Man of Her Dreams (Closed for M13)

[marauder13]

John hadn't felt this way since he was a teen trying to get a date with Allison Tyler. He couldn't believe how anxious he was over how things were going. It was just a nice time having some drinks. Yet, she wanted to have some social time with him, which he was pleased about. Yet he felt that there was something more going on. And from which side. Still, he fought to calm himself down, and not let the alcohol make him too foolish with her.

"Oh. Oh, wow. This is... um, the first time I've actually drank this much in quite some time. But this has really been fun. Think its something we both needed, from the sounds of it..."

"Yeah," John replied hesitantly, "it has been one of those sort of weeks." John worked on finishing his drink, trying not to over think what was happening.

'Just drinks, John. Just drinks. Nothing more, nothing less.' He keep that thought running through his head to stave off the multitude of other thoughts. HE caught the change in her facial expression. The frown marred her face. It removed the light within a little. It also started making him nervous.

"But its getting so late. I really do need to be headed home soon. We should do this again. Maybe... next Friday as well? Escape the chains of the office."

John's relief was almost tangible at the news that he didn't do anything wrong. When the rest of what she said filtered through his alcohol soaked brain, he almost let his jaw hang loose.

"Uhhh... well... sure, that sounds great, Claire. Yeah, you're right. We should get going." He dropped some money on the table as a tip for the waitress, walking with Claire to the door. "Now, Miss Thompson, I will escort you to your current transport, and if need be, I shall wait. When Mister Browl gives his word, he stands by it. Lead on."

The two of them walked slowly, due to the effects of the alcohol, until they reached the bus stop just two buildings down from where they worked. John sat beside Claire, and started talking about plans for the weekend, and what normal things he did.

"So, this weekend is one of household chores and leisurely gazing upon the idiot box to see what mind numbing programs are on.

"Claire, thank you for the offer to come out and have drinks with you tonight. I really enjoyed it, and I am looking forward to the next time we can do this."

He looked over at her. Her face was partially bathed in streetlight, but it seemed to make her look even more appealing than ever. The light seemed to show her profile in the best possible way, with her hair framing it perfectly. He longed to have had a camera to capture her beauty in that moment. The thought crossed his mind in a moment. The alcohol was enough to stop anything mentally from preventing him from acting on it. He leant forward easily and smoothly, placing his lips on hers gently. His eyes closed as he made contact with her lips, tenderly and shyly kissing her. He ignored his initial fear of her reaction, carrying on knowing that he was committed to what he started. As the kiss progressed, he was equally divided between calmness and excitement. That he actually kissed her was calming. The fact that he was kissing such an attractive woman spurned on a plethora of rather ribald images involving her which started to counter the calmness he felt.

But it was the lights of the bus rounding the corner that finally caused him to finish his enjoyable activity with Claire. He looked into her eyes and her face while he flagged down the bus for her.

"Ahhh... I'm sor-" he stammered. "No, I'm not sorry for doing that. I hope you didn't mind. I'll... uh... I'll see you on Monday."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Claire smiled, a softly blissful smile that slipped across her lips. This was nice, it really was. A perfect way to end a Friday; much better than her usual method of a bottle of wine and cheesy movies on AMC, curled up with the cat and falling asleep on the couch. She had company, actual company. Someone that was offering to walk her to the bus stop, and was pretty damn cute too.

She giggled again at that thought. Yes, he was, wasn't he?

Taking to the exit with him, her hand decided to latch to his arm, finding it easier to keep her stability as well as the comfort of contact. This was nice. Really nice. As they walked along, she beamed up to the streetlights, glancing at him with a nod. "Me too. This was fun. And you've proven to me that at least one person in that office knows how to smile once in awhile. Yours, by the way... is really.. really cute." She laughed again, pointing at him. "You get a simple on your left cheek, did you know that?"

She sighed, looking up at the sky and the stars and the moon, revelling in the night before finding John's lips against hers. It surprised her at first- where had he come from so suddenly with this?! She didn't fight it at all, however; her eyes slowly closing, all but melting from his kiss, lost in the wonderful feel of his skin against hers. His kiss was shy but strong, curious yet adamant...

Claire's eyes were still closed as he pulled away, her mouth parted dumbfoundedly for a moment, snapping out of it as she realized the bus was approaching. "Oh. OH!" She quickly got to her feet, nearly tripping over them in the process, looking at him in awe as he began to apologize- only to have it retracted. Good. "I'm not sorry either." She smiled again, waving to him as she got on the bus. "Bright and early," She agreed, still in her heaven as the doors closed behind her.

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Wesley met her at the door, settled before it with a sour look that spoke volumes. "Oh, cheer up, SourPuss." She reached down to ruffle his fur, sighing as she plucked him up. "I had a wonderful night. I know I'm later than usual. But I needed interaction with someone who can actually TALK. And no, mewling at me doesn't count." She laughed a little with that, plunking the cat back down and yawning.

"Ohhh. But that made for one hell of a long day..." She sighed, running a hand along her hair. "Sorry, Wes. But no movie tonight. I'm beat. G'night Fuzzy." Giving him another pat on the head, she went to her own room, changing to the little black night dress and crawling into the sheets.

Felt like a little hangover was starting to build as well.
Wonderful.

Within a few minutes, Claire was finally asleep.

 

[marauder13]

John just sat there, stunned at his own actions. His tongue dabbed his lips, getting the residual combination of alcohol and Claire of them. He watched the bus leave, just staring at it blankly as it pulled away.

"I really need to do that again, only more sober." His eyebrows shot up as he pursed his lips. "Well, I think she enjoyed that kiss too. Yeah... definitely do that again sober."

