Chapter 11 – Grandma Flack's Rules of Dating

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Flack had to admit there was something pretty special about the beautiful woman snuggling into his side with a happy smile on her face.

If he was being honest, he'd never felt quite this way about any woman before, although Angell had come pretty close.

She was feisty, bright, gorgeous and he knew he'd barely scratched the surface of getting to know her. He was pretty sure that even in fifty years, she'd still be able to surprise him. And she'd probably be able to still kick his ass on occasion if she played dirty. Flack smiled at the image of a 70+ year old Rebecca managing to take him down.

Hang on, he was thinking about still being with Rebecca in fifty years? It didn't actually seem that scary.

They got off the subway and walked back to their apartment building. He held Rebecca's hand in his pocket. He had the strongest feeling that he just didn't want to let it go.

All of which meant he was gonna have to bring Grandma Flack's Rules of Dating into play.

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Rebecca had enjoyed the whole evening. She'd enjoyed the meal; enjoyed the game. She'd even enjoyed the Bones and Booth show. But she knew it was mostly because of the company.

Now Rebecca had been on dates. She'd even had a couple of boyfriends before, but none of them compared to this incredibly sexy, funny, dedicated man. Certainly none of them had ever had the kind of blue eyes that just grabbed her attention and made the rest of the world disappear into nothing. She liked the whole package. In fact, even if he'd supported the NY Islanders she thought she'd still like him.

And now she was looking forward to his making good on the promise he'd made in the elevator that afternoon.

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He found his keys and let them both in. They both walked slowly up to the third floor, still hand in hand. As they got to her door, he paused for a moment, before Rebecca tugged at his hand and continued down the corridor, with a smile on her lips. Flack smiled too. So she hadn't forgotten, he thought.

He let them both in. He took Rebecca's coat like a proper gentleman. He ushered her to the couch and he got them both a bottle of beer. Then he turned on the TV, flicked through the channels until he found an old black and white movie, turned the volume down low and put his arm around Rebecca's shoulder. She kicked off her boots and curled up next to him, her head on his shoulder and sipped her beer.

Neither of them was paying any real attention to the movie.

Both of them were aware just how close the other was.

Flack didn't dare make a move. He decided to let Rebecca take the lead, if that's what she was going to do.

He didn't have to wait long.

He listened to her sigh a couple of times and nestle closer. He felt her hand on his chest, gently moving in circles. He smirked and then swallowed as he felt her nails lightly graze him through his thin cotton shirt. He pretended he hadn't noticed.

Like hell. His whole body was starting to feel like it was tightly spun. Still, he had to see what she'd do next. He didn't have long to wait.

Rebecca suddenly sat up. She took the beet out of his hand and laid both bottles on his coffee table. Before he knew what she was doing, she'd straddled his lap and taken his face in her hands.

And then she kissed him. Softly and sweetly. Flack put his arms in the small of her back and pulled her closer to him, opening their mouths and deepening the kiss. He heard a small sound of pleasure come from the back of Rebecca's throat as he gently explored her mouth with his tongue. She explored right back. It took all the willpower and strength in Flack's mind not to start moving his hands up from her waist, but he was pretty determined to follow the Rules.

So when Rebecca moved her hands to his waist, pulled his T from his jeans and started to explore his washboard abs, he broke the kiss, grabbed her wrists and returned her hands to his thighs. His breathing was starting to get a little labored. Rebecca frowned at him.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice starting to falter a little. Maybe she'd been going a little too fast.

"No," Flack reassured her. He pulled her forward so she could, well, feel for herself just how little she's been doing wrong and how much she'd been doing right. Rebecca's eyes widened when she felt just how much he'd been enjoying their little make-out session.

In fact, it had been a vey long time since Flack had been so turned on by just making out.

"Baby," he said, putting a finger under her chin and raising her face so that he could look deep into her brown eyes, "You didn't do anything wrong. I just gotta explain the rules to ya."

Rebecca looked confused. Rules?

Flack pulled her close and rubbed her back.

"When I was a little boy," he began, "My grandma told me that I'd probably fool around with a lot of girls." He grinned at the memory, "In fact, I know what she was trying to really say." Good job, he thought, that she never knew about Bianca and the back of his dad's car.

Rebecca was eyeing him suspiciously. He cleared his throat and continued.

"And she told me that one day I would meet someone really special. Who I'd want to take things really slow with, to get to know them. Someone I would care about and who would just, well, rock my world."

Rebecca smiled shyly. Flack was encouraged.

"And she told me, however old I was, I had to take things really slow. She told me some rules."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. Flack pursed his lips a little and fixed her with a stern look as her hands began moving again. He grabbed them and looked her straight in the eye, his own eyes gleaming.

"First rule – hands do not go under the clothes or anywhere above or below the waist on the first date."

Rebecca opened her mouth to protest, but Flack held up his hand. She shut it again.

"Second rule – the bases do not tally with each date. The fourth date does not necessarily mean fourth base."

Rebecca colored. She knew what fourth base was.

"Third rule – you treat the girl of your dreams as the most precious thing you've ever had the good fortune to come across. You spoil her, you treat her right, you care about her."

Rebecca blushed faintly and smiled.

"Those are Grandma's rules and I'm sticking to them as far as you're concerned," said Flack. He grinned.

"So we can keep making out so long as you keep your hands to yourself!" he finished.

Rebecca giggled and threw herself into a hug with him. Which soon turned steamy, as he pulled her down onto the couch and started kissing her again, gently touching the areas that Grandma had thought was OK for a first date.

And when things started to get heated again, he pulled away from her mouth and started to nip her earlobe. The way she moaned at this touch and arched towards him told him all he needed to know.

"Babe," he whispered raggedly into her ear, "Trust me, when we get to fourth base," he pulled back to look in her eyes, so she could see the look of determination in his eyes, "And we will, it will be all the better. But trust me, you're gonna know you're all mine."

And Rebecca just smiled and pulled him back down to her again.

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It wasn't all that much later that Flack called a halt to the evening, while he still could. Rebecca protested, even though it had gotten pretty late while they had their fun.

Flack, being the perfect gentleman, escorted her down the hall, kissed her some more as he pressed her up against her door, before he unlocked it (as Rebecca was in no fit state to fit the right keys to the right lock) and gently kissed her goodnight.

He had one helluva smile on his face as he walked back to his own apartment, even though he knew his dreams were going to be more x-rated than ever.

Rebecca, meanwhile, had collapsed into a pile on the other side of her closed door again, thinking two things.

One, about how her dreams were going to go that night.

And two, what she had to report to Angell over coffee the next morning.

Plus she needed to talk to her friend about tactics!

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OK guys, that was my first attempt at that kind of scene…do I need to re-rate to an M yet? Was it OK? You know how much I love it when you press the little button and tell me what you think!

Flack + handcuffs? What do y'all reckon?????