“Yes sir, a table for two please.” Loki spoke into the phone as you walked into the room, “Thank you.”
You were so happy, so ready for the rest of this night. As you grabbed for your handbag, you asked where he’d gotten a table at. Your voice cloaked in a smile. He turned and seen you, for the first time since you went upstairs to get ‘dressed up’.
“Oh, my sh-. . .” his eyes widened as he took you all in. Your hair, now cascading down over your shoulders. How had you done that? It was in a bun just minuets ago. Your lashed so long they almost reached your eyebrow. Bright, bold red painted across your lips. Your mouth matched the flowy, quite short, bright red sun dress you had chosen. The little white polka dots all across it tied in the perfectly matched white shoes you had picked.
You began blushing under his absolutely ridiculous staring. This was nothing, he had seen you in much sexier things. So why would he . . .?
“You look,” shaking his head and walking towards you, he began to place his hands on your sides and smiled. You laughed and rested your hands on his wrists as you asked,
“I look what?” as his eyes ran over every inch of you
Raising his eyes to meet yours, “ravishing”.
His lips crashed into yours and you were almost shocked. He was forceful, but it was so welcomed. His tongue brushed against you bottom lip. You gave him permission to go farther, opening your lips, waiting for him. But, instead, he gripped your waist firmly and pushed you away.
Clearing his throat, he looked down for some long, drawn-out silence, “If we’re doing this date night, we’re doing it right.” You were confused at his words. What could that possibly mean. His riddle puzzled your face, and he laughed at your confusion.
Taking a rather large step back, he put his palms up in a rather defensive posture, “so. . .” and with that he walked out the front door.
You searched the room, looking for God knows what. Had he really just walked out the front-freaking-door? My God, he really is like him. . . he promised he’d never walk out. And now he’s literally walked out? No, this couldn’t be! How could he - he didn’t even take any of his crap! *ding*
*ding*
*ding*
Your doorbell rang out and you were more than confused at this point. You were ticked and how dare he walk out? Who, the hell, could possibly be here? you flung the door open with reckless abandon.
What? Loki stopped behind your closed screen-door smiling at you.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“What?” his smile fading, he himself looking confused now.
“You just walk out, what th - “
“Babe!” he cut you off, leaning in a little bit while explaining what he thought was obvious, “It’s a date,” his arms presenting himself, “I’m picking you up. . .”
You both stood, looking each other over, for a little while. Until you took a long breath, and hung your head as your finger-tips reached for your left temple.
“I’m sorry. . .”
“All is forgiven,” with an absolutely undeserved smile.
You smiled back and walked out to meet him, closing the door behind you. As you walked out to the car, he laced his fingers into yours.
“Ah,” he said, stopping mid stride - making you both stand outside of the car - “I almost forgot,” and he held his hand out as a perfect, bring red, and simply the biggest rose you had ever seen appeared from nothing.
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