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 Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 12:12 am
Red wine was always his favorite of the two, and Nadia had picked a good one; he swirled the drink in the glass and enjoyed the smell before he ever considered taking a sip. - weren't relationships a bit like wine? Yes, you could go ahead and sip straight from the bottle as though it were a soft drink. Or you could savor it. Relish it. Let it do something to you.
And then...
He was aware of her eyes on him in the comfortable silence, the way he'd half-hoped she was earlier in the day when he'd had to chance. He remember the pang of what was almost disappointment when he glanced back and realized she was politely glancing down at her phone, none the wiser to her subtle snap of the camera. Knowing now that she was looking at him, only him, even if he'd known already there was no one else...
He didn't tense as she entered his personal space; they'd been this close before, maybe closer. Lorne was intimidated by it. He wasn't suffocated. He wasn't uneasy or uncomfortable. Nervous, a little, yes, but nerves he could handle. It wasn't the same - it wasn't the same as his ex at all, and never had been.
He set his glass down on the ground behind her, to a side, easily reaching over her to do it. Then, the same hand coiled in to cup her cheek as he pulled it back, and the other tentatively, lightly fell to her hip. He took a half step forward, so there was hardly any space between them, and leaned down.
"I-If I do anything, " and the suddenness of his own voice surprised him; he still spoke softly, but his words were impassioned, not quite pleading or demanding but something with a hint of both, "That you don't like - or you do - anything - tell me, please." There would be no time to question his request, assertion, whatever it was; seconds later his lips were on her own, soft yes, but with the same kind of heat that he'd shown her a taste of at the school.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:08 am
Wine was definitely doing something to Lorne. She could see most of the tension fade, and she could tell he was enjoying it. That pleased her, knowing that she picked out a red that he would enjoy. She was used to whites and slight pinks, mainly because they were light and crisp.
She felt, at most, in ease when she was in his space. It was as if she was being surrounded by Lorne really. It allowed her to fall into his eyes, and to draw back, only to fall into his shy smile. It allowed her to fall in and out with him, continuously, and stronger then before.
Her heart raced at the idea, just the hint of love that she knew was brewing deep inside her. When she had told Andrew(Isaiah) what she had about Lorne, she had not lied. He kept her interested, by being himself. He never bored her, he never could. He was, in short, her greatest find and treasure. And so much more then that.
She had set down her wine already, she was already lost in his voice. It was soft, and he didn't stutter as much, though she wished he did. It was all pieces of him that she loved. She looked up to him, because he needed to understand. What she gave him, and what she took? She would never regret or be upset with.
"The only thing you would do to me that I didn't like Lorne," She circled her arms around his neck, "Is think that for a moment that I wouldn't-" The words didn't get much farther then that as his lips placed on hers and she was lost again. Soft and gentle but still, under it all, was the quiet passion he held. He was not a forceful lover, she thought, he did not want speed, or to get it over with.
No, he wanted slow and sweet and touching. Her kiss reflected that same tenderness, her eyes closing as she let her tongue slip over his lips, a subtle hint to allow her a little bit deeper. She could smell the red wine, and it was heavy in the air, she thought. Or maybe her mind was all clouded.
It felt, she sparked, really ******** good.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 1:30 am
Nadia wouldn't know why he'd said it; Colin knew all about Archer through careful conversations about - the nature of these things - and of course he'd come up. Lorne didn't really want to tell her about it, either. Maybe it was a little selfish, or a little stupid, but... he just sort of wished he could pretend it'd never happened. He just wanted to be good for her, and he just wanted this to stay as different as it'd been.
He knew what she meant, even as he cut her off. He already knew what she'd been starting to say to him. And he adored her for it, grazing her chin with his fingers as he kissed her, easing forward so her back would press lightly against the counter top. Being like this, shirtless and standing flush against his girlfriend, was daunting - he felt exposed - but like always, with her, it wasn't a bad thing.
He could trust her.
He did trust her.
He did want --
Lorne's lips parted, and he made a small sound of contentment, and his hand was sliding slowly up and down her side.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 5:10 pm
Her own hands fell down from his shoulders, sliding over the lean muscles of his arm, then resting into the crook of his arm. That feeling of strength there was not lost on her, and she enjoyed knowing that it was Lorne's arms around her.
Was that silly?
Her tongue slipped in slowly, teasing and comforting his own. She did not press, though she wanted too. Though the hazy part of her wanted to ignore the fact that food was cooking, and that he was new to the attentions of a woman.
