| 19 | Dinner and a Movie

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| Ariel |

6:35PM. I made it just in time to drop off the cupcakes at my customers house before it got dark. There was still a good amount of light out but the sun was beginning to set, making way for dusk.

Putting the car in park I peered up at Damons apartment complex, it was made all up of steel frame and glass windows, I could just imagine the view as you look out the window at dawn, the sunrising, with a hot cup of coffee...maybe wrapped up in white sheets, naked underneath after a night filled with intense pleasure and undeniable passion?

I shivered at the thought, my eyes fluttering closed. I imagined it was me with Damon in that moment and he would come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his lips dropping soft kisses to my neck as his hand handed under the crisp sheet that covered my body.

I shivered again but my eyes opened in a flash. Oh God, I had it bad for this man, I felt like I had to fan myself because the images my mind was coming up with building up fire within me and creating a delicious arousal between my legs.

I took in a trembled breath and shook free from my less than innocent thoughts.

Pulling the car visor down, I flipped the mirror open and made sure I didn't look as frazzled as I seemed. My red hair was still as straight as a needle and my lashes now popped against my brown eyes thanks to the black mascara and my lips glistened due to the sheer layer of lipgloss I applied. It wasn't much but it amplified my appearance a bit.

And here I thought I was promising myself I wouldn't wear make up today...

Just like I thought I wouldn't bother with my clothing either, but as I open my car door and step out I look down at my outfit and bite my lower lip, a small smile forming. I had changed into a denim button down shirt dress that hits me slightly above the knee, if you can picture that? With a thin leather brown belt tied at my waist to make it look smaller, but truly all it did was flare my hips out and accentuate the thickness I already knew I had. It was simple but pretty. I had it paired with light brown, peep toe ankle booties; they weren't too high in height because let's face it, Ive never been good with heels.

When I looked in the mirror, after I spent just ten minutes changing outfits, my heart warmed at the fact that I thought I actually looked pretty. I felt good in the outfit and I just hoped Damon would like it too.

I groaned, he probably won't give a damn. Emma is probably wrong about his attraction towards me and this flirtatious behavior he has been pinning me with is all just because he loves to gain reaction from me...

Then again that doesn't sounds like Damon, every time he tells me I look beautiful or he thinks I fucking gorgeous, there is an honest in his eyes and a seriousness in his tone that I can't doubt.

I don't know how he sees me or what he feels when I'm in the same room as him. For all I know, right now, we are simply friends. Its weird to say we are friends when I have such love and such strong feelings for him but Id rather have him as just my friend any day than not have him in my life at all. Four years was long enough, I don't think I could walk away from him again.

A loud DING! snapped me from my thoughts and before I knew it the elevator was opening up onto the 17th floor — Damons floor. My brow knitted in confusion but then I remembered the steps I took to get here, I must have been so lost in thoughts I was simply running on autopilot.

Taking barley one step to the left I came face to face with his apartment door. 1701. This is the first time I was here and truthfully I was nervous, I didn't know how he would feel about me showing up at his door unannounced. When I first arrived back in NY, he gave me his address just in case, if I ever needed him and he wasn't picking up his calls, so I hoped he wouldn't mind this.

I raised my hand and knocked. Shifting back and forth from my left foot to my right, I waited and heard padding of feet get closer and closer until the door finally swung open.

Butterflies ate at my stomach as his tattooed hand came to view and then his whole 6'2" frame filled up the door space.

It seemed like he just got home from work because his once gelled back hair was a perfect mess as he ran a hand through it to push it back and he wore nothing but his black dress slacks. His bare muscled chest showed off all the beautiful artwork on his skin, disappearing under the waistband of his pants. No shirt, no belt, no socks, no shoes, I couldn't be quite sure if he even had boxers on.

I felt my cheeks heat at the thought and bit my lower lip. My eyes met his and a smirk curled up on his lips "Ariel," he said before licking his lips and shamelessly looking me up and down. His eyes lingered on my legs and I suddenly felt heat pool between them.

What the hell? With one look, really Ariel? But damn that smoldering look could burn the panties off a girl. All I could think was I truly hoped he liked what he saw, it gave me confidence to have him stare at me in such a way.

Maybe Emma was right...

"It took you this long to show up at my door princess?" He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing as he did so.

My teeth sunk deeper into my lower lip before I had to release it to speak properly. I shrugged and looked down at the jacket in my hands. "I have something that belongs to you."

| Damon |

Other than my undivided fucking attention baby? I thought to myself as she held out the jacket to me. I glanced down at it before taking it from her hand, my fingertips brushing lightly over her knuckles, I lingered for longer than necessary wanting to feel her touch.

