“Hey Tim, you want anything?” he asked, glancing briefly over his shoulder at her.
“Naw… I’m not too hungry.” she immediately replied, busying herself with looking over Dave’s shoulder.
“How can you not be hungry?” Bob asked. “You didn’t even eat breakfast.”
“Breakfast makes me gag.” she replied. “Breakfast sucks.”
“Yeah, breakfast sucks my left nut to make the right one jealous.” Clint put in, not looking up from his magazine. “But you can surely get me some of that chocolate-caramel swirl ice cream that Sheila bought this morning. I’ve been craving that all day.” he requested.
“Yeah, me too man.” Dave requested, finishing the article and sitting up from his hunched position, knocking into Timber. “Oh, sorry.” he quickly said, patting her head as he got off the stool to go get bowls.
“Do you want any Timber?” Bob asked.
“She hates chocolate, remember Bob?” Clint pointed out.
“Thank you Clint.” Timber smirked, partially sarcastic. “Naw, that’s alright.” she said to Bob.
“Hmmm…” her best friend hummed. “What about popcicles?” he asked.
At this she paused. “What kind?” she asked.
“The kind you love.” Bob grinned, looking back at her.
“Okay… but only one.” she replied reluctantly. Bob smirked, digging a frozen treat out of the box and tossing it to her.
“So what have you two been up to?” Timber asked, catching it and settling more comfortably onto the stool. She was wearing one of Bob’s tee-shirts, a pair of his boxers, and socks.
“I was just about to go over to Jeanine’s place.” Dave replied, running his fingers back in his shaggy hairs.
“I was reading this article. Hey, check it out Tim.” Clint suggested, passing her the magazine.
As she opened the packaging around her popcicle, Timber leaned over the counter to read along while she ate.
“So what are you and Jeanine going to be doing?” Bob asked with a smirk.
Dave, settling back into his spot at the island counter rolled his eyes. “We’re going to just chill.” he replied. “I believe it’s Clint’s job to hook up with people in the group.” he snickered, sinking his spoon into the ice cream Bob passed to him. “Thanks man.” he added.
“Shut the hell up Dave before I---“ Clint started to say.
“Before you what?” Dave demanded. “Yeah. Before you nothing.”
“Hey man, I swear I’ll---“
“Yup, yup. You’ll nothing.” Dave cut in obnoxiously.
“Man shut the fuck up. I could---“
“Nothing.”
“---if I wanted to!”
“Shut up you two. Jesus. You sound like such… losers.” Bob pointed out, snickering.
Timber paid no attention to any of them, entirely indulged in the article Clint had given her to read. That’s when she became the focal point of the room.
Though his best friend basically inhaled popcicles by the dozen, Bob had never really bothered to watch her in the act of eating one. Now he was wondering how he had missed it. The triplets became enraptured by her methods of finishing her popcicle. She literally performed fellacio on the treat, sucking it between her plush lips and lightly bobbing her mouth up and down the shaft. With a few slurping sounds, she was doing a sufficient job of arousing all three without even noticing they were looking at her. As she took the frozen rod deeper and deeper into her mouth, the jaws of the three boys went slack, eyes widening simultaneously as their own frozen desserts were forgotten.
“Oh, hey gu---“ Scott stopped dead in his tracks, his own mouth dropping open.
Timber looked up from the magazine, slurping the popcicle out of her mouth.
“You know, you’d be really good at---“ the eldest brother began.
“Shut up Scott.” Bob warned, looking away from his friend.
“Hey man, what’s up?” Timber asked, returning to the magazine briefly before realizing that two pairs of brown eyes were still staring in her direction. “What?” she asked slowly.
“I gotta go.” Clint said quickly.
“I thought you wanted me to tell you what I thought about the article!” Timber called after him.
“Yeah… um… something came up.” Clint mumbled, hurrying through the archway and out of the room.
Timber raised an eyebrow. “I tell you… he’s one strange guy.” She commented, jamming the popcicle back in her mouth and returning to her reading.
“I’m going to Jeanine’s.” Dave announced, getting up and leaving his plate at the counter as he left through the side door.