He never told her of his past lover(s) but that was okay too, because being with him was like learning too. As slowly as she could, she fell back on her heels, opening her eyes and looking up at him.
"The meatballs are done." She smiled, urging him away so she could pull them out. "Let's eat Handsome." So she could skip right to dessert.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:35 pm
All things considered, Lorne was surprisingly responsive - although his cheeks burned, he didn't shy away, and brushed his tongue softly but surely once across her own. She didn't know it wasn't his first kiss like this - her kiss was just - better. Comfortable and passionate and just right for him.
It was barely audible at all, especially with the music - but when she pulled away and his eyes fluttered half-open, Lorne made the slightly, quietest little sound of protest imaginable.
"Oh. The meatballs."
His cheeks burned darker, and he tentatively stepped aside, then hesitated, then when she turned to get the meatballs, he very lightly rested a palm on her back - just for a few seconds, at the most, but - he let his hand drop back to his side and backed up a step or two. "They smell good, " he said quietly, like he was trying to shake off the wave of emotions both familiar and new.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:57 pm
She went about dishing them up, but she didn't forget for one instant, that when she pulled out the food, that his hand had easily found her back and it was....a little scary.
It was scary how right it felt and that for even a moment, she considered what it'd be like to have this every night, with Lorne. So she wiped the thoughts away. She was, not allowed, to have fear over being with Lorne after accepting everything about them.
"Here you go handsome." She handed over a plate and took a seat on the opposite side, where her comfortable bar seats were. She made sure to fill her wine glass full though.
It wasn't like she was suddenly nervous.
"We should dance." She said, smiling up at him, "After we eat. To the music."
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2015 12:08 am
"Thank you." He gratefully accepted the plate, flashing her one of his soft, sweet smiles, and his cheeks still burned. Though really, even if traces of shyness still lingered, he looked as happy as he felt. And he was, very much so. A little afraid, still a little unsure, still a little - overwhelmed wasn't the right word, because that would insinuate she was pushing him, and she wasn't.
Lorne gave a happy little hum on the first few bits, as delighted as ever with Nadia's cooking. "These are probably the best I've ever had, " he declared with a decided little nod, and with no exaggeration. Soft and tender and not too salty. Just right. "How did you get to be so good at this?"
Then, the blush, nearly gone, returned, and he gave a shy smile at the request. "I-I'm an awful dancer, " Lorne admitted, rather apologetically - although he didn't say no. It was more of a warning than a refusal. It was a bit lame though, wasn't it? That a dancer had a boyfriend with two left feet, more than six feet of awkward on any given dance floor.
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 1:14 am
She laughed at his praise. She ate through most of her plate, listening to him.
"That's ridiculous, you've had to have better." She opened her eyes to look at him. "I'm not, but thanks for the compliments." She finished her plate, pushing it towards the sink.
"I don't care." She got up, and then leaned over him, pushing his plate away. "I want to dance, with the man I love." She tugged at his hand. "Don't you want that? Mister two left feet?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2015 5:37 am
"Absolutely not, " he declared confidently - which, really, was something of an accomplishment - as he quickly finished off his place, carefully wiping around his mouth to take care of any lingering sauce. (Because yes Nadia seemed to find him attractive no matter what, somehow - but he wasn't about to subject her to any saucy mouthed kisses.) "You are, absolutely, the best - the best at making meatballs, the best at resurrecting plants from beyond the grave - " The best at so many things; Nadia was undeniably an absolutely, mind-blowingly amazing woman.
Then, she was leaning over Lorne - and in so many words, she completely stunned him. His eyes were wide, his lips were parted in awe, his cheeks burning hot, and his fingers curled reflexively to tangle with her's.
Love. Love. She'd said love.
Wonder washed over him. Disbelief heightened it. A cautious, hopeful wave of euphoria made his heart pound.
She loved him? Him?
"I do, " and he rose from his seat, his legs supporting him smoothly even if they felt like jelly. "I do want that."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 12:35 am
She would've LOVED saucy mouth kisses, Lorne why would you waste it so. "Please handsome." She laughed lightly, blushing now that wine had settled and she was more hyper-aware while still trying to relax.
She hadn't realized that she had dropped the L bomb until she had his hand in hers, and she was wrapping her arm over his shoulder. A sort of waltz position. He didn't even need to do anything, but let her rock and sway them around. The music drifted to something heavy and slow, a small ballad of words she didn't understand.