He stood up, catching his reflection on the side of the bus shelter. Tall. Just tipping six feet bare foot. A little padded he would say, fortunately he was not fat. He knew he was due for a hair cut, but he still looked passable when he combed it all. At least his hair was a good, rich shade of brown that he actually liked.

"Ah, but would she kiss me when she was sober? There, there lies the big question. God... what if she did?" He scrunched up his face. "What am I thinking... a good looking woman like Claire wanting to kiss me while sober is something of a bad thing? You are an idiot, John."

He took his time walking back to the office building, and getting his car out of the carpark. The entire way home, he stayed under the limit, and prayed that the police left him alone. His prayers were answered, and he got home safe and without police intervention.

"To sleep. Perchance to dream." His clothes wound up in a bundle on the bedroom floor before John climbed into his bed. The sandman visited him swiftly.

~||~​

They were sitting in Petersen's, in the lowly lit room, talking and drinking just as they had earlier that night.

"It's kind of silly, I know," Claire said.

"Nah, not really. I mean, I've lived here all my life, and there are places that scare me after dark, even though they are perfectly safe." John returned Claire's favour in kind, telling her about what it was like living in the 'big smoke', wondering what it would be like living somewhere smaller. About how he just made the grades to get into University, busting his ass in the very company they worked in to pay his way through his degree. He paused to order them some food, and another round of drinks.

"As I said, there's nothing wrong with being afraid of the dark at times. But, you don't have to be afraid, because I'll keep you safe." John chuckled a little.

Until the room went pitch black.

All around them, everything went quiet. No one moved. No one spoke. John looked around to find that he couldn't see a thing. Then, the light over their table flickered into life. The two of them, their table and little else existed in the pool of illumination.

John looked around, and saw nothing else. He listened and heard nothing else. He stood up hesitantly, but then confidently walked around to stand behind Claire. He smiled warmly as he guided Claire to her feet. He placed his hands on the tops of her shoulders, before running his palms down her arms until his hands reached the backs of hers. He stepped closer to her, his body pressing onto her back. His hands left her arms, finding her sides and gently holding her waist.

His chin moved her hair aside, exposing her neck. His warm breath washed over her skin as his lips descended to her neck. Slow kisses coupled with slow scraping of teeth that suggested a bite were placed about her exposed skin. John's hands caressed her abdomen. His arms continued to encircle her, enfolding her in his warm embrace, softly pressing her back onto his welcoming body. But his hands continued their sweep up her torso until they came to rest on the lower slopes of her breasts. All the while, he continued to kiss and orally caress Claire's neck.

John's heart thundered in his chest as he held the surprisingly beautiful woman in his grasp. He caressed her as he felt he had to, to taste of her skin once more and to hopefully dine again of her glorious bounties. She moved him like no other, and he needed to show her the depth of his feelings for her. In this place, alone and properly illuminated, he would show her all she was willing to see.

"What would you like now Claire? Would you like me? Or is there something else on the menu that is appealing?"

 

[Mephistophelily]

It all seemed so familiar. A repetition of earlier that night; the food, the sounds, the smells- even the lightly tipsy feeling in her head at the drinks that had already been taken in. But it all still made Claire smile, listening to him talk. So many wonderful things to hear and agree to, find that connection with him.

Perfect, perfect John.

Nothing in this night could possibly go wrong.

...But the lights were soon to go out, leaving Claire frozen in fear in that chair. Silence and darkness, two things that scared her to no end. The lights returned- No, just one light. Their light. Like a spotlight, blinding out everything around them, impossible to be seen. Was it just them now? Were they alone?

Her eyes widened as he came to her side, gingerly taking his hand as he started to help her up from her chair. Her heart was racing, pounding both in dream and in the sheets. "J-John... I'm... I'm kinda-," She started in a meek voice, her concerns starting to fade as his hands wandered her shoulders and arms, now more curiously enthralled with what he was doing than anything else.

His lips found her neck, forcing a moan from her lips. Gentle kisses, the warmth of his breath, that feeling of being held so close and protected, confined in his arms and guarded by his touch. He had promised to keep her safe. That she shouldn't be afraid. And she trusted him on that.

Those hands, those hands, those wonderful hands-! Claire's own reached for him, one taking to holding against his shoulder, the other finding his side. She groaned again as he explored, her eyes drifting closed. Where were they again? Did it matter?

Her eyes opened as he pulled away, only slightly, looking up at him in awe as he spoke. "I- I don't..." She glanced toward what she thought was the rest of the restaurant, then back to him. Could they even see? How could they not?

But the way he had held her. Kissed her, touched her, spoke to her.

How could she not...?

"Yes," She breathed, whimpering softly. "Yes, you. Please, you. Forget the drinks, the food, everything.... I just- I need... I need you."

Was this really her talking?!

"Please, I want you."

 

[marauder13]

Claire's request brought a larger smile to his lips when he was not kissing her neck. The warm skin upon his lips tasted delightful. Mostly clean and very attractive woman tasted fine. His heart picked up slightly as he commenced to fulfill her request. Hands worked the buttons of the pink silk top that hid her natural beauty from his eyes. His breath turned from a soft warm breeze into hot, scorching blasts of air. With the last button undone, the silk was eased from her shoulders, and drifted to the floor.

His hands returned to cup her breasts, simply taking the weight and feeling them through the bra that placed the last protective layer between his hands and her luscious mounds. With more of her body exposed, John started to brush his lips across other parts of Claire's shoulders and back. Each of his kisses was followed by a loud sigh, and a sharp intake of breath. Further down her back he roamed, his hands caressing her as they moved to her waist. His lips wandered her lower back, softly landing at random points, savouring the tastes, feel and aroma of her body. Finally, his mouth reached an impenetrable barrier - her jeans.

