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Chapter 27 - First Date
Legates stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed his can of shaving gel and lathered his face. New blade, he thought as he changed the blade on his razor. He made quick work of shaving and rinsed his face in the sink.
After brushing his teeth, he walked to the the door that connected the bathroom to his suitemates' room and unlocked it. He walked across the bathroom and entered his room. Walking to the bookcase, he picked up his aftershave and splashed some on lightly.
He started humming as he got dressed not hearing Techie enter the room. Techie chuckled as he heard Legates humming Devil in Disguise.
"You do know the king is dead right?" Techie called out with a chuckle.
"He's not dead, he just went home," Legates replied, in a bad Tommy Lee Jones impersonation, with a smile. He started singing the lyrics and Techie winced.
"Don't quit your day job," he told Legates.
Legates grinned and just started singing louder. He was now wearing his socks, shoes, pants, and buttoning up his shirt.
"What the hell is that caterwauling?" Davis asked from the doorway. When he caught sight of Legates, Davis whistled.
"Hoooeeeeyy that's a purty boy," Davis said, grinning.
"He's only half dressed, dork," Techie said, throwing a balled up piece of paper at Davis.
Legates slid the tie around his neck and moved to the mirror. With his tongue peeking from the corner of his mouth, he tied a half Windsor knot.
"Wait a minute, you haven't bought a suit in how many years yet you can tie a Windsor knot?" Techie said dubiously.
"Somethings you never forget. Actually, when I was growing up I wore suits to church on Sunday. The last suit I had to buy was when I was sixteen so yeah. It's been awhile, like ten years, since I bought a suit but not that long since I tied a tie," Legates said, his tongue still peeking from the corner of his mouth as he adjusted his tie.
He glanced at his watch, grabbed the keys to Perkins' car, and headed out the door with a wave. He patted his pockets sighed and spun on his heel. He opened the door and Techie stuck out his hand that was holding the tickets to the theater.
"Thanks," Legates mumbled then left. Techie stepped out into the hallway and grinned at Legates back.
"Be back by eleven, dear," Techie called out with a laugh. Legates gave him a one handed wave over his shoulder and kept walking. Hoots and hollers followed him down the hall.
Michelle pulled on her black lace panties, then her garter belt. She was in the process of rolling up her thigh highs when Brittney knocked on her door.
"What?" Michelle asked in a slightly irritated tone.
"I'm going out. I should be back sometime tonight," Brittney answered.
"Okay, I don't know when I'll be back but I'm thinking I'll be back tonight," Michelle said.
"Have fun," Brittney said before leaving the dorm room.
Michelle pulled her dress over her head and smoothed it down. After sliding her shoes on her feet, she stepped into the bathroom. Looking at her hair, she paused for half a second before loosely twisting it over her ears and pinning it down then sliding a crystal and pearl barrette into her hair to hold it in place.
Reaching over, she plugged in her curling iron then reached under the cabinet for a towel. Pulling one out, she stood up and draped it around her shoulders and clipped it closed. She quickly applied her make up and nodded in satisfaction.
Her eyes were lightly dusted with a shimmery dark gray color and her lips were a deep shade of red. Glancing at her iron, she saw it was ready and began curling her hair. When she was finished with her hair, it fell to her shoulders in large, soft curls.
She pushed the posts of her earrings in her ears then fastened the backs. Reaching across the counter, she picked up her bottle of Trésor and dabbed it on. Leaving the bathroom, she put her lipstick, ID, cell phone, metro card, dorm key card, and debit card in her clutch.
As she was getting her coat out of the closet, she heard a knock at the door and her eyebrow rose slightly. Walking to the door, she opened it and put her hand on her hip as a grin tugged at her lips.
"Now, who let you into the building?" She asked Legates with a sparkle in her eye.
"I don't know who it was but if I did I'd surely thank them profusely now," he said, shooting her a grin. She stepped back and opened the door wider.
"Come in," she said, her eyes traveling up his frame appreciating the sight of it in a black suit.
He stepped in and waited as she closed the door. Following her down the hallway, he appreciated the swing of the chiffon as it draped over her butt. Reaching the living room, she waved her hand around.
