Chapter 11 – Well Documented
Kira watched as Roman moved around the kitchen stirring, cutting, cleaning; for a man his size he was actually quite light on his feet. She watched as he cleaned, deveined and clipped the tails off of some shrimp; as he turned and sprinkled herbs and spices in a pot of some kind of white simmering sauce. "Wow I guess you do know you're way around the kitchen."
Roman chuckled. "You already know my mother and sisters can cook and obviously Matt can too. If I came from a family that cooked and I didn't don't you think my mother would've disowned me by now?" He asked as he watched her laugh. He wiped his hands off on the towel he had hanging from the front pocket of his jeans before stepping over in front of her and pulled her sneakers and socks off. "I want you comfortable and I know you are most comfortable barefoot."
Kira watched as he untied her sneakers and pushed her socks inside of them before he put them by the back door and went back to the stove and was stirring the white sauce again.
Roman watched as she pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged on the counter where he knew she'd be comfortable. He moved over and grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the sauce before wiping the bottom on the side of the pot; not wanting it to drip. He blew on it for a minute. "Here try this and tell me what it's missing."
Kira smiled as she allowed him to place the spoon in her mouth. Her eyes closed as the buffet of flavors exploded on her tongue. She groaned softly. "Holy crap that's good." His chuckle filled the kitchen as he moved over and grabbed the pot on the back burner and poured the water and angel hair pasta in a colander, before shaking off the extra water. "I don't think it's missing anything. It's actually perfect."
Roman nodded. "Good. I wanted it to be perfect." His voice rumbled. He poured the pasta in a serving bowl as he scooped up the 3 dozen already cooked shrimp and tossed them into the sauce. "Those are going to cook for ten and then we can eat." He informed her as he walked back over and stood in front of her. "So I have a serious question for you."
"Ask away and I'll give you a serious answer."
"I know it's none of my business, but you never did tell me why you were running." Roman stated. He watched as her eyes went to the floor. His index knuckle hooked under her chin and brought her eyes back up to his. "Hey, none of that; if you're not ready I'll understand, but you have to know eventually I'm going to want you to tell me." He stated honestly. "I can't protect you from whomever you're running from if I can't see them coming."
Kira's eyes locked with Roman's beautiful grey eyes. "What do you mean protect me?" She asked softly.
Roman licked his dry lips as he cupped her face; leaning down he brushed his lips against her and he felt her gasp against his lips; a few seconds later and he really captured her lips with his. He felt her hands wrap around his wrists. He could feel her slightly trembling under his touch. He pulled back. "Now ask me what I mean." His voice lowered an octave as he licked his lips again and almost went to his knees at the taste of her mango lip gloss on his tongue.
Kira could feel her lips trembling slightly as she watched Roman step back and pull the sauce off the stove…Did they really just kiss for ten minutes? She looked at the clock on the microwave – yes; yes they did. "I'll tell you – soon. I just – I have to make sure I'm ready to tell you. It's not easy to talk about."
Roman mixed the sauce with the pasta and plated it before he poured two glasses of wine. "Look I am not forcing you to tell me. I want you to tell me but on your own terms. I don't want to scare you, but clearly I did when I kissed you just now."
Kira hopped off the counter and followed Roman into the living room as they sat on the couch. "You didn't scare me per say; I just haven't been kissed like that in a while. At least not the kind of kiss that makes your knees go weak."
Roman chuckled. "I'll remember that because if this goes where I am hoping it does. There will definitely be more kisses like that."
"I look forward to it."
The dinner was amazing at the Italian restaurant and was glad he'd done his homework on it before making the reservations. They'd made their way around the carnival and rode every ride at least two or three times; he'd even won her a gigantic stuffed bear which he promised to get one of his Shield shirts on it so she could sleep with it and not miss him when he was on the road.
Dean looked down as he made a face when she pushed blue cotton candy against his lips. "C'mon babe, have some you can use the sugar rush." Elsa stated as she winked at him. She laughed as he pulled it into his mouth and was sucking the sugary substance from her fingers before he leaned down and caught her lips in a heated kiss.
