Samantha blushed. Her eyes wanted to water up a bit. It wasn't because she was emotional it was because no one had ever taken such a genuine interest in her before. Samantha could at the very most sense that this desire went far beyond just the physical. That feeling was always dirty and crude and it made her uncomfortable. This was more warm and inviting and honestly anxious. It was kind of cute. "I don't bite." She assured her. Samantha moved over a bit on the bench so Tamara could sit down. It was weird. She felt this... Connection. She couldn't explain it. Like as if somehow she had known her in another life.
That was silly. Of course that wasn't true, but she believed in such things. Karma, fate, destiny and one's true purpose. She believed that people find themselves where they are supposed to be. That everyone is guided through life through a series of events that make us interconnected and ties the cosmos together. Samantha wasn't exactly spiritual, but she believed in things to find hope and reason in her life.
Reaching up she tucked a few blonde strands of hair behind her ear. Looking down at her feet she smiled. When her eyes raised again she met Tamara's gaze with a modest smile. "I was just out here takin some pictures. It relaxes me. I find that looking through the world through a lens makes me focus on the important things. Ya notice more when the blinders are thrown on ya know? You can appreciate the little things."
She wasn't sure if she was rambling or not, but suddenly she felt a little foolish. She could feel the heat flushing back into her cheeks as she stared at Tamara. She still couldn't shake that undeniable feeling that they had known each other before. The wind started to blow lightly and she got a small chill. She couldn't be sure if the chill was from the wind or the serendipitous feeling she got, but either way she shrugged it off.
Like she was supposed to meet her, here. Finally she relented. She allowed Tamera what she wanted. With a soft friendly smile she placed a hand on Tamara's knee. Not direct contact. Samantha was wearing gloves over her hands to prevent her abilities from bleeding into her mind without her permission. A mere touch was all it took and people's most private thoughts and wishes came flooding into her head like a projection player. "Okay. I'm yours"
Samantha said throwing her hands up in the air in over exaggerated fashion. "You can take me anywhere, we'll call it a date. I warn you though. No sushi." She made a face at the thought of having to endure such a disgusting meal. "I'm letting you in." She said aloud and with a thought that maybe Tamera could read she added. "And I'm scared to death of it." But she was still smiling.
Watching Samantha as she continued to smile for the camera, Tamara could see that the shell surrounding her innermost thoughts was beginning to weaken as she repeated her telepathic message to her... ....please, let me in; let me get to know you, Samantha; the person you are, Samantha, what makes you you..... Samantha could at the very most sense that this desire went far beyond just the physical. That feeling was always dirty and crude and it made her uncomfortable. This was more warm and inviting and honestly anxious. It was kind of cute. "I don't bite." She assured her. Samantha moved over a bit on the bench so Tamara could sit down. It was weird. She felt this... Connection. She couldn't explain it. Like as if somehow she had known her in another life.
I know, Tamara said telepathically to Samantha as she sat down next to her on the stone bench and replied, "I don't bite either," chuckling lightly and feeling an equal connection to Samantha; it was like they had crossed paths with one another in a past life and had reunited once again as she watched Samantha quietly fidgeting.... Reaching up she tucked a few blonde strands of hair behind her ear. Looking down at her feet she smiled. When her eyes raised again she met Tamara's gaze with a modest smile. "I was just out here takin some pictures. It relaxes me. I find that looking through the world through a lens makes me focus on the important things. Ya notice more when the blinders are thrown on ya know? You can appreciate the little things." She wasn't sure if she was rambling or not, but suddenly she felt a little foolish. She could feel the heat flushing back into her cheeks as she stared at Tamara. She still couldn't shake that undeniable feeling that they had known each other before.
"That makes sense," Tamara said, watching Samantha as she blushed, the rosy heat within her cheeks adding what Tamara thought was a lovely hint of pink to Samantha's skin, a lovely contrast to her blonde hair and beautiful features but what drew Tamara's attention was Samantha's quiet shyness, which Tamara knew too all well about herself as there were times were she was also extremely shy and introverted. Suddenly, she watched as Samantha placed her hand on Tamara's knee as they sat there, the feeling quite exquisite to Tamara and while in the past it would've frightened her enough to cause her to run, this time it didn't. Instead, Tamara smiled, a warm inviting smile that screamed Its' okay, Samantha, its' okay to be yourself... "Okay. I'm yours" Samantha said throwing her hands up in the air in over exaggerated fashion. "You can take me anywhere, we'll call it a date. I warn you though. No sushi." She made a face at the thought of having to endure such a disgusting meal. "I'm letting you in." She said aloud and with a thought that maybe Tamera could read she added. "And I'm scared to death of it." But she was still smiling.
