((Contains material of an adult nature.))
Ian had promised Aurelia he'd be there by seven, and though he had good intentions and had left in plenty of time, it was half past seven by the time he actually arrived, annoyed with traffic and at himself for being late. He made a mental note to exchange phone numbers with her so that if anything like this happened again, he could call and explain what had happened. He arrived on her doorstep after parking the car, a handful of summer blooms clutched in one hand. He took a deep breath to calm his rattled nerves and knocked.
Most women would start to get antsy if their company was late by so much as ten minutes, but Aurelia just wasn't the sort to worry overly much. She knew Ian could work out a way to contact her if something momentous truly had come up, and besides, it gave her time to change her clothes. Her food preparation had taken her slightly longer than she had expected, leaving her less than five minutes before seven. Ian's later arrival gave her a fighting chance, and thus, the woman who opened the door to him was wearing a rather sweet summer dress and heels, her dark hair hanging loose down her back. "Bon soir, Ian," she greeted him warmly, stepping back to invite him inside. "Please, come in."
He was dressed very conservatively, looking very much the college professor. He was dressed all in shades of brown, a tan suitcoat overtop a matching button-down shirt that was neatly tucked into a pair of brown trousers. No tie, at least. One might wonder if this was the professor's idea of casual dress. "I'm sorry I'm late. I ran into traffic on the 26." Highway 26, to be exact, which meandered through the mountains from where he lived about forty-five minutes north of the cabin. He paused a moment to look her over, finding her even more lovely than he remembered. "Bon soir, Aurelia."
"You are here now, that is what matters," she assured him, drawing him inside and closing the door behind him. "It is such a lovely evening, I thought we might eat on the back porch. I was able to plant my garden over yesterday and today; I promise, it is a lovely view."
"I'm sure it is," he replied, though it was unclear whether or not he was referring to the same view that she was. He followed her inside, barely pausing to take a look around, almost forgetting the bunch of flowers is hand. "Oh! These are for you," he said, holding the bouquet out to her. He wondered if he should have brought a bottle of wine instead. It had been a long time since he'd been on a date.
Her eyes fell to the flowers, which she had not truly noticed until he offered them to her, touched and charmed by the old-school gentlemanly manners that must have prompted him to bring them. "Thank you, Ian, they are lovely," she smiled, taking the bouquet into her hands to smell the fragrance. "Come through while I put them in water." She led the way to the kitchen, which didn't show any sign of having had anything cooked in it, aside from a faint wavering of heat from the oven. "You look very handsome this evening."
Not as lovely as you, he thought to himself when she thanked him for the flowers, but the compliment didn't reach his lips until she remarked on his appearance. "And you look lovely, as always," he replied, as he followed her into the kitchen. As far as he could tell, there were no signs of cooking, but he was half an hour late and she said they were eating on the back porch, so he didn't think too much about it. As always" He inwardly cringed. It was only the second time he'd visited her.
"As always?" she asked teasingly, unable to let that one pass. "Seeing me twice counts as always?" She chuckled softly, half-filling a vase with water from the tap to set the bouquet into. Turning to look up at him, she considered the nervousness that seemed to be pouring from every inch of her companion. "Ian, you should try to relax," she told him gently. "I promise you, I will not attempt to seduce you. Not until after you have eaten, anyway."
"It's all I have to go by," he replied with a light shrug. Yesterday, she'd been dressed for working in the garden and had looked nearly as lovely as she looked today. He wasn't sure she was capable of not looking lovely. He snorted a chuckle at her remark. "Is that supposed to help me relax?" he asked, taking a sideways lean against the cupboard as she filled the vase with water and arranged the flowers. "I haven't been on a date in a very long time, Aurelia," he explained.
"Neither have I," she told him in her quiet way. "Perhaps you should not think of it as a date. Perhaps it will be easier if it is simply dinner with a friend." She wasn't taking herself off the table, as it were; she just wanted him to enjoy the evening, rather than spend it worrying about what might or might not happen. They were both consenting adults, after all. It wasn't like he wouldn't have a say in it, if things developed beyond a simple meal. "Would you like a drink" I have white wine, beer, fruit juice, water - do any of those appeal to you?"
Is that what we are" he thought. Friends" Certainly not yet, but time would tell. "My friends aren't usually quite as charming as you," he replied with a soft smile. "In fact, most of my friends are as boring as myself." They were, in fact, more like colleagues than friends really. There was a distinct difference, in his opinion. "Anyway, wine would be lovely, thank you."
"I do not find you boring," she informed him with a smile, opening up the refridgerator to retrieve a bottle of white wine from its depths. "I find you quite stimulating, to be perfectly honest. You intrigue me. And whatever you say, you are a handsome man. That the pretty face disguises a mind I am coming to appreciate more and more is simply a bonus." She winked at him, and handed him to bottle and corkscrew. "Go out onto the porch, I will bring dinner through."
He arched a brow at her, as she continued to surprise him not only with her compliments but her easy-going almost flirtatious manner. He had not been flirted with in a very long time. At least, not that he could recall, and he wasn't quite sure what to think of it. He smiled a little as she handed him the bottle and corkscrew. "You are trusting me to pop the cork?" he asked, a little amused.
"Ah, but you are the gentleman in this little arrangement, are you not?" she pointed out, teasing but reassuring. "It is your duty to provide access to the alcohol, to taste it, and to make sure I drink far too much, so that your wiles may work upon me and you may steal my virtue without difficulty." She laughed, the sound bright and merry, shooing him away toward the back door with one hand. "Fire the cork at the roses, I am sure they will not mind."
