Monday, November 3, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Flower

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 Today we have more from a short holiday addition that spanned White Moon, Yellow Leaves and Wind in White Birch. Our word prompt this week is 'Flower'. Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in! 

Blue & Silver Bows




            I had an incredible time. Jonah was attentive, the comics were amazingly funny, and the pub food was perfection. We started with spinach and artichoke dip with tortilla chips, and then moved onto the entrees. I talked my date into having a pulled pork sandwich with a side of cole slaw.

            While we waited for the food, we sipped at our drinks. Jonah had ordered soda due to his long ride home but I wanted something with more pizzazz so I ordered a Sex on the Stage, which is vodka, Midori melon, Peach Schnapps and orange, cranberry, and pineapple juice. I love Sex on the Stages. They`re so delicious and fruity that you hardly taste the vodka in them, but it`s in there, trust me. By the time our entrees arrived, I was laughing so hard at something the comedian had said that I slipped into my Muttley impersonation.

            Jonah lifted his head from salting his sandwich when the first wheezing sound came out of me. He probably thought I was choking on my pork. I waved his concern away with fingers smeared with Bar-B-Q sauce. Damned vodka is the sneakiest stuff in the world. I`m not sure exactly as to why I ordered a second cocktail but I did. I think Jonah was rather enjoying the 'Dana on vodka' show. He could barely keep a straight face when the forkful of cheesecake he held over the table for me rolled down into my cleavage. I blinked at him then looked down into my dress. Then I looked back at Jonah with his empty fork dangling in the air.

            “I don`t know what to do,” I admitted. Jonah lowered the fork then folded his arms over the tabletop.

            “I can think of a few scenarios,” he told me, the rest of the club erupting in laughter at something the woman comic on stage had said. “You can do one of two things.” He raised a long finger. “One is fish it out and two,” another finger rose, “is leave it there and let someone else fish it out. Personally, I`d vote for number two but….”

            I stood up. The club tilted weirdly. “I can`t let you get it out. You`ll smash it all into my boobs. Be right back I`ll be,” I said then fell into fits of hysterical laughter at how Yoda I sounded. Jonah got to his feet and being the gentleman he is - or because he could tell I was really soused - he escorted me to the ladies room. I blew him a kiss, snorted loudly, and then stumbled into the bathroom.

            “I`m here with a twenty-six year old,” I told the brown-haired woman washing her hands.

            “Good for you sister." She smiled and rapped my knuckles before drying her hands and exiting.

            “Damn Skippy good for me!” I grinned then dug into my bra for the cheesecake. It smeared all over my right breast and bra. The clean up was slightly less than fastidious I`ll admit. Thank God, I was wearing black. The watermark on my bra wouldn’t show anyway. I staggered out the door and ran into Jonah. “You`re so nice to me wait for,” I sighed and patted his smooth cheek.

            “And you are one cheap date,” he chuckled then took me back to our table. Our server came over and asked if we wanted another round. Jonah politely thanked her but declined for both of us.

            “I think I wanted some more stage sex,” I frowned, prodding at the crushed ice in my fancy glass with a straw.

“I think you`ve had enough for one night, I`d like you to remember what happens after this." The server brought the bill and Jonah paid, flatly refusing my help with the tab or the tip. Stepping out into the winter air helped sober me up slightly. It also made that wet spot on my bra freeze. I turned from Jonah to try to rearrange the ice patch so it wasn`t scrubbing on my nipple. Someone`s warm breath on my neck made me jump.

“It`s not what it looks like,” I quickly said as I battled to get the setting on my favorite QVC ring loosened from my lacy bra.

“As long as you say so,” he chortled. "Do you need some help?" he asked. I nodded. Jonah  stepped around me then gently tugged my coat open.

“Thank you,” I said, my eyes growing round when he slid his hand into the deep V of my little black dress.

His fingers were chilly against my breasts. I lifted my eyes to look at him as he tried to pry my ring free from my underwire. His gaze moved from where his fingertips rested deeply in my cleavage to my slightly parted mouth. That was all it took. He leaned in to kiss me, the backs of his fingers brushing against the warm sides of my breasts. My ring was still stuck. My left hand though was free and it found its way to the back of his head. There it lingered, slipping into the thick black mass as he delved deeply into my mouth. I inhaled across his teeth when he wiggled those long warm fingers.

