The rhythmic sound of the diner resonated in a mixture of voices and movements: the scrap of a fork, the flow of coffee being filled, banter and laughter and even softer, more private conversations. She felt apart from all of it, watching the gentle flow of the rain as it hit the window she cooled for forehead against. These private moments she had to herself always left her feeling like something was? off. Try as she might she couldn?t place the source of the uneasy feeling that kept haunting her. Perhaps she was just the sort to be melancholy for no reason? Still her mind reached out, struggling to find the core of these emotions. There were instants when she felt herself on the brink of discovery, though the discovery never came.
As it often happened, his presence pulled her from such unfortunate thoughts. As she felt Tim?s body ease into the booth beside her, she turned her head away from the window and toward him. A brilliant smile painted her lips, easily submitting to the short kiss into which he pulled her.
?Find anythin? you like Catnip??
Clover shook her head, looking bashful because she hadn?t even attempted to peruse the menu before he arrived. She bit her lip in that hesitant way, looking up to him from beneath soft lashes, as she shook her head.
?Haven?t looked yet.?
?No??
Another timid shake of her head, that brought him to chuckle and pull her into another kiss. His hand lands in a possessive fashion on her thigh and stays even after the kiss breaks. A waitress lingers, intrusively to the side, and when Tim spots her he waves her away.
?Need a lil? more time.?
The waitress notes the way the man?s hand brushes over the woman?s leg and his arrogant smile. Having lived a hard life, she?s long learned to trust her instincts and there?s something about the guy she doesn?t like. Course it isn?t her place to say it. The woman nods and, with pen and order pad in hand, moves on to another table.
Other eyes in the diner find the couple, covertly watching their interactions with varying levels of shame for their prying eyes?from guiltily curious to unabashed voyeurism. He pulls her into another kiss, brings her body against his, a hand trailing up the inside of her thigh. She does nothing to stop him or put off the public display. Few watching lips harden in flat lines at such behavior.
It stops, however, before getting too lewd in the public setting. He pulls back from the kiss but leaves that claiming hand behind. When he speaks his voice is thick with the want he?s moderately keeping in check.
?Lunch first? then? dessert.?
Clover nods her understanding, looking from Tim toward the door to the diner, then the bathroom. His car was just outside, their motel the distance of a few minutes? drive, but he would never be that patient once the meal was over. Soft blue-grey eyes returned to him with a delicate smile.
?Okay..?
Tim pats her leg and finally removes his hand to open the menu before them.
?What are you in the mood for, Catnip??
Glancing over the menu, there?s a niggling in the back of her mind. It makes her look puzzled like she can?t decide what to eat. It stops when she spots something on the menu and the little whisper in the back of her head fades away, sadly forgotten, as she thinks she's found what she was looking for.
?Pancakes. Blueberry pancakes.?
