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She was trying to come up with something conversational, when he said, "You know, for some reason you seem very familiar. Have you been here before?" She nodded, "Yes, my late fianc�'s band use to play here a lot. You may have heard of them. Bent Scheme. Of course they are defunct now, but at one time they were pretty popular around here." To which he was nodding vigorously. "Ah, right mate, I heard them a couple times.. I heard about their lead singer too. Terrible accident. He was your fianc�?" He murmured. Tears were welling up in her eyes, unbidden. She cursed herself for letting it happen here in the midst of this handsome man, but they came nonetheless. Instead of speaking, he leaned forward and put his index finger under her chin. "I didn't mean to bring up the past for you. If you don't want to, we wont speak of it again, you know. You are a very beautiful woman, even with the tears in your eyes." With that he leaned forward and placed his lips on her forehead. She felt comforted, and protected, but it didn't take long for those erotic feelings to surface again. As he let go of her face, he nodded, and sat back. He began to talk about other things, asking her where she was from. "Well, I moved here from Indiana several years ago, since I couldn't stand the winters up there any more. We had gotten about 3 feet of snow that year, and I swore that it would be the last winter I would ever deal with that kind of weather. I chose Austin because of the local scene. Seemed like a lot of nice friendly folks, and I felt like it would become home. And it has, it is a wonderful place." She smiled, and continued, "I've always wanted to travel, but never had the money to do it, so I figured I had better find a place that I liked a lot since I would be there for most of my life." He was listening so intently, completely focused on her, and she became self-conscious. "What about you? I understand you are an actor." He nodded agreeably, and went on to tell her about his job, and how he spent most of his time on the move. They went on to talk about Australia, and some of the places he had been. She was so completely fascinated that she barely even noticed when the performance was over. Kristen had been looking for her, but when she spotted her, after a few moments of gaping and gasping, she and Jack had went quietly off into the sunset, with Kristen whispering to Jack about her friend and Russell Crowe at a booth, together. When the bar was about to close Jerry came up quietly and interrupted the conversation, which he hated to do but had to. "Aye mate," Russell said, amused. "I can tell you are coming to tell us to be off with ourselves, that it's closing time." He laughed. Jerry grinned repentantly. "We'll be off with ourselves then. Thanks for the Shiner mate." Russell eased out of the booth and stood, holding his hand out for Tash. She was touched by his chivalry, having thought it had long since died off in this day and age. She took his warm hand in hers, and they headed for the door. Russ murmured, "Do you live close? Perhaps you will allow me to walk you home on this fine evening?" he looked at her hopefully. "Yes, I live a few blocks from here, and that sounds great to me," Tash said happily. As they walked along the avenue, hand in hand, they didn't need to say a word. His hand in hers began to feel like an extension of her own body, and she shivered as carnal and erotic images once again poured through her head. He seemed to sense what was on her mind, because as they reached her apartment had drew close to her, and turned her to face him. When he spoke, it was with shivers in his voice. "I wouldn't want to take advantage of you in any way at all Ms. Natasha Rivers. I would like to ask you if you would like to go out with me tomorrow night?" He looked like a hopeful boy, and the pressure of his hand squeezing hers lightly made her quake inside. She looked up into those green eyes and gave the only possible answer she could. "I would love to go out with you Russell.." she whispered. He smiled and said softely "Wonderful, mate. I will pick you up here at 7 o'clock sharp." Then his face became serious again. He brushed her hair out of her face, and leaned a little closer. Suddenly his lips were touching hers. She closed her eyes to receive the most awakening kiss of her life. At first, it was tender and almost tentative. Like the flit of a butterfly on a flower in summer. But as she responded to his kiss, he became ardent, taking her lower lip into his mouth and sucking at it gently until she gasped. Her hands wrapped themselves into his hair, and he leaned his entire body into her, while she pressed herself as close to him as she could physically get with clothes on. With his arms wrapped around her, and their bodies pressed to one another, she could feel his erection pressing up against her and shivered again, responding as his tongue entered her mouth. She could feel herself becoming moist with the juices of desire, and his shaking hands had found their way to her hips. With a gasp, he pulled himself from her by sheer force of will, both of them surprised that their passion had taken so little to flame so brightly. He stood a foot or so away from her, gazing at her with glazed eyes, and she knew her own eyes were no less glazed after that kiss. She again had the eerie sensation that she had known this man before, in another time, another place. She relaxed a moment to compose herself, and said quietly "If you kiss me like that again, I might melt into a puddle at your feet, and it would be rather hard to take a puddle out with you on a date, wouldn't it?" she smiled. He giggled, and said, "Yes, you're right. You'd best get yourself into that apartment, before I decide to make a puddle out of you after all!" She laughed and stepped to her door. She turned and looked at him longingly. "Until tomorrow then?" He nodded seriously, but in his heart, he was joyful. "Until tomorrow.." She opened the door and went inside. He stood outside gazing at the door, then slowly turned and walked back down the street. |
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