Twenty four hours. Not a lot of time. But enough of time. Twenty fours hours since she had pissed in front of a complete stranger. Since she had let him fuck her with his face in a parking lot. Since he had walked her home. Twenty four hours and she couldn't stop smiling. She wasn't irritable or sweating. Or frustrated. Twenty four hours was not a lot of time, but it was enough.
'Dorian.' She thought, the smile still plastered on her face. 'It suits him' While simultaneously thinking 'I'm fucked aren't I? Way into fucking deep.'
They had exchanged numbers at her front door. She didn't want it to end. Conversation had been light and breezy, everything that in their time together, so far, was not. Both of them could feel it bubbling under the surface. She didn't want it to end. And at that moment as they stood there staring into each other's eyes all that delicious adrenaline left her body causing her to sag against the door.
"Come on then, give me your keys. Let me help you inside, Wednesday." She couldn't even be irritated. Normally anyone bossing her around like this would get a dirty look. But from Dorian? She rather liked it. He opened the door and waited for her to cross the threshold before following her in. Having him there, in her place, had her head spinning. Some in confusion. In want. In desperation. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her up against his chest.
"Whoa, there. Which way to your room?" She threw her hand out pointing in its direction as he knelt down arm behind her knees and lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She would have protested but she was beyond caring at this point. It brought her closer to him and in that moment, in his arms, fading almost to sleep, the only thing that kept her tethered to the waking realm was the heat of his body. She remembered thinking of how good he smelled. Nothing she had ever come across.
When she woke she found herself laying on top of her covers her shoes off to the side of the bed with a light blanket atop her. On her bedside table there was a glass of water, a banana, and note. She grabbed the water and finished it in a few gulps. It was when she grabbed the banana and the note that she noticed the smile plastered on her face. She placed the fruit down next to her on the bed and opened her little letter.
"Good morning, Wednesday. I trust you've slept well. The night took you as soon as your head hit your pillow. I would love to see you again. Soon. If you find yourself wanting company. Finish the water and banana I left you. I hope you don't keep me waiting too long.
Dorian."
He wasn't even here and still he could cause her head to spin. She grabbed the banana, peeling it slowly thinking about what she could remember before she fell asleep. Obviously everything at the bar was clear. Crystal. The walk she couldn't really remember the conversation other than its ease. The air between them though? There was something there. She broke off a piece of the banana and savored its taste, her mind finding its way back to Dorian. To how he made her feel. Almost out of control. Her time with him was exhilarating. Her thoughts rob her stomach of sustenance, the banana discarded and almost forgotten as she rises and makes her way to the bathroom.
Gazing into the mirror she stares noticing the change behind her eyes, and the smile. Neither bad things. All this thinking of Dorian is making her antsy and since it's her day off she makes her way back to her room grabbing what she needs for a run, suits up, and securely ties her key into her shoelace after locking up and makes her way to her favorite park. It's a lake, man made, but it's something to look at while she enjoyed the five mile loop. The physical exertion left her thoughtless as she rounded back up the steps of her apartment.
An hour later she was showered, shaved, and was making breakfast. A tofu scramble. Her favorite. She wanted nothing more than to text him. Technically, he told her not to keep him waiting..
'Fuck it.' She grabbed her phone sitting down at the island with her cup of coffee. 'No better time than the present.'
"Good morning." She kept it simple. Before she could even put her phone down it pinged, alerting her of his reply.
"Good morning, Wednesday. How did you sleep, Sweet girl?" Her heart raced as she reread his text. What was it about this man? How could he cause such a reaction in her?
"I slept well. Great actually. I got up and went for a run around Center St. Park. Thank you for helping me get into bed last night. It just kinda all hit me at once when we got here. That's, ah, I've never done that before." She couldn't tell if she was rambling but figured he would appreciate her honesty. She placed her phone down and started plating her breakfast. Tofu, zucchini, sweet potato, spinach, and her favorite hot sauce. 'Fucking delicious.'
She gets halfway through her breakfast when she hears her phone ping again.
"Just the passing out or are you talking about our little scene behind the bar as well?" Scene? What an interesting way to put it. "Yes, both, Sir." She falls right back into it with him.
Ping.
"There you are, sweet girl. Are you free today? We could get together, talk about last night."
Sweet girl. His nickname for her brings an instant blush to her cheeks. He wants to get together so soon?
"I am actually. I've some shopping to do but afterwards, would you like to come by my place? We could talk, maybe go get something to eat?" She chews the inside of her cheek while waiting for his reply. A part of her wants to run and hide in her room while the other wants, the other wants things she's not sure she's ready to voice out loud.
Ping.
"Can't wait to see you, Wednesday."
...
It had taken her a little longer than she had expected. But three grocery stores later she was finally on her way home. Thankful for her tips from the night before she was able to splurge a little. She was feeling good. Grateful. Energetic. She pulled into the back entrance while tapping the clicker to open her garage. Turning her music down she proceeded to enter the garage, tapping the clicker again to close the door behind her. She grabbed as many bags as she could and walked into her kitchen placing them down on the table and making a second trip before she got to putting everything away.
She was feeling a little snacky but decided against anything heavy since they might get something later. She grabbed a handful of baby carrots popping them into her mouth while she fished her phone out of her purse.
"Hey, I just got home a little while ago you're more than welcome to head over whenever you like." She walked back to the fridge grabbing some more carrots and poured herself some water.
Ping.
"I'll see you soon, sweet girl."
Her cheeks burned red as she reread his text. 'Get it under control. He'll be here soon.' She looked around her apartment giving it a once over. It was clean. She opened a window in the kitchen and lit her favorite candle in the living room. Palo santo and vetiver. The breeze and the alluring smell of the candle helped put her at ease but it was too quiet. She walked over to the sound system, plugged her phone in, and scrolled through Spotify til she found something without vocals. Perfect she thought. She was trying not to let her nerves get to her when there was a knock at the door. 'Here we go' She thought to herself as she walked over and unlocked the door.
She was nervous as she opened the door so she was looking at his feet. Shy. Very different from how she felt last night. Was it possible to find his shoes attractive? They were simple. Black leather lace less slip on's. They were immaculate. He paired them with black fitted jeans. Not too tight but enough to see the power in his thighs. She found herself licking her lips as she devoured him in a simple white cotton shirt. His sleeves were short and she could see him, all of him. Fuck, he's tall she thought.
There he stood. Looking absolutely gorgeous in her doorway. He had no right.
"Hi." She pulled the door the rest of the way open inviting him in without saying another word.
"Hey." He smiled as he walked past her through the door. As soon as she had shut the door she felt herself being pulled into his arms. He held her there, squeezing her gently as he took a deep breathe in before he nuzzled his head against hers.
"I've haven't been able to get you out of my head, sweet girl. Last night in the parking lot. The noises you made as you came. The look of relief on your face when I finally gave you permission to empty your belly. Or the sweet smile you graced me with as you fell asleep." He pulled back looking her straight in the eyes. His dark brown eyes could see everything she tried to hide from him. They both knew there was something here.
"I know you can feel it. But I want to hear you say it. Tell me you feel it too." His thumb gently traced back and forth on her bottom lip. She wanted to bite it. To suck in into her mouth. She didn't though.