“Okay… see ya…” Scott said, barely paying attention to his brother. He slipped into a stool at the counter, resting his elbow on it and sighing as he mused. It was his and Angela’s one year anniversary. One whole year. He remembered a time when he couldn’t even imagine them lasting a weak. He knew himself. He didn’t think he was strong enough. But it felt good to prove himself wrong. He could remember the first time they had really kissed…
The day was unnaturally sunny, no clouds in sight to obstruct the day-time star from view. The humidity was under control, however, a cool zephyr rolling through every now and then to cool the air. Scott and Angela were enjoying this gloriously even-tempered weather, lounging on the Moffatt’s front steps in a lazily relaxed manner. He sat forward, his elbows rested on his knees and his blue eyes scanning the motley landscapes of the neighboring houses. Angela was leaned back on the palms of her hands, gazing up at the sky and not noticing the silence that had fallen between them for what had to be near an hour.
He had never imagined feeling so comfortable in a silence such as this. Just her presence beside him was enough to settle his once insatiable soul. There was so much he wanted to know about her, so much he wanted her to say… there was so much he was yet to learn that he could only learn in moments like these when he was right with her. Little did he know that right beside her was where he was meant to be forever.
Scott leaned back, scooting a bit closer to her so they were directly side by side. “It’s an awesome day out.” He commented.
She nodded, glancing at him and smiling. His finger inched over to rest on top of her hand.
“What do you want to be?” he asked in a sigh, directing his face upwards.
“What do you mean?” she asked in almost the same relaxed tone, her own gaze returning to the deep blue of the sky.
“I mean, when you get older, what are your goals to become?” he asked curiously, turning his full attention to her.
Angela paused for a moment before taking in her fill of the sky and looking to him. “I want to be a gynecologist.” she replied calmly.
Scott grinned at her pronunciation of the word, and more at her response. “A gynecologist…” he repeated, then nodded slowly with a grin. “That certainly is interesting. Why a gynecologist?”
Angela shrugged. “I want to do something to help women.” she replied. “Not that I am a… femin-feminist? But I want to help women and practice medicine of some kind.” she explained in her unnatural english.
Scott nodded. “That’s cool.” he commented. “I’ve never met anyone who wanted to be a gynecologist before… well, I mean, for the sincere reasons you have.” he smirked, thinking back to a conversation he and his brothers had had once in the past.
“What about you?” Angela asked, turning her eyes to his beautiful face. “If you weren’t doing anything that had to do with music, what would you want to do?” she asked.
Scott pondered this for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek in deep thought. “Umm… I think I’d want to be a gynecologist too.” he smirked.
Angela elbowed him, giggling. Scott turned to her and smirked. “I’m kidding.” he admitted. “I’m a bit too squeamish for medicine, though the thought is appealing.”
She elbowed him once more, but this time he caught her arm, kissing her cheek in a playful manner. Angela turned her face to him, her eyes sweeping over his face for a moment. Scott subconsciously wet his lips, his face nearing hers. He tilted his head to a complimentary angle, touching his mouth on her awaiting lips. They had shared several sweet love taps in the past few days of their relationship, but none had been as personal as this one. As they parted, he smiled gently, wetting his lips again and moving in for more. This time, however, he parted his lips on hers, tasting the subtle wetness of the smooth part of her just inside the seal of her mouth. His hand crept up to smooth over her cheek, running back through her hair in a languid motion. Their lips parted even more and Scott slowly moved his tongue out of his mouth to brush across her burning strip of flesh in contact with him at that moment. She melted into the kiss, pushing her tongue out to meet his. Upon first touch, Scott longed to release a moan, but held it in, sighing gently instead. Their tongues soon swirled together in a passionate motion, both yoking physically and at heart.
As they finally pulled apart, Scott smiled in an electric bliss, stroking her curls back from her face before going in for another sweet kiss that only she had the power to excite him with. He tried to imagine life without that kiss. He tried to imagine what it would be like to never feel a kiss like that again.
But he couldn’t.
“Earth to Scott… Come in Scott!” Bob sang, spooning his twin and fraternal brother’s ice creams into his own bowl.
Scott snapped back into consciousness. “Hey, I need you two to do me a favor…”
* * *
Jeanine carefully looked through the peep-hole of her front door before swinging it open with little regard to the person she saw standing on her front step. Tousling her wavy hair she smiled candidly, but with slight reserve.
“Hi…” she said slowly, leaning against the door in a protective manner that did not allow the caller to see past her body.
The man on her front porch smiled in a rather austere manner, his briefcase tucked under his arm. He was wearing a white, short sleeved, work shirt and pressed khaki trousers to look neat. However, his thinning hair was disheveled from the summer winds, his blue eyes drooping into crow’s feet to show that he had been up for several hours already.