Smiling once more, Tamara replied, "I know a nice Italian restaurant just off the campus grounds; that's where we'll go," she said, trying with all her might not to lean over and kiss Samantha were they sat, though God only knew that's exactly what Tamara wanted to do right at the that moment; there was a lot about Samantha that Tamara wanted to know but she also knew that, for some reason, there wasn't anyone else who had ever brought out these feelings inside of her; it scared her inside but it also made made her feel alive, more alive than she'd ever felt in her life, something she tried to impart telepathically to Samantha as they sat there...There's nothing to be scared of, Samantha, Tamara said mentally, biting her lip a moment and continuing to gaze into Samantha's bright blue eyes, and there's nothing to be afraid of; you're a good, decent and friendly person ready to take on the world and if you'll allow me to, I'll be right there by your side, Samantha....
Italian. She thought. Samanthat made a consious effort not to scream Yuk! in her head. She knew that on some level Tamera had the ability to read minds and she didn't want to be rude. She supposed that power scared alot of people away. There was a reason why Tamera was so anxious to get to know her better, because like her Samantha's power involved reading into people's intentions. it was a common thread they shared and Samantha herself was more than a little curious to know how it meshed together.
She had never met anyone remotely like her. Her experience with mutnats in general had been limited to her time looking in the mirror before she got to this place. She had never met another mutant before. And if it wasn't for the fact that mutants were a hotbutton issue talked about on the news she might've even thought she was alone in this world. "Okay. Sounds good. Just let me go get ready." She said. With that sweet southern accent. She looked down at her jeans and s-shirt. Her clothes were decidedly ordinary and for whatever reason she wanted to sparkle on this date. She had to admit that Tamera was very cute in her own right.
She felt an attraction there, and it wasn't Tamera's emotions pushing their way onto her... She knew that. Somehow she knew that. With a light squeeze of Tamera's hand she stood up and awkwardly exited. Smiling and laughing she assured her she would meet her back here in about an hour and they could go to lunch. She supposed it was lunch they were going to. It was still pretty early in the day. Lunch was a whole lot less intimate, and that kind of took the pressure off. First days shouldn't be pressure stacks anyway. They should be light and casual and something you can enjoy without feeling like you're on an audition.
Samantha made her way back up to her room and quickly crossed the hall. Pushing her door open she fell against the door and breathed a sigh of exictement. Her eyes fluttered a bit as she looked around the bland room. A small frown pushed it's way around her face. She realized how empty her life had been until she got here. There was a bed and a dresser and a small nightstand. An alarm clock beside the bed and that was it. That was the extend of her personality in this room. "Some date you're going to make." She groaned to herself sarcastically.
Moving over to the large, stand up dresser she pulled open the doors. Looking around at the clothes she decided she had very little in the way of fancy. Oh no! She thought. I have nothing interesting to put on! She quietly raged in her mind at her lack of style and wished she had better options. Then again. This was her first date in possibly 8 years. There was more riding on this now than she realized. She pulled out a small black skirt that only went partly down her thighs and a cream colored wool sweater. Her legs were a nice enough feature to show off so she figured her legs could probably salvage the rest of the outfit.
Slipping them on she stopped to look in the mirror. She couldn't make up her mind. That was the worst part about actually having time alone to realize your own emotions. She realized how incredibly indescisive she was. "Ugh! It'll have to do." She finally decided. Looking at the clock she realized she had been up here trying on clothes for nearly an hour and a half. She was already late meeting Tamera back downstairs. She quickly headed to the door and down the stairs. She would do her best not to empath on this date. She didn't want to search Tamara's feelings she wanted her to tell them too her.
She wanted to give the girl her privacy. It was only respectful. When she found Tamera waiting where they agreed she walked right up to her nervously. With a smile she announced that she was ready. "Okay, we're good to go! Oh, uh... No powers on this thang. I just would like to get to know each other the old fashioned way if'n that's okay?" She asked. Staring at Tamera with those big blue eyes her gaze never faltered. She just stared at her waiting for a response and batting her pretty lashes at her.