"Now, how will I work around this challenge?" His words were softly spoken, even though the words weren't really posed as a question. The hands that gently held her waist went to the front of her jeans and within moments they were undone. He carefully worked her out of the jeans, adoring the site of her spectacular derriere coming into view. Through the material of her panties, he kissed her while she stepped out of the jeans. Her thighs were kissed, along with the scraping of teeth in the bite light manner he used on her shoulders.

When the kisses reached the back of her knees, John stood up, kissing her back a few times until he was once more pressed against her back, his arms warmly enfolding her mostly unclad body. The sensation of correctness, that what was happening was right was flooding his body. He placed a kiss against her cheek, the light stubble touching her skin.

"Claire, the last time we were together, I wanted to give you something special, but I didn't manage it. Maybe this time I can give you the joy that was denied you then?" He slowly turned her so that she faced him, her legs resting against the edge of the table. The lay of the shadows highlighted the definitions of her face, as well as make the rest of her much more alluring to his eye. "Remember in the conference room," his hands made short work of her bra, moving it to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor, "when I thanked you for your help? Hmmmm?" He kissed her lips tenderly, letting their mouths exchange the warmth that was held within them both. As he tasted of her, letting her feel a small portion of his desire for her, his hands found the upper edges of her panties. Within moments, they too joined her wardrobe, leaving her naked before him. He stayed an arm's length from her, openly admiring her natural beauty.

"Now, I shall try to take you to that wonderful place using just this," He stepped closer, kissing her more passionately, and a with a little more force and pressure, letting his tongue run along the edges of her lips, "before giving you anything else you want, or need."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Her heart was racing, both here and there, real and dream, Claire's fingers clutching to whatever they could find- His shirt, their table, even the hem of her own shirt. That was quick to leave, John's fingers making short work of the buttons of the silk covering and letting it fall aside, leaving Claire's chest nearly bared to the blinding light above them, the shadows of her breasts rising and falling with the racing breaths. As his hands passed over, blocked only by her bra, Claire's legs shifted and nearly faltered, moaning softly as his lips continued to float and explore.

It was like being loved by a phantom, a figment of her mind. In a sense, it was. This was merely a dream, wasn't it? So real, so damned real. She felt it all, the touch of his lips, the warmth of his hands, the heat of his breath against her skin as he kissed and doted on every inch of her. She'd never felt so lost and amazed in all her life.

She barely heard him as he teased in her ear, feeling his hands move against her jeans, fingers working to undo the zipper and button denying him entry. Claire whimpered softly, drawing in a breath as she lay her head back against his shoulder for a brief moment. He was gone seconds later, helping to guide the pants from her legs, the warmth of his lips pressing against her backside as well. She shivered again, almost giggling as his breath met her legs. Almost. But that moan beat it when his teeth joined in.

He stood again, hands guiding her to turn, her lack of clothing contrasting his still fully covered form, his words almost hypnotizing her as those hands continued their fun. "Before...," She repeated softly, staring up at him, somewhat lost by what he meant. Yes, when he had thanked her. When the projector-

Wait. No. That wasn't.... That was- No. Wasn't it?

But the dream didn't wait for thoughts to make sense.

He was adamant on his intentions, Claire groaning meakly as he made them clear to her. That, she remembered, and remembered well. This moment, the darkness around them- it was all so clear and open, her mind welcoming all that he wanted to offer.

Her lips melted against his, Claire rising up on her toes slightly as she closed her eyes. Dream or not, this was amazing. Wonderfully beautiful. The continued darkness was something of old nightmares, but the man she shared it with- it made that not matter to her at all.

As he pulled away, she smiled at him, the backs of her legs pressed against the table behind her. "John... This is- this is just..." She lost the words, simply staring at him, lost at all of it.

She didn't want to wake up. At all. Ever.
Stay in this.

 

[marauder13]

John fought hard to control his breathing. Before him was one of the most beautiful women he knew. She was before him in her natural splendour. He rested his hands on the table top either side of her body, staring intently into her eyes. He raised his hands, placing them on top of each of her thighs, gently parting them. His gaze never one leaving her eyes.

"Never, ever forget just how beautiful you are, Claire." He kissed her softly to start with. The meeting of their lips was one of gentleness, tenderness and softness. But that slowly changed as the force behind it grew. The passion became more evident. The base need announced itself in the way the kissing became shorter in duration and more intense.

His lips left hers, going for her neck. So started a meandering trail of blazing heat that wandered the fullness of her naked form. Arms, torso, breasts, stomach, hips, hands, thighs all felt the caress of his lips. John moaned, and gave other sounds and signs of the pleasure he took from kissing her. More so, from how she reacted to his kisses. He enjoyed how she tasted slightly differently on different parts of her body. How the texture and the temperature varied across all the places he sampled.

He was on his knees as he kissed Claire's inner thighs. He slowly pulled her closer to the edge of the table. When she was finally placed, he slid his arms under her legs to give her more support. He kissed the folds that stood like sentinels guarding a treasure cave. He tasted the first signs of her arousal, along with taking in the strong scent. He let out a slow sigh, letting the near zephyr like breeze caress the entrance to her core. Teeth, tongue and lips worked in unison supplying the touch, pressure and sensations John knew excited Claire. Not just her sex and clit were teased and stimulated, but he also included her mons and the very tops of the inside thighs too. John ignored everything else that was not Claire or her reactions. He varied everything he did, but still focused strongly on arousing her. He failed her the last time, not granting her the release she do rightfully deserved. He vowed that he would experience her reaching that pinnacle of pleasure, her apex of arousal. He kept with her, guiding her, inviting her and leading her to that place he so desired her to reach.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was shaking. Both there on that table, there in her bed. His touch felt real in both places, so warm and tender, static leaving those fingers that raced through her entire body. She stared at him, lips slightly parted in awe, her chest raising and falling with her racing breaths. This was...

