"I knew you'd bring me back here," Dee smirked as they sat in their booth
at Third Degree Swing.
"What good is it if I teach you something and never let you use it?"
"There are other things you could be teaching me."
His cheeks burned at the mischievous tone of her voice as she scooted closer
to him in the booth. Dee had one hand on his thigh, the other holding her
drink. The hand on his thigh inched higher and further in. He wished the
food would get here quickly. She already had two drinks on an empty stomach,
and the effect was obvious.
Warm and comfortable is what Dee was. The alcohol had done its job relaxing
her, making her slightly drowsy, yet in desperate need to snuggle with Edward.
Getting ready for tonight had taken her a long time. The amount of alcohol
she was drinking was carefully calculated and part of her plan. Another part
of her plan was the underwear she had chosen.
"Did you like the roses?"
"They're nice," she said, squeezing his thigh.
"Mmhm. But not your favorite."
"No. But they're nice."
He took her drink out of her hand. "So what is your favorite?"
She smiled slyly at him through her lashes, head slightly tilted. "The man
eating flower."
A riddle then. He could deal with that.
"How many dances do I owe you tonight, Tiger?"
"Right now, at least one," he said. He took her hand off his thigh when
she once more squeezed it, only a little higher this time. "Make that two
dances. If you do that once more, I'll make you dance with me all night."
That was not part of her plan. She wanted to be alone with him. Going out
was nice, but now, after a couple of drinks, she wanted to be tracing random
patterns on his bare back. Picking her spoon up, she twirled it through her
fingers, keeping her hands occupied.
Stopping her had been the last thing he wanted to do. However, her hand
on his leg had almost been too much. Waking up this morning to find Dee's
still nude form next to him had sent him reeling. He had run a finger down
her arm, hoping he wasn't dreaming. Dee's soft sigh of content surprised
him. That she then squeezed him and nuzzled herself closer, had left him
frozen, fearing that she would wake and notice his arousal. It was then
that he realized he too was nude.
The past week had seen them becoming more passionate when they were alone.
Edward had been timid at touching Dee's body at first. Her boldly placing
his hands on her breasts had relaxed him. Dee's nervousness at him seeing
her naked had been eased with talk and when he stood before her, blushing
madly, but naked. She had taken a deep breath and dropped the blanket covering
her. They smiled at each other shyly, and then stepped into each other's
arms. Despite all of this, they had yet to consummate their relationship.
Edward jumped as something warm and moist touched the edge of his ear. Next
to him Dee giggled as she placed another kiss on his jaw.
"Where did you go, Tiger?" she purred. "Your dinner is gonna get cold if
you don't eat it now."
He blinked and looked down to find his plate of steak and scalloped potatoes
steaming in front of him. Dee smiled at him as she delicately placed a bite
of green beans in her mouth. The room spiraled around him. Edward Nigma
was more confused now than he had ever been before in his life. Half of
him wanted to throw some money down for the bill and take Dee home, now.
The other half told him to be sensible, eat his meal, dance with her, and
be a gentleman about it all. Her shameless flirting wasn't helping the argument
for sensibility.
"Can I have one of those chocolate coconut things for dessert, Eddie?" she
asked, her foot riding up the side of his leg.
That was it! He was going to scream!
"Kitten, you're twenty-five. You don't need to ask permission. You know
you can order what you wish."
"Since you're paying, I just wanna check." She took his hand, squeezing
and kissing it, before placing it back on the table. "Thanks, Eddie."
And she had done it. His pulse slowed down as his heart stopped its mad
dash. Just like that she had taken him from "dying to be with her" to "be
thankful you're with her." Crooking her foot around his leg, they ate in
peace, listening to the band. Pacing himself, he managed to make it through
the dinner and dancing. Waiting for the bill and watching her lick a spoonful
of hot fudge from his cake was pure torture.
You asked her out. You will be patient and respect her! he
scolded himself. No rushing anything! Well, maybe a kiss...
Back at the hideout, he double locked the door behind them. Leaning his
forehead against the door, he took slow, deep breaths in an attempt to slow
his pulse. Dee had managed to keep his mind on the fast track, fanning herself
and swishing her skirt "for a breeze" in the car. She put a hand on his
shoulder, and said his name in a soft, questioning voice. As he turned,
she grabbed his lapels, kissing him hungrily. She quickly had his shirt unbuttoned
enough to rub his bare chest as they kissed. Eddie was too shocked at her
aggressiveness to do anything as she pressed him to the door.
Panting, she broke away from him. Like a startled deer, she looked at him,
at the bewildered look on his face, and then down to his half opened shirt.
There were red marks on his chest from her nails.
"Oh..." she said as if waking from a dream. "...Gods!" With that, she bolted
away from him, down the hall, and into his room.
That was odd. Shouldn't she have...? He gave up trying to figure
her out just then. Deep breath. Shoulders back. Let's see what happens
next.
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