Time passes so slowly. It has only been three days since I last saw my Angel but it feels like years. That's a drawback to being eternal. When you want things to happen, the time just seems to drag. But tonight I get my wish. Tonight my Angel returns to me and I will give her my dark gift. I will embrace her and bring her into the night. I will give her a choice, of course, but I know she will accept.
We meet just after nightfall. She looks as wonderful as ever, and I shudder with anticipation of what will transpire this evening. We kiss upon greeting, and she presses herself hard against me. I feel myself already stirring, but there is much to do before we come to that part of the proceedings. We explore each other's mouths hungrily, and I feel a sense of urgency in her that I've never noticed before. She goes so far as to brush her hand against my crotch, and murmurs softly when she feels me already getting hard. I laugh a little.
"What are you doing?" I chuckle.
"Just saying hello," she answers. Her eyes. Always her eyes. They just seem to light up for me, and it makes me smile. I'm actually a little shy around her.
"Come on," I tell her. "We've got reservations and we can't be late. Unless you'd rather just skip dinner altogether." She shakes her head.
"No, I don't want to skip anything. Let's go."
We walk together down the street. She puts her hand on my arm, and we chat about how her week has been so far. She tells me she stayed out of work the last two days. I'm a little concerned, because it should not be affecting her this much. She says that she got a bit of a stomach bug and is feeling fine now. I leave it at that. We arrive at the restaurant, and she goes to the hostess. She comes back to me and tells me that the hostess is preparing a table for us in the far corner of the room, hidden from view of almost all the patrons. I look at her again, a curious, bemused look on my face. She simply raises her eyebrows and licks her lips.
"Let's eat." I find myself laughing at her boldness again. We are led to the table by the hostess, and she gives our server strict orders that we are to be left alone once our food arrives. The table is a small round one, with a simple white tablecloth that falls all the way to the floor. Two chairs are on the far side, just about arm's length apart. We order drinks and our food, and begin talking. She asks me if I have enjoyed the last two weeks in her company. Of course, I answer. I tell her how much she means to me in such a short time. She tells me that she has enjoyed it as well, but that tonight will be even better. She stands up.
"Tonight I'm in control. I'm going to go wash my hands and I'll be back. When I get back I'm going to give you a little idea of what you're in store for later."
With that she walks away. I sit there with my mouth gaping. This is not exactly how I saw this evening proceeding. But I was certainly not going to argue. I have my surprise for her, so it's only fair that she gets her chance to surprise me. The waitress comes back with our food while Angel is gone. She smiles at me and I smile weakly back. The waitress leaves when Angel returns.
"Did you miss me?" she asks.
"Always."
She grins at me, locking onto my eyes. Leaning forward, she kisses me again. "Go ahead and start eating, Duncan." She starts on her own food, and I figure that's the end of things for the moment. She eats slowly, savoring each morsel as she goes. I, on the other hand, am ravenous and wolf down my meal. She asks me to slow down, take my time. I nod. I put my fork down and look around the restaurant, wondering absently if she's going to show me what she meant.