She moaned against his kiss, those eyes closing once more, enjoying the feel of him. This too felt so real. Warmth of his skin against hers, the press of his lips. Even when they left her own mouth, his made it evident that her body was something he loved; taking affections to so many zones of her form, sending more waves of amazed bliss through her. Some tickled... Some- well, not so much. The groans and gasps seemed to simply spill from her as he explored, her fingers trying to catch his hair, then quickly latching to the table once more. If she let go, she was afraid she might fall...

When his lips found her thighs, she was sure of it. Can't let go. Can't move.

She watched him drop to his knees, his arms embracing about her thighs and tugging her closer, parting them for him to gain easier access to the area he had promised attention.

That initial touch.
Just the simple meeting of his lips to her bared mound, the breath that came from between them.

"Oh good god..." Her words were whispered, her arms shifting against the table to brace herself up, whimpering softly as he continued. Wandering, exploring, varying it all in the method of attack, John's hold on her legs kept her still from the waist down... but it did little to keep her from moaning out loudly as his mouth claimed her, driving her nearly mad from its glorious methods.

"J-John... That's- ohgod-" She tried to set up again, balanced on her elbows as she peered down at him, his face nestled against her mound as the feel of his tongue raked against her sex.

This was impossible, simply impossible, to talk during. She had words, she could feel them, burning at the back of her throat, desperately wanting to leave, but instead of forming, they escaped as another varying degree of notes set as a blissful cry.

Her body burned and ached, longing for its relief. He was so close to bringing it about, so unbelievably close. "Johnnnn....," She growled out, her head falling back once more.

It was maddening, her body trying to clench her thighs together, tightening the muscles to raise and fall, whimpering softly as he continued. His explorations grew bolder, ravaging and running everywhere, drawing out noises from inside her that she never knew she could even manage. That fire burned stronger, overwhelming, overpowering, to the point of-

"Oh, GOD, John-!"
She screamed his name, gasping sharply as his efforts gave way to the rewards, Claire collapsing against the table.

 

[marauder13]

John stood up slowly, blatantly licking Claire's arousal from around his mouth. He watched the aftershocks of Claire's orgasm, listened to her breathing and other noises. While still standing between her legs, he started to strip. He had let himself slip a little in recent months, and it was starting to show. Signs of extra padding appeared on his abdomen, and on his chest, but he was not fat. Light scattering of hair covered his torso. The shirt was dropped to the floor without any care of where it landed. His belt was unbuckled, and the pants slid to the floor as well. He felt his manhood straining against the cloth of his boxers. Those too were gone, and like Claire, he was naked, and highly aroused.

He stepped closer, leaning over her prone body. His shaft pressed against her lower body as he reached her lips with his. The kiss was soft, tender and full of promise. He wanted to remain cushioned on the softness of body, but he desired something else. He desired to give her what she had asked of him.

He stood up straight, taking a hold of his shaft in one hand, rubbing the head against the soft dampened folds. He put the head of his shaft against the entrance of her core, and slowly eased himself in. He sighed at the feel of her surrounding him. The heat threatened to scorch him as he went deeper within her. His hands took hold of her hips, partially to steady himself, partially to just hold her.

The slow, controlled stokes he wanted to use lasted all of maybe three or four before the deep, hidden desires and needs overwhelmed him. While he was not brutal with her, he as far from gentle too. He fucked her. He took her with a passion and desire that was primal. He vigourously pounded her body as he thrust himself deep into her body. His heart hammered in his chest, cooled by the waves of heat that washed over him from the friction of their bodies. John didn't think while he loved her. He watched her body move under his assault, her body rocking from each pelvic slap he gave her.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was still lost, blissed, trying to get her wits about her as he lifted from between her thighs, watching him in a barely-there state as he started to undress himself. The clothing falling to the floor, her eyes raised to his face, simply staring- waiting, longing and aching once more.

He kissed her, his body pressed against hers, the warmth of his skin resting atop her own heated, slightly dampened flesh. He had her sweating, both there and in the bed. Such a realistic dream...

The testing press of his shaft against her folds caused a moan to escape, fingers clutching that table and knees bending. Further, harder. Working his way in. Finally nestled inside her depths, she could feel him simply resting there, stretching her body to accomodate him. Amazing, wonderful.

She felt his warm hands on her hips, pulling her form closer, giving him a grip as he began his rhythm. Gentle and passionate... and soon growing with that passion. Claire cried out as the speed of his thrusts grew, her body tensing and relaxing, reacting to each harsh impact. Her head fell back against the table, her back arching slightly to meet him, hips forcing themselves against his shaft.

"Yes... Ohhh, yes, yes-," She crooned happily, the smile never leaving her face as she gasped for air, one hand losing the table to grip his fingers against her hip. It was-

"Hnaaah...!"
her body couldn't handle this, not again. The second coming forced a sharp cry from her, clutching that hand so tightly her nails nearly embedded into his skin. Her thighs circled him, heels digging into his hips and refusing to release as she reached her brink once more.

 

[marauder13]

John paused while Claire had her second orgasm. He panted and moaned at the way she contracted around him in such incredible ways. The sounds of her cry made him feel good that he aroused her so greatly. Once she started to calm down, he resumed his vigorous thrusting pace.

She was perfect. John couldn't imagine a better lover than Claire. His heart was beating fast, helping to drive him hard. He wanted to show Claire how much she meant to him, and the best way was to give her the fuck of her life. He wanted to hear her scream in pleasure over and over again. He gazed down at her face, loving the expression, the colour, everything about it as he continued to take her on the table top.

He was so lost in looking at her, feeling what she was doing for him that his own peak hit without warning. He lost his voice as he pushed himself deep into her, releasing his own love juices. He panted with deep breaths, shuddering in sync with his own orgasm. He remained almost paralyzed while he peaked, as if he feared movement would reduce the splendour of the event.

