The Date Planner

1.19. Christening

We fit together like pieces of a puzzle and I crumble in his arms like an autumn leaf. His kiss so soft yet hard and felt. I shiver from the passion in it.

We crumble on the ground in each other's embrace and he pulls me in his lap, having withdrawn from the kiss now only to pepper my face with it. His thumbs come up to brush the tears away from beneath my eyes, all the while as I look at him.

His face is a mixture of pain and agony. As if he had been holding back but not anymore. His eyes are shining and I cannot help but smile at him my own watery smile.

Oh, Clinton.

He grabs for my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing the back of them. His lips firm, stay for a second too long as if savoring it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry", he looks at the ground, not meeting my eyes.

An unexpected chuckle leaves my lips, relieved.

"It's okay", I murmur again and again as I pull away from his hands and run mine through his hair, gently.

He shakes his head at that.

"No, it's not. I was a jerk to you and I...", he chokes as if holding back a lot more than he wanted to let out.

I shush him this time and pull his head to my chest. He surprisingly accepts the touch and hugs me like his life depends on it.

I don't know how long we stay like that but I don't complain. I just relish in the small bubble that is us.

***

After having gathered our bearings, we decide its better to head home considering it's late.

Clinton insists that I stay at his tonight, so I tell him, not before taking some extra clothes with me to change into from my apartment.

He considers it before nodding in understanding.

So we do just that. He follows me to my apartment in his car while I drive mine.

I go upstairs, pack my stuff in a hurry and leave.

The moment I step outside my building, I catch him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

I reach him just in time as he gathers me in his arms, gently cradling my face in his hands and kissing me.

"I missed you", he murmurs against my lips, softly.

I smile into the kiss and melt into him, just like my heart. Eventually we stop, short of breath. Grinning like silly goons as we rest our foreheads against each other.

"Let's get going", he says.

And I nod enthusiastically before jumping back into the car and off into the night.

***

As soon as we reach his apartment, I go to his room to shower and get changed into my pajamas while he orders us some Chinese.

Few minutes later I find him in his kitchen, pouring wine in two glasses.

I stop by the doorway to study him for a second.

His unruly hair, clear signs of a long working day on his face and his strong structure, holding him up. From the dip of his shoulders to his strong arms.

I can't honestly believe myself that I'm standing wherever I'm.

In his house, in my pajamas about to relax and eat cheap stakeout Chinese that he ordered on my request.

The urge to hug him from behind is so strong that I give into it.

So I softly pad my feet towards him and slip my hands around his waist before leaning my cheek on his back and resting it there.

My hold not so tight but not so gentle either.

He sighs as his hands abandon the bottle of wine and move to hold my hands in his before kissing them drawing an involuntary smile on my face.

"Wine?"

"Yeah", I whisper for some odd reason and draw away from him to reach for my glass, leaning against the counter.

He takes a sip from his glass.

"I'll go get showered too, I stink", he looks down at his shirt as of to see some dirt signs.

I hold in my chuckle and nod at him before watching him leave with the glass of wine.

I stray around the house with the bottle of wine and my glass in my hand for a while as Clinton takes his dear time to shower.

Few moments later, the food arrives but still no sign of Clinton as I look outside to the pool that calls to me.

I don't waste another minute as my slightly intoxicated yet very much in control mind propels me towards it.

I dip my legs into the coldness of the still water and sit on the edge with a box of noodles and wine with me, drinking and eating, savoring every bite and sip of my food.

Somehow all my worries have vanished with just a sip of wine in my body.

I hear the padding of footsteps behind me on the wooden floor but do not turn around as I look at the night sky, bright and shining stars twinkling all over the skyline.

A rather shirtless Clinton doesn't say anything as I sense him take a seat beside me with another box of noodles in his hands that he's eating leisurely with his chopsticks.

Soon enough when I'm finished with my meal, I abandon the wine, having had enough of it for the courage I needed.

I let the silence sink in to me as I lean my head on his shoulder, feeling the contours of his body underneath my fingertips and holding onto him.

After a few moments of peace, I finally decide to ask the question I've been meaning to ask him all night.

"You never told me why you never called me back? Why didn't you... stay?", I whisper out into the night softly, referring to the last time I saw him at my apartment.

He stops eating immediately, setting aside the box.

I feel him take a deep breath but nothing comes out of his mouth, so I continue.

"You could've easily told Jason, we were in a relationship. Shown him his place like he was showing you yours. Why didn't you?", I lift my head, only to look at him.

He stays silent for a few seconds as if not knowing how to form the answer but eventually sighs and gives in.

"You know why I didn't show him his place? Even though I wanted to. With every being of my fiber, I wanted to but I didn't because of you. It was your place to tell him that and I understand why you didn't but it hurt the same nevertheless", he gives me a longing look in his eyes before looking away.

I look at his profile for a few seconds, studying his face underneath the moonlight.

He looked so ethereal, I felt like my whole world was right there in front of me while I chased down goose for nothing.

I didn't know what I searching for but I felt like all my answers were right there in front of me.

Clinton.

That's all I needed it seemed.

"I'm sorry", I whispered, softly.