"Not much to see. Kitchen's through there, just on the other side of the kitchen is Brittney's room. That's my room and each room has a bathroom. Not much but it's home until the semester is over," she said. He glanced around but smiled.
"Bigger than my room," he said.
His eyes went from her gently twisted and curled hair to the halter topped dress. Traveling down the v-neckline they reached the straight fitted waist and down to the softly swaying chiffon skirt. The whole dress lightly sparkled over the black material.
Then his eyes traveled down her stocking clad legs to her four inch platform pumps that crisscrossed at the toes allowing her French tipped toe nails to peek out.
"You look..." he paused, looking for the right word.
She smiled and tilted her head waiting for the rest of his sentence.
"Amazing," he finished finally.
"Thank you," she murmured.
Reaching over to her coat, she picked it up and slid it on. Legates stepped forward and helped her put it on. She picked up her clutch then her keys, unhooking one of the clips, she carried it in her hand.
She followed him out of the room and into the hallway. Locking the door behind her, she turned and dropped her key into her clutch. They walked down the hallway side by side until they reached the stairs. He went down first and stopped at the bottom. When they reached the door, he opened it for her and held it open. She stopped at the bottom of the steps to the building.
"This way," he said, leading her to the red car.
She eyed the car and shook her head. He hit the button on the key fob and unlocked the doors with a beep. Opening the door, he let her slide in before closing the door. She glanced around and noticed the car was impeccably clean. He must have cleaned, no man kept their car this clean.
The soft scent of vanilla reminiscent of baking cupcakes lingered in the car. He opened his door and slid into the driver's seat. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes.
"Why does your car smell like cupcakes?" She asked him with a grin. He shot her a smile and turned the car one.
"Because I set off an odor bomb so you wouldn't have to smell what I smelled when I borrowed this car from Perkins," he told her, still smiling.
"Well, you did a good job because all I smell is cupcakes," she said, smiling and running her tongue over her upper lip.
He glanced at her and narrowed his eyes then grinned at her. He snickered then turned onto Pennsylvania Avenue. Driving down the road, he pulled into a parking garage and parked the car. After turning it off, he jumped from the driver's seat and walked around to open her door. Holding out his hand, he helped her from the car.
"Where are we going?" She asked, looking around the garage.
"McDonalds," he answered with a grin.
She giggled and smacked his arm. Grasping her hand, he led her out onto the street and down to a door. He held the door open and allowed her to enter. Following her into the restaurant, they checked their coats and approached the maitre'd . He looked at them and Legates caught his eye.
"Reservation under Legates," he told the man.
Nodding, the maitre'd ran his finger down a list and picked up two menus. Michelle followed the man to their table and stopped to wait for Legates. He pulled her chair out and helped her sit. Taking the seat across from her, he grinned and shot her a wink. She smiled at him and shook her head.
"Who knew you were so chivalrous," she said, teasing him lightly.
He just grinned, dropped his napkin in his lap then shook his head while he picked up his menu. Michelle mirrored his action and placed her napkin in her lap. She then picked up her menu and read down the list. It was not a difficult decision for her.
"Are you ordering an appetizer?" He asked, looking over his menu at her. She smiled and gave him a nod.
"I'm thinking the Bourbon Caramel Apple Salad," she said, looking down at the menu.
"That actually sounds good," he said in a low tone.
When the waiter approached to take their order, he started by asking them if they wanted anything to drink. The waiter looked over at Michelle.
"I'd like a sweet white wine; what would the sommelier suggest?" Michelle asked the waiter.
He paused, turned and waved a finger at a man standing in the corner. After speaking with the sommelier for a few minutes, she had a wine ordered. The waiter nervously looked at Michelle.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I am going to have to see some ID," he said apologetically.
Legates raised an eyebrow at Michelle and smirked. He wondered how she would get out of this. He blinked rapidly in surprise when she smiled and reached for her clutch. Opening it, she pulled out her ID and handed it to the waiter. The waiter smiled brightly and handed it back to her with a nod.
"Happy Birthday, Miss," the waiter said with a large smile.
"Thank you," Michelle said, wishing the waiter had just kept his mouth shut.
Legates' eyes narrowed as he wondered exactly why she hadn't told him it was her birthday.
"And for you sir?" The waiter asked, turning to face him.