She felt an attraction there, and it wasn't Tamera's emotions pushing their way onto her... She knew that. Somehow she knew that. With a light squeeze of Tamera's hand she stood up and awkwardly exited. Smiling and laughing she assured her she would meet her back here in about an hour and they could go to lunch. She supposed it was lunch they were going to. It was still pretty early in the day. Lunch was a whole lot less intimate, and that kind of took the pressure off. First days shouldn't be pressure stacks anyway. They should be light and casual and something you can enjoy without feeling like you're on an audition.
Giving Samantha's hand an equally light squeeze, Tamara headed off to change as well, rushing back to her residence at a pace that would've surprised everyone - including her. With butterflies quivering inside her, she headed upstairs and all-but-threw her clothes off, opening her closet to see what she had to wear. Since they were going out to lunch, it didn't have to be formal or anything like that but she didn't just want to throw on something; Tamara wanted to wear something that was both casual and beautiful at the same time. What can I wear? she thought, biting her lip as she pushed aside one article of clothing and then another of clothing - several times over - before settling on something she thought had a mix of flirty, beautiful and casual at the same time. Ahh, there we go, she thought, pulling out an olive-colored long-sleeve hooded sweater dress which fit her almost perfectly and slipping it over her, pausing to admire herself in the mirror. "Girl, you look gorgeous!" she whispered, turning a few times and realizing she needed something to compliment them; suddenly, she walked back over to her closet and brought out a pair of lace-up 4" heels she'd bought a few years back but had only wore once since then; slipping them on her feet, she laced them up and stepped back, amazed at the subtle transformation from a seemingly plain-looking woman to someone who could turn heads in an instant. "I hope Samantha like it," Tamara said quietly, pausing to admire herself once more before grabbing her purse and heading downstairs.
After making sure everything was in its' place, she slipped a pair of what looked like hearing aids into each ear - they weren't for hearing; Tamara could hear just fine...they were to block the constant, never-ending rush of thoughts and emotions than scanners endured in their lives. After once more making sure everything was where it should be and that nothing was askew or amiss, she headed outside and waited by her car - a Ford GT she'd purchased at an auction years back - wondering just where Samantha was... When she found Tamera waiting where they agreed she walked right up to her nervously. With a smile she announced that she was ready. "Okay, we're good to go! Oh, uh... No powers on this thang. I just would like to get to know each other the old fashioned way if'n that's okay?" She asked. Staring at Tamera with those big blue eyes her gaze never faltered. She just stared at her waiting for a response and batting her pretty lashes at her.
"No problem; by the way, you look beautiful, Samantha," Tamara replied, stunned by just how beautiful Samantha looked. And I thought I looked good, she thought to herself as she walked over to the passenger side and opened the door for Samantha, having to fight to contain the onrush of emotions and feelings inside her at that moment; it was all Tamara could do to not pin Samantha to the side of the car and kiss her right then and there. God, please tell she's the one, Tamara thought to herself...please, please, please tell me she's the one....
Last Edit: May 19, 2018 23:42:59 GMT by Tamara Lyell
Samantha rounded the corner and saw her date for the evening and her jaw nearly hit the floor. Suddenly she felt very underdressed. The sleeves of her wool sweate dwarved her hands. She twiddled her thumbs and looked around. 'So.... We ready?' She asked nervously. Samantha was trying to fill the void with silence. The tension in the air was thick. it was palpable. it was hot sticky sexual tension and she wasn't sure if it was from her end or if she was feeding off the emotions of Tamera.
Apparently they both approved of how the other looked. That's not fair. She had to make a effort to not use her powers. She had already broken rule number one. This is going to be tricky. She thought trying to will herself to not feel anything. She didn't know how to turn her power off she just struggled and did the best she could. she wanted the night to go well. She wanted to honestly get to know this woman. She blushed and grin when she saw the car. it was a nice car with a nice shade of paint on it. S
he slipped into the car feeling the student's eyes on them as she did so. "Who's that getting into professor Lyell's car?" She heard one of them ask. Apparently they were going to be the talk of the town. 'i feel a bit like'a celebrity.' She gushed. Samantha slipped into the car and pulled her seatbelt on. There was a small click as she settled herself into her seat. She couldn't remember the last time anyone paid her this much attention. Besides her brother Lane. He was as overprotective as they came.
