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Part 20
It's Friday late afternoon and Geet still have not arrived from College causing Maan to get anxious as he wanted many hours to spend with her and make this the most beautiful Date anyone could ever experience just as Maan is about to phone his Jaan she walks through the door saying that traffic was very heavy , both decides to get dressed for their very first date ...
...2Hours Later
Maan leads Geet to a small table in a quiet restaurant. A late hour for dinner, most of the tables are empty. He pulls out her chair. She sits. He sits across from her. The only light is from a few well placed candles. A waiter approaches and, without saying a word, pours them wine and leaves the bottle. No menus. He has ordered for them in advance. There will be no interruptions from wait staff aside from the bringing and clearing of the courses.
Maan watches as Geet sips the wine. She notices. Blushes. A shy smile slips out. He loves watching her. A voyeur looking into a secret world. He smiles warmly back as if to comfort her. It does. She begins to enjoy his gaze. Soaking it in. Feeling his eyes move over her. From her eyes to her nose, cheeks, lips. The curve of her neck. Slope of her shoulders. Her chest. The tiny bit of cleavage just peeking out from her dress. Again, she blushes. This time, so does he. Back to sipping wine.
They lock eyes across the table. Everything around them fades away. They are in their own universe . Lost in the depths of each other's eyes. She can feel his desire, he hers. But it is not lustful. Calm, gentle, controlled. With a sense of longing to escape forever into that universe around them.
They barely notice the waiter as he places the first course between them. A simple plate of fruit and cheese. He watches her as she eats. Calmly bringing each morsel to her lips. He marvels at the pleasure she takes from each bite. Her face amazingly expressive. Every bite as if she is tasting for the first time.
Geet gazes at him over her glass as she sips her wine. She knows he is watching her. She slips a grape between her lips. Smiles coyly as her teeth crush the skin, exploding the juices into her mouth. She reaches for a strawberry. Maan deliberately snatches it just as her fingertip touches the ripened fruit. He grins as he takes a large bite. She offers her most convincing pout. He smiles affectionately and feeds her the rest. Her eyes smile back at him.
They continue on. Refilling their wine glasses and eating slowly. Just enough to keep the wine from going to their heads. They do not speak.
Time stands still. Stopping just for them. An eternity to enjoy each other's company. He watching her. She being watched. Anyone could see the energy between them. It can be felt. Something surreal is happening at that table. To them, it is completely natural, existing at that moment in their own world of love.
The dinner plates arrive. They share each others meals. His rich and heavy. Hers lighter and bold. They eat slowly but heartily. Sipping wine throughout. Savouring the unique yet complimentary flavours. They eat in silence. Feasting off each other's forks until hardly anything is left. Their meals devoured. Their bellies growing heavy. Their appetites nearly satiated.
A single dessert to share. A single spoon. Maan feeds his Jaan a small bite. Creamy and rich. She can't help but smile with pleasure at the sweetness. Her innocent pleasure makes its way across the tiny table, straight into his heart. How can he help but love her? He takes a large bite with the enthusiasm of a child. She laughs quietly at Maan's playfulness.
Another bite for her. Larger than the first. Some is left on Geet's lips. He planned that of course. She knows it. He reaches towards her before she can raise her napkin. But his reach is not for her lips. He puts his hand softly on her cheek and leans toward her. She leans toward him. He kisses her softly. Tasting the sweetness of the dessert mixed with the sweetness of her.
Everything around them fades away. They are in their world . Locked in a kiss.
Time standing still...
After what seems like an eternity, their lips part. Slowly. If you were to ask them, they shared a lifetime in one kiss over the small dinner table. But you needn't ask them. Its shows in their expressions. In the sparkle in her eyes. Brown and glints of gold. That is not the candlelight reflecting. It is coming from within. And his eyes. Large, calm, dark. Soaking in her light like a black hole. Keeping it all for himself.
Maan rises from the table and steps over to Geet. Holds out his hand. She takes his hand and rises. Letting him lead her away. No need to settle a check. It has been taken care of. They cross the room to the open door. It leads to a small patio. Tables empty for the night. The air is still warm. The clear sky speckled with stars. The moon, nearly full, lights the path ahead of them. He takes her arm in his and they walk. The moon lighting their way.
The path ends at a sandy area by the shore of the lake. A small beach constructed by the resort to give patrons a place to relax in the comfort of combed sand and lounge chairs. There is a small area roped off for swimmers. Cleared free of rocks and weeds. Several row boats are tied to the dock.
