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Post by Jules on Dec 2, 2008 20:03:37 GMT -5
This would be a perfect evening. This would turn out perfectly. David would not act like a little girl.
Or at least, he kept telling himself that on his way to Samantha's with a single perfect lily in his hand. He was dressed nicely, he had enlisted Genn's help to get reservations at an exclusive restaurant, and had even hired a carriage and driver for the entire evening.
Although he was kind of hoping they would only be making one stop after the evening out was over, at which point they both got off at the same place.
David knocked Samantha's door eagerly. She was expecting him. Hopefully she hadn't forgotten.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 3, 2008 2:46:02 GMT -5
Forgotten? Hardly. More like she'd fluttered around all day, for the most part useless, until realizing that, omg, he'd be here any minute, and her hair was not doing what she wanted. Irritatingly, and also charmingly, her hair didn't change much anymore around David, because he liked her as she was.
She opened the door, possibly more eager than he had knocked, nearly tearing it off its hinges. "Hi," she said (gushed?).
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Post by Jules on Dec 3, 2008 2:51:00 GMT -5
"H-h-hi." Oh geeze, he was stuttering. He hadn't stuttered in years. David was mildly surprised he wasn't shaking and/or sweating up a small pond (also incredibly thankful). He smiled sheepishly at her and held out his arm. "You, you uhh, ready to go? You look----" He let out a slow breath, "You look amazing."
God, he felt like Elmer Fudd.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 3, 2008 2:57:20 GMT -5
Morpheus, he was just too cute.
And not just teddy bear cute, though he was that too, but honest to goodness attractive, and it suddenly worried her, because if other girls caught on to her treasure, things would get ugly.
She gave him a soft kiss and took his arm. "Thank you. Where are we going?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 3, 2008 3:06:17 GMT -5
David grinned like a man on morphine when she kissed him and took her arm readily, leading her and helping her into the rented carriage. "Harlequin? It's supposedly very good?" And very, very exclusive. Yes, he'd had to dip into his savings to make sure he'd have enough to cover the meal. But he really wanted tonight to be special and perfect.
"I hope you like it." He said, following her into the carriage and sitting next to her without being asked. David even put an arm around her and pulled her that much closer to him. He sighed in contentment.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 4, 2008 1:05:52 GMT -5
Harlequin?!?
"Yes... I've heard it is, too."
It was only the most exclusive, best place in town. She sent him a slightly suspicious (though no less pleased) glance. How had he gotten reservations?
Her lips curved into a smile. "I love it." And kissed him again. She would use every excuse she could. And she was impressed. She'd been wined and dined by the best of them, but the truth was, with David... they could eat PB&J's in the mud (may Marie never hear her say so) and she'd be happy.
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 1:31:29 GMT -5
He kissed her back readily, pretty sure it was his enormous amount of nervousness allowing him to be so free-wheeling with affection. He twisted his torso and braced her neck with his hand. The kiss grew deeper until he found he had to either rip off her dress or pull away. Since they were almost at the restaurant, he forced himself to do the latter.
He wiped his mouth clean of her lipstick and smiled, waiting for her to right herself a bit before opening the carriage door and helping her out.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 4, 2008 1:38:27 GMT -5
Well.
She took a minute to steady her breathing, pressing a hand over her corseted middle. She took his hand and stepped out of the carriage, half-glaring and half smiling in a 'you-better-do-that-again-later' kind of way.
She took his arm and they walked into the restaurant.
So far, so amazing, but.... she still held onto that speck of doubt. She half-expected every time they started kissing, from him to pull away, yell incoherently, and leave... again.
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 1:46:37 GMT -5
It felt really, really good to walk passed the long line of tired-looking couples and groups, tell the Host his name and have the man nod and welcome them both warmly. Even better to have a server seat them at a nice table immediately, while a sign indicated the line was a three hour wait. If you were at the front of it, that is.
The menus were provided and David lifted his in front of his face to give him a chance to school his momentary shock over the prices. "Order anything." He said when he felt safe that his voice wouldn't squeak.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 4, 2008 2:00:22 GMT -5
"Alright," she said, perusing over the menu. Half of it was in a language she needed Marie or an dumb, studdish Italian to understand. She sighed.
Her smug superiority cruising past the line-waiters began to dwindle. "What are you getting?" she asked.
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 2:07:01 GMT -5
While she'd been focusing on her menu, David had tried to discreetly move his chair and place-setting a little close to her, since their table was a bit big for just two people. When she looked up, he looked a little guilty and gave her a nervous smile. "Uh, the steak." Which was the only thing he recognized as coming from a normal part of an animal. He was too worried he'd order brain or eyeballs if he wasn't careful.
This close he could smell her perfume and he was just plain happier being closer to her. "Would you like something to drink?" He knew he would, as long as his hand didn't shake too bad when he put the glass to his lips.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 4, 2008 23:07:24 GMT -5
She raised an eyebrow, smiling, almost tempted to laugh. The steak.
"Well, that's what I'll get too."
And she wouldn't say, 'the 8 oz. tenderlion in mushroom varnish, medium well.' She'd say, The Steak.
"Yes, please," she said. "Let's get... wine. Red."
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Post by Jules on Dec 4, 2008 23:16:04 GMT -5
He ordered for them both, letting her interject when asked about how they wanted 'The Steaks' done. He asked for their finest Red Wine and then turned his attention happily back to Sam.
"I'm sorry about that day with the picnic. I didn't mean to hurt you."
But he supposed whether he meant to or not, he'd still done it. He just really, really hoped he wasn't going to do it again. He grinned in a way that, for David, was slyly, and took her hand. "It would help if we kept continuous contact, you know."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 5, 2008 0:03:29 GMT -5
Again the hint of doubt rose and she bit her lip against it.
"I know," she said softly, "And I know I might have.... overreacted, but I just.... like you." Cue blush and eyes to tablecloth. "Very much."
She glanced up as he took her hand and smiled. "We're positively nauseating, you and I. But I like it."
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Post by Jules on Dec 5, 2008 0:14:20 GMT -5
He shrugged his shoulders. "You're tolerable, I suppose." He teased, but kissed her quickly on the mouth so she was sure he was teasing. There meal came promptly, moreso than he would've expected, and he reluctantly broke off the hand-hold. It had been helping, a lot, to be constantly aware of her skin on his. To make up for it, over the course of the meal, he made sure to have plenty of little excuses to touch her.
He would tickled his fingers on the back of her hand, or tuck a strand of hair that kept coming loose behind her ear, and he would always linger longer than necessary. "What's it like, having guys after you constantly? I imagine it's not always so pleasant?"
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