She rather enjoyed the attention. A smile rested on her face and she hoped the evening would go well. She chewed on her lower lip as she watched Tamera move around the car and get in as well. "And the adventure begins.' She said in a corny sort of way, throwing her hands up and resting them anxiously on her knees. She could only imagine what Tamera had planned for tonight. Samantha's yes was spur of the moment. Tamera didn't really have time to plan anything, but it was just a lunch date. She had to temper her expectations and just tyr and have fun.
Watching as Samantha climbed inside and sat in the passenger seat, Tamara closed the door gently and began walking over to the other side, feeling the eyes of anyone around who saw them; she could just imagine what they were thinking, seeing her - and Samantha - all dolled up as they were. It was rare for Tamara to wear anything other than her usual set of clothes...and Tamara in a dress and heels? That was a blue moon rarity for her, but she kept her thoughts - and her eyes -to herself as she climbed in the driver's seat and joined Samantha inside, buckling her seat belt and firing up the GT40's engine, hearing the healthy purr and feeling the light sensory vibrations of the car as she put it in gear and they headed out...
She rather enjoyed the attention. A smile rested on her face and she hoped the evening would go well. She chewed on her lower lip as she watched Tamera move around the car and get in as well. "And the adventure begins.' She said in a corny sort of way, throwing her hands up and resting them anxiously on her knees. She could only imagine what Tamera had planned for tonight. Samantha's yes was spur of the moment. Tamera didn't really have time to plan anything, but it was just a lunch date. She had to temper her expectations and just tyr and have fun.
Smiling, Tamara looked over at Samantha a couple time as they drove off the grounds of the Xavier School and onto the streets of Salem Center; like Samantha, she was feeling just as anxious and nervous as well, trying to play things as they came along rather than planning them out. "There's a nice Italian restaurant, Bruno's, that I go to every so often; the chicken vesuvio is to die for...their pizza, though, are pretty good as well," she said, hoping to lighten the mood some so that their date would go smoothly - or as smoothly as Tamara hoped it did.
Samantha laughed at the suggestions. The chicken, apparently was out of this world. The Pizza was only pretty good. "I could go for some pretty good pizza." She admitted. There was a coy smile dancing across her lips. Her feet shuffled nervously in the passenger floorboards. She ran her hands along the long tan skin of her legs and rubbed her knees absentmindedly. Samantha bit her lips as she felt how sweaty the palms of her hands were getting and decided to look out the window.
The truth was she hadn't been here very long. In New York that was. She had that job as an EMT, but that was only for a few months. She was still new to this place. This wonderful, magical place known as the big apple. She didn't want to bring Tamara into her problems. She didn't need to know that Samantha was on the run from, well from her troubled past.
Samantha had made some mistakes in her life the same as anyone else. Those mistakes just so happened to be of the violent variety. She could still hear the creak in her knee when she moved it just the right way. The doctor said it was a miracle that she healed the way she did. And as an empath, the worst part had to be the rage. The beatings were one thing but to feel that much rage inside her because of him.... It made her physically sick. It was overpowering.
Samantha stared out the window. The ride had gotten quiet as she lost herself in her thoughts. She heard an angry voice echoing inside her head. "Get back here you bitch! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" The B word rattling off and echoing in her mind like a cacophonous assault. Before her eyes was swimming blurs of green and brown. Trees whipped by in front of her eyes as they drove quietly through the streets of New York. It was rural New York. It wasn't the congestion of the city or the cramped traffic it was a quiet leisurely drive.
Samantha tried to push the terrible thoughts away from her mind, but that was what was plaguing her at the moment. Her last relationship. It was one of the reasons she found herself so nervous at the idea of growing intimate with anyone else, though she smiled brightly and tried her best not to let him spoil the evening. He coincidentally was the thing that turned her onto women in the first place.
Turning back to Tamara she noticed the smile on her face. Samantha had stolen a glance from here and sheepishly looked away. Her eyes averted to her feet. "So uh...." She started. Clearing her throat before she finished her thought. "What made'cha wanna be a teacher?" She asked. She looked up and realized the GPS said they were going to be there in less than three minutes. She smiled at Tamara. Her eyes innocent and trusting and ready to give life another shot.