"I'll have a glass of the house burgundy, please," Legates said.
"Are you ready to order?" The waiter asked politely.
They placed their orders then Legates turned a raised eyebrow on Michelle when the waiter disappeared.
"Yes?" She asked as she quirked her eyebrow at him in question.
"So, today is your birthday?" He asked her with a smile. Michelle cleared her throat and looked away from him.
"Today is my birthday," she agreed quietly. He rocked back slightly in his seat.
"You should be with your friends at a bar," he said.
"Why would I want to do that? I am happy to be here with you and I will be able to say I remember my twenty first birthday. A lot of my friends are unable to say the same thing," she said. She briefly pursed her lips then smiled at him.
"So now you know when my birthday is, I think turnabout it fairplay. I should get to know when yours is," she said. Legates paused and cocked his head then nodded it.
"I guess you're right you should. My birthday is in September," he said, leaning back in his chair.
"A day would be good to go with the month," she said, smirking at him.
"Third. My birthday is September third and no I'm not telling you the year, I believe you can figure that on your own," Legates said, grinning at her.
Their drinks arrived with their salads and they began to eat. Conversation mainly consisted of Michelle trying to find out what they would do after dinner and Legates not giving her an answer. After dinner was complete, they collected their coats and headed out the doors.
Michelle paused, waiting for Legates. He joined her and held out his elbow. She giggled as she hooked her hand in his elbow. He turned a look on her.
"What's so funny?" He asked her with a smile.
"This is a new experience for me," she said shyly, "I'm used to McDonalds and a movie," she told him. Legates tutted and shook his head.
"Same basic principle. Only difference is manners, which you have and your previous dates obviously didn't," he said, grinning.
She didn't notice where he was leading until he stopped in front of the National Theater. Holding open the door, he ushered her inside. Glancing at his watch, he smiled. They were right on time, he'd calculated this well.
Once they were in the lobby, Michelle excused herself and went to the restroom. Legates stood waiting for her when his eyes fell on a couple and he groaned quietly. Seriously? His sergeant had to be here tonight? Looking away quickly, Legates reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He silenced it with a small smirk.
"Good evening, Corporal Legates," Jameson said.
"Sir," Legates replied, hoping the man would just go away.
Michelle approached from the restroom and eyed the man standing in front of Legates and Legates' subsequent stance. She approached and stood at Legates' elbow. The other man looked over at her appraising her. She lifted her chin and stared him in the eye.
"Michelle, this is Sergeant Jameson. My commanding officer. Sergeant Jameson, this is Michelle Welton, my girlfriend," Legates reluctantly introduced them.
He would have preferred that Michelle not meet his sergeant. The man was an asshole and Legates had no respect for the man. Michelle held out her hand with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Sergeant Jameson," Michelle said politely.
Jameson shook her hand but said nothing. The lights in the lobby flickered and the sergeant dropped Michelle's hand. Turning on his heel without saying anything, he left them standing there.
"Well, he's a lovely person," Michelle said sarcastically.
"That would be why I didn't want to introduce you. Guy is a dick," Legates muttered as they entered the theater proper.
"So what are we seeing?" Michelle asked, looking around trying to see something that would give it away. Legates chuckled and shot a grin at her.
"Phantom of the Opera," Legates answered teasingly. Thinking she'd probably hate opera.
"Really? Oh I've always wanted to see it," she gushed and he smacked his hand down his face.
"We're not seeing Phantom of the Opera, sweetheart," Legates said, shifting around in the seat.
Michelle pouted at him making him smile. Reaching over, he grasped her hand and laced his fingers through hers. She gently squeezed his hand then scowled when Sergeant Jameson sat down next to her. Legates heard Michelle singing under her breath and leaned over to hear what she was singing. He gave her a confused look. She just grinned at him and shrugged.
"What are you singing?" Legates whispered still looking at her.
"Think of Me," Jameson answered for her.
"I can speak for myself, sir," Michelle said primly. She turned to look at Legates.
"Think of Me from Phantom of the Opera," she said, grinning.
He chuckled under his breath and squeezed her hand. The lights began to dim and the overture began. Legates slouched down in his chair. He knew he was tall and would block anyone sitting behind him. Making himself comfortable, he settled in to watch.
