The festival hosted by The Campus was that night.
They had harvested an overabundance of corn, and decided to make a whole thing of it. You smile as you walk in, clad in your favorite sundress and wedges. You are really feeling yourself, your hair loose about your shoulders, your hips swaying with every step you took.
"Why, hello, Agent." You smile as you turn around, looking up into the face of none other than Henry Hayes.
"Hello, Hayes." You say. He looks like he is struggling to keep his eyes on yours as he hands you a bag of popcorn. "Holy..." You say, taking a bite. You moan loudly, closing your eyes as you savor the treat. You hear him chuckle.
"I'm on my fourth bag." Hayes said, smiling. He crunched on a handful, before his attention was pulled elsewhere. "Enjoy the festival." He said. Was he...checking you out?
He is just a man,
you think as you watch him walk away with interest you had refused to act on these past few months. No one had ever seen you out of your work clothes or wristwatch, before. At least, before the Green Poison.
You walk over to the dining area, smiling from ear-to-ear as you watched kids devour ears of corn, butter staining their shirts and cheeks. You laugh when one offers you the rest of their corn. You squat down to their level.
"That's yours, silly!" You say. "You don't have to share it!"
"But where's yours?" They ask. You smile.
"I'm going to go get one." You say. "Eat up, little friend." You mess up their hair before they run off to play. A hand comes into view, reaching down to offer help up. Your eyes follow the hand until you're looking into icy, beautiful blue eyes.
"Thought you could use some help." He said. His dark hair was slicked back, his beard short and trim. His smile was kind, but you thought you've seen this man before.
If so, where?
You smile back up at him, taking his hand. He pulls you up with ease, his muscles flexing against the skin of your hand. His eyes drink you in, and you can't help but stare.
You've
seen
this man somewhere.
"Have we met?" You ask, tilting your head. He smiles.
"Have we?" He asks. Your brows raise, noting his avoidance of the question. "I'm embarrassed to admit that I'm here without a date." He says.
"I came alone, too." You say. You offer him some popcorn. "So, when's curfew?" You ask. He laughs, a low chuckle that makes your insides throb with excitement.
What were the chances?
He takes some popcorn, and he has the same reaction you did minutes ago. He moans, closing his eyes for a second.
"And to think..." He said. "...I wasn't a big fan of popcorn before all this." He smirks. "Curfew? Me?"
You laugh. "Just wondering when I should have you back by." You don't know what it is, but you feel rather bold around this man. Something just seemed to pull you in and build you up.
"I won't be missed too long." He said, his smile fading a little. You tilt your head at him, drawing his attention to you. He offers you his arm. "Shall we, Agent?" He says. You take it, even as your mind struggles to connect the way he said 'Agent.'
You had to figure this out. And what better way than on a date with the mystery man?
"Lead the way." You say, smiling up at him. He smiles back, and your heart does cartwheels, your core already heated. The way he looked at you...you could tell he was thinking in high-gear.
You sit down a few minutes later, with plates of pot roast and veggies and corn on the cob, complete with butter slathered onto it. You bite your lip as you smile wide at the plate, already knowing which part of your meal you'd be starting with. You look up to your date, who was looking at you with that same analyzing gaze he had before.
You can't help but notice how your wetness has already soaked through your panties, your thighs rubbing themselves together underneath the table as you tried to calm yourself down. Your heart refused the order outright, instead bringing a blush to your cheeks as you looked into his eyes.
Your stomach growled; loudly. He laughed, picked up the corn, and looked back at you.
"To our...first date." He said. You laugh, touching your ear of corn to his, the butter already dripping as it mixed with itself.
"Cheers!" You say, crying out as butter dripped down your fingers to your wrist, then your elbow. You laugh as you lick it up, moaning as you do so. You hadn't had actual butter in...god, how long?
You look over at your date and see him watching you. The look in his eyes was the same you saw from hostages you rescued, when they had been starved for days.
Fuck this.
You think, putting your corn down and slowly lick the butter from your fingers, moaning happily. Your eyes open to see him lowering his corn, contemplating how far he wanted to go.
What am I doing?
You ask yourself. You look around, noting that all the kids had already gone home. It was late when the festival started, and later still since you had come in.
"I'm being foreward." You say. "I apologize. I'm not usually this..." You struggle to find a word for it, before he beats you to the punch.
"Relatable?" He asks. You freeze, his eyes drawing you in yet again. "
Beautiful?
Because I call bullshit on that one." You are blushing hard as you look away, taking the corn back up from your plate.
"Thank you." You say, sheepishly. You feel him touch your finger, and you look up only to realize he had his lips around your pointer finger as he licks the butter from it. His eyes flick up to watch you as her takes the next finger, his tongue licking around the tip before he sucked the rest of it off.
You were
so
getting laid that night.
"Can't let it go to waste." He said. You were speechless; was this all
really
happening? You watched as he began to eat, his eyes flicking up to check on you.
You had a feeling you'd be
begging
for him to take you before the night was over.
After eating, blushing like a new bride, the jazz concert began on the stage on the second floor. The whole first floor had people dancing as the band played above them. Before he could protest, you pull him onto the dance floor, before you twirl in graceful circles.