“Y/N, Y/N!” the loud chants of my name can be heard throughout the room, above the loud music. I decided to let loose and go to my best friend’s brother’s birthday party. Tessa, whom i’ve known for over 5 years, assisted we went to her older brother’s 21st birthday party, saying it was party ‘we could not miss.’
I continue to move hips to the beat, dirty dancing on the kitchen counter top, not giving a care who was filming. I move my hips, shaking my ass to the fast beats, my mini shorts clinging tight to my curves. After my 5th shot of the stinging vodka, I went crazy, my mind not stable to think anymore. I close my eyes, feeling the hype run down my body, I continue to dance, raising my arms in the air. I open my hazy eyes, glancing down at the crowd. I spot a cute boy. He wore a tank top, that exposed his perfect structured arms that I wanted to touch so badly.
He focused on me, his eyes staring looking up at me as he leans down to sip from the red cup in his hand. I stand there, lost and dazed from my dancing. I couldn’t focus anymore.
“Y/N, that was so good!” I hear Tessa cheer from below. I jump down the counter top.
“I got it all on video!” She continues to cheer for me, telling me how good my dancing skills were.
I nod lazily, my mind on able to comprehend what she was saying, her words going straight through my left ear and out of my right. I feel unable to stand up, my legs suddenly feeling weak, as if any moment i’ll collapse. I clutch onto Tessa’s shoulder, leaning my weight onto her. She quickly notices something wrong. She turns her attention to me, holding me with two arms, slowing walking me into a quiet corner.
My mind begins to fuzz, a blur suddenly taking over my vision. Out of the blue, my eyes began to spin, the blur slightly easing my sight. I look around, confusion striking me. I didn’t know where I was.
The bed sheets were soft, white and thick. The room, oddly tidy, clean and crisp, not an object out of place. A slightly familiar scent floats around the room, a woody earthy but warm and slightly rosey scent, travels to my scenes. The scent smelt so nice and welcoming.
“Y/N” A deep voice, still and captivating rang in my ears, signaling my head to turn to its direction.
I see him standing there, with the same red cup and with a hand in his pockets. He looks handsome as ever, his hair brown and soft, making me want to run my fingers through it, his smirk so confident making me suddenly fall into a nervous pit.
“Uh,” I awkwardly begin, “What am I doing here?”
“Well, I saw the way you looked at me the entire night” He replies with a half grin, “and the way you move your body is a sight to see.”
He begins to walk closer to me, moving closer to the side of the bed. The insides of my body starts to tear apart, struggling to breathe, my mind still boozed from the large amount of alcohol I consumed the last hour. I sit there, unable to move, my eyes large and scared for what’s about to happen. He sits his cup on the bed side table before climbing on the bed. He hovers above me, slipping off his expensive slide ons as he gazes into my eyes, his eyes raking over my face intensly. He closes his body around me, supporting himself with his left hand against the headboard. His face so close to mine, I could smell his scent starting to blur my vision.
My body falls apart under him, suddenly I forgot how to breathe. I hold in my breath, eyes wide as he leans beside my ear, “let’s have some fun.”
His voice making me melt instantly, “What do you say baby?”
My tongue suddenly ties in a knot, not being able to reply. He suddenly rubs his thumb inside my inner thighs, making me squirm under his body. I close my eyes, my body not responding anymore. I raise my hips at his touch, wanting more, wanting him to touch me further.
“More,” I breathlessly moan. I didn’t even know his name but it was ridiculous how much I wanted him. I feel myself becoming wetter every second. He continues to tease me, lightly grazing his thumb in my inner thighs, close to where I wanted him to touch. I quickly unbuttoned my denim shorts, signaling him where I needed him most. I clutch the sheets at the side of me, waiting for him to feel me up. I notice his actions suddenly stopping. I open my eyes to see his brown eyes full of lust. My eyes lace in confusion.
“You’re drunk Y/N, I don’t think I should go any further,” he spoke seriously.
“Please, I need you,” I whine breathlessly as I grip his large wrist in a tight grip, wanting him to penetrate me already.
“God, you’re making this so hard,” He groans.
I stare at his face. Eyebrows creased and bottom lip taken between his teeth, looking as if he was trying to control himself. I lunge at him, kissing him forcefully, pouring out my lust and want into the kiss. He slides two fingers against my slick folds. I moan into the kiss before I quickly pull away from his lips, instantly forgetting how to breathe. I begin to let out little pants, breathless as he begins to rub against my core with his large fingers.