Breathing returned. He found himself able to move again. All he wanted to do was stand there and look at Claire. He wanted to admire the woman who was someone special. The woman who was even more special to him now.

"Claire," he said with a breathy voice, "thank you for... for... ha... for being you." John looked a little sheepish at his own words.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Claire moaned again soflty as her lover joined her in her ecstacy, her eyes cracking open just slightly to look at him as he reached his brink, his hands clutching to her body and letting him bury deeply inside her. Her legs started to let go of his back, smiling meekly as he looked down at her.

That look on his face. It was... wonderful.

"Thank you," She whispered softly, the flush still resting on her cheeks. She had almost forgotten where they were. Almost... Until those light of the next table slowly buzzed back to life, a quick flicker, then another, followed by the rest of the tables around them.

They had-
Right there?
Claire gasped, her eyes widening. "Oh my god..."

She shot up in bed, looknig around quickly as she gasped again. No. This was home. This was her own room, her own bed, her own cat looking at her blankly for her sudden motions. She groaned, rubbing her eyes before taking up the glass of water beside her. This was insane. These dreams were just- maddening.

Her eyes drifted to the clock.
8 am.
Really? She felt like she had barely slept an hour. She needed coffee, terribly.

Crawling out of the bed, she picked up her robe, wandering to the kitchen and picking up the container- disappointed to find it empty. With a sigh, she threw it away, going to get ready for the day instead. She could just grab a cup from the shop down the road. It had been awhile since she splurged on a nice specialty drink and a donut anyway. Besides, she still had to stop by the office and pick up those boxes for FedEx. In all the movement last night, she had forgotten all about them...

Within the hour, she was grabbing her coat and headed out to catch the bus back to work. *Great way to start the weekend,* she thought with a frown as the vehicle slowed to pick her up in front of her building. *At least last night was nice...*

 

[marauder13]

John rolled over, bringing a large quantity of the sheets with him. He woke up enough to peal the manchester off his body. He felt the tackiness of the sweat that glued his body to the sheet. It was worse when he separated the sheets from his groin. The nearly dried cum felt like it was trying to tear off his skin as the sheet was pulled clear.

"OWWW! Fuck! I forgot how much that hurts." He dragged himself to the shower, letting the hot water carry away the worst of the night's sweating. He toweled himself off. John wrapped the towel around himself more out of habit than any need and went to the kitchen in the search for breakfast. He leant against one of the counters, and shoveled the bowl of cereal into his mouth. He stared off blankly into the distance as his mind wandered back to the previous night.

He clearly remembered so many little things about the night. How she looked when relaxed. The slight touch of nerves she had at times, pretty much like he had. Of all the little, personal details that she shared with him. That the conversation had no perceivable structure to it, just sharing thoughts. For him, it felt natural. He wasn't trying to impress, or get her into the sack or anything else like that. Not that he wouldn't mind getting her into bed... Or anywhere else. He had never been out with a woman on a first date, if you could call it that, and felt so comfortable.

"Roll on next Friday night." John grinned before the next load of breakfast was eaten. He finished eating his breakfast to the mental images of Claire from at work, and on the Friday night. Towards the end, he started imagining what she would be like in more appealing clothing, and possibly naked. He sighed as he went to the couch to watch a little TV before thinking of what to do with the rest of the day.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Slipping her key back into her pocket as she entered the darkened office building, Claire sighed as she made her way back to her desk. This place was depressing enough when the lights were on, but in the dark it seemed more like a prison. Too dark and quiet and...

Dark...

Her mind drifted back to the dream last night, Claire suddenly lost in thought as she simply stood at her desk, a hand resting on that pile of boxes that had been forgotten Friday night. That dream was just- It left her with weak legs. How could a dream manage that?!

She sighed, picking the pile up under one arm before rubbing her eye with the other. One thing was for certain, that dream left her feeling she hadn't slept at all. That coffee she had been thinking about was really starting to sound good. Her gaze fell to the phone list beside her desk, John's name standing out so vividly to her. Could she even talk to him after that type dream?

But it was only a dream.
A dream shouldn't bother her this much. She shouldn't let it ruin a friendship!
Maybe seeing him again would affirm this for her. Yes. Prove to her that thinking this way was just silly, that there was a very big difference between random dreams and real life.

She picked up the phone, skimming John's number off the list as she dialed. "Hey, John? I know, just what you wanted to see on your ID on a Saturday morning- I'm not calling about work, just from it. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to get a coffee. Grab some breakfast? I had to get some packages and just need to drop them off..."

 

[marauder13]

John had zoned out while watching a repeat of a European soccer match, or as they called it Football. It was an easy sport to watch, and he found it entertaining in a low mental requirement kind of manner. Plus, it was just what he wanted at that time.

Which is why he was surprised when he heard the phone ringing. He knew he missed the initial commencement of the ring, as it had a funny start to it ever since he dropped it. He jumped out of the sofa with the towel coming loose as he went. He paused for a moment when he saw the caller's number, wondering what was going on. Curiosity won out in the end, and he picked up the phone.

"Hey, John? I know, just what you wanted to see on your ID on a Saturday morning- I'm not calling about work, just from it. I was wondering if maybe you'd like to get a coffee. Grab some breakfast? I had to get some packages and just need to drop them off..."

"Oh... Hi Claire. Yeah, the work number was a bit of a surprise. Get a coffee? Sure, I'd like that a lot. Ummm... tell you what, you choose the place, and I'll met you there. I suppose that it'll be close to the office?" John listened as Claire named the place where they'd meet. "Ok, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Bye."

John hung up, staring at the phone. Claire wanted coffee with him the day after they had drinks? He looked both surprised and dumbfounded as he wandered away from the phone and towards his bedroom. He quickly dressed - a good button up shirt, jeans and reasonable looking sneakers.