As the last notes of the overture were being played a voice came from the darkness around them.
"Once upon a time, in a faraway land. A young prince lived in a shining castle. The prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar-woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the Prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within."
The curtains had slid open to show a young man dressed in prince charming clothing and walking around. Then in a puff of smoke, a bent person covered in dark robes held up a rose. Michelle's eyes lit up and a grin spread across her face and Legates knew he'd done well.
Legates let out a soft sigh when intermission came. Standing up, his back cracked from his butt to between his shoulders. Michelle's eyes got wide then sympathetic. They walked to the lobby and split each going to the restroom. When they met back up in the middle, Michelle put her hand at the middle of his back and gently massaged. He almost groaned as her fingers kneaded the knots that had formed from slouching for so long.
"We can leave if you want," she said softly.
"No, I'm fine. I usually sit in the back of movie theaters but that's not a good option for the regular theaters," he said, smiling.
"Are you sure?" She asked, her teeth worrying her lip.
"Are you enjoying it?" He asked with a face that demanded the truth.
"Yes," she said quietly with a hint of hesitation.
"Then, I'm fine," he said, smiling at her.
The lights flickered again and they headed back to their seats. Legates ignored the stage for the second half of the show and instead watched Michelle from the corner of his eye. He had more fun seeing her reactions than the actual show. At the end of the show, Legates politely clapped then stood as Michelle did. They walked to the lobby where he helped her put her coat on.
"Let's get out of here before Jameson finds us," Legates muttered.
They were almost to the door when Legates heard Jameson call his name. Pretending like he didn't hear, he gently pushed Michelle out of the lobby. Michelle had heard Jameson call Legates' name so she didn't get upset when he slightly pushed her.
Laughing, they stepped out into the night and headed down the steps. At the bottom of the steps, they heard Jameson call his name again.
"Damn, he's determined," Legates muttered.
Michelle giggled, grabbed his hand, and took off at a slow sprint. He followed her laughing at her running from his sergeant because he didn't want to be near the man. He let her lead the way and found himself on the National Mall walking next to her.
The evening was almost chilly but not uncomfortably so. The benches around the Mall were dotted with people sitting. As they approached one, they saw a woman and a man sitting there. The man was playing a guitar and the woman was singing. Michelle laughed and spun under his arm. He spun her into his body and bent her over his arm. Leaning over, he caught her lips in a kiss. When he pulled back she was smiling.
"Don't drop me," she whispered. He barked out a laugh.
"I would never drop you," he said. He pulled her into an upright position and they continued to stroll the mall.
"I never noticed how pretty the monuments are at night," she said in a rueful tone.
"When you become accustomed to seeing something it gets taken for granted. Every once in awhile, something comes along and clears your vision," he said. He steered them back towards the parking garage as a breeze had suddenly picked up.
"I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you," Michelle said softly, smiling at him. He returned her smile.
"I had a good time and you are most welcome," he said cordially then ruined it by sticking his tongue out at her. She snorted softly then giggled.
"Do I get to pick our next date?" She asked with a sweet look that made him suspicious.
"Um, sure, if you think you'd want to go out again," he said, still suspicious. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"If I'm asking to plan a second date it would be rational to think that I want to go out again. It was more of an inquiry to see if you want to go out again," Michelle said in her best Dr. Brennan impersonation.
Legates couldn't control the laugh that burst from his lips. She started laughing with him as they crossed the street to the parking garage. He held the car door open for her and then climbed into the driver's seat. Starting the car, he turned and looked at her.
"It's only nine thirty. Do you want to go home or maybe somewhere else?" He asked her, pausing before backing out. She smiled and tilted her head.
"We can go to Ebenezer's. Tonight is local music night," she offered.
"What is Ebenezer's?" He asked with a grin, thinking they were going to a bar.
"Coffee house," she replied.
"Okay, Ebenezer's it is. You'll have to tell me where we're going," he told her.
Pulling out onto Pennsylvania Ave, he followed her directions. She guided him to a back street that was suspiciously dark.
"I'm not so sure about parking here," he said, his eyes shooting around.
She shook her head and got out of the car. She pulled her jacket off and laid it on the seat before closing the door.
"Come on, chicken," she taunted him with a grin. He got out of the car, took off his overcoat and put it in the back seat.