Turning back to Tamara she noticed the smile on her face. Samantha had stolen a glance from here and sheepishly looked away. Her eyes averted to her feet. "So uh...." She started. Clearing her throat before she finished her thought. "What made'cha wanna be a teacher?" She asked. She looked up and realized the GPS said they were going to be there in less than three minutes. She smiled at Tamara. Her eyes innocent and trusting and ready to give life another shot.
"Wanting to help people more than anything," Tamara replied, having caught Samantha smiling more and more and smiling right back in turn as the GPS announced that the restaurant was about a minute or so away, "but also wanting to learn how to deal with the powers I have and how to channel and control them, not only for my own self-preservation and self-worth but to help me be a better person and all," pausing as she slowed the GT40 down to turn into the parking lot for Bruno's. Must be a slow day, Tamara mused, as she pulled into a parking spot near the front; the Italian restaurant was a hole-in-the-wall Salem Center institution that'd been around for as long as Tamara had been at the Xavier School and its' wood-fired clay ovens produced - in Tamara's opinion, anyway - some of the best pizzas' around, period.
"Well, we're here," Tamara quipped as she turned the engine off and picked up her purse from the center dash, dropping her keys inside. Climbing out of the car, she closed the door and headed around to open the door for Samantha; stepping back so that Samantha could step out of the car herself, Tamara said, "As soon as we find ourselves a booth and get our orders in, I'll finish what I was talking about earlier.."
The place was fancier than she thought. When Samantha stepped inside they were greeted by a hostess who asked them how many in their party. "Two please." Samantha said. The hostess smiled and ushered them to a nice cozy little booth. There were white table clothes and candle lights. This wasn't just some pizza place, this was fancy. This was, impressive. Samantha looked at the table setting and the menus and the vase with the roses on the table. Wow. She thought. Way to lay on the moves real heavy and thick. She couldn't help but blush a little.
She was pulling out all the stops and for what? She didn't really think she was any prize to be had. Not really. "This is some place." Samantha marveled. She was expecting just a nice quiet little lunch. She didn't expect this. The waiter came over with a silk cloth draped over his arms as he set down some appetizers. "But we didn't order any...." Samantha was cut off by the waiter. He seemed displeased with her lack of fine dining refinement.
"They are....Compliments of the house madam Moselle. A bone apetite." He said and pulled the silver platter of a tray of scallops. "I'd like a glass off...." The waiter walked off. "Water." She finished when he was well out of earshot to hear her. Samantha smiled again at Tamara. "This is some place." She repeated. She shifted and wiggled in her booth sitting across from Tamera. She couldn't help but feel like the world's eyes were on her, even though it was just one set of eyes on her. Tamara's. That was enough.
That was enough to make her wiggle and squirm and blush and turn red. She tucked her hair back behind her ear, the way she always did as a nervous tick and wiggled her nose like a rabit as she picked up the menu. She held it in front of her face and pretended to read it. It was in french. She couldn't read french. She lowered the menu for a moment. "This place serves pizza?" She questioned. She was beginning to think the pizza was a ruse to get her to a fancy restaurant. This was in fact a french restaurant.
"I don't know what to order!" She whisper shouted. She was hiding behind the menu to hide her embarrasment and her blushing. The waiter came back and asked if they were ready to order. Samantha pointed at the menu confidently. "Uh I'll have this...." The waiter looked shocked. "But madam you can't..." Samantha cut him off for a change. She was still snippy about his rude behavior earlier.
"NO! That is what I want and that is what you will bring me." She could be a little hot head when she wanted to be. She crossed her arms against her chest. "Very well madam. I will bring you one order of the "closed on sunday!" Samantha blushed and sunk in her seat. "Uh...I'll have the fish?" Her voice came out sounding way more like a question than she intended too. Oh she had never been so embarrassed.
The date was going alright at first, Tamara thought - her regular curved booth with the red Italian leather and red-checkered cloth-covered curved table; nothing fancy but befitting a nice hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant - when things began to go a little sideways... "I don't know what to order!" She whisper shouted. She was hiding behind the menu to hide her embarrasment and her blushing. The waiter came back and asked if they were ready to order. Samantha pointed at the menu confidently. "Uh I'll have this...." The waiter looked shocked. "But madam you can't..." Samantha cut him off for a change. She was still snippy about his rude behavior earlier.
"NO! That is what I want and that is what you will bring me." She could be a little hot head when she wanted to be. She crossed her arms against her chest. "Very well madam. I will bring you one order of the "closed on sunday!" Samantha blushed and sunk in her seat. "Uh...I'll have the fish?" Her voice came out sounding way more like a question than she intended too. Oh she had never been so embarrassed.
