((Contains references to adult situations toward the end.))
It was over. Almost a year of tension, of preparation, of waiting to find out if she was going to become a victim before justice was served - it had all come up roses. Of course, Elena wouldn't have wished death on Nicoletti Senior, but that development had made Earth a safer place for her, at least for the next few months. And she fully intended to take advantage of that just a little while longer. Saved from worries and concerns, able to look further into the future than just a few months, she'd taken the bit between her teeth and made a few arrangements of her own. First stop - get out of New York. She'd spirited Michael out of the city, back to his home turf, back to Boston. A day later, she'd informed him they were going out to dinner and to dress nice, filled with cheeky good humor and sweet secrets.
And this evening ....Well, she'd made him promise to keep his eyes closed under threat of a blindfold from the moment they'd left his apartment. Standing beside him in the elevator, Elena linked her fingers through Michael's, brushing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Keep your eyes closed," she warned him yet again. "I don't want you to spoil the surprise until we get there."
Michael was as relieved as Elena was that the trial was finally over, but unlike her, he could have cared less that the senior Nicoletti had died. As far as he was concerned, the man had had it coming. He'd done enough damage and hurt enough people. Good riddance to him and his son. He'd been a little surprised when she'd suggested Boston as their next destination, presuming they'd be returning to Rhy'Din post haste, but he didn't mind. Boston was home, after all. It was only when she'd insisted on him getting dressed up and keeping his eyes closed that he'd started to suspect something was up, though he wasn't sure what. She'd been in high spirits ever since leaving New York, and he assumed she just wanted to go out on the town and celebrate. Why he should keep his eyes closed though, he had no clue. Maybe she had rented a limo' "If I trip, are you going to catch me?" he asked, eyes squeezed shut and hands groping to keep his balance.
"You are more than capable of keeping your balance," she chuckled. "Besides, the car's windows are tinted, you'll be able to open them when we get inside." The elevator doors opened, and she gently ushered him out, careful to give him directions as they stepped across the foyer and down steps onto the street. "You'll have to close them again before we get out at the other end, of course. And no peeking. I am not afraid to blindfold you with your own underpants."
He laughed at her threat, finding it amusing. "You'd have to get them off me first." He stepped as cautiously as he could as she ushered him through the building to the street, brows furrowing in concentration. He knew that building like the back of his hand, and yet, without his eyes, he felt like a blind man without a walking stick. "What's all the secrecy about' Did you buy me a new car?"
"I booked a table at a place I really like, and I'm making an effort here," she laughed, drawing him to a halt and releasing him. A moment later came the sound of a car door opening, and Elena's hands returned to him, guiding his hands to the roof and the top of the car door. Granted, he hadn't actually had to have his eyes closed from the apartment to this point, and she realised that belatedly. "Oh ....wait, you can open your eyes," she snickered softly. "Maybe I was a bit over-zealous there."
He scowled a little at her snickering before prying one eye open to see if it was safe to open them both. "You've got some 'splaining to do, Lucy," he said as he peered at her, his gaze moving over her appraisingly, an appreciative whistle of approval. "Wow, you look amazing," he said as he admired the view from head to toe. "I'm a lucky guy."
One thing Elena couldn't be accused of was false modesty. As he looked her over, obviously enjoying what he was seeing, she stepped back and twirled for him, flicking her hair back off her shoulder with a bright smile. "I guess you approve, huh?" Giggling, she waved her hand toward the car. "Get in! I want to muss you while we're on the way. Not that you don't look gorgeous right now, but there's just something special about you when you're all disheveled and unsatisfied." Her, a tease" Never!
"You mean you want to get me worked up" he pointed out, failing to hide the small smirk that was trying to make itself known. "You always were a tease," he told her as he ducked his head to climb into the back seat. He had no idea where they were going, but from the looks of things, it was somewhere fancy. One thing was certain - no matter how much they deserved a celebration, there would be no alcohol involved, not even champagne.
The car wasn't a limo, but a black Mercedes, and just as she'd said, the windows were blacked out. He had about as much chance of seeing where they were going as she did of attaining a degree in physics. Sliding in next to him, she drew the door closed, curling close as the driver pulled away. "You know I'm a tease," she grinned. "I'm a bit nervous, so you might have to put up with a bit more teasing than you're used to while I compensate."
It wasn't really like Elena to be nervous, at least, not when she was with him, and he was scrutizining her closely, clearly curious. "What are you nervous about?" He might have thought it was the trial that was making her nervous, but the trial was over, and neither Nicoletti was in any position to make any trouble for either of them. Besides, this seemed like a good kind of nervous. What could possibly be going on"
"That would be telling," she grinned happily, sliding close enough to hook one leg over his, cuddled against him on the backseat. "You just be patient, I'm sure I'll get around to it eventually." With a giggle, she pressed her lips to his gently, drawing her fingertips through his hair. "I love you, Michael."
She really was acting strangely, which was making him highly suspicious, but at least she was in a good mood. He couldn't really find any fault with that. Unless....Michael frowned a little into her kiss as a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Elena," he started as he pulled away from her kiss, his gaze straying over her again. "You're not pregnant or something, are you?" Even as he said it, he wasn't sure what the "or something" was supposed to mean.
