New York City subway, Winter 2009

You weave through the congested bodies down the stairs... through the turns... and wait with your eyes glued to your 6 inch time zapper of a phone. You glance around the myriad of types of business men and street thugs, tourists and such. Polly texts you and says that she wants all the details if it goes well ...Or she'll give you a rescue call if it tanks. Her blind date...fucking Polly had finally roped her into a blind date with a chap from Accounting, but she swears that he is funnier and cuter than that job sounds.

Doubtful but hopeful...maybe...maybe not...maybe you just wanted to go home and binge watch Netflix and drink port wine.

You fade back into your phone and then a woman's laugh, and you can't help but turn around...you only hear her yet...you open a game, MazeRunner...loading...loading...

"Really Nic...I Got it...I'm on the M to Metropolitan Ave and the band goes on at 10"

Are you the only one listening to this...most people are plugged in so probably so...

Astoria wasn't your usual stop either...an upscale dinner that required you to have to dig in the back of your closet for a slim black dress that hit just to the softest part of your thighs you've been told ...with a modest amount of cleavage for a first date. Mirrors don't lie and your California sun-kissed looks had snared more than a few... you dared a slight smile...no need to worry...everything was going to be okay.

Finally , you're sorting yourself into a slot and settling in next to your neighbors for the next 15-18 minutes...nothing too offensive...and then that laugh again...this time its sudden and you know its her again...she's on her phone now ...same bench as you but across the open space just past the shuttering doors...bent with white earbuds in...long black hair shields her face though...and it melds into a black aviator leather jacket and you don't know why you are still craning to see around the six foot four ish- looking man in the suit.

He smiles at you...no way buddy...wasn't looking at you...why are you even looking at her...the internal censure does nothing to avert your eyes though until your phone buzzes again. Why can't you see her face...

Facebook, instagram, twitter...notifications...pininterest...why...do you waste your time installing this nonsense...you vow to start dumping them now as you scroll.

The doors shutter open and close and while you don't feel anyone wedge past you or through you while you deleted ten apps already...and you realize that tall man had exited and you aren't alone in people watching as you raise your eyes level with hers. She'd been watching you... as you had tried to do with her...she hadn't even had the courtesy to avert her eyes after a couple of seconds of you noticing her... noticing you. That's all you can see and you're tingling.

She wins as you glance down at your phone...twenty minutes until you had to be at the restaurant and that was not going to cause you any anxiety because it was just dinner ...and I mean you had to eat right?

You chance another glance up and she's smiling at you like you're in on the secret joke but really you have no idea what she's thinking…but you can't help grinning like a fool because you can finally see her face and well she's a knock out…all lips and perfect eyebrows….and you play this little game like middle schoolers

Well little did she know that she was a day too late , as single little old you was headed to meet your future husband in fifteen minutes to hear Polly tell it. She already had them coupled off with her and Pete. That should be a relief…but it wasn't… you didn't want to meet him at all. She is looking at you again….you can feel it but you don't look up from your phone as the people shift again.

Suddenly she is right next to you on the pole to your left. Her gaze is locked on you, and you fight the urge to squirm. A lady should be rightly offended at the way her eyes continually caress your thighs…you keep your knees shut…..are you just thinking that she's undressing you or is she….the closeness allows you to see all of her now. Your eyes linger over her ripped jeans and thigh high black boots…..to go along with that sexy leather jacket…..

Ten minutes. Why had the word sexy come to mind…..did you think she was…sexy anyway? Sex and women or sexual situations was not your normal bag of tricks…..but Polly had wanted you to try something new….

Maybe she played in that band you'd heard that she was on her way to meet….you see her now with pupils darker green that nearly lay your skin bare and you don't know why the satisfied smirk on her face after perusing your body makes you hold your chin up higher with pride….it wasn't every day that a six foot beauty decides that you're even close to her league.

You're being ridiculous you think suddenly…..your stop is next and you half-way consider getting off and laying on your couch all weekend…you scroll….should you ditch or go….the car shifts again, you glance up again and the pole is empty.

You don't even notice the seat next to you and suddenly she's in your ear and her breath hits your earlobe and you gasp as if it was her tongue….you'd done all this eye-flirting and now she was moving in for the kill….why did that fact make your heart race even more?

