DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!
Ladies' Man
Ch 3
They ordered their meals and made some small talk. Tony found himself getting pulled deeper into her brown eyes as the meal lingered on and the ambient light made her appear like a dream.
He checked to make sure he was still nursing his single beer. It wasn't the alcohol, but he was definitely feeling intoxicated. He watched every miniscule movement of her face. The little wrinkles around her eyes when she smiled. The curve of her lips when she spoke. Her tongue lightly touching her lips after she sipped her wine. And the way her mouth savored every bite off her plate. No wonder he was feeling light headed. He realized all the blood had been concentrating much lower than his brain.
He broke off his scrutiny to pull himself together. The waiter cleared the plates and before he knew what happened, Maryann had paid the tab.
"Are you ready to go now?" she smiled warmly at him.
"Sure," Tony answered not really sure if he was going someplace with her or heading home alone. He hoped the night was just beginning for them.
He opened the door for her to exit ahead of him. She dipped her head in thanks and waited for him on the sidewalk.
"You parked nearby?" she asked.
"Yes," he smirked. "Would you like a ride?" Tony couldn't keep the little intonation of innuendo from the words. He smiled sheepishly waiting for her response.
"I'd like to have you drive me, Tony," she inflected the same innuendo in her words. Tony's smile turned devilish as his mind tried to work on a new plan.
First thing was to figure out where to go. Her place? His place? A hotel room? Heck, he'd even be game for the backseat at this point.
"Easy Tony," Maryann broke into his scheming. "The night is still young. Let's go dancing."
Dancing? He could do that. He helped her into his car and without further discussion drove to the Belle Tower. She smiled her appreciation that he chose her favorite night club.
Entering the crowded establishment Maryann grasped his hand. The wound their way through the people gathered in groups, until they reached the bar. She ordered another wine. Tony asked for a bottle of water. She raised an eyebrow at his choice of beverage; he lifted a shoulder and smiled.
When they finished their drinks, she led him to the dance floor. The flashing lights causing the illusion that the people were moving in slow motion. The music could be felt in the air and soon they were moving to the beat. Maryanne moved closer and closer as the song played on. When it was over she was practically draped on him.
A slow song followed and together they swayed as one to the new rhythm. Maryann rested her head on Tony's shoulder; her lips releasing hot gentle breaths on his neck. His arms around her waist held her tightly against him leaving her no doubt of the effect she was having on him.
"Do you want to leave?" she spoke into his ear, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He nodded peeling away from her, but taking her hand to lead the way back to the door. The night was sultry, but compared to the atmosphere they were leaving behind it was almost cool.
Sitting once again in Tony's car she turned to him asking, almost pleading, "Take me home, Tony?"
When he found his breath, he swallowed, smiled and then started the car. Without hesitation he drove toward his apartment. It was time for him to regain control. On his terms, in his comfort zone, this was going to be a night to remember.