Before Geet can do it herself, Maan kneels down and unbuckles her shoes, slips them off her feet, and places them near a chair. She steps onto the sand. Soft and smooth. She smiles and squishes it between her toes. There is that childlike innocence again. He watches her. Drinking in that innocence. He knows where she is going next. That is why he brought her here.
She lets out a giggle as the water touches her feet. It's cold. Almost numbing. But she doesn't care. She can't resist the temptation to feel the water on her feet. The night is still, the lake like glass, except for the childlike woman splashing and exploring in the shallows before him. She turns and looks back at him standing on the beach. She cocks her head as if to dare him to come in after her. He grins and shakes his head. He is staying safely on dry land. Or so he thinks. She kicks a stream of water towards him. Barely misses soaking his dry clothes.
He wasn't expecting that. Though he should have been. He knows her well enough. He was distracted. Caught up in the moment. The look of shock on his face lets her know he was caught off guard. She tilts her head back and laughs. The laugh of a confidant woman. That is no innocent child standing in the lake before him. At that moment he falls in love with her a little more, wondering how that is possible when his love is already overflowing
Bored with her solitary play, she re-joins him on the sand, puts her hands around his neck, and looks up at him with those sparkling eyes. Maan kisses her forehead. Nose. Lips. They kiss playfully, eagerly. Lips smiling. Tongues playing. Eyes laughing. His hands on the back of her neck. Holding her close to him. Afraid to let go of this goddess that has graced the earth just for him.
They kiss until nearly out of breath. Parting with quiet laughter. Amused at their youthful enthusiasm. She takes his hand and starts walking to the dock. Geet is radiant and he is captivated. At that moment he would follow her to the ends of the earth. He nearly does. She leads him to the very end of the dock. Toes hanging over the edge. The shore and dock are out of view. All that can be seen before them is water smooth as glass, reflecting the moonlight. It is as if they are standing on the lake, or hovering over it. No dock beneath them or shore behind them. She teeters just a little and grabs his jacket to steady herself. He puts his arm around her, a little unsteady as well. They are smiling at their clumsiness
They sit for a while at the end of the dock. She wants to put her toes in the water, but it is just out of reach. She gives that adorable pout and rests her head on his shoulder instead. Letting out a sigh. She is finally relaxed, resting against him. Enjoying the beauty of the lake, the stillness of the night. Silence. Except for the quiet splash of an occasional fish and the singing of the summer insects. And the beating of their hearts. He takes her hands and caresses them from wrist to fingertip, as if exploring something beautiful and fragile. Those hands of hers are anything but fragile, except at that moment, transformed by his gentle touch. She yawns.
He lifts her head from his shoulder. Kisses her forehead, her cheek, her lips. Softly. Just barely touching her. He rises and helps her to her feet. Leads her off the dock, across the sand. He brushes the sand from her feet and slips them into her shoes. He struggles to close the tiny buckles not made for large fingers. She knows she could do it twice as fast, but she smiles and waits patiently. Watching him concentrate. Falling in love with him a little more, wondering how that is possible when her love is already overflowing.
As he stands, she takes his face in her hands, gently, and kisses his lips. Their over spilling emotions mingle and swirl around them. They are in their universe once again. Locked in a kiss under starlight and moonlight. Time standing still...
A kiss that stops time. Stops motion. Stops everything but the passion radiating from and swirling around them under the moonlight.
As they part, they smile at each other with their eyes as much as their lips. They begin the walk up from the lake. But they do not continue back towards where they started. He leads her off to the side. Along the path leading to the hotel portion of the resort.
They walk past the rooms, staying on the moonlit path as it leads towards the suites. There is a small collection of condos overlooking the lake. Here is where they venture off the path and up a flight of stairs to the door of a condo. He pulls a key from his pocket, unlocks the door, and leads her in to the dimly lit condo
Maan waits, breath held, for some reaction from Geet . Is he being too presumptuous? Is an entire condo too extravagant? It wasn't to show off. He wanted to spend the evening with her, yet give her space. He watches as she looks around. She smiles. Finally, he begins to breathe again.
She puts her arms around his neck and gives him a small kiss. She is beaming like a child on Christmas morning. She loves hotels. He remembered her sharing that. The simple pleasure of staying somewhere and doing nothing but relaxing .