“Hello, I’m sorry to bother you, but I’m Don Parshell, an investigative detective for the Calgary Police Department. I’m hear looking for a…” he checked a small slip of paper he had attached to his briefcase. “Jeanine Alba.”
Jeanine was slightly surprised. “I--- um… I’m Jeanine Alba.” She replied cautiously.
“Miss Alba, I’ll be needing to ask you a few questions in regard to your relationship with an Alan Richards.”
* * *
Angela carefully ran her comb through her shower-damp hair, humming along with the music playing in the background as she gazed blankly into her reflection in the mirror. She was truly content, taking in every moment of this special day, knowing this could be the first day of the rest of her life.
Interrupting her thoughts, there was a soft knock at the door, followed by Mia’s entrance to the bedroom. She shut the door just as softly behind her.
“Getting ready?” the aunt asked Angela, crossing the room and sitting on the bed. “What time are you going out with lover-boy?”
Angela smirked despite herself. She suddenly felt like giggling. “Not until seven. He sent a message to me.” She added, holding up the envelope that Bob and Timber had dropped off earlier when they arrived to pick Patti up, as Bob had begged to baby-sit her that night.
Mia accepted the note as Angela handed it to her and sat on the bed. After reading it over briefly, the older woman smirked. “He’s quite a romantic.” She admitted.
Angela just nodded, continuing to run the comb through her curls and stare off into space.
“So tonight’s the night?” Mia asked bluntly.
This caught the star-gazing girl’s attention. “What?” she asked, a blush creeping into her cheeks.
“Tonight’s the night.” Mia said knowingly.
“What night?” Angela asked, diverting her eyes to the comforter as she finally set her comb down, allowing her curls to coil back into place.
Mia leaned forward, he long waves of hair falling over her shoulder. “I found the birth control pills in your purse.” She said in a hushed tone, smirking when she saw her nieces eyes go wide.
“Maria I cannot believe you were---“
“I wasn’t.” Mia quickly diminished the allegations. “Patti was rummaging in your lip-stick again… as usual, and she was looking for some in your purse. She found the pills and thought they were candy. Luckily she couldn’t open them and came to me for help or else we would certainly have a problem on our hands.” She explained, tossing her thick dark mane back over her shoulders.
“Mia, they’re just… in case.” Angela quickly answered the unsaid query. “Scott and I are not… doing that… yet.”
“Hey, I said nothing.” Mia assured her. “I was just wondering if you wanted any sisterly advice.”
Angela was surprised by this offer, having expected her aunt to go off on a tangent about waiting until she was older and more mature. That was the main reason she would even consider keeping something like that from her surrogate older sister. The fact that her mother could easily find out was always looming in the back of her mind. And that was out of the question.
Angela paused, glancing up at her aunt from underneath a thick shade of lashes. Another blush crept into her cheeks. “Um...” she started to say, growing embarrassed at the idea of discussing something so personal with another human being. “When… did you first…” she trailed off.
Mia smiled, seeing her niece melt into a calm and serious resolve. She was the youngest sister herself and always longed for the day when she’d get to share advice. Not able to contain her smile, she merely sighed.
“Well, I was a bit older than you. I was about nineteen.” She replied. “But despite the fact that I was young, I felt that I was ready. I had been dating my boyfriend for maybe two or three years, and decided that it was time to take it a little further.”
Angela nodded slowly. She had only been dating Scott for a year, but she still felt like maybe they should take it to the next level.
“I mean, keep in mind Angela that there are many other things you can do besides sex. Sometimes those many other things are actually more enjoyable too…” she smirked.
Angela gave her aunt the inevitable I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that look, but said nothing. Mia read this countenance and shrugged. “Well there are!” she defended herself. “I mean, when you and Scott fool around, don’t you think that’s pretty good? I imagine Scott would be pretty well skilled in that area…” she smirked.
“Mia!!!” Angela crooned. “What are you doing? Stop thinking about my boyfriend!” she scolded.
“Well he’s cute! That’s a compliment!” Mia insisted. “And he looks like a very… learned person.” She added slyly.
Angela remained silent for a moment. “Well… we haven’t really ever… you know… fooled around.” She said truthfully.
At this admission, Mia’s jaw dropped. “You and Scott?!” she asked, disbelieving. “But you guys are always kissing.” She pointed out. “You’ve never fooled around?”