“Damn,” he said a moment later. I couldn`t speak. A combination of having Jonah Big Deer`s hand down my dress and two servings of vodka no doubt causing the verbal brick wall. Since I couldn`t speak I wanted more kissing. He seemed happy to oblige but the door to the club opening and the raucous laughter skipping into the bitter air brought us to our senses.

“You got everything in hand, Sir?” the doorman asked.

“Almost,” Jonah replied. It was a perfect rim-shot and I fell into Muttley mode again. Giving the door attendant a kindly wave, my date jerked my hand free. I studied the empty setting with bewilderment. “Do you want me to call you a cab or do you want me to drive you home?”

“I want my ruby,” I said shoving my hand back into my bra. Hey, it might be a fake ruby but I still made four payments of nineteen ninety-nine on it. That`s a lot of cash when you work in a bookstore.

“We can`t stand out here all night while you search for Dana Prescott`s hidden treasure,” he said with a bit of snap in his voice. I snorted at his expression.

“You`re pretty cute when you`re getting snippy,” I giggled. My fingers searching under my left boob found nothing. 

“Men don't get snippy, Chihuahuas do. Why don`t I drive you home. Can you get a ride to pick up your car tomorrow?”

“Oh sure, my grandmother can run me over,” I gestured with my left hand, “She lives in Clairton.”

“Things are looking up,” he mumbled, steering me down the curb as if I were Aunt Jo-Jo. “Keys?” his open palm waited. I removed my hand from the fake ruby search. The keys were where they always are, at the bottom of the purse. Soon they fell into Jonah`s big hand and we crossed the parking lot. My ears were cold and my breath hung in front of my face like some sort of cloud that didn`t understand personal space.

“Nice truck,” I said and meant it. Jonah Big Deer drove one of those big trucks with all the shiny chrome and horses under the engine. “What`s it get? Four miles per gallon?” I tittered. Jonah opened the door and lifted me up into the cab as if I were a delicate flower.

“It gets six if I don`t drag my feet,” he countered smoothly, patted my bare knee than closed the door in my face. I watched him walk around the front of the massive green truck, blowing into my hands to warm them. He filled his seat. Jonah was a big boy. I think I was leering. The engine rolled over and cold air blew out of the vents. “It`ll take just a minute to get warm. I`ll need directions to your – are you okay? If you`re going to get sick I`d-”

            “I`m not sick I`m just really happy I said yes to you back by the lake.” Oh. God. Who the hell told the booze it could take over the conversation?

            "I`m glad you did as well."

            Oh, okay, a kiss is nice. I leaned over the console for a longer smooch. Jonah stroked my cheek then tipped my head to the left. The kiss grew deeper, longer, and incredibly hotter. His hand moved to the base of my neck. His tongue was sliding over mine. Someone pounded on the window. I jumped. Jonah cursed. I spun to the right and rolled the window down.

“You folks are going to have to take this home. You`ve been here fifteen minutes and that`s technically loitering,” Joe Doorman informed us. I blushed all the way to the end of my nose. Even my ears grew scarlet. I vowed we`d leave and the window crept up slowly. I peeked over at Jonah and saw him tapping his tongue with his finger to check for blood. I blew out a long, sad breath.

“I`m so sorry." He shook his head. “I didn`t mean to bite you or get us a warning about loitering or ruin the night for you. You drove for perhaps ten hours or something and-”

“It was only a little over four hours and you haven`t ruined anything,” he said, cupping my chin gently then staring into my eyes. “I`d drive down again tomorrow if I could spend another night with you. “


Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey





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6 comments:

Jean Joachim said...

OMG This guy has me sighing. What a fantastic book boyfriend. This is a wonderful story and he's truly a hero an she's completely a riot. I love it!

Iris Blobel said...

Hilarious and sexy as hell ... well done.
I love this story ...

V.L. Locey said...

Thank you ladies!

morgan said...

Aww! I was there, a hopeless voyeur like the doorman.

Jillian said...

Cute! I love it

SherryGLoag said...

You know how to draw your readers in, don't you? :-)