I open the car door for you and take your hand as I fumble with my key ring selecting the key the realtor gave me not an hour before.
"I know you won't have furniture until tomorrow but I say we christen the house," you smile at me as I get the door unlocked and we enter.
"What do you have in mind?" I ask.
You unzip the overstuffed bag you've kept with you all day, your "mystery bag" you've called it when I've asked. As the bag opens I see a blanket. A thick and soft one that looks perfect for snuggling. Pulling it out you hand it to me, "Hold this, there's more."
A bottle of champagne and two cheap plastic glasses follow. I laugh at your sneakiness and sweetness.
I spread the blanket in front of the fireplace and you put the bottle and glasses down in the middle.
"I'll be right back, I've got my own surprise," I say before heading out the door. When I come back in our new house I have a fire starter log, wood, and a lighter. "How about you crank the a/c down and I'll get this going?"
You hop up from pouring the champagne and are back just as I get the log going. "It's down to 65, if I get cold you'll have to snuggle with me," you tell me with a wink. "Now a toast..."
"To friendship, to friends who can be more," I say.
"And to your new house," you add.
"And Carrie, thank you for agreeing to come down and help me this weekend," I say.
We clink plastic before downing our champagne in one gulp.
"That was actually good," I say surprised.
"No $2 bottle for us. I spent a whole $10!" We laugh and it's then that you lean over and kiss me. Your lips taste of the champagne we just drank. My hand moves to your hair tangling in it as the kiss deepens. We get lost in the kiss when we hear a thud. We part quickly and notice the bottle of champagne on its side. You right it but not before some spilled out, "I know I'm a good kisser but you've already created a wet spot?" you tease.
I laugh, "Shall we go create a few more?" I pull you to your feet and throw a log on the fire before taking your hand and leading you upstairs.
"Won't we need the blanket?" you ask as we reach the top.
"We'll end up back here and use it then," I smile at you.
There are three bedrooms upstairs and an open room that we've already decided will be your author's corner. I pull you into one of the bedrooms and lean down and kiss you again. My tongue finds yours and pulls it into my mouth. As we kiss and explore I reach up and begin unbuttoning your shirt. You offer no resistance, moaning as I pull it off of you and let my hands graze across your tight nipples visible through your bra. I pull away, "Next room," I gasp.