25 minutes after he finished the call, he was walking briskly down the sidewalk, hoping like hell Claire wouldn't be pissed with him for being late.

 

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"Sounds great. See you in a bit." Claire hung up with a wide smile, tucking her boxes under her arm and heading back out. A quick stop over to the drop center, and she'd be on her way.


....Why the hell was DHL so busy on a Saturday?
She had been standing in this line for the last 20 minutes, an even greater annoyance coming to her features as she watched the clock above the desk. Some kid up at the counter, stuffing these tiny little cards into a bunch of bubblewrap sleeves. Her eye twitched slightly. Even the man helping the preteen seemed to be getting annoyed, trying to take a few to do him self, only to be shrieked at.

Oh good lord.

Thankfully, WONDERFULLY, another person came out from the back room, helping to get the line moving again. The kid was still at it by the time she hit the counter, dropping the boxes delicately in front of her. "They're all prelabeled and ready to go. I did it all last night. It makes things so much easier to have things prepared." She glanced at the kid next to her, frowning.

He was oblivious.
Of course.

The guys at the counter, however, were not. A smirk came to both of them, the one nodding and taking her packages before she left. Another peek was stolen of their clock, Claire groaning as she realized she'd been almost half an hour in this place. So much for a 'quick trip'-!

Spotting the coffee shop, she sighed softly, stepping inside and glancing around. Funny, had she still managed to beat him here? Moving up to the counter, she started to pull the ten from her pocket, only to glance up and realize she was standing directly behind John.

"So I'm not late!," She laughed, reaching up to rest her hand on his shoulder. "What're you getting? I'm buying." Ordering a muffin and large coffee for herself, she smiled as he made his own order, paying the lady at the register before moving to a window table with him.

"Sorry for calling from the work line like that." She sipped her coffee, hissing a little at the heat of it. "I forgot your phone number, and it was right there, and.... well, maybe I should give you mine."

 

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John almost jumped when he heard Claire's voice from behind him. He had decided to get into the line, just in case he missed Claire at one of the tables. But he felt better with the knowledge that he got there before she did. Since they were both late, he wasn't going to make comments.

"What're you getting? I'm buying."

"Oh, I was just getting a coffee. I have already had breakfast." When he reached the counter, he ordered a large coffee. Nothing special or unusual like the people in front of them who rolled out words that John had never heard before in the same sentence as 'coffee'. He looked a little sheepish when Claire paid for them both. He followed her over to the table. He couldn't help but give her a rather casual inspection as she walked.

'She's a fine looking woman, that's for sure. Ohh... to get her into bed... yeah, as if that would ever happen.'

They took one of the window tables. The view, if you'd call a city street a view, was nice enough when there were people walking past. It was useful for those moments John knew were in the near future for when he needed to look away from Claire.

"Sorry for calling from the work line like that."

John shrugged it off, taking a sip of his own coffee. The hot bitter liquid gave him something else to focus on. Something in his gut was warning him, but he was putting down to paranoia.

"I forgot your phone number, and it was right there, and.... well, maybe I should give you mine."

It was fortunate for all that the cup holding his coffee was nearing the table when he heard those words. The cup made the small drop to safely land on the table. If it had been near his mouth, or worse still, he had taken a sip, coffee would have flown everywhere. Somehow, he managed to salvage some dignity. How much though, he wasn't sure.

"Uh... yeah. That would be good, Claire." 'Fuck! She wants to swap phone numbers?!? Maybe she is interested in more than just being friends... HOLY CRAP!' "Umm... I was wondering. Do you have any plans for the day?" 'Lord knows I don't, but I'm not letting this chance pass me by. God, I hope I don't fuck things up.' He took another sip of his coffee to help him figure out what he was doing.

"I mean, there is no pressure or anything like that, Claire. If you're wanting time alone to relax, I can understand that. I just thought, you know, since you're all the way out here, we might..."

As he knew he would, he glanced out the window to try and save himself further embarrassment. He didn't care who was walking past, just as long as they served the purpose of distracting him before he did something terminally foolish. He turned back after a few seconds, not wanting to be rude to Claire.

"Hey," he chuckled slightly, "I'll even drive you home if you decide to hang around after the coffee."

 

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Still stirring in the few sugar packets that she had just dumped in, Claire happened to glance up just to see the curious look to his face, only to smile as he agreed on the phone thing. Setting aside the little plastic stick, she looked at him curiously at the question of her later plans. "Mm, not really. The biggest worry of the day had been that bunch of boxes- and that took longer than I expected." She rolled her eyes a bit with that, though didn't let her smirk drop at all.

"I take it you have something fun in mind?" She grinned before sipping her own drink, wrinkling her nose at how warm it was still. Needed a few more minutes. Setting that back down, she instead peeled open the muffin, pulling off a little and nibbling it. "Only big thing I had truly thought about doing was some grocery shopping. Look at me, queen of excitement." She sighed with that, popping the remainder of the baked good into her mouth. "Hanging out with you for a bit longer sounds a much better way to spend a few hours..."

She was getting more comfortable. All those worries and fears really were unfounded, weren't they? Just because she had disturbing dreams, it wasn't any reason to pin the man 'involved' as a bad guy. Claire felt a bit ashamed, really. John had done nothing wrong, and here she had been so afraid to talk to him again. Was it because of the other night? A simple innocent date? Good lord, what was she... 12? She was horrified over spending time with a guy!?

"Oooh, a ride. Well, now I'm sold." She nodded quickly with that, laughing softly before taking another sip of her coffee. Oh, much better this time. "Okay, that's just teasing. But, honestly? A ride would be so much better than trying to get back on that bus. All the guys coming back from football and soccer and all that from the park- Yech. Gets pretty stinky on there." She laughed again, taking another drink. "So what did you have in mind?"

