Ten Things You Like To Do On A Date
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sandandwater1. “Dabo Kolo is the name of the restaurant, Ro…and of an amazing dessert.” Pippa laughs as she tugs him down the sidewalk, both of her hands clasping one of his. “And this time, you are writing your name on the ceiling. Just stand on the bar, that’s what I did…” She loves finding quirky little ethnic restaurants where the food is as excellent as the ambiance.
2. “I made popcorn and rice krispie treats, I couldn’t make up my mind about salty or sweet so there’s both. And you can choose, Muppets Take Manhattan or Roman Holiday.” She holds up the DVD cases, well aware that there isn’t much of a choice here for him, they are two of her favorite movies.
3. His arm is around her waist, her cheek pressed to his chest as they move in time to the music, something slow and while they are both capable of more complicated dance steps, the simple swaying box-step suits Pippa and Rory for the time being. It is a chance to catch their breath as well as an excuse to touch more of each other in a public setting.
4. Laughter, panicked screams and then more laughing. “Stop that! Oh, my word, Ro, you are going to knock us both into the water if you don’t stop that!” In a rowboat at Central Park, cliché as it might be, she enjoys the manufactured romance of the setting—when her boyfriend isn’t clowning around and threatening to capsize the small vessel.
5. Sitting in the back of a quiet bar, she’s playing with the melting candle wax from the lone light source at their table. Having slipped her feet out of her shoes, they are resting bare in his lap. Both of them are nursing drinks, their quiet conversation the real intoxicant here.
6. She’s lying on the floor of his living room; the youngest member of his band is laying on Pippa in turn. Both of them are giggling like schoolgirls and even though she knows Rory can hear them, she’s glad he’s pretending otherwise at the moment. Double dates when three of the four are close friends and the fourth is odd-man-out…“I’m sure he’s not always so dreadfully dull, Sascha.” More laughter. “Oh, no! That’s even worse than being a bore! My sympathies…no! Of course I am not speaking from experience!”
Rory can’t keep from sniggering at that.
7. Far outside the city on back roads, no traffic and gorgeous weather, she's content. Sitting on the back of his bike, arms looped around his middle and her body pressed against his back, Pippa doesn’t mind the fact that they can’t talk over the roar of the wind or through the thickness of their helmets. They don’t have a destination in mind, he’ll pull over to the shoulder at some point and they’ll decide if they want to head back to his place or hers. Maybe she’ll suggest they keep going north for a while.
8. She stops in front of another large window display, something’s caught her eye and he’s stopped with her, trying to guess what it is that she’s falling in love with this time. “That is the most disgustingly vulgar color combination I have ever seen.”
Or not.
He laughs and asks where she’d wear it and gets a playful swat to his gut for his efforts.
9. Making dinner together, he’s once again proving that he does know his way around kitchen basics. She’s enjoying the game of pinching things from the cutting board as he slices the vegetables. If things eventually devolve into a food fight where he’s dropping ice cubes down her back and she’s showering him with cold water from the sink’s spray nozzle…
10. Lying on her stomach, pillow tucked under her chin, Pippa’s head is turned to watch their shadows on the far wall as she continues to offer thoughts and observations, laughter and murmurs of pleasure. “That has nothing to do with the band, Ro…it better not!”
His lips keep teasing the back of her knee, tongue tracing idle patterns on sensitive skin, his hand tucked between her thighs. “Mmm…no? I was thinking about…” His other hand caresses the curve of her ass, fingers pressing into soft flesh, “This…you. Mmm…a lot of this.”
So, maybe it wasn’t much of a date, but she has come home from the gig with the lead singer. Again.
2. “I made popcorn and rice krispie treats, I couldn’t make up my mind about salty or sweet so there’s both. And you can choose, Muppets Take Manhattan or Roman Holiday.” She holds up the DVD cases, well aware that there isn’t much of a choice here for him, they are two of her favorite movies.
3. His arm is around her waist, her cheek pressed to his chest as they move in time to the music, something slow and while they are both capable of more complicated dance steps, the simple swaying box-step suits Pippa and Rory for the time being. It is a chance to catch their breath as well as an excuse to touch more of each other in a public setting.
4. Laughter, panicked screams and then more laughing. “Stop that! Oh, my word, Ro, you are going to knock us both into the water if you don’t stop that!” In a rowboat at Central Park, cliché as it might be, she enjoys the manufactured romance of the setting—when her boyfriend isn’t clowning around and threatening to capsize the small vessel.
5. Sitting in the back of a quiet bar, she’s playing with the melting candle wax from the lone light source at their table. Having slipped her feet out of her shoes, they are resting bare in his lap. Both of them are nursing drinks, their quiet conversation the real intoxicant here.
6. She’s lying on the floor of his living room; the youngest member of his band is laying on Pippa in turn. Both of them are giggling like schoolgirls and even though she knows Rory can hear them, she’s glad he’s pretending otherwise at the moment. Double dates when three of the four are close friends and the fourth is odd-man-out…“I’m sure he’s not always so dreadfully dull, Sascha.” More laughter. “Oh, no! That’s even worse than being a bore! My sympathies…no! Of course I am not speaking from experience!”
Rory can’t keep from sniggering at that.
7. Far outside the city on back roads, no traffic and gorgeous weather, she's content. Sitting on the back of his bike, arms looped around his middle and her body pressed against his back, Pippa doesn’t mind the fact that they can’t talk over the roar of the wind or through the thickness of their helmets. They don’t have a destination in mind, he’ll pull over to the shoulder at some point and they’ll decide if they want to head back to his place or hers. Maybe she’ll suggest they keep going north for a while.
8. She stops in front of another large window display, something’s caught her eye and he’s stopped with her, trying to guess what it is that she’s falling in love with this time. “That is the most disgustingly vulgar color combination I have ever seen.”
Or not.
He laughs and asks where she’d wear it and gets a playful swat to his gut for his efforts.
9. Making dinner together, he’s once again proving that he does know his way around kitchen basics. She’s enjoying the game of pinching things from the cutting board as he slices the vegetables. If things eventually devolve into a food fight where he’s dropping ice cubes down her back and she’s showering him with cold water from the sink’s spray nozzle…
10. Lying on her stomach, pillow tucked under her chin, Pippa’s head is turned to watch their shadows on the far wall as she continues to offer thoughts and observations, laughter and murmurs of pleasure. “That has nothing to do with the band, Ro…it better not!”
His lips keep teasing the back of her knee, tongue tracing idle patterns on sensitive skin, his hand tucked between her thighs. “Mmm…no? I was thinking about…” His other hand caresses the curve of her ass, fingers pressing into soft flesh, “This…you. Mmm…a lot of this.”
So, maybe it wasn’t much of a date, but she has come home from the gig with the lead singer. Again.
