"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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