 

[marauder13]

John was a good enough member of the sales team to be able to hide initial reactions to unexpected responses to clients. But in a social situation, he would have thought his skills would not fire as well as they did in that moment. He felt his stomach drop as Claire eagerly accepted the offer. He had absolutely nothing lined up, and he was mentally running around like a victim in a disaster movie.

"Well, we could take a wander down to Castair's Park. I believe there are some musicians putting on a bit of a show. I have no idea about the type of music, or how good they are, but you never know. Then, after that, we could find somewhere to have some lunch. After that... I can take you home unless one or both of us comes up with another idea."

He sipped his coffee, feeling better that he got an idea out. Not the best he could have come up with, but it beat the suspect 'well, my place is near by, and...' He let his gaze return to Claire. If she was wearing any makeup, it was really subtle. If not, she was a very remarkable looking woman naturally. He noticed when she started how a few of the 'ladies men' approached her, and how she locked them down quickly and efficiently. To the best of his knowledge, she was single, and not a lesbian. It made him wonder a little bit what it was about her that made her... unattached. He was hoping, on one level, it was personal choice. That she hadn't found the right partner yet. John was grateful for the chance just to be social with her. He didn't rate his chances as high with her. He was more run of the mill, compared to Claire, who he thought was worthy of someone better than him. Maybe better looking, or more successful. Someone who had something he didn't.

He kept drinking his coffee as he continued his self assessment, and he chances of living anything close to some of the brief fantasies he had involving her. But, he was happy that they got on well at work. She was one of the few genuinely nice people that he regularly worked with, which put her ahead of the pack. He realized that he had drifted mentally, and snapped himself back to reality. He looked at Claire a little sheepishly.

"Sorry, I got caught up with some deep and meaningful thoughts that could have waited for another time. Ahh... so, what do you think of the idea I had? Worth a shot?"

'Buh-Buuuhhh. Good work John, you just blew it again. Idiot!'

 

[Mephistophelily]

It was surprising to hear him already planning out an afternoon so easily. Claire was terrible with things like that. Her idea to even call him came about from simply seeing his name on the board beside her desk. She rarely planned things too far ahead... She liked to be spontaneous. To have him decide, however, made her choice to not plan ahead seem an even better idea. She had nothing else to do with her day... and that left her open to hang out with him.

"Sounds like a plan to me," She agreed, smiling over the brim of her cup before taking another sip. "Mm. Maybe I can get you dancing? What do you say? Waltz in the daisies with me, John?" She grinned again with that, putting her cup back down before tearing off part of her muffin. "I really was hoping to hit the park one last time before the seasons changed. The trees get so pretty around this time of year, and trying to go in the winter is just insane. The ducks and all the birds are already gone, and then it gets colder... Trying to get a full walk in requires a parka and snowshoes. Well... maybe not THAT terrible, but still. I'd rather get a good memory of this summer in before I miss it entirely..."

She was rambling, a realization that took a moment to catch up with her. He had gone a bit silent as well, something that suddenly made her a bit worried. Oh dear, had she talked a bit too much? He didn't spend too much time with her outside of work... And here she was, possibly ruining a chance at a great friendship by yammering away. Crap.

He apologized first, bringing another smirk to Claire's face. It was somewhat of a relief, somewhat of a confusion. With a laugh and a nod, she agreed with him on it all, taking a last tug off her muffin and popping it into her mouth. "Absolutely. And don't worry, my mind has a horrible time wandering off. The strangest things will get me going." Slipping out of the chair, she tilted her head at him just slightly, nodding toward the door. "What do you think? All caffeinated and ready to go?"

 

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John almost sagged in the chair when she didn't read him the riot act for zoning out on her like that. He was really starting to like her a hell of a lot more than he did before that. Claire was such an easy going person when he got to know her a little better. He vowed to himself that he would socialize with her a bit more. Nothing really regular, clockwork regular, but...

"Absolutely. And don't worry, my mind has a horrible time wandering off. The strangest things will get me going."

"Maybe we can compare notes," he said, then quickly drained the last of his coffee. He saw her get out of her chair, and caught all the not so subtle cues regarding heading out.

"What do you think? All caffeinated and ready to go?"

"Yep, as ready as I will ever be."

They continued their conversation as they walked. Topics covered all kinds of matter, all of it trivial and just a good way to fill in time. John was relaxed. He was enjoying himself spending time with Claire. Even when the occasional thought flashed through his head about taking it further, it still didn't impact the overall enjoyment of time. It was so informal. It wasn't a date, there were no expectations beyond good company. He wondered why he hadn't done this earlier.

John walked past the building where his apartment was located, and he was just about to point it out to her when he caught himself in time. He covered quickly continuing as though nothing happened. Soon enough, the sounds of jazz style music could be heard over the background noises of the city. John liked what he heard, as as they got closer, the music got better.

Carstair's Park was a large landscaped area that was designed to give people plenty of places to sit in the sun, or shade. They even managed to make a natural stage area of natural flat stones, backed by a grove of trees that helped reflect the sounds into the audience area. The band was playing on the stage, most of the audience were laying on blankets on the grass, though there were a few couples dancing to the music.

John remembered something Claire said about dancing. A playful smile erupted upon his face. He reached for Claire's hand as he took a few steps closer to where the audience was.

"Come on, Claire. Dance with me?"

 

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The walk was a nice one, more idle talk along the way, Claire smiling at his words but giving a curious glance as he hesitated in their steps. She had been moving a bit ahead of him before she even realized he was lagging, glancing back with a tilt of her head. Before she could ask, he was moving once again, as if nothing had happened. Well then. Must not have been too important.