“You’re so wet,” He growls deeply. I shut my eyes, loving the way he was making me feel.
“Moan Justin’s name babygirl,” he demands with a warning tone, his warm breath blowing directly in my left ear. His voice edging me closer, making me want to let go already.
A boy I just meet only less than a couple of hours ago has his fingers between my legs. He had a dangerous look on his face the first time i laid eyes on him, already knowing that he was trouble. His arms, decorated with ink and perfectly displayed through his baggy basketball singlet. The way his eyes would follow, indicating me he wanted me right there and then.
Suddenly he plunges two fingers into my heat, feeling myself stretch with his digits. I yelp at his rough actions, my eyes opening wide.
“Say my name Y/N,” he demands once again.
He roughly penetrates me at a fast pace making me go crazy, my body not able to take it any longer. I feel his digits rubbing intensely against my walls, the pleasure so overwhelming. I stare back at him with lazy eyes, my lips not being able to form a sentence anymore, my tongue tying itself in a knot. He gazes right back at me with an intense stare before quickly flicking his eyes down at his fingers disappearing into my heat.
“Come on, baby,” He whispers as he leans in beside my ear, “Am i doing you good?”
He harshly tugs at my left thigh, forcing my legs apart. He continues to plunge his two fingers into my walls. The feeling in my lower stomach becoming so intensely sore, beginning to tighten up.
“Justi-n,” I whine, my voice sounding more high pitched than normal.
I glance down to see his hand deep in my shorts, moving at a fast pace. I feel my stomach tighten to the max, the sudden buildup letting go. I shut my eyes close as I grip the sheets tightly, letting my orgasm wash over me. I peer open my eyes to see Justin’s pupils looking straight into my face.
“I love it when you let go for me,” he says as he licks over his plump bottom lip, his eyes examining my after sex phase.
He keeps his harsh stare as he brings his two fingers between his pink lips, that I wanted to kiss so badly. His fingers dripped with my juices. He cleans them up, taking his time before taking them out. The sight so memorising but also the feeling strangely hitting straight to my core.
I smile hazily at him, barely able to keep my eyes open. My eyes begin to drift off too sleep all to sudden for me. My presence finally giving up on me.
She was breathtaking. I saw her when she first walked through that door. The way she would smile and greet the birthday boy with such an innocent smile. She came along with Tessa. She did look slightly lost, as if she did not really knowing her way around parties. But the way her hips would move made me think otherwise.
The clothes she wore gave me more than enough skin to tease me, for my eyes to touch as her soft glowy skin shone when she danced. God she did look sexy. The way her body responded to my fingers made me instantly want to pleasure her to the max, to she show her what i’m really made of. But I knew I couldn’t continue it because of her drunken state and didn’t want her to wake up and regret it.
The high pitched moans from her sweet lips and the noises she would make every time I thrusted my fingers into her made my mind go crazy. The feeling of her wet tight core clenching my fingers nearly made me want to flip her over and fuck her continuously with my shaft deep inside her heat.
“Justin,” a voice awakes me from my daydream, “are you ok bro?”
I shot open my eyes to realise Darren still next to me as we sat on the couch.
“Sorry,” I mutter, stretching my arms from the back of my head and bringing them to rub my tired eyes.
“what time is it?” I mumble, my mouth feeling a bit dry.
The air seems almost dark, despite all of the lights still on. I spin my head around to find no one present, the crowd of teenagers all gone. The only thing left as a reminder of this lame ass party was the mess they left behind. The whole house looked like a pigsty, cups and rubbish thrown around. God, why did I even let Darren host his birthday party at my house.
I raise my hands to roughly rub the sides of my head. A headache racing into the insides of my brain. The stinging making my head want to explode into a million of pieces. I groan angrily, the pain taking me by surprise. I force myself off the couch, slumping my way up the stairs to my room. Every step was a struggle. I finally push my way into my room. I hastily grab the pills off my bedside table, popping two in my mouth and swallowing once. The relief instantly taking over me, calming my state.
My eyes spot a red cup from last night. My eyes linger on the cup for a moment. The flashbacks of last night hitting me straight in the face like a bullet train. The moments so vividly clear, almost knocking me off my feet.
I sit back onto the perfectly made bed. Y/N was here, it wasn’t a dream.