And then there was the other reason for that glow. Geet wasn't ready for her evening with Maan to end. He was glad she approved. He wasn't ready for their evening to end either.
Maan takes her hand and leads her into the bedroom. Stands behind her. The scent of her is intoxicating. He wants to bury his face in her and just inhale the aroma. He puts his hands on her waist and gently kisses the curve where her neck meets shoulder.
Geet can feel his breath on her neck. His body close to hers. She is suddenly nervous. He can feel her breathing change. Is the shaking? His hands move up her back. He pulls the zipper of her dress down slowly. Kisses her softly between the shoulder blades and leaves the room. Closing the door behind him.
In front of her on the bed is a neglige. Nothing overtly romantic or frilly. Simple, Just what she would pick for herself.
Her nerves calm. She thinks to herself that he almost seemed nervous himself. Was his hand shaking as he worked her zipper? She lets her dress fall to the floor.
He takes a deep breath outside the bedroom door and collects himself. Why is he nervous? Did she notice? How could she not? He was shaking like a fool the whole time!
He goes to the kitchenette and takes a single rose out of the fridge and places it in the center of the small table. A perfect blossom .
She emerges from the bedroom and walks to the sitting area. He is not there, but on the table sits a rose in a plain vase. She stops to admire it and smiles. It is perfect. She never was one for gushing over dozens of roses. What a waste. She always would end up fretting over the lot until she found the perfect one. And that was the one she focused on. He had saved her the work. She sees the glass of wine, picks it up, and takes a sip.
She sees a light breeze blow the curtain covering the open doorway to the balcony. She knows instantly that is where he is. No doubt trying to calm his boyish nerves with a stiff drink and some air.
Without realizing it, he stands as she steps onto the balcony. She has taken the clip out of her hair and it falls in waves over her shoulders. Though there is not a spec of makeup on her freshly washed face her skin is luminous. As she walks towards him the negligee clings to her body in the most sensual way.
She takes his glass, helps herself to a sip, grimacing slightly as she swallows. She puts both their glasses on the small end table and stands in front of him. She unbuttons the top few buttons of his shirt, smirking as she does it.
Maan knows what Geet's thinking because he now is thinking the same thing.
Geet runs a hand up the bit of chest exposed by the open buttons and up around to the back of his neck. His hands are on the small of her back. Her smirk softened to a gentle smile that he returns as they enjoy the moment.
Maan turns her around and pulls her against him. Then sits back in the chair, pulling her onto his lap. There they sit gazing at the stars as she sips her wine. Without thinking she begins to fuss with the ring finger of her left hand. He notices and gently takes her wine glass and sets it down. He holds her hands in his as she rests her head on his shoulder. No more boyish nerves. Just calmness and a sky full of stars.
She feels him beginning to nod off. Neither one has looked at a clock all evening but they both know it is late. This time it is she that leads the way to the bedroom.
He turns down the sheets and motions for her to get into bed. Exhausted, she obliges. She smiles from ear to ear. She loves the feel of his closeness , his love .
Maan again knows what she is thinking and finds it just as adorable as the goofy grin on her face. He tucks her in and kisses her eyelids shut and turn around about to leave the room . When she holds onto his wrists , he looks back at her and knows its impossible to leave now .
He slips into bed next to her and reaches out and touches her hair, releasing more of that scent. He takes a deep breath and soaks it in. She can feel him looking at her and she likes how it feels. She turns to face him and kisses him deeply. Under the softness of the sheets and the glow of the moonlight, they dissolve into each other's arms until finally she falls in deep slumber and Maan leaves the bedroom .
She stirs. Enjoys the softness of the sheets, the stillness of the room. It feels like a dream. She stretches and opens hers eyes.
He is sitting in a large chair with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. She wonders how long he has been sitting there watching her, pretending to read that paper. She smiles and pulls the sheet over her head coyly. She knows she looks a total mess, but she'd be a fool to think it really mattered.
Maan hasn't read a single word of the paper. For nearly an hour he has been sipping coffee and watching her sleep. She is beautiful lying there. It warms his heart to see her that way. Relaxed. She was snoring ever so softly as she slept. He can't wait to tease her about this one.
He walks up to his Jaan and kisses her sheet covered forehead. She doesn't put up much of a fight when he pulls the sheet down revealing her still sleepy eyes and adorable nose.
"Coffee?" He offers her his cup. She answers with a smile and reaches for the cup .
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