As they approached, the sound of the band was already floating through the air, Claire's smile growing a bit more, turning to a full out grin as she caught the smile on John's face as well. Oh good! He liked it too!

...More than she had guessed. Her eyes widened as he took her hand, looking to his smiling face at his request. She grinned in return, nodding slightly before joining him. There were only a few other dancers, but Claire was soon growing more comfortable with the lack of others, taking a braver turn and stepping in a bit closer to him. Her hand came to rest on his shoulder, enjoying the music as she leaned in a bit closer. "Thanks, John. I... I needed this," She whispered loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

The song ended. Another started. Claire didn't let go. "Just... One more? Please?" She smiled up at him hopefully, squeezing his hand. "You're a good dancer. And look! We've gotten others up to do it too! We can't just take off on them!" She grinned with that, laughing softly.

Another song.
And another.

Her legs were getting tired now. Stepping up on her toes as the sax stopped, she whispered to him once again, this time not for another. "Perhaps we can go find something to drink? I'm kinda... tuckered out..."

 

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Dancing with Claire was great. John let the music sweep over him and he followed the suggestions. He was glad that Claire was enjoying it too, and it just made the day feel right. John was expecting that they would dance for just one song, then sit and listen for a while before moving onto to something else.

"Just... One more? Please?"

The way she asked him, along with the light squeeze of his hand was enough to keep him dancing with her. He had no real reason not too. He was awake, refreshed. Claire was great company. She was a great dancer too. The way she moved was a joy to watch, plus it got him thinking of other ways she might move. But he tried not to be too focused on her sexually. They danced through a number of songs, John oblivious to anything else around him.

Finally, she stood close to him, raising herself up high enough to softly speak in his ear. Her breath teased his ear as the words were carried from her lips. The effect on him was instantaneous; he went rock hard and blushed brightly.

"Perhaps we can go find something to drink? I'm kinda... tuckered out..."

"Ahhh... sure, Claire. We can do that."

Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand as he led her away from the bandstand. His hold was such that if she wished to break it, she could do so easily. Once they were walking, John simply walked with Claire, not really guiding her or directing her. He kind of hoped or knew that she would stay ar his side.

"Ummm, my place is nearby. We could stop off there for a drink, and some lunch too if you're hungry. If you're OK with that, of course.

"Damn, why do I feel like I am fifteen again when I am around you like this? Sorry, Claire. I'm really enjoying this, and I am not wanting you to think I am trying to get you into bed or anything like that. I'm trying to be helpful, and I need to learn when to keep my fucking mouth shut and not babble in a really embarrassing way. Crap." The last word did it's best to be concealed in the sigh.

 

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She smiled at first, a part of her regretting the fact they had to leave the music behind, but also was simply enjoying the company she had. It was funny, they had worked together for a time now, but Claire had been so hesitant to talk to others- especially someone like John. She was afraid, shy, embarassed... So lost in an office space. Everyone else seemed so at home in it, so adjusted to the idea of the "code of the building"; just a group of suits and ties milling about, and she was there to serve them. Frustrating sometimes, really. She thought everyone looked down at her.

But he didn't.
And that made her smile.

As did his hand on hers.
She hadn't expected that; but his touch felt so calming, comforting. Welcoming. She appreciated it. When it started to fall away, she let an inward frown develop once more, but took her own hand back to sway beside her.

"...Your place?" Claire glanced at him for a quick moment with the suggestion. Was this an attempt to- No, not John. He wouldn't be that forward, would he? Well, the John of her dreams seemed to be... but the guy himself? Certainly not the fellow her mind made him out to be, right?

He cleared that questioning pass of thoughts with his own thoughts on the matter, bringing another smile to Claire's face. "I'm not worried on that, John," She replied with a smirk, reaching out to squeeze his hand again. "Just some friends spending time together, right? Just... some really close... friends..."

She wondered if he could feel her pulse through that grasp, the way her heart was beating so much faster than usual. Was it just from the dancing? She doubted it. Seeing him smile, be flustered like that- it made her smile as well. "I don't mind going back to your place...," She added softly.

 

[marauder13]

"You don't?" John's voice was a little higher than he felt comfortable with. He shook his head a little, hoping something would either fall back into place or just drop out all together. "OK, that's great. It's not too far. I can't promise anything five star, but I can give you a good feed, and something palatable to drink."

John found himself focusing on something that Claire said. More importantly, how she said it. 'Just some friends spending time together, right? Just... some really close... friends...' The remainder of the walk was spent hashing over the words, trying to figure out that she was meaning by 'Just... some really close... friends...' He allowed himself enough brain power to unlock the main door to the building, then take the lift up to where his apartment was located. The halls were smart in appearance, or at least well looked after. Before he knew it, they were standing outside of 6D.

John looked over at Claire, his nerves getting the better of him again. He looked over at her, his mind's eye picturing them together on the couch getting all hot and sweaty from doing fun things together. He was really wondering if there was a chance with that, but again pulled back on those thoughts.

"Well... here we are," he said somewhat lamely. "Ummm.... after you." He opened the door, and allowed Claire to walk in. The walls were the same colour as when he bought the place, though the carpet had been changed to something a little more comfortable and wearing. The entire apartment was light shades of colour, allowing the furniture to contrast against it. Deep brown leather sofa and chairs. The TV sat on a mahogany unit. The place was neat, but lived in.

"So, Claire, what can I get you? Anything to eat? Drink? What do you want, Claire?"

John found himself feeling a little nervous. He swallowed loudly, rather conscious of the sound. He realized that he had a rather attractive woman, that he found very appealing, in his apartment. He caught a brief overview of the number of fantasies involving Claire and various places in his apartment. They had kissed before, and he really wanted to kiss her again, but he also didn't want to scare her off, but if things worked well, then they could be...

"How about a beer, or maybe some wine... for starters?"