~*~Chapter 2~*~
*Friday evening*
Monica sighed as she stared at John's from behind her steering wheel. She knew she should get out, but she wanted to get her thoughts together first. She wondered if this would be the night, the night when John would finally allow himself to show her how much he loved her. She had grown tired of dropping hints of her own feelings, but she knew she could never give up so long as john continued to look at her in that way that only he did. She checked her light make-up in her mirror, and ran her fingers through her chestnut hair, which she had spent so long perfecting before she left her apartment. Smiling at her reflection, she reached for the bottle of wine in the back seat, and got out the car.
John grinned as the doorbell rang, right on time. That was typically Monica, she was always where you wanted her to be, when you wanted her to be there. Or at least she was for him anyway. As he passed the dinner table he lit the candles he had placed at each end. For the past hour he had been debating whether or not to keep them there, but he knew they were just right by the way his heart leapt just be hearing the doorbell. Answering the door, he could not help but stare at his partner before him. He has always admired her beauty but tonight her looks stunned him. She smiled, approving of him in return, as his eyes lingered over her. Her red fitted shirt hugged her perfect figure tightly, and he allowed his eyes to rest for a few seconds on her chest. He wondered if she knew what she did to him, how much she turned him on simply by being near him. His senses returning, he smiled back, holding the door opening for her. She stopped in her tracks at the door of the lounge, gazing at the wonderful dinner setting john had set up in the corner next to the kitchen.
"Its so gorgeous john, I see you have quite a talent for this kind of thing. You do this a lot?"
"Only for the right company", he replied in a low voice.
He was closer to Monica that she expected, but she was pleasantly surprised to feel him near as he said those words in her ear. Her hair had ever so slightly brushed his cheek and she knew she had been right to spend so long on her hair, secretly knowing it was one of his favourite things about her. She suppressed a shiver as she felt his finger dance over her shoulders as he slipped her coat off. She smiled inwardly as she felt his fingers lightly skim her chest as she slid her arms out. This certainly would be an interesting evening. He took the wine from her and invited her to sit at the table.
"This really is lovely john, I can't believe you went to all this effort just for me", she called through to the kitchen.
"I'm glad you like it", he called back, removing their dinner from the over and pouring two glasses of wine. " Like I said, anything for the right person".
*Later that evening*
Monica placed both their glasses of wine on the coffee table and relaxed into the couch. John was certainly a good cook and dinner had been wonderful. The candles were a nice touch too, and she was pleased that he had thought of the little things as well. As he came back from the kitchen with the bottle of wine, she hoped he would join her on the couch. After topping up both their glasses, John didn't disappoint her. He felt a little uneasy to be sitting so close to her, not because she made him uncomfortable, but because he felt aware he might have misread the way she felt about him. She looked so beautiful as she raised the glass to her lips, and he smiled as he remembered the way the candlelight had danced on her face over dinner, making her look radiant and putting a gentle shine on the hair he had for so long longed to run his fingers through.
"What are you smiling at?" her voice broke his from his thoughts, and she smiled back at him
" I was, uh, I was." he wondered if he should tell her the truth. Taking a deep breath, he smiled a gentle, caring smile.
" I was just thinking how beautiful you look tonight, Monica".
Hearing him use her name made Monica tingle. She had waited so long for him to talk to her like that. She sighed appreciatively, eager to continue with the way things had been going since she arrived at his door earlier that evening. She reached over and took John's glass from his fingers, enjoying the way he looked at her as his fingers brushed hers. She placed them on the coffee table and returned to the sofa, not to her previous place, but instead a lot closer to her gorgeous partner. She snuggled her knees under her and was surprised at how comfortable she felt, sitting only centimetres from john. He brushed his thumb over her shoulder as he laid his arm along the back on the sofa. She looked straight at his and their eyes locked.
"John, why did you invite me here?"
"Honestly?"
" Honestly. I mean, we always see each other on Friday evenings, what made you decide tonight you wanted to have dinner instead, and with me?"
" I can't imagine having dinner with anyone else, Mon"
The way he used her nickname like that made her breath catch in her throat. Part of her wanted to let him take over, but she knew she couldn't rest until she knew he felt the same way as her, until she knew his feelings for her were more than physical.
" You didn't answer my question, John", she whispered, allowing her voice to take on a slight teasing tone. " Why dinner and not just out for a beer as usual?"
John decided not to waste anymore time. He had wanted her here with him, on his couch with him, for so long. He was not going to let her leave thinking she wasn't wanted, not ever again.
" I wanted to have you to myself" he replied honestly.
As he looked for a reaction, her eyes flashed with lust, encouraging him to go further.
