watch me rule

johnskingston:

“Someone who doesn’t bore you, first and foremost. Someone who will delight you. Someone who you’re attracted to,” he pointedly responded, grinning wryly back at the porcelain beauty. “If you want a specific answer: me. You should date me.” He was forward, but always knew just the right thing to say. And when he wanted something, he always found a way to get it. “I know a place with the best ice cream, not too far from here. Care to join me?”

As someone who always went for what she wanted, she appreciated the same trait in someone else.  And he seemed to know exactly what he wanted: her. She’d be lying if she didn’t find it extremely flattering, the light rose tint of her cheeks told him as much. A small smile began forming on her lips as she contemplated her answer to his request, as if they both didn’t know her answer would be a yes. “I do love ice cream.” She finally said, already rising to her her feet and extending her hand towards him. 

Lips pulling up into an easy smile, John took the woman’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you, Grace Adams,” he murmured, ever the gentleman. It was the way he’d been raised by his late mother, and trained by his politician of a father. He knew just how charming to be– but never had it served him so well as today. Letting out a quiet laugh, he sat back in her date’s seat, crossing one leg over the other as he looked over at her from across the table. “I’ve been told I’m quite forward. I think far too many people beat around the bush, so I’m always as honest as I can be. Not meaning to offend you, by the way– there’s nothing wrong with boring people. I just don’t think you should be dating anyone boring.”

His hand completely covered her smaller one as he took it in his, “I’m sure.” she replied, nodding her head at him before taking her hand back and laying it on her lap. Amber eyes almost widening when she realized exactly who he was, he was a Kingston, and berating herself for not having realized it sooner. Lips curving up into a smile almost against her will as he spoke. He was laying on the charm and she found that she didn’t mind it much, not like she’d minded it when Adam had tried to charm her to no vail. “And who do you think I should be dating?” 

For quite some time, John Kingston had been seated at the bar of the restaurant where he was to meet his father as well as other men in offices of legislation; it was a meeting his father had put together to talk about his future– it was White House or bust for the Kingston’s, even if John had a few years ahead of him before that could happen. While he waited for the others to show up, he’d ordered a drink and looked around, scanning the large restaurant, already bored out of his mind– until his gaze landed upon a very sweet, demure-looking woman who looked just about as bored as he was. She seemed to be on a date that wasn’t going entirely well, making John laugh to himself. By the time his father showed up, the young woman’s date had excused himself, leaving her there by herself. As he made his way to his own table with his party, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her– and before he could stop himself, or explain himself to his father, who would be furious with him afterwards, no doubt, John had broke away from their group and made a beeline for the young woman’s table, sliding into the seat opposite her. 

A look of indignation flashed on her face for a second, she wasn’t one to date boring men, thank you very much. Michelle on the other hand, had a habit of setting her up on dates with boring men. A habit Grace was going to have to break her out of and soon. However, instead of voicing her thoughts she extended a small hand over the table, “Grace Adams.” she introduced herself, for the first time really taking her time to look at him.