Just Past Midnight, 22 February 2016.
Game Time!
Ah, where were we?
Yes. Christian loads the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. “My job! You did all that cooking already.”
“Btw, I bought the champagne at the airport – like I promised – to celebrate finally meeting my mysterious Anna! Shall we have a glass tonight?”
“Yes! And, Christian…?”
“Yes?”
“Do you still have some energy left? We could play one of those card games I told you about.” — Somehow her voice sounds so feminine and sweet in her own ears. Wow, where is that coming from? I’m such a tough lady!
“Of course. I’m feeling much better now after your delicious veggie soup.” — He smiles – looking better indeed.
“Great. So why don’t we sit on the sofa? Have our champagne there?”
Christian has been pleasant company for dinner. Anna feels good around him, but thinks he is quite mysterious, a bit like Finnish guys? It’s hard to know what they are thinking…
Just a little bit of flirting since the soup?
He is easy to talk with, nonetheless, and very well-mannered. It surely feels as though they have known each other for a year? Is that how it feels when there’s chemistry?
I should be stronger. Still unsure about this guy. The meal conversation was just OK. Nothing too impressive. He was shy!
But why does it suddenly feel so good again?? I think it’s the good manners, the dishes he’s loaded into the washer.
And… he’s brought champagne to celebrate meeting me in person. A romantic gesture?
The mystery – the game – is a turn on. There is electricity between you, but you just don’t know what’s gonna happen. Or even how much he likes you.
Anna, you like him, but you want to see if he’ll win you over fully. Keep up – in person – the good work he’s put in through the messages and calls. The challenge is a turn on, too. Did you know that?
OK. Let’s see how he’ll do at my board games. See if he really is smart.
Anna switches off the dining table lights. The living room is as not as bright anymore, as they sit on her couch to play Ugh over the wooden antique chest with the added wheels. She informs him he’ll learn the games by playing – because she will tell him the rules as they move along.
He wins the first game, she sits closer to him. Side by side. She wins the next, their legs are touching slightly now. More relaxed and familiar with each other? There is tension in the air – that much I’m certain of.
“Atishoo. Aaaatisho. Oh, excuse me!” — He goes to the bathroom to blow his nose.
And if we’re still playin’ around, boy, that’s just fine. 🎶 I think!!
Sorry, Anna can’t remember who won the challenge. Eurgh.
Oh! Who cares! The games are really fun, but the whole point is obviously just being able to sit very close to each other. You know as much, right?
Sweet memories will last a long, long time 🎶
The game ends. They have a laugh and he says something. Whatever – it is not important. Christian stands up to take their glasses back to the kitchen.
“It’s getting pretty late, I should get going,” he tests her.
“Really? Let’s play another game! This one here, Love Letter. I’m on holiday, remember? So there’s no hurry. No alarm clocks for tomorrow,” she tests him back.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes! Please?”
“OK, so let me refill a glass of champagne for us to share. Wow. This is the cleanest fridge I have ever seen.” — He stands there, admiring the insides.
“Stop it, you’re just saying that. I haven’t cleaned it for weeks!”
“And you’ve bought grapes!” — Christian adds. — “Haha. Naughty! But remember I’m the sick one, so you’re gonna do all the mouth-feeding.”
“You’re funny, Christian. That will be dessert for later. If you win!! We shall see.”
Love Letter ends and Christian leans back on the couch. She turns towards him and lightly touches his blue SuperDry shirt, complimenting him on his choice of outfit.
He grabs her hand and their fingers intertwine. She smiles. Maybe blushes just a little bit. They say a few things. Anna can’t remember what, but she remembers how she felt with him. The growing desire. His long warm fingers. His mouth.
The flirting is intense now. Finally! Magnetism draws them together, and now they are kissing and kisssing. Amidst the zillion butterflies fluttering their amazing little wings in the air. Zizzzz. This feels so electric. Zizzz.
They look at each other. Zizzzz. Deep gazes. Zizzzz. The desire is so intense. Zizzzz……….
“Anna, you’re so beautiful, sexy girl.” — clothes being dropped everywhere.
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🎼 Let’s get excited, we just can’t hide it
I’m about…
Wrap myself around you
I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you 🎶
I just can’t get enough
And if you move real slow, I’ll let it go
I’m about to lose control and I think I like it
I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it
And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you
I’m about to lose control and I think I like it (yeah)
I’m so excited (how did you get to me?), and I can’t deny, no, no, no (I’ve got to give it up)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)I know, I know, that I want you
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Hey, hey I think I like it (yeah)
I’m so excited (how did you get to me?), you got me (I’ve got to give it up)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Oh, ooh I like it boy
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, ow) 🎶
© 2017 rf
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