She's Dirty Dancin' On Me [a Sebastian Smythe smut]
Request: Sebastian smut where the reader ties his hands with his tie and is wearing nothing but his blazer and underwear as she teases and seduces him.
a/n: oh i love my friend for requesting this, love youuuu xxx
How the hell did Sebastian manage to get himself into this one? And how the hell did you restrain his hands with his tie?! The Warber squirms in the sleek brown wood chair, praying nobody will come into the common room. Not a lot of students are here on the weekends; most go home to their families. And thank god, because Sebastian really did not want anyone seeing his dick out on display.
Again, he tugs at the tie, huffing angrily with a snarl. He hates not being in control. The giant oak door creaks open ever so slowly, anxiety bubbling up in the brunette. You slide in, quickly shutting the door behind you. Sebastian’s bright green eyes enlarge when he sees his Dalton blazer on your upper body. Your breasts peek out as you remove your shorts, revealing your thin underwear.
A groan escapes his throat, head bending backwards, eyes still focused on you. He tries pulling his wrists apart, going to throw out a snarky comment, until music erupts from your phone. His eyes squint, hearing the sound of New Kids On The Block’s ‘Dirty Dancing’ begin. “Wasn’t in the mood for dancin’, forget about romancing, ‘cause I already got a lady.” you rap, smirking, slowly strutting towards him. “Wasn’t tryin’ to be flirty, wasn’t feeling dirty, 'til this shorty started runnin’ on me.”
Dipping your fingers in your underwear, his breath hitches, back arching against the chair. His white button down stretches across his chest, becoming almost see through. “With her itty-bitty waist and her pretty pretty face, and the leanest, meanest, baddest, baddest body…” you step out of your underwear, tossing them aside. “Didn’t have no time to waste, she was looking for a test, and she was wanting me to party.” you hum, swinging your legs around his waist.
He bites his lip, panting while he racks his brain for the lyrics. “Oh, it’s so crazy, she’s like Baby, I’m like Swayze,” he smirks, bucking his hips up. “I’m said, oh, and I’m burning up…So, let’s turn it up, I said turn it up now…” he gasps, feeling your pussy sink down on his dick. The muscles in his back moves, arms hugging the chair.
Licking your lips, you let your hands tangle in his growing sleek light brown locks. After you adjust to his size, you harmonize the chorus with him. “She’s dirty dirty dancing, dirty dancing on me. She’s dirty dirty dancing, dirty dancing on me.” You rock your hips on his, moving your upper body as well. “She’s dirty dirty dancing, dirty dancing, dirty dancing on me. She’s dirty dirty dancing, dirty dancing on me.” You start unbuttoning his shirt, causing a moan to bubble inside him.
Following your upper body with his to the rhythm, Sebastian leans into your ear, tugging on it with his teeth lightly. “Now, I ain’t looking for no drama, I don’t want karma 'cause my baby sittin’ in bed at home.” he pouts, bucking his hips up, gasping when cool air hits his exposed chest. “She knows that I be lying and that I be trying to get this shorty with me all alone… Pretty pretty lips and her big 'ol hips, it’s getting hotter when she touches me with her fingertips-” His breath hitches, watching your fingers trace his abs. “And her sexy eyes and those big 'ol thighs…” he says breathlessly, mouth hanging open as you flutter your eyelashes at him. “It’s getting hotter like The Block up in the summertime-”
“Oh, it’s so crazy, she’s like Baby, I’m like Swayze.” you sing, letting the navy Dalton blazer fall off one shoulder, giving him a full show of your breast. He eyes it before smirking, bending his neck and taking your nipple in his mouth. “I’m said, oh, and I’m burning up,” you gasp, bouncing up and down on his dick. “So, let’s turn it up, I said turn it up now.” you purr, tugging on his hair, pulling him back.
Sebastian glares, stomach scrunching in on itself as he yanks on his restraints. “Now, I know that my girl is alone and she’s been blowing me up on my phone,” he echoes, snapping his hips up, smirking at your whimper. “But I can shower when I get back home, 'cause tonight I’m dancing dirty, yeah…” he hums, nibbling on your collarbone while you repeat the bridge.
A shiver runs through you and you groan, “Sebastian….I’m - ugh!” you cry out, feeling his dick twitch. He nods understandingly, hips bucking up once more, chestnut strands of hair falling in front of his green orbs. Withering, you cum at the same time as he does, chanting his name breathlessly.