She pursued her lips a little, debating on bringing it up again. She had said something important, at the drop of a dance, something she had been fighting and it had just spilled out. How did she explain it? How did she ask for the words in return? Did he even feel the same? Had she made it worse? For the first time since she had been born...Nadia was nervous.
"How come you say you dance with two left feet Lorne?" She accused with a playful tease in her voice, "I am pretty sure you are doing just fine!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 5:29 am
Love. Love love love.
The word kept bouncing around inside of his head, sending delightful little thrills of delight down his spine, amplified by the wine. Her voice saying that word, that single word meant for him, made the music sound every sweeter. What he realized too late now was - he'd said nothing.
It wasn't that he didn't. There had been so many times Lorne had nearly slipped, but held himself back. The timing wasn't right. To text it, to say it any simple time, it just wasn't good enough. (Even when he thought it might be, his throat locked and dried, because was it really.) Not for a woman like her, a woman he still didn't believe he truly deserved who constantly held his hand, looked him in the eye, and told him what she adored about him. A woman so confident and beautiful and proud and soft and thoughtful and sometimes so very sad.
Now this was the time. This was the time, and she had said it to him first, and here he was dancing with her without saying a word about it. The pressure grew in his chest, tighter and tighter - less like suffocating, no, she wasn't pushing him - it was more - jumping off a cliff ledge and into the cool water below. The feeling just before that, peering over the edge and toeing the stone beneath your feet.
When he heard her voice - it mattered now what she said, just that it was Nadia's voice - with his heart pounding, without thought, he jumped.
"I love you."
He paused, pursing his lips in a reflection of her's, yellow eyes meeting and searching her's. His cheeks were burning like an inferno, and he was squeezing her hand gently in his own.
"Too, " he added a little softer, a little later. "I - I love you too."
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2015 9:29 pm
The dance halted as she looked up at him.
Stunned.
"W...what?"
It was hard not to pretend to hear it but she did and she was just in awe.
"Me?"
FrayedFlower Wow look at this lame tag for you
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 8:17 am
The dark red that had already splayed itself across Lorne's cheeks intensified. She'd stopped the dance. She was looking at up at him, eyes wide in shock and something else, and nerves danced in his belly like so many butterflies. Had he said it at the wrong time after all? - he hadn't read too much into what she'd said before, had he?
Still. It was already said. There was no taking it back now. There was nothing to do now but swallow hard and hope that maybe, just maybe, she would accept it.
"Yes. You. - Just you." Never anyone but you, some part of him wanted to say, and it was a little dizzying. "I do, I - I love you Nadia, I do."
Was that okay?
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Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2015 11:43 am
She was still staring at him but the moment he said it again, her smile was bright and childish and she jumped up on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not caring if he came crashing down with her on him.
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she made happy noises before smacking her lips on his. Then they trailed over his face.
"I love you too." She whispered, "I do. I love you." She felt, so giddy. She wanted, to be so close. The layering of her clothes against his bare skin was unfair and stupid. She wanted in that moment, to be well...just one with him.
"I never thought I'd find someone." She looked at him now, holding his cheeks. "You are the only one for me."
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 10:48 am
Lorne saw a flash of her smile, radiant as anything he had ever known, before she jumped on him, throwing her legs around him. He gave a small sound of surprise, throwing one arm around her back to try and hold her steady as he stumbled, finally tumbling onto into a heap on the ground, his own legs in a tumbled mess under him, and he was leaning back, propping himself up with the other arm. It didn't hurt, though, the fall - once the leap had been taken, the rest was just a matter of gravity, and he'd already fallen in the way that mattered.
Just those happy, incoherent noises and those arms around him alone would have made him happy, his lips warmed by the sweetness of her kiss. But the words she whispered to him then, so softly, so perfectly, so unbelievably - first, he was disbelieving, but disbelief quickly melted away into the widest possible smile he could have had, his yellow eyes practically radiating sunshine they were so bright. "You do, " he repeated in a breathy echo, and then there were hands on his cheeks and he had nowhere to look but into her eyes, sliding his hand slowly up her back, and -
'The only one for me.'
Lorne never thought he'd be that to someone. Especially not to someone like her. The gravity of her statement, the euphoria that came with it, hit him like a physical blow. He felt something crack, giving way within him, felt a surge of heat to his face that wasn't at all to do with blushing, and as hard as he tried to just blink it away, something wet laced down across his cheek and into her fingers.
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