You weren't actually going to do anything about anything…right...because like right now you couldn't decide what to do….your mind was always whirling, never settling on one course of action….definitive decisions were not your strong suit….it was easier to be led. Just stop thinking.

"What's your stop?"

That honey soaked voice was causing your stomach to feel weird and all you can think about when she's this close ...all you can smell is apricots. Fucking apricots…..and you still hadn't spoken a word.

"Astoria"

The cab pitched and whined and she uses the noise to move in closer again.

"Mine's soon…."

"Yea, the band thing" you slip out….

"What?'….she quizzes and then sits up straighter as she realized that you've been watching her longer than she was watching you….she's got you hooked she thinks…does she…

Why would you open up this can of worms …..who knows if she's even single, or really interested? Maybe she's just one of those friendly people or what if she's married…..your blue eyes dart to her ring finger and you hate yourself for feeling relieved to find it empty…..you're crazy really…just have boring dinner with this accountant and then Polly can leave you alone. You notice a tattoo on her right thigh and can think of nothing else.

"My friend is doing a set with the band there... some vocals….I'm giving her a little moral support", she smiles again likely at the unreasonable blush that is creeping up.

"What are you doing later?"

"I really have somewhere I'm supposed to be".

A date. Five minutes left. With a man. Because you had previously only been attracted to men...so you admit that you are attracted to her..you wonder...sexy...yes you did find her sexy...capable of producing sexual thoughts and/or sexual situations...yes, you're sure she's had many sexual situations as her boldness is currently claiming all of your attention and no way was this a first time move...She'd had practice.

Later...you wonder if you'd be on your couch eating the candy that you'd bought for your mom's Christmas basket but you'd opened instead….i mean she'd never know to miss it anyway…..later would this beauty be smashed into a crowd of like minded people listening to music, drinking, laughing…looking for comfort…later she'd be married to this boring accountant and she'd be…

No, she definitely didn't want to go on this date….she was more excited about the time she'd spent in this woman's presence then any date and suddenly doing something new had never smelled so good ...apricots…

Seriously was that her shampoo?….every time she flicked her long hair, the smell was coming at you in waves.

"Okay….after that…it'll run late if you wanna come by"

Why on earth was she pursuing you….She was not accepting the brush off...how long had it been since that had happened…..too long….too long since you had felt your stomach flip and palms sweat. Maybe this wasn't so crazy after all you think, as she leans in and her hand is running along the small of your back. Its hot and possessive as it rests on your right hip. You should pull away but you don't…..

"You've definitely made this ride a helluva lot better" she quips and you must agree but your time is running out and your stop is coming up…..off of this train and back to your real life that doesn't include beautiful rock-star women who smelled of danger and leather with lust filled eyes that promise ecstasy….ecstasy should never be forgotten. You feel the train begin to slow.

"You know I really can't stay"….one last ditch effort to do the right thing…

You can't think when she begins to trace small circles with her thumb on your inner thigh with those hot hands, and when she nuzzles that spot behind your ear ….you know that you're not getting off at Astoria. The poor bastard will never know that he'd been scooped.

You can barely believe what you're doing as your heart pumps and she's grinning like a Cheshire Cat, with your hands linked together... as she urges you toward the red neon bar sign. You shiver slightly forgetting the chill and your woolen pea coat at home.

You start to lose your nerve when suddenly she pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you and you're face to face. She holds your eyes with hers as she shrugs off her leather jacket and wraps it tightly around you….

"Here, baby it's cold outside", she offers as she kisses your cheek…. you didn't expect such a courtly move. Her voice is sweet and fading as you're enveloped in apricots…

That smell will be the death of you and you know this moment will be the one you tell Polly about…..when you just knew ….you absolutely knew she was something fabulous…

A/N hope you'll enjoy this three-parter...i'm really loving it...i know most won't follow a fic that's not multi-chapter because there's not much sense however I'd love to hear what you think of it...hit that review button...you guys are the best fans ever...next two parts up very soon...also playing around with POV, hope its not too distracting. Let me hear you...my inbox awaits.