“Well, I mean, we have… kind of.” Angela replied. “A little bit.”
“I know he’s not the cause of that ‘little bit.’” Maria pointed out with a sideways smirk. “I’ve heard things about that Scott.”
“What have you heard?” Angela asked, her ears perking as she tugged at the threads creating a pattern on her pastel duvet.
“Nothing you don’t already know.” Mia replied. “So if you two haven’t even fooled around, what makes you think you’re ready to have sex? They go in order you know.”
“I know… it’s just that… well… how can you get undressed in front of a guy?” the younger girl asked shyly. “Doesn’t that make you uncomfortable?”
Mia shrugged. “Not really.” She replied. “Guys like to see girls naked. It’s in the Y chromosome.”
Angela chuckled, brushing her hair back behind her ears with her fingers.
“I mean, doesn’t Scott like to see you?” the aunt asked, leaning forward with an overly curious vigor about her.
“Scott’s never…”
“WHAT?!?!” Mia demanded before her niece could finish. “How the hell are you celebrating your one year anniversary if he hasn’t gotten any sexual gratification?”
“That’s not what relationships are about Maria.” Angela scolded. “Scott and I like to do other things besides sexual things. We like to talk, and watch movies and read books together. It’s not all about sexualness.”
“Do you give him oral sex?” Mia asked skeptically with a bland expression.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Angela asked, growing impatient.
Mia leaned back and nodded. “Ahhhh, so that’s why he’s still around.”
This comment, or revelation, rendered the younger and inquisitive girl speechless as she cogitated the implications of the statement her aunt had just made.
“What about you? Do you even let him touch you?” Maria asked, starting to fit the picture together.
“He likes to touch my breasts all the time.” Angela pointed out.
“No, I mean, do you let him touch you?” Mia asked specifically.
Angela shrugged. “A little bit… why are you asking me this?”
“Well, I’m just stating the obvious Angela.” The aunt of the couple began, beginning her “voice of reason” lecture. “If you don’t feel comfortable enough to allow your boyfriend of a year to even see your chest then that should tell you that’s you’re not ready for something as big as sex. You really need to ask yourself if you’re ready to allow this guy who you claim to love to at least see you, or touch you before you even imagine going as far as sex. Sex is the end of the road. That’s the biggest step. So think about it. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”
The few words coming from her aunt’s mouth gave Angela something to think about. Even as Mia made her exit, Angela realized that she would have to decided once and for all if she was ready to take such a big step in their relationship when all the of previous steps had been omitted. She wasn’t sure how long she sat on her bed thinking all the different angles of the subject over before she came to a decision that would change her life forever.
* * *
After a long shower that seemed to linger with his skin even as he dressed, Scott Moffatt bounded down the steps. As he stepped down to the foyer, he saw that the sun was soon to set, the sky a bright blue with an orangy glow from the western end. He smirked at the prospect, running his palms over his shirt a few more times before entering the living room.
“Hey guys.” He announced, seeing that the twins, Timber, Kelly, Carmen, and Ben were present, as well as Patti who was nestled on Bob’s lap.
He received a collective salutation in return, the focus of the coterie returning to the television. Even Patti didn’t seem to pay him complete attention.
“Where’s Dave?” Scott asked, entering the room completely so he could see what was so fascinating on the television.
“He’s still at Jeanine’s.” Kelly replied. “Something happened with her today. I called her and she seemed pretty shaken up for some reason. She refused to come over too.” The perturbed girl continued.
“What happened anyway?” Clint asked from where he sat beside Bob.
“No clue.” Kelly replied. She was sitting on the floor next to his legs.
“That’s weird.” Scott commented, becoming just as enraptured by the episode of ‘The Simpsons’ that was on television.
Clint smirked, seeing the little girl settled so contentedly with his twin. Not able to help himself, he reached over and started to tug her into his own lap. Patti looked back at him in fright and released a loud whine.
“Don’t touch me Clint!” the little girl shouted, smacking his hand rather hard.
“Oh my God!” Scott exclaimed, rushing to the small child. “You said a four word sentence!” he cooed, scooping her up and kissing her cheek. “Good girl! You said a four word sentence!”
“Sorry to disappoint you Scott, but she’s been able to talk for a long time now.” Kelly pointed out.
