room 002

the infamous third date. she couldn't believe that it came so fast - the first two flew by her like they were nothing, and yet she remembered every single second of them. every smile he gave her, every wink, every lip bite, every single kiss. and now she found herself standing in front of a mirror for more than two hours, picking the perfect dress to wear, putting up her make up and styling her hair. she would hardly claim that she was nervous, but she was probably too worried about who she will look - especially in her underwear. a friend of hers gave her a black, laced pair of panties and bra for last birthday as a joke - as if you'd ever wear something like that, she laughed it off. but tonight, she wanted to be the sexiest thing on this academy.
she rang the doorbell and entered, after he invited her in. a certain smell of food was coming from his kitchen and she was surprised, when she saw him in apron. "isaac, i swear, i was expecting that you would order a pizza," she laughed and kissed him before he could object. even though she was his student, this was the most normal relationship she had in her life - it felt so natural, like they were made for each other. but she knew well that he doesn't care for her that much, he told her that on their first alone meeting. she put down her jacket and followed him to the kitchen. "you never fail to surprise me," she smiled and sat on the counter.

it would be a shame if wine would spill on it... khm.

she blushed when she received the most flattering compliment of all times it may seem a bit vulgar to her, but that was the thing he loved about isaac the most. he made her feel so different than the normal numb self that she sometimes was. he made her feel alive. "well, i know now. i'm glad you tried so hard for me." you could tell from the look in her eyes that she was really impressed my his cooking. how could she ever doubted in him? she could almost know that he was planning this night - the dinner, cologne, hair and clothing - and so was she. it was quite funny, actually, since they both wanted to be sweaty, messy and naked in the end of their little date. "that's right. get me drunk in the first few minutes and let the fun begin," she laughed a bit when he poured her wine and listened to his small talk about third dates. "let's hope i don't mess it up then," she said and shrugged a bit.
and obviously they were in a relationship now - strangely enough, since she was sure he doesn't give a single fuck about her with an exception of her body. and as naive and sweet she was, she couldn't help herself but to fall in love with him. it might seem cheesy, but those fillings were so obvious, that she just had to stop denying them. and she was just as nervous as they would be sending her in the goddamn arena right now. she took a sip of wine and then looked at him, sitting there all dressed up. was he holding back? did he want her? he seemed so calm, but on the other hand, she knew that he was a master of hiding his emotions. unfortunatley, she wasn't. "isaac, we are so pathetic," she gasped out and leaned towards him, not minding the wine that got spilled on her little white dress. she kissed him passionately like never before, and if that kiss didn't let him now that she wanted him, nothing will.
leonie wouldn't be leonie, if she won't do something awkward afterwards. and she did. "oh... god. i better go clean myself a bit," she said, looking at the red wine stain on her white dress. well done, leo!

god babe, i'm so sorry, this is so late! aand it's long!

"don't doubt me, honey," she laughed it off when he said that she couldn't mess it up. but she could and probably, she will. because when she really wanted something, she never got it: it was just a part of her wonderful karma, which was a perfect match with her awkwardness. she may seemed calm and put together on the outside, but she was freaking out in her mind. and what a surprise, her wine got magically spilled all over her. oh, who was she kidding? there was nothing magical about that, nor elegant or gracious. it was just... her.
he didn't laugh at her. he didn't roll his eyes. he didn't complain about good wine going to waste. instead, he pulled her up towards him and this was the moment she realized that he is the one for her. it was just the little act of ignoring or almost accepting her awkward nature. stepping over it like it wasn't there. embracing it. she was grateful for that. but she was horny more. "i really could." she pulled herself together and ignored the little freaked out voice inside of her. she put her hand on his hand, leading it up her leg, on to her ass and before he could grab her, she slightly pushed him away. and did a step backward. and another one. "but i don't want to make love to you tonight. i don't want to sleep with you. but isaac, i..." she looked him directly in his eyes, with a death serious expression on her face. she got scared again, oh yes, she did - she was more scared than ever. and when her dress fell of her shoulders and revealed her black lacey underwear, all the walls she was building tumbled down. she was all his, every inch of her body felt odd without his touch. "i want you to fuck me."