לפני 13 שנים. 26 בספטמבר 2011 בשעה 7:05
Another one from the vaults (mildly edited). Because -- well, it would be rude not to.
Car
What would be the correct form of greeting for such an assignation? she wondered to herself, as she negotiated the lunchtime traffic.
An outstretched arm to shake his hand as he slides into the front seat next to her?
Both arms extended for a warm and friendly hug, that wouldn't reveal her true feelings (a combination of giddy excitement, and nervous terror)?
Or a slow lingering kiss, growing in rapid intensity and passion, sending tingles all over her body, and shivers up and down her spine.
She knew already, without a doubt.
She knew that to kiss him straight away was madness. She also knew that she wouldn't be able to help herself.
Goddamn fucking blind date etiquette.
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This broke every rule she'd ever established for meeting up with a blind date. This was not a public place, it was her car. She could be trapping herself in a tin can with a lunatic.
She didn't care.
She'd felt the connection, when they'd first exchanged emails. It's quite astounding really, how pheromones can travel via email. You can tell from how a person writes, from what they say, from how they phrase... whether it's game on, or no way Jose.
This had been game on from the get go. The click, the connection, that feeling. That smooth lilting accent that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
She'd felt it, instinctively.
And the funny thing was, so had he.
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In the midst of her pondering, the car door swung open, and he slid into the seat next to her.
She was slightly taken aback -- despite having thought of little else than this moment for the past few days. At the last minute, her mind had wandered, and she'd found herself wondering about parking in the city, of all the trivialities that could have occupied her mind at the time.
She turned, and slipped off her sunglasses, as he leaned in towards her. She caught a glimpse of his sparkling green eyes, with a glint that matched her own. He drew closer, and she smelled his cologne; musky, manly and very sexy.
There was a nanosecond of indecision, on her part. As far as he was concerned, it was already signed, sealed and delivered.
His lips felt soft, yet commanding and strong. His tongue teased hers, and her lips teased his in retaliation. She moved closer to him, as he put his hand on her face, the intimacy of which delighted her. Her head spun, and when they finally broke, she panted as she shook her head, vainly trying to return to some semblance of normality.
"That was the official 'hello' " he said. "Why don't you pull over further up the road so i can kiss you again? That'll be in lieu of a 'How are you doing?' "
She mumbled something incoherent in reply, breathless and indistinct; he pointed ahead and indicated that she should drive.
She drove. She parked the car. They kissed again, this time for longer. When they broke, this time he was the one panting.
"I think we should shelve lunch. I think I'll have you for lunch instead."
