History in the Making
They walked hand in hand out of The Randolph. Nothing more had been said about the "new chapter". They'd eaten dinner, conversation flowing as smoothly as it normally would. The only difference had been the touching.
It had started with legs brushing against each other under the table. Then after ordering, he'd taken her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Later over a shared dessert, her hand had come to rest on his leg. He'd covered it with his, their eyes meeting.
"Would you care to take a walk, Laura?"
She squeezed his hand, "Or would you care to come back to my house?"
He inhaled deeply, thinking to himself he would like nothing more. "You'll think me old-fashioned if I say no. But I would like to take our time."
Biting on her lip, she smiled, "I'm alright with taking our time."
Robbie motioned for the server and took care of the check. Now here they were walking along, hand in hand. Laura sneezed, stopping walking. Robbie turned to her, "Bless you." He held out a handkerchief to her.
She laughed, wondering if the handkerchief was him or just a habit of the job. "Thank you."
He watched her, thinking how beautiful she was. "You're beautiful." He stepped closer to her, his hand stroked her cheek.
She looked up at him, eyes sparkling, "I bet you say that to all the girls."
He shook his head, "Only the ones I plan on kissing." He lowered his head lightly touching his lips to hers. He almost panicked when he felt her hands on his chest, thinking she was pushing him away. Then he felt her hands at his neck, pulling him down as she pressed into him.
Not wanting to be outdone, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, pressing her body into his. The desperate need for air drove them apart long before either wanted to end the kiss.
Staring down at her he was mesmerized. He'd been kissed since Val's death but this felt different. No, not different they hadn't felt like anything. This felt like something.
Her fingers stroked at his neck, "You're miles away."
"Your kiss."
"My kiss what?"
"Rendered me speechless."
"Flatterer."
He smiled, "Didn't you feel it?"
Pushing into him, "I definitely felt something."
Rolling his eyes, "I meant something more…"
For a moment, she thought about teasing him more. But the sincerity in his look stopped her. "I always knew it would."
"Knew what, Laura."
"I always knew if you kissed me it would be something more."
He smiled, "Is that so?" She nodded, solemnly. "Then why didn't you kiss me?"
"You needed to come to me."
"And what if I hadn't?"
"It was a chance worth taking. Now, how do you feel about kissing me again?"
"I think I'd feel better about going back to your place."
"What happened to taking it slow?"
Taking her hand, he started walking back toward the car, "I think I've kept you waiting long enough."
Don't move, baby don't move
Aw look at you, I just want to take this in
The moonlight dancin' off your skin
Our time, let's take our time
I just want to look in your eyes
And catch my breath
'Cause I got a feelin'
This could be one of those memories
We wanna hold on to, cling to
The one we can't forget
Baby, this could be our last first kiss
The thought of forever
What if this was that moment
That chance worth takin'
History in the makin'
This was not the chapter I planned. But the chapter I planned became horribly unwieldy. So it will likely become a story all on its own. Fair warning it's a heart breaker. So I pulled it and you got this instead.
Darius Rucker - History in the Making