Tamara felt a wave of mortification and embarrassment wash over and through her - but not because of Samantha; she could understand her reaction....but in the five or so years since she'd first started eating here, she'd never seen a wait staff act that rude towards someone. The fact that it was a date of Tamara's only made it worse. "Excuse me," she said to the server several time, finally getting their attention. "Is Bruno here?" she asked; when told he was, Tamara said, "Well, tell him that unless he wants to lose a regular customer, I'd like to talk to him, please," in a voice that would've cut through a few inches of plate steel.
A few minutes later the proprietor himself - a tall, bespectacled man who'd owner the restaurant for as long as Tamara could remember - came out to their booth and apologized for the server's behavior and offered to comp (a/k/a cover) their meal, on the house. "Thank you, Bruno, I really appreciate it," she said, smiling and doing her level best to calm everyone's nerves - including both hers and Samantha's. Using the time to peruse the menu, Tamara settled on what she hoped was a selection that would ease both her and Samantha as they sat there. "We'll have the baked spaghetti with extra meat sauce, a garden salad each and a plate of garlic bread with extra butter," she said, opting for comfort and a relaxed meal instead of trying to pick something extraordinary. "And what would you ladies like to drink?" Bruno asked.
"Ahhh," Tamara said, trying to decide - and failing - on what to drink, eventually opting for two glasses of iced tea; as Bruno let them be, Tamara leaned forward and said to Samantha, "Its' alright, its' alright, no need to be embarrassed. First time I came here it took me ten minutes to decide and I almost bolted the door before I could decide," quietly chuckling at the memory of her first visit to the restaurant. Then she looked at Samantha, her attention focused solely on her. "Hey, we all have our moments where we want to hide within our shells, inside of us, but as I said earlier and the first time we met," she said quietly, her words meant for Samantha and only for Samantha, "I really do want to get to know you, the person inside, Samantha....I think we have a lot in common and I really want to get to know you; will you let me inside? Please?" Her words were tender, forthright and completely honest; if there was one thing Tamara Lyell had never done to anyone in her life it was lie to someone and she meant every word she'd just spoken to Samantha. All she hoped was that her words were getting through...
Samantha took a deep breath and lowered the menu in front of her face. She sighed and slouched in her seat. She felt silly honestly. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. She was just glad it was over. She ordered the same thing as Tamara and when the food came she couldn't help but admit that it looked really really good. Blushing lightly she used her fork to wind up some speghetti when the food arrived. She kept blowing her bangs out of her face.
It was a constant problem. Samantha would eat and talk a bit and her bangs would be right there in her face again. "AWHEWPP!" Every few seconds.... "AWHEWPP!" Blowing her bangs out of her face. Samantha was a bit clumsy. That was the understatement o the year. She had been known to be careless and a bit messy. It was evident by the bits of spaghetti sauce that kissed each corner of her mouth. It was like the worlds most Italian dimples
. She looked up from her meal... "What's wrong?" She asked innocently. Not knowing that Tamara was smiling because of the sauce on the corners of her cheeks. "AWHEWPP!" She blew the bangs out of her face again. When Tamara asked her to let her in... Samantha finally broke down. "Okay." She said simply. Looking down at her plate a minute her eyes flicked back up to Tamera. "What do you want to know? Ask me anything." She set her fork down and placed her hands on the table. Her hands were still wearing black leather gloves. She was still terrified about the notion of accidentally touching someone and seeing their memories.
She looked at Tamara honestly. She stopped to consider just how beautiful she was. And she was. She really was. She hadn't been on many dates really. She avoided them for the same reason she avoided people in general. Feelings and emotions were just too overwelming. In a romantic setting like this she was usually clawing at her seat by this point, but Tamara had done pretty good not to pressure her.
Not to force her into any corners and Samantha appreciated it. She reached across the table and placed a gloved hand on top of Tamara's. "I'm trying to let you in.... It's just I..... I don't have much experience with this." She said softly. Blinking a few times she gave her, her sweetest smile. "AWHEWPP!!!!!"
