes drift shut in attempt to fight myself from dragging Ian upstairs to my bedroom and having my way with him. God I want to so badly but I can't. Tugging on the middle of his shirt I smile up at him shyly while staring into his eyes.

"You have to woo me a little bit more Harding before that happens. I don't put out on the first date no matter how sexy the guy is." Stretching up on my toes I press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. "I'll see you tomorrow on set. Goodnight, Ian."

"Goodnight my Goose," Ian replies softly as I am slipping out of his arms.

After unlocking my door and stepping over the threshold I wave goodbye to Ian watching him head back to his car before driving off. Leaning against the door I am unable to wipe the smile off of my face. For the first time in my life I truly feel unconditionally happy and we've only had one date.

There we have it! Lucian has finally had their first date! Lucy is going to tease Ian a bit before allowing things to get hot and heavy. Based off of all the reviews and tweets I have received from you guys wanting for me to write some sexy and smutty Lucian scenes I think you guys are going to be very pleased at what's coming up. Now that they are officially together we can get on to the good stuff! ;)