When I opened the door and saw her standing there shock was not the first emotion running through my veins more like utter fucking happiness, then I took a better look at her, at the outfit she was wearing and my lust took over. She looked beautiful to say the least. My mind clouded with images of me grabbing her by the waist, kicking the door closed and lifting her off her feet, walking her to my kitchen counter and pushing that dress up to her waist while my fingers pushed her panties aside and plundered inside her warm, wet pussy.

I swallowed those images down long enough to give all the attention to the beautiful princess before me.

"Thats the best excuse you could come up with for wanting to see me?" I rose a brow, my grin more confident than ever I was sure. If I knew Ariel, which I think I did well enough by now, Im pretty sure she wanted to see me just as much, if not more than Ive been wanting to see her. It's been a long week at the firm and small text messages in between days were no enough of her to keep me satisfied.

Ive never wanted more with a woman, Ive never wanted to see her smile daily or hear her voice anytime I get the chance but with Ariel its different and I find myself needing to push away those damaging thoughts because thats exactly what they will do, they will damage me, those thoughts are the ones that will make me want to drown in her, no matter the consequences. I wasn't willing to mess with such great consequences...

Blush tinted her cheeks at my words and she groaned softly, giving me a playful roll of the eyes "Shut up Dae."

I let out a soft chuckle and shook my head "Why don't you stay for dinner princess?" I don't know what possessed me to invite her to stay, I never had a female in my apartment, I didn't want to commitment that came with it. No female needed to see where I slept, my personal space where I could be myself. I didn't want the space tainted.

But again, with Ariel things felt different, I didn't feel angered with her staying, eating dinner here, with me.

A beautiful smile graced her lips and I found myself wanting to always keep that smile on her face. She nodded her head softly "Sure, if its okay, I don't want to bother or — "

I cut her off, grasping her wrist lightly and pulled her inside "If you were a bother princess, I wouldn't have asked..." I smiled and slammed the door shut with my palm from beside her. Our bodies were inches apart, I could smell the soft floral notes coming off her in waves. I looked down into her brown depths and licked my lips, swallowing the lump in my throat. My eyes flitted down to her lips and it took everything in me not to capture them in a rough, bruising kiss. Fuck I wanted to kiss her so bad.

She cleared her throat, pulling me from my daze, and pulled some hair behind her ears, revealing more of her beautiful face. Damn, I don't think she has any idea how enamoring she is.

"Dae..." She whispered, her voice husky, her eyes dilated slightly as she gazed into mine.

Fuck me, I had to pull away before I did something I regretted.

"Right." I cleared my throat and took a few steps back but not before giving her a reassuring smile. "How does oven roasted chicken from Ardana's sound?"

I knew she loved that place and I could care less about the prices to get it here for dinner for her. I wish I took Emmas advice and learned a thing or two about cooking because right now I would love to cook for her.

She followed my lead into the kitchen as I heard the soft clicks of her heels behind me. "That sounds amazing but Damon Im fine with something easier like pizza or sushi or something..."

Grabbing my phone from the kitchen counter, I turned to face her and rose a brow "Ariel, what do you want for dinner princess? Tell me and Im good for it."

She blushed and looked down shyly, it caused a smirk to curl on my lips again. I loved the way she became so suddenly shy. She nodded before looking back up at me "The chicken sounds delicious, thank you."

"Good, cause I kinda wanted the chicken too." I sent her a wink as I dialed the number.

She giggled and shook her head. Pressing the phone to my ear and starting up our order, I watched as she sat on a high leather bar stool in front of the white granite counter. I couldn't help but continuously steal glances at her as I ordered, her red hair shined under the fluorescent lights and her eyes shimmered with delight as she looked around the apartment. I begged internally for her to get up and take a look around as I ordered, I wanted...no, needed to see more of her thick legs and round hips.

She did no such thing, probably still nervous as this was her first time here. Ariel never was a nosey girl and had manners to her, I loved that about her. Not that I would mind one fucking bit if she looked around. I looked over at my studio across the room, against the large windows — I should mind her looking around, especially if she stumbled upon that but for some reason it didn't get me as nervous as I expected it to.

As I waited on the phone for the restaurant to take me off hold, I turned and opened the fridge grabbing a bottle of white wine. I held up the bottle, questioning her with a raised brow.

She took the hint, knowing exactly what I was asking her and nodded "Please."

I winked at her before turning to find some wine glasses in my wooden cabinets. Finding two, I brought them out and placed them on the counter in front of her. Popping the cork, I poured the chilled white liquid up half way in the glasses, watching her from beneath my lashes as I did so. She grabbed the glass and smiled at me.

"Thank you."

I took a deep breath suddenly wondering if she had such good manners in the bedroom. If she pleaded with me to fuck her hard and rough, to be fucked like she never had been before. I wondered if those pretty lips would say thank you after making her body shake with orgasm after orgasm. For once, I found myself biting my lip at the thought.