Dean licked his lips and could still taste the sweet cotton candy from her lips on his own lips. He groaned. He looked down at Elsa as she looked up at him with those hypnotic emerald eyes. He grabbed her hand and yanked her against his body before he leaned his head down next to her ear as he gently nibbled on it. "Fuck this, I'm over this carnival; I want you now." He watched as she pulled back and started to say something when he covered her mouth with his hand. He leaned down and threw her over his shoulder as he looked around for the perfect spot. A smirk adorned his lips as he walked over to the photo booth; this was the perfect place. As he placed her inside he held up his index finger letting her know to give him a minute. He walked over and grabbed a piece of paper and a marker and made an 'out of order sign' before taping it on the photo booth door.
It was not too small but at least it was a more upscale photo boot with a full length door, a lock and what else? A working camera. This was going to be fun. As soon he stepped inside and closed and locked the door; his tongue was battling hers for dominance once again. His hands slid down and squeezed her ass firmly.
Dean sat down on the bench and pulled her to straddle his lap; immediately taking her mouth with his once again. He was surprised the bench was so comfortable. His hands slid up her curvy body and disposed of her top and her bra joined her shirt on the floor of the photo boot a few seconds later. His lips attacking her neck as his hands palmed her breasts before he plucked her nipples; instantly making them hard and swallowing her moans as he moved his mouth back to hers.
Her sexual appetite matched his and, no matter how many times they had sex, both were insatiable. Elsa's hand slid down his muscular chest to the button on his jeans, unsnapping it with a flick of her wrist. "Bad move to attack my neck, Ambrose. Such a naughty boy; you know better than that."
"Sometimes I just like being the bad boy for you." He mumbled against the shell of her ear. His fingers slowly slid up and down her jean covered thighs. "I think it's time to get rid of these." He pulled on the button of her jeans as they unfastened and the zipper slid down willingly. Her whole body was a temple he wouldn't mind worshipping a few thousand more times before the next day. Dean sat up as he cupped her face and softly kissed her lips.
Dean gripped Elsa's hips as he lifted her up and onto her feet as he peeled her jeans and panties down her legs. He kicked off his own jeans and boxer/briefs before pulling her back to straddle him again.
Every part of Elsa's body already ignited with the raging flames only Dean could erupt in her body and also extinguish. "I can honestly say I've never been with anyone like you before. Never this sexually charged either." That was a major stroke to his ego. She could already see a future with Dean, marriage and maybe even kids, two things Elsa rarely thought about. Right now, she would simply enjoy being with him and whatever happened, happened.
He was sexier with tousled dishwater blonde hair, more tousled than it was when he went to the ring. She'd finally taken to watching Dean and the guys in the ring. Every Monday night Melissa and Sydney would come to her place and watch all of the boys. Kira was still iffy about it so she did participate on Mondays.
Elsa ran her hands down his muscular arms as their chests pressed together and gasped when his pulsating erection brushed against her dripping sex, immediately covering her mouth with his again. "Fuck me, Ambrose."
Dean groaned into her mouth as he felt her press her naked chest against his. "I'll tell you right now, you won't ever have to ask or suggest. I'll know what you want and when you want it." He gripped her hips as he lifted her slightly and then guided his erection into her with ease. "I think you should hang on." He softly licked the shell of her ear as he suddenly moved around and planted her back against the wall of the photo booth and steadied her there with his pelvis as his hands slid down her legs to her ankles and pulled them up and locked them behind his back. "What do you say we make some memories?" He asked as he slipped a couple of dollars into the machine before he slowly pulled out before thrusting back into her.
The sheer dominance Dean exuded took Elsa's breath away as her backside bounced off the photo booth wall with every thrust he produced in her very receptive body. She could hear the camera snapping away. Elsa held onto his strong arms, knowing she'd never be able to get enough of this. Everything Dean did was precise and he definitely knew how to get the job done in the bedroom. Elsa whipped her head back, getting lost in the sensations as his mouth devoured her neck and ears, meeting him for every thrust. Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, digging her nails in a bit to leave crescent shape moon indents in his skin and finally gripped his hair, slamming her mouth on his.
Dean already decided he loved being buried in this woman. Everything about her took his breath away. He didn't care if she wanted the moon, he would move heaven and Earth to get her anything and everything her heart desired. He hadn't felt this way about a woman in a long - LONG time. He groaned when she dug her nails into his skin but it was a groan of pure enjoyment. He could let her do that for the rest of his life and be completely happy.
He ceased all movement and let her down carefully as he stepped over to the bench and sat down before dragging her to him; he slipped right back into her body as if he always belonged there. He kept her back tight against his chest. His lips devouring the naked flesh of her neck and shoulders as his hands splayed across her naked body. He fed a few more dollars in the machine as he continued to bounce her on his dick.