Ian had promised Aurelia he'd be there by seven, and though he had good intentions and had left in plenty of time, it was half past seven by the time he actually arrived, annoyed with traffic and at himself for being late. He made a mental note to exchange phone numbers with her so that if anything like this happened again, he could call and explain what had happened. He arrived on her doorstep after parking the car, a handful of summer blooms clutched in one hand. He took a deep breath to calm his rattled nerves and knocked.
Most women would start to get antsy if their company was late by so much as ten minutes, but Aurelia just wasn't the sort to worry overly much. She knew Ian could work out a way to contact her if something momentous truly had come up, and besides, it gave her time to change her clothes. Her food preparation had taken her slightly longer than she had expected, leaving her less than five minutes before seven. Ian's later arrival gave her a fighting chance, and thus, the woman who opened the door to him was wearing a rather sweet summer dress and heels, her dark hair hanging loose down her back. "Bon soir, Ian," she greeted him warmly, stepping back to invite him inside. "Please, come in."
He was dressed very conservatively, looking very much the college professor. He was dressed all in shades of brown, a tan suitcoat overtop a matching button-down shirt that was neatly tucked into a pair of brown trousers. No tie, at least. One might wonder if this was the professor's idea of casual dress. "I'm sorry I'm late. I ran into traffic on the 26." Highway 26, to be exact, which meandered through the mountains from where he lived about forty-five minutes north of the cabin. He paused a moment to look her over, finding her even more lovely than he remembered. "Bon soir, Aurelia."
"You are here now, that is what matters," she assured him, drawing him inside and closing the door behind him. "It is such a lovely evening, I thought we might eat on the back porch. I was able to plant my garden over yesterday and today; I promise, it is a lovely view."
"I'm sure it is," he replied, though it was unclear whether or not he was referring to the same view that she was. He followed her inside, barely pausing to take a look around, almost forgetting the bunch of flowers is hand. "Oh! These are for you," he said, holding the bouquet out to her. He wondered if he should have brought a bottle of wine instead. It had been a long time since he'd been on a date.
Her eyes fell to the flowers, which she had not truly noticed until he offered them to her, touched and charmed by the old-school gentlemanly manners that must have prompted him to bring them. "Thank you, Ian, they are lovely," she smiled, taking the bouquet into her hands to smell the fragrance. "Come through while I put them in water." She led the way to the kitchen, which didn't show any sign of having had anything cooked in it, aside from a faint wavering of heat from the oven. "You look very handsome this evening."
Not as lovely as you, he thought to himself when she thanked him for the flowers, but the compliment didn't reach his lips until she remarked on his appearance. "And you look lovely, as always," he replied, as he followed her into the kitchen. As far as he could tell, there were no signs of cooking, but he was half an hour late and she said they were eating on the back porch, so he didn't think too much about it. As always" He inwardly cringed. It was only the second time he'd visited her.
"As always?" she asked teasingly, unable to let that one pass. "Seeing me twice counts as always?" She chuckled softly, half-filling a vase with water from the tap to set the bouquet into. Turning to look up at him, she considered the nervousness that seemed to be pouring from every inch of her companion. "Ian, you should try to relax," she told him gently. "I promise you, I will not attempt to seduce you. Not until after you have eaten, anyway."
"It's all I have to go by," he replied with a light shrug. Yesterday, she'd been dressed for working in the garden and had looked nearly as lovely as she looked today. He wasn't sure she was capable of not looking lovely. He snorted a chuckle at her remark. "Is that supposed to help me relax?" he asked, taking a sideways lean against the cupboard as she filled the vase with water and arranged the flowers. "I haven't been on a date in a very long time, Aurelia," he explained.
"Neither have I," she told him in her quiet way. "Perhaps you should not think of it as a date. Perhaps it will be easier if it is simply dinner with a friend." She wasn't taking herself off the table, as it were; she just wanted him to enjoy the evening, rather than spend it worrying about what might or might not happen. They were both consenting adults, after all. It wasn't like he wouldn't have a say in it, if things developed beyond a simple meal. "Would you like a drink" I have white wine, beer, fruit juice, water - do any of those appeal to you?"
Is that what we are" he thought. Friends" Certainly not yet, but time would tell. "My friends aren't usually quite as charming as you," he replied with a soft smile. "In fact, most of my friends are as boring as myself." They were, in fact, more like colleagues than friends really. There was a distinct difference, in his opinion. "Anyway, wine would be lovely, thank you."
"I do not find you boring," she informed him with a smile, opening up the refridgerator to retrieve a bottle of white wine from its depths. "I find you quite stimulating, to be perfectly honest. You intrigue me. And whatever you say, you are a handsome man. That the pretty face disguises a mind I am coming to appreciate more and more is simply a bonus." She winked at him, and handed him to bottle and corkscrew. "Go out onto the porch, I will bring dinner through."
He arched a brow at her, as she continued to surprise him not only with her compliments but her easy-going almost flirtatious manner. He had not been flirted with in a very long time. At least, not that he could recall, and he wasn't quite sure what to think of it. He smiled a little as she handed him the bottle and corkscrew. "You are trusting me to pop the cork?" he asked, a little amused.
"Ah, but you are the gentleman in this little arrangement, are you not?" she pointed out, teasing but reassuring. "It is your duty to provide access to the alcohol, to taste it, and to make sure I drink far too much, so that your wiles may work upon me and you may steal my virtue without difficulty." She laughed, the sound bright and merry, shooing him away toward the back door with one hand. "Fire the cork at the roses, I am sure they will not mind."