The voice of the person on the phone woke me from my daydream. I cleared my throat and made two orders of the roasted chicken but not before I saw Ariels eyes linger one minute too long on my shirtless form. I turned away from her and smirked.

What are you thinking when you look at me beautiful girl?

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Our dinner came and went. We ate together in the kitchen and shared a few more stories with each other while sitting in comfortable silence. I was truly shocked at myself because I never felt this comfortable in a females presence. Since high school, there had been nothing more to females for me than just a good fuck. Thats what I've always done and what I should continue doing, just live my life and have fun, freely without any heartache to worry about.

Just another small detail in my life that Ariel has drastically changed. She came over here, had dinner with me, spoke to me as if we had known each other for years — which we did but only in passing at my moms house, nothing to brag about but as time went on, I wanted to know her more and more, despite her being my sisters best friend.

Now we sat on my black leather couch together, her head on my shoulder and her body wrapped in a big navy blue blanket, in the middle of the first Harry Potter movie. Turns out my princess is a geeky, Harry Potter buff. I grinned at the idea, I wouldn't have it any other way, just something else to learn and love about her. I chuckle softly at the memory of her shocked face at the dinner table when I told her I had never seen one Harry Potter movie.

She slapped her leg and insisted we watch at least the first one tonight. I had to, to quote her "It is one of the best series' of all time you loser!"

I knitted my brows together and laughed "Your the one who can recite half of the lines from each of these movies, and Im the loser?"

I took a sip of the last of my wine and leaned forward to place the empty glass on the coffee table, as I did I felt Ariel shift slightly and take a deep calming breath.

I leaned back slightly and peered down at her. When I noticed she was fast asleep I shook my head and let out another chuckle. I knew she was going to pass out, she had told me how early she had gotten up and how hard she worked throughout the day to get an order done for a little girls birthday party. She worked so hard to get her business up and running and I admired her for it. She was an ambitious little thing.

Grabbing the remote from the coffee table, I turned off the movie and slowly lifted myself off the couch, holding her head in my hand as I did so she wouldn't wake up.

I should wake her and tell her to go home and get some sleep. Its past 9 o clock and if I let her continue to sleep here, she would sleep through the night, which means she would sleep over.

I looked down at her peaceful face. Why is it that that thought doesn't scare me either? Ive never been okay with a female staying here overnight, much less sleeping in my bed. So why is it that I was currently carrying her bridal style and taking her into my room, laying her down on my bed, and tucking her in with my huge comforter?

I take in a shaky breath as I squat down beside her on the bed. Her even breathing filled the quiet room, as she whimpered slightly in her sleep.

I brushed a few strands of hair away that fell in her face and played with them, between my fingers. "Your doing something to me Ariel and I don't like it one bit," I shook my head and swallowed my emotions "But why is it I cant seem to push you away? How the hell are you doing this to me?" I whispered.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I finally got up from my squatted position and softly walked out of the room, closing the door behind me.

I have to get my shit together. I fell back against the closed door and groaned running both my hands up and down my face. This cant fucking happen, nothing can fucking happen between Ariel and I, she's an amazing girl but that does not change who the fuck I am and what I want. I cant just fuck her for one night and then have the willpower to push her away and go back to being friends. I know I won't be able to do that. Something deep inside my gut is telling me that if I have Ariel once, I will want her again, and again, and again. I will want to have my fill of her and once won't be enough, I don't even know if I would ever get enough.

I growled, my hands scrubbing my face as I pushed myself off the door.

I don't do relationships and I sure as hell do not fall in love...Not anymore.

I need to fucking relax right now and think of something other than the princess sleeping soundly in my bed, in my personal space, under my sheets.

I crossed the entire space of my apartment, passing the kitchen, the living room and then the floor to ceiling wooden bookshelf — ladder included, before reaching my studio facing the large floor to ceiling windows that revealed the nigh sky. I sat down on the swivel bench, taking a deep breath and removing the cloth I had covering the tall, wooden table revealing a black table lamp, a few charcoal pencils, a sketch book, and the art I am currently working on.  


In case you all wanted a visual of what Ariels dress looked like as well. I couldn't find my exact vision for it. But just add the brown leather belt tied at the waist and the brown peep toe booties and there it is! 😉


Ok guys, Chapter 19? Check! This is the last chapter for tonight but hopefully not the last one for the weekend? LOL Ill try and get through chapter 20 tonight and tomorrow, if not maybe I can have it for you on Monday. 

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What did you think of this chapter? What do you think will happen come chapter 20? Will Ariel have slept over? Will Damon control his urges, leave her be and wake her with breakfast? Or do you actually think this will be the night and they both won't be able to help it any longer? 😱

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