“Y/N…” Sebastian hisses, panting while coming down from his high. His pale, sweaty chest rising and falling; he stares at you lazily, broad shoulders stretched behind him. “You… look hot in my Dalton blazer, babe.” he smirks, winking at you. “Just… just one question…how’d you get my tie so tight?”
Hey! I have a request! RFA+Saeran Wrap run into MCs first... love :) I don't care if you make ot angsty or fluffy or whatever!
* you two were going grocery shopping when you ran into your ex
* much to his dismay, you two ended on good terms
* this lil boy is so sweaty
* over analyzing everything and panicking
* should he work out more??? What if you leave him????
* he also gets EXTREMELY clingy
* once you and your ex part ways you make some comment on how he’s become a prick and he just deflates
* probably will want extra kisses and love tho
* just to be sure
* so I have a hc that zen wears a white tank top under every outfit okay
* so you two are at a couples dance class and Mr. Ex happens to be the teacher
* you lean over and whisper about him to zen and this boy gets the look of satan
* You can smell the jealously
* His shirts and suddenly gone and bam, the tank is here
* And it is now time for the muscle show
* he starts doing all these crazy lifts and suddenly it’s dancing with the stars
* This boy is so extra
* He ends it with that move from dirty dancing
* Physically growls at your ex when leaving the class
* So extra
* But you love it
* It is one of your favorite dates by far
*The two of you were working at the café
*It was almost the end of the day
*You were in the back cleaning up some stuff and Jaehee was working the front
*Up to that point, everything had gone pretty well
*But then someone walks in
*And Jaehee KNOWS its your ex
*Its not enough for her to lose her composure or anything
*But there were too many emotions going through her head
*She quickly gives your ex her coffee
*And this was all before you even came back
*At first Jaehee wasnt sure if she should talk to you about it
*Its not like a huge fight went down or anything
*But its bugging her so the two of you sit down and talk it out
*It ends with some sweet words and soft kisses
* but does anything phase him???
* you run into your crappy ex at one of the RFA parties
* he’s heard the story of this lameo and he ain’t having it
* like wow, your an accountant? Well I’m wealthy AF and also stole ur girl soooo
* he literally starts talking about how he wants to buy you some new pearls and spoil you
* And then this ex, is stupid enough, to try and interrupt him, and Jumin is just ????
* Let’s him get about a sentence in before he just makes out with you
* Right then and there
* You’re are beet red this entire conversation
* Doesn’t say goodbye
* Just drags you
* What a man
* this boy never leaves the house, but you finally pull him out for a picnic date at a park near by
* Mister ex comes along and starts up conversation
* 1) he knows who this is (bc god seven knows all)
* 2) this dude was a total jerk and treated you awful
* 3) he knows you’re uncomfortable
* So nothing is stopping him
* Introduces himself, makes buddy buddy for a while
* Ends the conversation with a bro hug thing and the ex leaves while your just?????
* until this boi pulls out your exs wallet and phone
* “I’m going to ruin his life”
* saeyOUNG NO
* SAEYOUNG YES
* y'all out for ice cream because that’s the only way to get him out of the house
* when your ex walks in with some girl
* You don’t notice him
* But Saeran does, and he knows this boy is a piece of crap
* He stares him down
* That stare that could make someone weep out of fear, that stare
* Your ex notices and is freaked out
* The saeran casually opens his jacket to reveal some weapons bc emo boi is dangerous
* your ex is out of there
* And you never have to see mr crapos face again
Control Thy Name Is - Part 1 : Orgasm denial. Bondage. Identity crisis. Oliver trying to find himself in Al Sahhim through seduction and Felicity trying and failing to resist. (Explicit)
Control Thy Name Is - Part 2 :“You should do a fic where after Felicity is forced to marry Oliver (who’s still evil and very much obsessed with her) she finally caves into his demands/seduction and calls him ‘Al Sah- Him’. And then he promptly LOSES IT.” (Explicit)
Felicity Smoak has never believed in the concept of destined lovers or soulmates. That is, until she encounters a man in green leathers, who seems to have taken an equal interest in her. And she develops very non-platonic feelings for one hot billionaire playboy too. Oliver Queen and The Vigilante are vying for the spot of her destined lover and the tension is hilarious but dark forces await. Her life will never be the same.
Loosely follows Season 1.