“Yeah, but she usually says short little fragments of sentences. She said a full four word sentence this time! That’s impressive!” he exclaimed, hugging the small child and kissing her again on the cheek.
“I think she actually learned that sentence from Timber too.” Bob smirked, pleased with his joke.
Timber just smiled.
“Ohhhhh, good one Bob.” Clint said as everyone else laughed. “That was really good man.” He repeated. “So good, you deserve a prize.” He continued. “Here, lemme…” Clint muttered, digging his right hand into his pocket. As he pulled it back out, the middle finger was stuck straight up, displayed for his twin.
Bob just continued to laugh, despite his identical triplet’s deep blush.
“You guys are such hooligans.” Scott smirked, returning Patti to her spot on Bob’s lap. “I gotta get going.”
“Have fun tonight.” Clint said with a knowing smile.
Scott rolled his eyes, smoothing Patti’s hair back from her face and kissing her forehead before raising to his normal height.
“Kissy!” Patti demanded, holding her hands out for him.
Scott leaned back down and allowed the little girl to give him a big kiss on the cheek. “See you later sweetheart.” Scott smiled, patting her head again before heading out through the kitchen.
“Awww.” Carmen commented from where she and Timber shared the loveseat. “That’s so sweet. Scott would make such a good daddy.”
“Wouldn’t he?” Kelly grinned, also noticing the eldest Moffatt’s soft spot.
“That was so sweet!” Carmen continued.
“Dude, you girls are such dorks.” Bob commented, bouncing Patti on his lap a few times.
“Just because you’re not as sweet and gentle with little kids.” Kelly scolded.
“I’m compassionate.” Bob said, not taking his eyes off the television as Clint switched the channel to the music station. The ‘No Rain’ video was on.
“You are NOT compassionate.” Kelly said. “You and Clint are so clueless about babies.”
“So?” Bob asked, taking the remote from Clint. “I’m nice to her. She likes me. We play together. I love Patti, don’t I?” he asked the little girl who was fixated on the little child in the bumble bee costume running about the television screen.
“I wuv you too Boobie.” Patti giggled, clapping her hands. “Issa bummle bee!” she giggled, finding this to be hilarious.
“That’s enough of this.” Clint muttered, not particularly in the mood to watch that video. He flipped the channel to a rerun of Dawson’s Creek. “ugh… seen it.” he murmured.
“Change it back!” Patti ordered. “Bummle bee!!!”
“Dude, Bumble bee sucks my di---“
“Clint, you are such a bad child carer!!” Kelly exclaimed, slapping his leg.
“That video gets annoying. I mean, the song’s cool, but Blind Melon could have really had a bigger budget when making that video. It really sucks.”
“It’s actually a pretty fun video.” Timber contradicted. “No Rain is one of those clap-your-hands-tap-your-feet kind of songs. The video really hits that characteristic.”
Clint gazed at her. “Thank you for that Timber.” he said, turning back to the television.
“Bummle bee!!!” Patti cried, slapping Clint’s thigh.
“Bob! Contain her!” Clint exclaimed knowing the child was about to go ballistic on him.
“Patti, hitting is bad.” Bob told her, not really paying attention to the matter at hand.
“I wanna bummle bee!” Patti whined.
“Quit flipping channels Clint!” Carmen said.
“Yeah man, not cool.” Bob enforced.
“Way not cool.” Kelly put in.
“Absolutely uncool of you man.” Timber said, smirking.
“Not cool!” Patti added. “Bummle bee!”
“Fine, fine! Blind Melon it is!” Clint huffed, flipping back to the music station. The video had ended, now “Waterfalls” by TLC was on.
“I love this video!” Carmen said.
“Me too. This video is totally cool.” Bob said.
“Super cool.” Timber agreed.
“Cool.” Kelly said, smiling brightly.
“Sweet.” Ben, who had been asleep on the recliner, said in a gravely tone.
“Bummle bee!!!” Patti whimpered, pointing to the television.
“The bumble bee went bye-bye.” Bob shrugged, bouncing her on his lap again.
Patti pouted. “I wanna see bummle bee.”
“Hey, I’ll show you something better.” Bob promised, taking the remote control from Clint. He changed to a fabric softener commercial with a stuffed bear advertising.
“Teddy!” Patti exclaimed, clapping her small hands.
“Hey, how’d you know that’d be on?” Clint asked.
Bob just smirked, bouncing the little girl a bit more. “Good fathers always know that stuff.”