It was over. Almost a year of tension, of preparation, of waiting to find out if she was going to become a victim before justice was served - it had all come up roses. Of course, Elena wouldn't have wished death on Nicoletti Senior, but that development had made Earth a safer place for her, at least for the next few months. And she fully intended to take advantage of that just a little while longer. Saved from worries and concerns, able to look further into the future than just a few months, she'd taken the bit between her teeth and made a few arrangements of her own. First stop - get out of New York. She'd spirited Michael out of the city, back to his home turf, back to Boston. A day later, she'd informed him they were going out to dinner and to dress nice, filled with cheeky good humor and sweet secrets.
And this evening ....Well, she'd made him promise to keep his eyes closed under threat of a blindfold from the moment they'd left his apartment. Standing beside him in the elevator, Elena linked her fingers through Michael's, brushing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Keep your eyes closed," she warned him yet again. "I don't want you to spoil the surprise until we get there."
Michael was as relieved as Elena was that the trial was finally over, but unlike her, he could have cared less that the senior Nicoletti had died. As far as he was concerned, the man had had it coming. He'd done enough damage and hurt enough people. Good riddance to him and his son. He'd been a little surprised when she'd suggested Boston as their next destination, presuming they'd be returning to Rhy'Din post haste, but he didn't mind. Boston was home, after all. It was only when she'd insisted on him getting dressed up and keeping his eyes closed that he'd started to suspect something was up, though he wasn't sure what. She'd been in high spirits ever since leaving New York, and he assumed she just wanted to go out on the town and celebrate. Why he should keep his eyes closed though, he had no clue. Maybe she had rented a limo' "If I trip, are you going to catch me?" he asked, eyes squeezed shut and hands groping to keep his balance.
"You are more than capable of keeping your balance," she chuckled. "Besides, the car's windows are tinted, you'll be able to open them when we get inside." The elevator doors opened, and she gently ushered him out, careful to give him directions as they stepped across the foyer and down steps onto the street. "You'll have to close them again before we get out at the other end, of course. And no peeking. I am not afraid to blindfold you with your own underpants."
He laughed at her threat, finding it amusing. "You'd have to get them off me first." He stepped as cautiously as he could as she ushered him through the building to the street, brows furrowing in concentration. He knew that building like the back of his hand, and yet, without his eyes, he felt like a blind man without a walking stick. "What's all the secrecy about' Did you buy me a new car?"
"I booked a table at a place I really like, and I'm making an effort here," she laughed, drawing him to a halt and releasing him. A moment later came the sound of a car door opening, and Elena's hands returned to him, guiding his hands to the roof and the top of the car door. Granted, he hadn't actually had to have his eyes closed from the apartment to this point, and she realised that belatedly. "Oh ....wait, you can open your eyes," she snickered softly. "Maybe I was a bit over-zealous there."
He scowled a little at her snickering before prying one eye open to see if it was safe to open them both. "You've got some 'splaining to do, Lucy," he said as he peered at her, his gaze moving over her appraisingly, an appreciative whistle of approval. "Wow, you look amazing," he said as he admired the view from head to toe. "I'm a lucky guy."
One thing Elena couldn't be accused of was false modesty. As he looked her over, obviously enjoying what he was seeing, she stepped back and twirled for him, flicking her hair back off her shoulder with a bright smile. "I guess you approve, huh?" Giggling, she waved her hand toward the car. "Get in! I want to muss you while we're on the way. Not that you don't look gorgeous right now, but there's just something special about you when you're all disheveled and unsatisfied." Her, a tease" Never!
"You mean you want to get me worked up" he pointed out, failing to hide the small smirk that was trying to make itself known. "You always were a tease," he told her as he ducked his head to climb into the back seat. He had no idea where they were going, but from the looks of things, it was somewhere fancy. One thing was certain - no matter how much they deserved a celebration, there would be no alcohol involved, not even champagne.
The car wasn't a limo, but a black Mercedes, and just as she'd said, the windows were blacked out. He had about as much chance of seeing where they were going as she did of attaining a degree in physics. Sliding in next to him, she drew the door closed, curling close as the driver pulled away. "You know I'm a tease," she grinned. "I'm a bit nervous, so you might have to put up with a bit more teasing than you're used to while I compensate."
It wasn't really like Elena to be nervous, at least, not when she was with him, and he was scrutizining her closely, clearly curious. "What are you nervous about?" He might have thought it was the trial that was making her nervous, but the trial was over, and neither Nicoletti was in any position to make any trouble for either of them. Besides, this seemed like a good kind of nervous. What could possibly be going on"
"That would be telling," she grinned happily, sliding close enough to hook one leg over his, cuddled against him on the backseat. "You just be patient, I'm sure I'll get around to it eventually." With a giggle, she pressed her lips to his gently, drawing her fingertips through his hair. "I love you, Michael."
She really was acting strangely, which was making him highly suspicious, but at least she was in a good mood. He couldn't really find any fault with that. Unless....Michael frowned a little into her kiss as a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Elena," he started as he pulled away from her kiss, his gaze straying over her again. "You're not pregnant or something, are you?" Even as he said it, he wasn't sure what the "or something" was supposed to mean.