For The Ride : AU. Strangers who only meet in the car everyday.(Explicit)
Gone : Post 3x22. Oliver comes down to the dungeon and sees them unconscious. His thoughts. (General)
He rescued her three centuries ago, a notorious pirate with no name but one. He fell in love with her, and her father cursed him for it after killing his own daughter, binding them for eternity with a viscous, inescapable curse.
In present day, Oliver Queen remembers- all his lives and hers, all their deaths. And he searches for the one object that can break the curse- the object that is part of a famed, lost treasure. He embarks on a journey aboard a ship towards his destination to find the object, and finds her instead. She’s the daughter of the Captain, the same woman he had fallen in love with lifetimes ago, with whom he fell in love in every lifetime.
Dark forces await. Someone in the crew does not want them to find the treasure.
Can the old lovers find their way back to each other in the midst of the danger that surrounds them?
The Branding : Felicity takes the brand for Oliver. 3x20 Spec Fic.(General)
The Cursed : Soulmate AU. Oliver Queen is born with a curse that kills women he gets intimate with.Then, he meets Felicity Smoak.(Mature)
The Dress : Olicity road trip. A bet is made. Felicity entices Oliver with a dress.(Mature)
The Embrace :
She never embraced anyone. Neither did he. They had both lived without embraces for too long.(Mature)
Al Sahhim AU.
Felicity Smoak stumbles upon a man dressed in black about to kill someone. The man takes an interest in her and she does not realize who he is. He is Al Sah-Him, the best assassin in The League, the crown jewel of the brotherhood, who is known for his lethal focus and killer instincts, brought up in the League itself.
What happens when he is taken completely with the blonde?
Assassin AU. Basically a what if Felicity met Al Sah-Him and not Oliver Queen story.
The House : 4x01 Spec fic. They have lived in too many places. Finally, they have a home. (Mature)
The Jersey : Oliver sees Felicity in an ex’s jersey and gets distracted.(Explicit)
Felicity Smoak fell in love with the broody, intense Oliver Queen, Captain of the Russian Bratva, ages ago but he broke her heart. So, when the sudden marriage between them is arranged, she does not understand it and she does not want it. Except Oliver Queen is not only a harder man to live with than she realized, he also has no intention of letting her go.
Mature content. Mild swearing. A lot of sexual tension. And you will want to punch Oliver at times. Kiss him at times.
For two years, Felicity has lived as a woman happily married to Oliver Queen. They have had their differences, like they always do, but nothing they could not come back from. Until now.
Things crumble to the ground as an evil from the past descends upon their married life and tragedy reigns, they face something they never have before. But Felicity knows together, they can brave through.
Oliver has no intention of letting go. Neither does she.
Oliver Queen is the one anomaly in the Chicago Outfit. He is the only non-blooded member to be a part of the high circle in the family. His reputation precedes him and he is their best hunter.
Felicity Smoak, daughter of the Starling boss, infiltrates his house, intent on killing him.
But a startling encounter tips the scales. He goes on the prowl and she escapes. Hate, heat, and friction. Sparks. But something bigger is happening in their world. And despite their disagreements, only they can fight it down.
Mob AU. Not Bratva. Enemies-lovers. You’ll want to bash their heads sometimes. Stuff will happen. Enjoy!
Until We Meet Again : Angel/Demon AU. Felicity is an angel and Oliver is a demon, both banished to earth because they fell for each other, without any memories of each other or themselves. They find each other again, only to forget.(Explicit)
It was reluctance that kept her in the position of delicious supplication. A tangle of limbs, skin still flaked in blood and sweat but how he clung to her, her body shifting to illicit a small amount of distance but it brought only the faintest sleep driven edged growl followed by a brush of lips to the back of her neck. Soft laughter would greet him, a deep feminine appeasement as slowly Lorilin slipped from the comfort and safety of Xaithan’s arms to chance a stand in the middle of a room that completely disoriented her for a moment. Then came the soreness that lingered still from the furious piston and hip tilting meet that was their passionate display; enmeshed eroticism with truth filled words of affirmation.
If he had heard her gasp at the surprising ache he made no move to show it, her dirty bare feet dancing over the floor towards the room set aside for cleaning where, of course, the wash room was just as elaborate as the rest of the finery he liked to surrounded himself with. A raven collecting shinies. It brought a smile to her lips, as she leaned over the large basin to turn the tap and watched with some fascination the water that started to trickle in. Moving about was a towel plush to the touch and a washcloth found, opening a cabinet to grab what seemed to be soap that held a masculine cedar scent to it but what care had she for smelling like man? None at all.