"Oh Dean!" Elsa loved how he knew exactly what position to put her in and how to hit that sweet spot with every thrust. He was an expert. The feeling of him inside of her was wonderful and, if it was physically possible, Elsa would live with him buried inside of her. Everything about him completed her, at least in the bedroom. The intensity of her feelings for him ran deeper than any other man she'd ever been with in her life and Elsa knew she already belonged to Dean. Just as he belonged to her. Her head lulled back against his strong shoulder as his hands caressed her, her hand reaching back to massage the back of his neck before gripping his hair. Elsa couldn't get enough of doing that and gasped when Dean's hand snaked down her body to start rubbing her sensitive swollen clit with his thumb, his thrusts never ceasing. "DEAN!"
Dean pulled her hair out of his way as he sealed his lips to the back of her neck and groaned as he could feel her falling apart in his arms yet again. She'd done it quite a few times since they'd gotten together and he loved every single second of it. This time around she didn't notice that he had her facing the camera. As he continued to pump in and out of her and stroked her clit through her orgasm, his mouth went to her ear. "Open your eyes beautiful." He loved the feeling of her hand buried tightly in his hair holding him to her. As soon as she opened her eyes his thrusts increased tenfold. "I want you to see what I see when you cum all over me." His index and middle finger applied pressure on her clit and within a few seconds of her first climax they were both exploding into the second one; calling out each other names.
"Oh yes! DEAN!" Elsa bellowed out as they came together in one explosive eruption while watching each other's reflections. The look on his face was full of pure ecstasy and bliss, his face contorted in an almost snarl that caused a full body shiver to rip throughout her frame. Her mouth was partially open, their bodies coated in a fine sheen of perspiration and her fiery red hair was just as haphazard as his. She looked at the glass that covered and protected the camera for the booth and the reflection took her body by storm.
The vision of him pounding in and out of her, riding out their orgasms was too much for Elsa to take as she shattered yet again against him, squeezing her eyes shut since it was somewhat painful. She did love a little pain with pleasure though, arching her head to look back as Dean's lips crashed on hers. Seconds later, they collapsed on the bench and against the back wall in that position with Dean's arms securely around her, their mouths never detaching as he finally grew limp.
Dean looked down at the naked angel that was pressed against his naked body as their breathing calmed as did their bodies. On some level he knew they would connect. There was just something about this woman. He'd lost count on how many rounds they'd actually gone since being in his hotel room. He knew both of their phones had gone off several times, but there was no way he was going to stop worshiping her and her body just to answer the phone.
His nose brushed against her nose as they calmed down even more he watched as she stood and started collecting her clothing. "Elsa, don't think I missed that look on your face. You need to tell me if I hurt you. I know some pain is pleasurable, but I just want to make sure I never physically hurt you. That would be my overprotective side coming out." He stated honestly.
Elsa shook her head once she had her bra and t-shirt back on. "There was a slight discomfort, but it was well worth it." She winked at him letting him know she was okay.
He brushed a soft kiss across her forehead, the tip of her nose and then finally her lips before he pulled himself from the bench; pulling his jeans on and his shirt before stepping out of the photo booth and grabbed the pictures before anyone had a chance to swipe their photo booth porn. He watched as Elsa stepped out and he handed her the photos.
"That was the best date I've ever had." Elsa chuckled against Dean's lips.
Dean chuckled. "Well it will definitely be the most memorable one…And definitely WELL documented." He chuckled harder as she swatted his t-shirt covered chest before he wrapped his arm around her waist and grabbing his smokes from the front pocket. He lit one up and inhaled deeply; not at all surprised when she took it from his lips and sucked a drag off of it before replacing it back between his lips. She did it every once in a while after a particularly sexually charged romp; which was pretty much every time.
Everyone filed into the house from their 'double date' with their satisfied looks and sated sexual appetites. Elsa and Melissa followed the sound of the TV into the living room as they looked over the back of the huge over stuffed black leather couch and smiled. Roman was lying on his back and had Kira partially on him and partially sandwiched between him and the back of the couch. They were both sleeping so soundly there was no way they were waking them up. Kira's hand was resting over Roman's heart and his hand was over top of hers.
Elsa threw the blanket on the back of the couch over the two of them as Melissa turned the TV and lights off before following their respective men upstairs to their guest rooms.
The perfect ending to the perfect date night.