* * *
Angela checked the address on the small note Scott had had delivered to her, glancing up at the establishment in front of which she had parked her car. She was in front of a sea food joint of some sort. Expecting Scott to jump out and greet her at any second, she looked around briefly, scanning the area for him or any sign of him.
It was perfect weather that evening, the sun was on it’s way to setting. There was cool air hanging in the slightly balmy night, shifting ever so slightly to tickle the back of her neck with her curls. The gentle breezing air managed to creep between the grooves in her white, knit halter top that went in accordance with the knee-length red-silk skirt she wore that had water colored roses sparsely decorating it. Standing just on the curb next to her car, she continued to look for him, realizing she actually would be surprised as planned.
“Excuse me miss.” Someone from behind her spoke, cutting into her thoughts.
Angela turned around to see a man who worked as the maitre d’ in the sea food place. He was a tall Italian man with a full head of dark hair and a deep complexion. In his tuxedo with a very stiff stance, he smiled.
“Miss Tendero.” He said, testing her name before continuing.
“Yes?” Angela asked slowly, not sure what to expect.
“This is for you.” He said, handing her another white envelope.
“Thank you.” Angela said as she accepted it from him. She immediately recognized the envelope as the same one she had received from Scott earlier that day. Opening it, she nearly laughed aloud to see several directions scrawled out in Scott’s pensive but impulsive handwriting.
Go to the end of the street and count to ten.
She chuckled to herself, leaning into her car and taking out a picnic basket from the passenger’s seat. She did as the note directed her to, going to the end of the block and counting to ten in spanish. After a pause, she read the next line of the note.
Turn right and take thirty five steps straight ahead.
After that task was done, she continued one, line after line of his esoteric commands.
Go through the gate to the park and take forty five steps to your left.
Go to the swing set.
Turn to your left and head forward for about twenty paces.
Walk to the fence.
Go through the opening.
Take twenty steps in a diagonal to your left.
Take off all of your clothes.
Just kidding.
Close your eyes and look up.
“Open your eyes.” Scott said softly from somewhere behind her.
As her eyes fluttered open, she felt his arms slide gently around her waist. She was standing right before a dock to the river. At the end of the dock was a myriad of candles set around a quilt that had been laid on the wooden planks. As a backdrop to the glowing lights of the candles was the end of the sunset, disappearing into the water and dragging the night to fill it’s space.
“Come on.” Scott said softly in her ear, leaving her side, but taking her hand to guide her down to the end of the dock.
“This is so… amazing Scott.” Angela said, her breath having been taken away.
He halted in his steps, turning to her and pressing his lips on hers as response. It had been nearly an entire day since he’d last done that and he missed it already. As his fingers threaded into her hair she giggled, touching his cheek with her free hand as their mouths playfully wrestled.
“Come on.” he finally said again, leading her the rest of the way.
She set her basket down and sat in front of him, their eyes meeting. It was almost as if they suddenly had no idea what to say to one another; the moment was so grand. So they finally resolved their staring match in a batch of laughter before Scott leaned forward and kissed her again. Angela giggled on his lips, tunneling her fingers in his shaggy hair. She was the only one ever allowed to touch his hair.
“Hey.” She said, pulling back. “I brought something.” She pointed to the basket.
Scott met her eyes before also looking to the basket. Curiosity got the best of him while she patiently awaited his response. They both chuckled again before she opened one side of the basket and removed a silk red scarf.
“Close your eyes.”
* * *
Dave glanced cautiously at Jeanine on the other who was leaned up against him with her eyes on the television. The interview with the detective handling the Mr. Richards case had really shaken her up and she begged him to stay with her for the evening. He agreed without hesitation, standing by her side as the tears started, and remaining there until they ended. And now, as they were over, as the memories appeared to slip back into the depths of her mind, he was still by her side, stroking gently at her hair as they watched a movie.
It was times like these when Dave realized just how much Jeanine meant to him. She was a constant part of his life, and as the days passed, he began to feel a tight connection with her that simply was not duplicated with any other person. It was almost as if she allowed him to see a side of her that she restricted from all others. It was like she was reserving something special for only him. Everyday he was learning a little bit more…
Maybe one day she could finally tell him everything.
* * *
“You aren’t going to push me in… are you?” Scott asked ash Angela gently tied the silk scarf over his eyes.
She giggled, “I dunno. I might.” She replied.
