Thread: One Night...Forever Changed (Reydan and LingeringDesire)

It was a bit of a blur. A wonderful blur. One moment he had leaned in to kiss her, fully expecting her to push him away, and the next moment he was flat on his ass, the woman he loved straddling him, pressing her mouth to his. He kissed her like his life depended on it. When she broke the kiss, smiling down at him, he beamed. Her hair, brown and long, was falling around his face, curtaining her in with him. Her eyes twinkled, her freckled nose twitched, as she smiled. She seemed....happy. Keeley was happy and he was making her happy. He wanted to scream with joy. It took a while for him to register her words but then he grinned. Oh man! Joey Lofter! he lay back, looking up at her, now stretched out on the floor with her still sitting upright on his lap. And he laughed. Laughed until their were tears. Oh man! Do you even remember what he said to you? That you were a stuck up know-it-all bitch just because you refused to let him copy your biology homework? He grinned. He reached up with his hands, gently stroking her sides over the the jumper she had on. She was divine. I think I broke my fucking hand on his nose, and then he broke the other one in the fight afterwards, and my Mom had to come and pick me up from school and I was grounded for a month! He grinned, staring at his best friend. His love. We..uh...we should probably get up he said, lifting her off him and standing up with her help. He grinned down at her. Joey Lofter. What a memory you have. Hey, wasn't that when Todd and Kenzie got together? When all three of you used to come over and sneak into my room to keep me company whilst I was grounded? He smiled. Dinner! yelled a voice. Double family Sunday lunch was a Frayne-Browning tradition, a long favourite, but this Sunday Matt found himself wishing it could be over quicker. The food was delicious, the company great, and he loved chatting with his Dad. The seating around the table alternated Frayne-Browning, as always, kids an exception, and he found himself with Kenzie on one side still a Frayne for seating purposes despite her married name and Mr Frayne on the other. Keeley sat across the large mahogany table from him, feeding little Maitlyn. He tried to catch her eye a couple of times, feeling like a naughty schoolboy, but was aware of her sister watching the two of them like a hawk. Finally the meal broke up and he used the excuse of helping to wash up to snatch a moment of time with Keeley. They stood next to each other, him washing and her drying, Maitlyn dozing off in her highchair, and as the afternoon sun straggled in through the window, bathing Hammond's Cove in a golden light, he thought how perfect this was. Love you he whispered trying to see if he could make her blush. Then, in a normal voice, after making sure no-one was around to overhear, he said I agree with taking it slow. Any chance you could come over to my apartment above the shop this evening? Let me cook you some dinner? The way I see it I think I owe you about two years of dates, presents, home-cooked meals, and evenings in! He smiled down at the soapy water. He would enjoy catching up on those. With Keeley. You can bring the little madam he grinned to ensure no hanky-panky happens. I'm guessing she's got a travel cot or something in case she gets sleepy? And, just before their mothers entered the kitchen to help, he leaned in quickly and kissed the top of her head. Finally, around four pm, he said his goodbyes, hugging his Dad for dear life, and waving goodbye to everyone else. He cast one last, lingering, look at Keeley standing on the porch, and then drove home. He spent the rest of the afternoon desperately unpacking, trying to neaten up his tiny three room apartment. One bedroom, with new sheets just in case, one bathroom that was still a little pokey, and a kitchen-dinner-lounge thing that the main door from the shop's back stairs opened into. By 7 he was hovering around the window looking anxiously out into the street for her car. Would she come? And, he mused, would she have told her sister what happened? Those Frayne girls. He smirked. Joey Lofter, that poor big bastard, had been right about one thing. They weren't stuck up, or bitches, or know-it-alls, but they were, as he had delicately put it, pretty fucking close.