"I'm not chicken. I'm wise. It is not wise to park in dark alleys," he said, sniffing lightly and lifting his nose in the air.
"Says the Army Ranger," she said, still grinning.
He chuffed out a laugh and followed her around the corner. He saw a storefront that had steamed up windows and the name Ebenezer's across the window in red script. Opening the door, he held it open while she entered. He wanted to moan at the sight of six or seven different cheesecakes. And to top it off rows upon rows of truffles.
She had brought him to his own personal heaven without even knowing it. He rubbed his hands together and grinned. Michelle looked over her shoulder and burst into laughter. Legates looked like a kid in a candy shop. His eyes were wide and twinkling.
"It smells like breakfast in here," he muttered. Michelle moved towards the counter.
"Michelle, Sweetie, what are you..." the girl behind the counter trailed off as Legates walked up behind Michelle.
"Oh, my," the girl stuttered and waved her hand in front of her now red face. Michelle snorted and rolled her eyes.
"Jackie this is Josh. Josh, this is Jackie. She's in my physics class. She's the one that told me about this place," Michelle said, introducing Legates to the girl behind the counter.
"Um, hi," Jackie said, waving from behind the counter. Legates smiled at her.
"What can I get you, Josh?" Jackie asked, flirting with him. Michelle's eyes narrowed and Legates chuckled.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" Legates asked, looking at Michelle. She smiled up at him and cocked her head.
"I'll have a decaf house blend, Rose Champagne, Mojito Mint and a piece of chocolate covered strawberry cheesecake," Michelle said. Legates eyebrows climbed his forehead as he glanced at her.
"I'll have a decaf house blend as well and ahhh..." he scanned the board, "Mexican heat, yin yang and a oh my god is that? Oh yeah a bacon dark chocolate and a chocolate covered turtle cheesecake." Jackie nodded her head and bounced away from the register.
"Michelle, this place is awesome. Oh, my God, there's chocolate and bacon," he said excitedly.
Michelle giggled and pointed to the glass case that held various chocolate assorted items. Legates saw chocolate covered bacon.
"I have to take some of that home with me," he whispered in awe. Michelle laughed as he drooled all over the glass case.
"So, to get your attention I should cover my boobs in chocolate and bacon?" Michelle asked, leaning her hip on the counter.
"You'd do that?" He asked, looking at her with excitement plastered on his face.
She burst into rolling laughter and he snickered at her. Jackie brought their orders and Michelle had her card out before Legates could even think about paying.
"Nuh, uh," he said.
"Too bad," Michelle said as Jackie swiped her card.
They took their cups and plates to a fluffy couch near the front window. Legates sat down near the arm and Michelle sat next to him. Legates saw the man and woman from the Mall earlier take seats on two stools in front of a set of microphones. They began to play music and Legates turned his attention to Michelle who was sitting on the edge of the couch holding the large cup between her hands.
"This place is not staying a secret. I'm telling everyone about it," he said, taking a bite of his cheesecake.
Closing his eyes, he moaned at the pleasure as the chocolate rolled across his tongue. Michelle narrowed her eyes and smirked as she picked up a pink truffle. When he swallowed, she held it up to his lips.
"Try it," she said. He took a bite and his eyes opened and he looked closer at the truffle.
"Did you just feed me flowers?" He asked as he chewed the truffle. She giggled and popped the other half of the truffle in her mouth.
"Mmhmm," she said.
"So, if I send you roses, you'll eat them like a goat?" He asked her with a teasing grin.
"Dip them in dark chocolate and I might," she said, grinning. He rolled his eyes and picked up his coffee.
'You do realize our next date might be at a sports bar watching football and drinking beer, right?" She said, taking a bite of cheesecake. Legates looked at his coffee then at her and burst into laughter.
"Football? Really? That wasn't a joke? Who is your favorite team?" He asked as he sipped his coffee then set it down turning slightly to face her.
"Football, yes really and the Redskins," she told him, scowling at the look on his face. He put his hand up defensively.
"Okay, I won't like them but I will respect your right to like them," he said.
She pursed her lips and nodded. She set her plate down on the table in front of them and picked up her coffee. She sat back and crossed her legs. Legates eyes were drawn to her shoes and he blew out a breath. She looked at her feet then up at him.