Digging into their meals, Tamara couldn't help but notice just how innocent Samantha looked; from the way she brushed aside her gorgeous blonde bangs to the manner in which she ate, everything about her screamed an innocence that Tamara found both alluring and honest. It was, to her mind, as if Samantha had been sheltered all her life from the storms of the worlds and was now only finding her way in this world, a road Tamara knew from experience herself... She looked up from her meal... "What's wrong?" She asked innocently. Not knowing that Tamara was smiling because of the sauce on the corners of her cheeks. "AWHEWPP!" She blew the bangs out of her face again.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong, Tamara replied in-between bites of spaghetti. "Its' just," she said quietly as Samantha continued on, giving Tamara permission to ask her anything...setting her fork down, Tamara gazed into Samantha's blue eyes for a few moments and said, "its' just you're...," pausing to find the words she'd been struggling to find all along, "its' just you're so beautiful, Samantha, that I'm...I'm stammering here; you have an innocence about you that I just simply find beautiful and alluring, like you've just stepped out of your shell and are going forth into the world. Its' the same feeling I had years ago and I've never lost those feelings, so when I see you, its' like I'm remembering my own life's journey and...."
Before Tamara could continue on, Samantha took things into her own hands, which kinda' pleasantly surprised her... She looked at Tamara honestly. She stopped to consider just how beautiful she was. And she was. She really was. She hadn't been on many dates really. She avoided them for the same reason she avoided people in general. Feelings and emotions were just too overwelming. In a romantic setting like this she was usually clawing at her seat by this point, but Tamara had done pretty good not to pressure her.
Not to force her into any corners and Samantha appreciated it. She reached across the table and placed a gloved hand on top of Tamara's. "I'm trying to let you in.... It's just I..... I don't have much experience with this." She said softly. Blinking a few times she gave her, her sweetest smile. "AWHEWPP!!!!!"
"Neither do I," Tamara said quietly, trying not to cry at the thought that was she really, really...really wanted to do right then and there, when Samantha reached across the table to her, was lean forward, pull Samantha close to her...and plant one helluva kiss right on those gorgeous lips of Samnatha's. All Tamara wondered was whether she had the courage to do so or whether she'd chicken out and miss a golden opportunity to precisely tell - no, show! Tamara thought - Samantha how she felt about her, right then and right there.
Samantha was blushing. She could feel the heat of the moment rising in her flush cheeks. Her hands were starting to sweat thought they remained inside her gloves. Tamara was one of the most beautiful women she had met in recent years. Not only in outward appaearance but inwardly as well. She oozed this warmth that was just so rare these days.
People were never about as genuine as she found Tamara to be. Most people only pretended to care, preteneded to be genuine when secretly they only cared abou their own needs. Tamara wanted nothing more than to let in. Samantha opened up and allowed her into her world. There was much to tell, but not alot of it was first date kind of conversation. Samantha kept it light and fun and didn't try to overwelm here. She squeezed Tamara's hand lightly and across the table she saw the shimmer of hope twinkling in Tamara's eye. She knew in her heart that this moment wasn't likely to come again.
Not if she blew it here. She decided to take a chance. Her bangs were still in her face. Samantha brushed them gently aside with her hand as she leaned foward across the tabel. Logic be damned. She would not be afraid to live a second longer. She pulled Tamara into her gentle kiss with a temptation of her supple lips upon hers. She felt the heat within her rising. Her eyes fell closed and for a moment all of the beauty in the world rested on her lips and her lips alone. Of course she meant Tamara
. She keeped her with a deepening kiss that could have made cupid cover his eyes and blush. Suddenly she found herself wishing she wasn't in such a public place. She pulled away slowly at first. Her bright blue eyes blinking innocently across the table at Tamara. Everything was gone. Every fear, every worry. Every doubt and hesitant thought vanished with the taste of apple lip gloss. She leaned back in her chair and slouched a little bit. Her body was a bit numb, tingly from the moment.
"Wow..." She said. It was all she could think to say as a smile slowly infected her face. She had forgotten about her embarrsing moment. She forgot about the rude waiter and the gossipy children. She had forgotten that this was her first date in nearly 3 years. Or that she hadn't kissed another person in much longer than that. He lips tasted....Satisfied, though she was dying to go back in for another taste. "Was that okay?" She asked slightly worried that she might've made a fool of herself.