Turning around with all this in hand, how he’d snuck up so quietly was still something mind tried to process, but it caused the stable mistress to jump with soap and towel fluttering into the air at the surprise. Laughter then overcame her, a hand going over to where heart thudded. Eyes lifting to see slight amusement, the tease of a smile on a mouth she wanted to feel everywhere.
“ I was trying not to wake you. “ Kneeling down was the bar of cleanliness picked up along with the towel but that wash cloth rested at the tip of a masculine foot. And Lord Darkwood made no move to pick that up, on the contrary, a brow hiked as if waiting. It caused Lorilin to stand there with brows furrowing, grunting a little as she turned to set the towel on a stand alongside the filling tub and the soap on a little edge grooved to keep it from sliding. A glance over shoulder, still splotched in the crimson of an unfortunate, body turned with fluid grace and soon those long, shapely scarred legs brought her closer with a swaying dance to hips with pendulum hypnotism.
Toe to toe, eyes didn’t leave the chromatic glow of his as with a hand that traced from shoulder to shoulder, knees bent as she knelt down in a crouch to retrieve that wayward cloth. Mouth a skittering pattern of kisses over tattoo swirled pectoral where beneath a feral heart beat, nipping faithfully at the rigged line of abdomen and the divot of masculine muscle at hip before wandering not to where, from the corner of peripheral she’d see the hardening result of the sensual placement, but to inner thigh where a kiss was placed and that hissing intake of a breath greeted her ear as Xaithan sagged a fraction against the doorframe. Just as slow in her descent did the Gilnean rise, setting that affectionate kiss just beneath his chin.
“ The water is getting rather high, don’t you think? “
It was edged in a deep, gravel edge of arousal but that was momentarily ignored as she whirled around to see that the water was just starting to spill over.
“ Fuck! “ Shot out of her mouth, eyes widening.
Then she was hefted up, body tensing as she was slightly disoriented to find herself no longer on the floor but in the coiled arms of her man.
“ Fuck is right. “
Walking towards the tub he placed her first inside, turning the tap to see it shut off, and then clambered not behind but in front to stare her down as this lavish tub allowed such things. That washcloth and the soap were taken up, not by her hand but the marked wandering digits of her lover and once it got particularly sudsy it was set aside. The lingering bubbles on those dexterous hands coming to skim over bare skin, tracing from the scar ringed about slender throat to dragging down collar bone before brushing thumb over a nipple that became a hardened thing such was his electric feel. Hands dove beneath to grip at her waist, bringing her closer with a snaking of arm and a hand to guide those powerful legs in a rest across his hips.
“ You should have tried to wake me. Now, where were we? “
Came in a gentle whisper against her face, the stubbled line of cheek brushing against her smooth own before returning to kiss the tip of her nose. But that affectionate tenderness was replaced with something a little more carnal as the Mayor’s mouth came with an insistent claim to her own.
There would be very little work getting done today.
You played with the hem of your dress as you sat next to
Dean in the impala, nervously glancing up at him every couple of seconds,
admiring his profile as he focussed on the road ahead but trying not to stare.
His fingers were tapping along to the music that was flowing from the speakers,
and a content smile played across his features which was only illuminated by
the street lights as they passed by.
“So where are we headed?” You tried to sound nonchalant.
“Ah, you’ll see, sweetheart,” he winked at you. Dean was
so relaxed it was actually kind of irritating. He chuckled to himself as you
headed out of town, away from all the diners and bars you usually ate in. Your
excitement grew as you realised you really had no idea where Dean was taking
you, just that it was somewhere new. You settled into a relaxed conversation
with Dean, stopping now and again when there was a song either of you liked
playing to listen.
When you pulled up to the restaurant, you realised you
had been driving for almost an hour and you had absolutely no idea where you
were. You were so engrossed in Dean you hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped
until Dean motioned a “Ta-Dah.”
You looked up through the windshield to the old building
in front of you, the name of the restaurant in Italian above the door. It was
You couldn’t stop staring at the building, so far from
what you had imagined and for the second time that night you were dragged from
your thoughts by Dean, now standing holding your door open.
“I mean you can stay there if you want, but I’m going in
to eat…” he joked, although there was a nervousness in the way he stood.