They argued a little over who would drive. It was Louise's car, and they were driving to her house, but she knew that Steven suffered from motion sickness. They'd talked about it, in one of their many online chats in the previous few months. Steven insisted she drive, her car, her town, her house. He never liked to be driven, but he'd do anything to keep Louise comfortable. He just asked her to drive carefully, otherwise he might actually be sick.
Louise eased the car out of the airport carpark straight onto the M23 highway. No stops and starts, not many corners, Steven would be able to manage being a passenger. He relaxed, their conversation started to flow. Her words filled the cabin like a siren song to him. She reached her hand over, he took it in his, interlocking their fingers together. That touch. Oh that touch, just being able to make a physical connection was something they'd not had in their relationship.
As they drove out of town, the buildings gave way to bushland, spectacular greenery, majestic trees and rolling farmland. It was a beautful part of the world, bathed in the bright light of the late morning sun. In spite of the view, Steven scarcely looked out of his window. Seated next to him was an alluring Aphrodite, a captivating beauty he could scarcely take his eyes off of. He visually inspected her, transfixed by her stunning looks.
He was holding her hand, but it wasn't enough. His other hand started stroking her arm. He wanted to touch her. It had been months. He craved physical connection and could finally get it. He wanted more.
Knowing the trip to her place out of town was an hour's drive, Steven couldn't wait. He started to hatch an idea. He drew his gaze away from his beautiful companion and looked down the road.
He started to squirm a little in his seat. He needed to give her an idea that he might be uncomfortable. Louise started to notice his apparent discomfort, "Are you ok?" she asked.
Steven told her, "Yeah, I'll let you know." A slight smirk painting itself on his face.
He watched the road ahead, looking for something special. In the distance he could see it, a grassy field, tufts of long grass mixed in among it. Perfect.
He tensed up in his seat, "Uhh, hey, Louise, you'd better pull over up here," he moaned.
"Shit, what? Are you gonna be sick?" she replied.
She pulled the car over, just about in the perfect spot for Steven's plan. He jumped out of the car and ran into the field, into the long grass. Louise was a nurse, so caring was in her nature. Her automatic response was to get out too. She didn't see exactly where he was, he'd disappeared in the long grass. She called out to him, "Steven? Where are you? Are you ok?"
"I might be sick."
She followed his voice, finding him buckled over in the bushes. Her warm-hearted concern took over, she approached him, put her hand onto his back to gently rub him to make him feel better.
"Are you going to be sick?" she asked again.
Steven hesitated for a moment. It was beautiful. He'd never had anyone really care for him before. They'd talked online and on the phone, but really he didn't know this woman, and here she was giving him care. It was a beautiful moment, he felt his feelings swell for her. However, shortlived as he stood bolt upright, a cheeky smile on his face. "Yep, I'm fine now. Was just going to be sick if I couldn't have you!"