He doesn't say anything, doesn't even look at me and I feel the first prick of tears in my eyes instantly.

So I bury my head in his shoulder gently and just breath him in like it was my last time ever.

I fiddle with his hand that's sitting idle on his thigh not knowing what else to say but that.

"You know it hurt to see you so happy", he says out of the blue.

I still, not knowing what he's talking about.

"It hurt to see you so happy over the one thing he brought and I didn't. Like a huge part of you, I didn't know. And the funny thing is, I can't even bother to. I can't go in the past and live those moments you had just so I can know everything that happened in your life. Unlike him and it hurt. It hurt more than I would like to admit", he says silently before looking down at my stilled hand that was fiddling with his earlier.

I was speechless yet again. I didn't know what to say.

"I had no idea", I tell him, earnestly.

After a few seconds of silence I continue though.

"I wish you were there though and not him. Just like we planned. I wanted to spend the day with you despite it all but I... I couldn't even defend you. I just let you walk away... just like that. And it hurt me too, just to watch you walk away without giving me a second glance. It's been hurting ever since then", I say softly.

I blink back the tears forming in my eyes, intertwining our fingers only to have my embrace returned back.

In that moment, I feel like the burden of the whole world has been lifted off my heart.

To just have held his hand, I would've given anything for that moment.

And that's when it hit me.

I was falling and I was falling real hard for him.

I bet he doesn't even have a single idea. Or maybe he does considering the whole ordeal at the office that I pulled.

"I'm sorry too. To have forgotten you like that. I didn't want to... I just I wanted some space that's all", He confesses and I hear the sincerity in his voice.

Almost making my heart melt away.

This time I smile back at him softly as I lift my head off his shoulder only to hold up our intertwined hands and kiss the back of his, all the while keeping my eyes on his.

And a second later, I feel his hand in my hair as he pulls me closer only to seal his lips on mine.

His touch, his lips so soft, I feel like a feather. Like I'm floating in the air with nothing but him to keep me from falling on the ground.

We draw away only to rest our foreheads against each others, smiling like goons when an idea pops into my head.

I sway my leg into the water of pool softly as it grazes my skin and I shiver from its coldness.

I can't believe I'm doing this but...

"Wanna swim?", I whisper out.

He draws back a little to look me in the eye only to realize I'm dead serious.

The alcohol giving me a little courage as I bite my lip and look at him underneath my lashes.

Oh. My. God. I'm doing it.

"You'll get cold", he states softly yet reasoning, having recovered.

"Scared of cold, are we now?" I smirk at him challengingly.

My hands immediately travel to the hem of my shirt and before you know it, it's off as I dive into the pool.

A few seconds later, I emerge on the opposite end of the pool only to find a rather surprised Clinton.

"Are you coming in or what?", I c**k a brow at him and smirk.

From where I'm seeing, it looks like he didn't take well to the challenge but it only makes me more excited as I watch him take off his shorts and jump into the pool in just his boxers.

Fucking hell...

I edge away as I see him swin towards me purposely. Unfortunately I stop short as my back hits the wall behind me and I watch him helplessly mesmerized by his movements.

I'm so dreaming.

But I'm really not as he stops in front of few, just a metre away. Eyes hooded and posture of a predator, like he's on a kill.

And I'm so ready to be killed.

I don't move from my position as I watch him move closer, arrested in his stare.

He doesn't stop until he's an inch away and my breathing immediately sky rockets as I feel myself heaving.

His hand comes forth to lightly hold onto my jaw with his fingers, tracing the outline of it, gently as if analyzing his prey and making sure its worth devouring.

Christ.

My mouth agape, I look at him studying me, not able to anticipate his next move.

And before I know it, I feel his mouth on me, strong and powerful. Taking me hostage immediately.

And I give into it. Into him.

I feel him push me firmly against the wall. His hands, everywhere, his touch everywhere. It's like I'm drowning in him.

I push back though with equal force as I bite his lip and let my tongue savor in his while I press every bit of my body against him.

We're a tangle of limbs trying to reach for something, desperate for air but not enough for each other.

It's consuming. The power of l**t.

The sparks that are flying all over the place. The tingles dancing all over my body, making me shiver in his hold.

I feel the strap of my b*a sliding down on its own from one side of my shoulders as we draw back for air, breathing in the each other and the air harshly.

I feel his hungry eyes on my exposed shoulder yet the intact cup on my breast.

It's like I've unleashed a beast tonight. Someone who has been holding on too long, far too long.

And I can't help but think how it only adds to his appeal.

I feel his fingers suddenly digging into my waist and I gasp as it hits straight to my core.

Fuck.

I think to myself as close my eyes and bite my lip.

"I think we should stop if we don't want to take this further", he says, still breathing hard.

I look at him for a second and I don't even think twice before claiming what's mine.

I dig my nails into his shoulders and slam my lips against his before another thought could disrupt my purpose.

"Not tonight. I want you, tonight", I tell him in between our kiss and pull at his lip.

Next thing I hear is his growl into the kiss which reverberates deep in my core, making me shiver.

And before I know it, he's hauling us out of the pool and up into his bedroom only for a night filled with raw passion and moans as we christen his bed all night long.