A week of dates
#2 of I give you my heart
I waited, nervous smoothing back my hair, and wishing that I had bought a scrunchy with me to put it back with, when I heard a curious noise. One familiar to me, but so out of place that it couldn\'t be real. Except it was. Fin had gone to a nearby stables, the ones I had visited when I was just a little pup, and hired out two horses, both geldings. The free one, a palomino, remiinded me of the horse I\'d learnt to ride on. Fin sat, silent and looking almost nervingly regal, upon his own dark bay horse.
Wordlessly, I handed the now full picnic basket upto him, pausing and looking at him when he bends down, and lays the palm of his hand against cheek, and the hope I had held back shining in my eyes now. He smiles, and the mood breaks, even though silence reigns over us both, me lost in my hopes for us, and wondering what would happen, and Fin\'s thoughts inscrutible.
I rode along, the horse biting at the bit, obviously wanting to run, so I tap his sides, and give him his head, letting him gallop wildly, and just sitting back, enjoying the ride. After about five minutes, I slowed him down, and waited for Fin, panting and slightly pink cheeked, exhilarated to be free of the constraints of society.
I broke the silence, as we rode along the side of a large, sunny woodland area.
"Fin, ermm, when will we stop, it's just I'm starved." I blush a little at telling him, but instead he smiles, and halts the horse with a steady, calm hand.
"Wisp, love, you only had to ask for me to stop." I go a telltale red as I hear what he says, my eyes dropping shyly to the ground.
I slid down off the horse, and tied the palominos reins to a branch, allowing him to crop the grass under his hoofs. I followed Fin, a little dazed at how quickly my emotions seemed to be changing around him, and waiting, lost in thought, for him to set out the picnic blanket, and all the food. I was still stood there as he called to me, thinking, and hoping something would come of this. It was only when he stood in front of me, and gently pressed his lips to mine, that I came too, out of my trance as it would seem, and then passively pressed into the kiss, my tail wagging lightly behind me as the kiss deepened.
It was with a gasp he pulled away from me, my hand raising to touch my slightly swollen lips, and then to cover my cheeks. He grinned, and motioned towards the blanket. I sat down, and then twisted my legs to the side, having just realised I was only wearing a shirt, then waited for Fin to sit, and eat before I do.
Time flew without a care in the world, as I relaxed, and told him everything about myself, and he did the same back. We learnt so much about each other, that by the time it started to get dark, we were finishing each others sentences, and giggling, slightly drunk, but on feelings, not alcohol. He sighed regretfully as we pack up together, movements as though orchestrated.
As we rode home, I smiled, a smile that looked secretive, but happy, a gleam sparking in my eyes that even I knew had been absent for too long to remember now.
That date led to a week of dates, every day us going somewhere different, and doing something new while there. On Monday he took me to a forest, and handed me a camera, telling me to take pictures of anything that caught my eye. I managed to snap several of him, without him noticing, but I do not know how many he managed to sneak of me. Tuesday he took me to the zoo, and we sat with the wolves, us outside the enclosure, and him inside, whilst I spoke to the wolves within, learning about their habitat, and making sure my wild cousins were being looked after properly.
Wednesday, he took me to the beach, and we swam together, him a more confident swimmer than I am, but I knew by then that I loved Fin, loved him with all my heart, though I dare not say it yet. Thursday was the day we went out at night. I was a little nervous, but he took me to a field in the countryside, where flowers grew wild, and nothing seemed to live. He lay on our backs, enjoying the peace and quiet, before he pulled me gently to him, and let me rest my head on his shoulder. We watched the stars until the sun began to rise, and then we regretfully had to rise.
All through the week he had bought me little gifts, things I liked too much to refuse, a single black rose, a pair of earrings and then a necklace, both with a little feral fox on, that reminded me of the wild one that had started this. He also bought me a bottle of my favourite perfume, Poison.
On Friday morning, when he drove me home and dropped me off, I asked if he could come to mine for dinner, I blushed, I knew I would, it was inevitable. He gave me a small kiss on the cheek, for after Sunday he had barely kissed me, and nodded, before driving off, leaving me standing, lovelorn and triumphant.
This time, he WILL be mine! This was my final though as I watched him drive away from me.
After a short nap, I started to make preparations for the date tonight, laying out the table first of all, setting two places, with the multiple knives, forks and spoons required for a cordon bleu meal. I laid out my best table cloth, before setting the dishes out, and started to prepare the food. Having carefully prepared the menu during the day Thursday. The menu went like this; first course, prawn salad in a flumentious heart shape dressed in seafood sauce; second course, roasted lamb, on a bed of bright red roasted tomatoes, served with champagne and a poem written for Fin from tme: and thir course being a lemon sorbet, with a strawberry syrup heart drizzled in the middle.
Once all the food was almost ready, I walked up to dress myself, opening my closet and looking inside, wanting to find something special for Fin. I grin as my eyes hit on the green velvet dress I had bought on a whim one day, having completely gone against my normal dress sense. I knew with the matching shoes, and my hair in ringlets, I would look like a supermodel.