Scott smirked, not able to reach out and touch her with his obstructed vision. He began to hear the sounds of her taking something out of her basket, though he could not identify what she was doing. She removed a small container of strawberries, taking one out of the little dish and gently moving it to his lips. As the grainy outside of the sweet fruit brushed over his mouth ever so delicately, he smirked, parting his lips and allowing her to feed it to him. Now able to locate her hand, he reached for it, but she slapped his hand away.
“Not so fast.” She smirked, allowing him only a bite of the strawberry. “What was that?” she quizzed him in a sultry tone that he was only allowed to hear at certain times.
“A strawberry.” He smirked after swallowing.
The next substance touched his lips in much the same teasing way. This time, Scott attempted to nip at her fingers, but she yanked them out of his reach just in time, giggling before cautiously approaching again. After a few testing thrusts against his lips, she was convinced that he would not nip at her again and pushed the raspberries into his mouth.
“Mmmm. Those are good.” He smiled, touching her hand again.
Angela jerked it away. “Uh-uh-uh.” She teased.
Her next item of torture was a slice of peach. This time, she allowed her finger to linger between Scott’s lips as he sucked the flavor off of them. He did the same with the champagne grape she fed to him, but this time, he caught her arm and laid gentle kisses down the smooth skin. She allowed him to. He reached out for her, grasping her waist and pulling her on top of him. She allowed him to. Even as she felt his already aroused man-hood, she allowed him to kiss her all the way up to her shoulder, occasionally using his teeth to playfully nip the skin.
“One more.” Angela breathed hotly into his ear as his hands roved up her back.
He turned his face up towards her. She gently brushed her lips over his, flicking her tongue against the raw flesh before pulling away.
“That was you.” Scott almost gasped, tugging her in for more.
Their mouths wrestled furiously, Scott pressing her down on him so she could feel his swollen penis through his khaki trousers. Angela gasped at the feeling, her fingers tunneling back into his hair as she longed to have his closer to her, yet at the same time that wasn’t possible.
He lay her on her back, slithering on top of her. Neither one of them was sure how long they reveled in the feeling of one another, but both seemed to float away from the earth underneath the stars. He touched her everywhere, his hands traveling across uncharted terrain on the map of her skin. Somewhere along the way, however, the blindfold came off his eyes and he opened them, wanting to see her as he kissed her with such vigor he felt as if he lips were on fire. She guided his fingers to the straps of her top, remembering everything Mia had drummed into her and taking it to heart. Scott’s nimble fingers pulled the ties, feeling them loosen, then lowered them on her chest to expose her white strapless bra.
The candles all around them caused a yellowish glow to envelope her skin and she felt as if everything was perfect. His kisses dwindled down to the gentlest, most passionate kisses she had ever felt; it was enough to make her cry. Things could not be as right as they were at that moment. As she traced her fingers in his hair, staring up at the sky that had darkened somewhere between his arms around her waist the insane giggling, his lips slowly branded each part of her skin down to her neck. His breath was rushed, pacing in time with the beating of her heart. She continued to stare up at the sky, letting him do all the work, letting him take her the way he wanted to.
Scott tugged her shirt lower on her waist, slipping it all the way off her by means of her legs. She seemed in a blind stupor, her eyes taking in the studded stars against the navy sky. He folded the blanket over on them so they had a cozy cocoon for a bit more privacy. His lips touched hers again and she listlessly responded, suddenly feeling drunk and lethargic all at the same time. Was this really happening? As his fingers unlatched her bra, she could clearly tell that it was.
Instinctively, Angela’s hands went to her breasts, shielding them from his view. That was when he paused. He quietly kissed her lips once more then handed her back her bra.
Angela looked at him in a surprised that was clearly off guard. As he sat up, she turned away from him, resituating her bra, her mind reeling as to why he would reject her. His hand lightly grazed her shoulder as he kissed at her neck. She shifted slightly away from him.
“I love you, you know.” He informed her in a soft whisper, as he persistently kissed her again.
“Then why---“ she stammered.
“Because I love you.” He replied. “And I don’t want to until you’re sure you’re ready.”
She was silent, feeling an unexplainable hurt. He gently kissed her neck, smoothing his hands down her arms. “It’s better this way…” he breathed softly. “Because when you’re ready…” he kissed her shoulder. “And I’m ready…” he kissed it again. “We make magic…”
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