Title:Date Night
Authors Note:Written the week of Pandora's Box: The episode this week? Pandora's Box. OMG! Emmett and Bay's scenes just about killed me! It was so off and on. Then at the end where she was one that had doubts, it actually caused me to change my storyline. I'm going to go nuts! They are just to freaking cute together! Then Wilkie and Daphne. In the car. WoW! But not as good as Bay and Emmett. In the park. Wow! WoW! WOW! Edited after the Birthday episode.
Point of View: Bay's

I walked her carefully to the motorcycle, being careful not to make her trip. I got her to the bike and put her in the front, climbing on the back and putting my hands on the handles. She moved her hands around myne so she could hang on and be safe. This really was a good idea with the bike but I didn't want her falling off and so away we went.

I took Bay to her real present and she love it to my happiness. I hoped it wouldn't make her mad, because she didn't get to do it and all, but she really, really loved it. We stood on the street for awhile, her tucked under me before my stomach growled and we decided to get some food.

20 minutes later. . .

I felt Bay let me go as we pull into a parking lot and hop off. I turned the bike off and got off myself, taking off both our helmets, I took Bay's and set it inside myne, pocketing my keys, I took Bay's hand and started to lead her to the diner, when she tugged on my hand. She shook her head no and I gave her a questioning look. She pointed over her shoulder. When I actually looked behind her shoulder, it was the park, where we went after that school day, a few days back, where she asked me about my oral talking and we made out on the grass, and I started to fall . . . for . . . her.

I trained my eyes back on her and nodded, she clapped excitedly, before grabbing my hand and taking off, taking me with her. She led us past one of the few lamp post and led up all the way past the old playground, the new playground, the swings, and the benches. She then let me go and settled under a tree. The tree wasn't big, it wasn't small. It was a medium tree.

She had her head leaned back and her arms crossed, she was serene. She also looked magical, in no magical way at all. Her skin glowed in the moon light, her hair waved out even with some of it pulled back, her top was black and her pants were ordinary with some holes in them. But the way she was, with her knees curled up to her chest, her arms wrap around them so tightly, her head laid back, her breathing almost non-existent, so she pretty much could have been a statue.

I took out my camera, the little light from the lampposts and the sky would give me enough, then I would just manipulate it to where the picture was bright enough to be seen. I felt it click as my finger pressed down, giving it just enough pressure. I was going to take a few more when she started signing.

Stop it. She signed, opening her eyes, looking at me. I looked at her curiously. It feels like I'm being stalked. Come sit. Still signing badly but I can still understand most of it. She patted the ground beside her. I chuckled and sat down, intertwining our hands. I looked at her eyelids, because she closed her eyes once again. She didn't have any eye shadow on, which was a bit weird, but her eyelids where a rosy purple, and they sparkled . . .? That was when I realized she did have on eye shadow; it was sparkly purple with some pink. I suddenly felt very stupid, and then I remembered that I was a guy, it was okay not to know that. I chuckled to myself, and she through a glance at me, I leaned over toward and carefully placed my lips on hers.

She tasted like cinnamon and strawberries. It must have been her perfume and lip gloss, or she just smelled/tasted like that. But I didn't remember cinnamon the last time in the park. We quickly picked up speed, and turned this just into like last time. She unfolded under me and my hand slithered around her neck and waist. Her left hand was holding onto my shoulder and her right was around my neck. I loved the raced of adrenaline that just one touch of her lips sent through me. It was intense as it was intimate. Which it got. Quick.

I felt my hand travel down her leg, coming to the bend in her leg. She had one leg straight and her other was flat footed against the ground, bended knee, and I was kind of . . . in a way . . . between her legs. I was kind of on my knees, one outside her legs and the other positioned in between them, while I was situated on top of her not want to put weight on the fragile . . . angel? No, Bay was to intense, to dark to be an angel. She was . . . a muse. My new muse.

She pushed us back up and I laid down on my back. You're killing me! I signed dramatically.

Says the guy who wanted to take it slow. She signed throwing my words back at me.

I take it all back. I'm new at relationships; I don't know slow, teach me slow. Better yet, don't. I said, quickly, hoping she got the gist of it, before I tackled her in kisses once more. She erupted with laughter, and I could feel it. I felt her chest move up and down with laughs, before she met my lips again.

Next chapter will be a timeline, for all those confused.