"Oh man, you have a foot fetish don't you?" She said, looking at him then back down at her feet with a troubled look on her face.
"Nope, just um, you know what never mind," he said, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Oh, no you don't. You were looking at my feet. What's the deal?" She asked, uncrossing her legs, leaning over, setting her coffee down and picking up a truffle with green stripes. Sighing, he took another sip of his coffee to buy himself some time.
"I may have seen you talking on your phone and pacing after the Halloween ball," he admitted sheepishly.
"Um, okay, so what's the big deal you saw me talking on the phone," she said, not making the connection. He cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling briefly.
"You were wearing a robe, a pair of thigh high stockings, and those black heels," he said gruffly. Her eyes got wide and her mouth formed an o.
"You mean my black fuck me heels," she said, not squelching her laughter well.
"Very much like the ones you're wearing tonight," he pointed out then started whistling between his teeth. She giggled and slid her shoe off until it was hanging by her toe.
"That is not fair," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at her.
"Hey, now that I know you like them I'll go shoe shopping and buy them in every color I can find. I mean it's only fair since you get to talk about my tingly lady parts," she said, giggling.
His eyes shot up and he glanced around to see who had heard her. No one was sitting around them and he relaxed slightly.
"Oh yeah, I am so going to have fun with you. But for now I need to get home. I have a nine am class and I do have to sleep at some point," she said, smiling.
"At least you got a piece of cake for your birthday," he muttered.
"I had a really good time tonight. I'm glad I didn't go to a bar," she said, tilting her head to look at him.
"I'm glad you didn't either. Otherwise I would have had to take Techie to see Beauty and the Beast. And as you know there's enough speculation about my sexual tendencies," he said, smirking.
"Go buy yourself and Techie a bacon candy bar and I'll finish my truffle while you do that," she said, nudging him with her foot.
Legates laughed then stood up and walked to the register. Michelle bit her last truffle in half and ogled his butt as he walked away. Jackie was moving around the tables picking up coffee cups and plates. When she reached where Michelle was sitting, she stopped to point at the cups.
"Are you two finished?"
"Yeah, thanks, Jackie," Michelle said, waving for her to take the cups.
"Is he single? Because if he is I want to ask him out," Jackie said, eyeing Legates' butt.
"Jackie, we came in here together dressed to the nines. So, no, he's not single. He's mine," Michelle said bluntly.
"If I didn't like you so much, I'd hate you," Jackie said, moving away after taking the cups and plates.
When Legates returned, Michelle got to her feet and walked with him to the door. Pushing it open, she held it open for him. He shook his head and looked at the sky.
"What?" She asked in a questioning tone.
"Independent women," he muttered.
"You'd better believe it, big boy," she said, laughing.
Grabbing his hand, she intertwined her fingers with his. When they reached the car, he let her get in on her own. Pulling out onto the main street, he headed back to her dorm. Parking in front of her building, he turned the car off and put his hand on the door. She put her hand on his arm.
"No point. I can get into the dorm by myself," she said, smiling.
"Fine," he said in an exasperated tone. She leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
"Thank you, I really did have a really good time," she said, smiling almost shyly at him.
"Me too," he said, kissing her again.
"Call me?" She asked, reaching in the back for her coat.
"Of course," he said. She climbed out and closed the car door.
He watched her walk up the steps and pause by the door. She pulled out a card and held it up to the sign with the building name on it. She quickly pulled the door open and let it close behind her. Once she was in the building, he restarted the car and headed back to his own dorm.
A/N: So what comes after their first date? Well... Spanish classes, return of Legates' car, meeting up, schedules, Ozio, being a giant, a fireplace, snow, Midnight Snowstorm, Hot apple pie, French Kiss, Hot peppermint patty, fish, burning calories, paintball, driving, vibrating, busted, evil gypsies, superman from the Army, Tyrell, Top Gun, cheesecake, heaving bosoms, documentary, fingers on skin, ants in pants, and a discussion.
A/N2 /snicker =P Lots to be on the blog today! Michelle's dress, chocolate (Yum!) and much more! I have to appologize at how late this chapter went up. FFN flaked out on me and wouldn't allow me to upload.