" I wanted to have you in my house, where there was no one else around and we could be alone. I know we're often alone in the office, but, I guess I wanted tonight to be different, I wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much I care for you"
~* t b c *~
*Friday evening*
Monica sighed as she stared at John's from behind her steering wheel. She knew she should get out, but she wanted to get her thoughts together first. She wondered if this would be the night, the night when John would finally allow himself to show her how much he loved her. She had grown tired of dropping hints of her own feelings, but she knew she could never give up so long as john continued to look at her in that way that only he did. She checked her light make-up in her mirror, and ran her fingers through her chestnut hair, which she had spent so long perfecting before she left her apartment. Smiling at her reflection, she reached for the bottle of wine in the back seat, and got out the car.
John grinned as the doorbell rang, right on time. That was typically Monica, she was always where you wanted her to be, when you wanted her to be there. Or at least she was for him anyway. As he passed the dinner table he lit the candles he had placed at each end. For the past hour he had been debating whether or not to keep them there, but he knew they were just right by the way his heart leapt just be hearing the doorbell. Answering the door, he could not help but stare at his partner before him. He has always admired her beauty but tonight her looks stunned him. She smiled, approving of him in return, as his eyes lingered over her. Her red fitted shirt hugged her perfect figure tightly, and he allowed his eyes to rest for a few seconds on her chest. He wondered if she knew what she did to him, how much she turned him on simply by being near him. His senses returning, he smiled back, holding the door opening for her. She stopped in her tracks at the door of the lounge, gazing at the wonderful dinner setting john had set up in the corner next to the kitchen.
"Its so gorgeous john, I see you have quite a talent for this kind of thing. You do this a lot?"
"Only for the right company", he replied in a low voice.
He was closer to Monica that she expected, but she was pleasantly surprised to feel him near as he said those words in her ear. Her hair had ever so slightly brushed his cheek and she knew she had been right to spend so long on her hair, secretly knowing it was one of his favourite things about her. She suppressed a shiver as she felt his finger dance over her shoulders as he slipped her coat off. She smiled inwardly as she felt his fingers lightly skim her chest as she slid her arms out. This certainly would be an interesting evening. He took the wine from her and invited her to sit at the table.
"This really is lovely john, I can't believe you went to all this effort just for me", she called through to the kitchen.
"I'm glad you like it", he called back, removing their dinner from the over and pouring two glasses of wine. " Like I said, anything for the right person".
*Later that evening*
Monica placed both their glasses of wine on the coffee table and relaxed into the couch. John was certainly a good cook and dinner had been wonderful. The candles were a nice touch too, and she was pleased that he had thought of the little things as well. As he came back from the kitchen with the bottle of wine, she hoped he would join her on the couch. After topping up both their glasses, John didn't disappoint her. He felt a little uneasy to be sitting so close to her, not because she made him uncomfortable, but because he felt aware he might have misread the way she felt about him. She looked so beautiful as she raised the glass to her lips, and he smiled as he remembered the way the candlelight had danced on her face over dinner, making her look radiant and putting a gentle shine on the hair he had for so long longed to run his fingers through.
"What are you smiling at?" her voice broke his from his thoughts, and she smiled back at him
" I was, uh, I was." he wondered if he should tell her the truth. Taking a deep breath, he smiled a gentle, caring smile.
" I was just thinking how beautiful you look tonight, Monica".
Hearing him use her name made Monica tingle. She had waited so long for him to talk to her like that. She sighed appreciatively, eager to continue with the way things had been going since she arrived at his door earlier that evening. She reached over and took John's glass from his fingers, enjoying the way he looked at her as his fingers brushed hers. She placed them on the coffee table and returned to the sofa, not to her previous place, but instead a lot closer to her gorgeous partner. She snuggled her knees under her and was surprised at how comfortable she felt, sitting only centimetres from john. He brushed his thumb over her shoulder as he laid his arm along the back on the sofa. She looked straight at his and their eyes locked.
"John, why did you invite me here?"
"Honestly?"
" Honestly. I mean, we always see each other on Friday evenings, what made you decide tonight you wanted to have dinner instead, and with me?"
" I can't imagine having dinner with anyone else, Mon"
The way he used her nickname like that made her breath catch in her throat. Part of her wanted to let him take over, but she knew she couldn't rest until she knew he felt the same way as her, until she knew his feelings for her were more than physical.
" You didn't answer my question, John", she whispered, allowing her voice to take on a slight teasing tone. " Why dinner and not just out for a beer as usual?"
John decided not to waste anymore time. He had wanted her here with him, on his couch with him, for so long. He was not going to let her leave thinking she wasn't wanted, not ever again.
" I wanted to have you to myself" he replied honestly.
As he looked for a reaction, her eyes flashed with lust, encouraging him to go further.
" I wanted to have you in my house, where there was no one else around and we could be alone. I know we're often alone in the office, but, I guess I wanted tonight to be different, I wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much I care for you"
~* t b c *~