She pulled her hand away from Tamaras and almost frowned at the lack of physical contact between them. She craved affection just like anyone else. She had denied it to herself for so long that when she finally allowed it she was surprised how much she wanted more. She wanted so much more. her infectious smile grew wider and she boldy stepped over lines that she hadn't even seen in so long. "Do we order desert? Or should we ask for the check?" A coy smile playing at her face as she hoped Tamara understood what she was asking. She suddenly found herself wanting to be alone with this lovely vixen.
Feeling Samantha give her hand another friendly squeeze as they sat there, Tamara was all set to pull her across the table and kiss her right there in front of everyone when, to her shock, surprise and amazement, Samantha did exactly what Tamara wanted to do... People were never about as genuine as she found Tamara to be. Most people only pretended to care, preteneded to be genuine when secretly they only cared abou their own needs. Tamara wanted nothing more than to let in. Samantha opened up and allowed her into her world. There was much to tell, but not alot of it was first date kind of conversation. Samantha kept it light and fun and didn't try to overwelm here. She squeezed Tamara's hand lightly and across the table she saw the shimmer of hope twinkling in Tamara's eye. She knew in her heart that this moment wasn't likely to come again.
Not if she blew it here. She decided to take a chance. Her bangs were still in her face. Samantha brushed them gently aside with her hand as she leaned foward across the tabel. Logic be damned. She would not be afraid to live a second longer. She pulled Tamara into her gentle kiss with a temptation of her supple lips upon hers. She felt the heat within her rising. Her eyes fell closed and for a moment all of the beauty in the world rested on her lips and her lips alone. Of course she meant Tamara.
For the briefest of moments Tamara was stunned but it wasn't out of just shock but of shock mixed with pleasure and happiness, a kind of giddy first-date kind of happiness she hand't known in years; as their lips touched, Tamara felt right at home, the kiss going from just a brief peck to a seconds-long lip-lock that felt really really good and for a few moments Tamara wished they weren't at the restaurant, she was that into her. "Wow," Tamara said right as Samantha said the same thing, a whole jumble of emotions coursing through Tamara as they sat there, the pleasant taste of Samantha's lips lingering like the taste of a fine wine, blushing a pleasant shade of rosy pink, a blush borne not of shyness or embarrassment but of desire, desire for the woman sitting across from her. "Was that okay?" Samantha asked; after a moment's pause, Tamara reached over and pulled her back across the table, kissing her again but now with a lot more passion in her lips, as if to say Let's ditch this place.
Almost in the same vein of desire Samantha asked if they should order desert or pick up the check; Tamara saw the coy smile develop over Samantha's face and kissed her again, her lips lingering over the blonde's for quite some time as she whispered almost breathlessly, "Let's go back to my place, Samantha...please," a playful bite of her lip as she spoke. Tamara knew their meals would be covered by the restaurant; all she cared about at that moment was wanting more and more of Samantha...
Samantha smiled brightly. It was almost surreal. She was getting exactly what she wanted and yet she was terrified. Scared because in this moment her heart pounded. Her mouth was dry and she justed wanted to be wrapped up within the warmth that Tamara could offer her. Okay she thought. Gathering her things she slipped out of the little booth and followed Tamara back to the car. They didn't bother with the check because the meal was compted.
She could play a million different scenarios out in her head of how she thought this evening would go but she never thought it would go this way. Things were moving much faster now. Her heart sped up and skipped a beat. She bit at her lower lip as her hand fumbled for the handle of the car door. Slipping inside she knew what they were leading towards. Intimacy that she hadn't shared since... She thought about the screams, the blows... The violence and she shoved it out of her mind.
It wasn't going to be that way. She had nothing to be scared about and yet she was very nervous. She could feel her cheeks blushing brightly as the car roared to life. This is it. She thought to herself. She was going to see where the moment took her but much like her heart she decided already within her head to give herself completely to this moment. She was just a slave to her whims and her impulsive urges now. Before the car took off Samantha leaned over and wrapped her hands around Tamara's head and pulled her into another deep longing passionate kiss.
She was struggling with self control in this moment and only wanted to reassure herself that there was fire on those lips. There was and she squirmed anxiously in her seat as they moved her way out of the parking lot. Samantha was not a domineering soul in the slightest. She was frail and innocent and timid at best, but she was coming out of her shell. Tamara had brought her out of it slowly and she was opening her eyes to the world for the first time. She didn't need to hide. The faceless victim of past abuses, she could live her life and not be afraid anymore. Nothing was going to hurt her. Least of all she hope, Tamara.
