around Michael’s and began kissing him. Michael sighed in what sounded like pleasure, and Gemma finally felt delivered when his mouth joined hers in a brief, but very intense kiss.
When they pulled away from each other it was with regret on both sides. Michael closed his eyes and turned away and started whispering, reminding himself, “Date number two; date number two; date number two...” Then he tightened his arm around her and pulled her closely into him, altering her centre of gravity and leaving her no choice but lean against him for stability.
Gemma too, turned to the screen and tried to ignore his masculine scent. He felt so good, supporting her and she rested her head against him. She listened to his heart thump its rapid tune and she smiled to herself – had she caused that up-tempo beat..? She hoped so... But in the end, his heart beat, though comforting, was distracting so she raised her head slightly and subconsciously and naturally slipped her hand along his jeans clad thigh to help support her toppled angle.
Instantly she heard Michael repeating again, “Date number two; date number two; date number two... Oh boy... This is going to be a long night.” He leant in and started planting little nibbling kisses on her neck, groaning quietly in pain as he did so, and Gemma began to break out in goose bumps and she once again struggled for reason under his enchanting spell.
Thank goodness the movie was commencing... “Michael, look, it’s starting...” she informed him. Michael regained his composure and faced forward, and for the next hour and a half they allowed the movie to entertain them, Gemma enclosed in her companion’s warm, protective arm.
After the movie Michael took Gemma’s hand and led her to the aromatic coffee shop. “What would you like?” he asked her.
“I’m paying for the coffee,” Gemma adamantly told him.
“I’ll get it...” he said.
“You paid for the movie... I’ll get the coffee.”
“But I asked you out, so I will get the coffee,” Michael insisted.
“You paid for the movie and dinner last night... I promise you, I am paying for the coffee,” Gemma was obdurate in her tone and her expression and Michael conceded.
“I feel like a loser now,” he claimed and Gemma smiled.
“You are a loser,” she quietly informed him.
“You be quiet Missy or I will start nibbling at your neck again...” Michael threatened in a low and husky voice.
“You can’t...” Gemma claimed with an air of confidence.
“ Oh, I can ...” Michael assured her.
“It’s only date number two... You can’t!” Gemma explained and then she snickered.
Michael stood up straight and glared, impressed, yet staggered by her savvy manner. She met his accusing eyes briefly and then faced the front, a moment before feeling a firm smack on her bottom. Gemma gasped again, her eyes excited, but not wanting to push her luck she restrained herself from turning around or saying anything, instead just moving forward with dignity and ordering the coffee.
“Well, I get to carry it...” declared Michael as he reached over and collected the coffees from the counter, and directed Gemma to a table in the corner of the busy shop. They sat down and talked for a while, laughed, and just spent time getting to know each better.
“So what was it like being home schooled?” Michael asked her, generally fascinated by the whole alien concept.
“Compared to what?” Gemma asked, taking a sip of her coffee. “It’s actually hard to compare when it is all you have known... But I think in some ways it would be better because you get very personal attention – if there is an area in which you need help, you get it. And if something was particularly easy, you can whip through it and get out early.”
“So you can set your own pace..?”
“Within general parameters,” Gemma paused, “But the social side was kind of lacking... In my later years a governess came and all the kids on the station were
When they pulled away from each other it was with regret on both sides. Michael closed his eyes and turned away and started whispering, reminding himself, “Date number two; date number two; date number two...” Then he tightened his arm around her and pulled her closely into him, altering her centre of gravity and leaving her no choice but lean against him for stability.
Gemma too, turned to the screen and tried to ignore his masculine scent. He felt so good, supporting her and she rested her head against him. She listened to his heart thump its rapid tune and she smiled to herself – had she caused that up-tempo beat..? She hoped so... But in the end, his heart beat, though comforting, was distracting so she raised her head slightly and subconsciously and naturally slipped her hand along his jeans clad thigh to help support her toppled angle.
Instantly she heard Michael repeating again, “Date number two; date number two; date number two... Oh boy... This is going to be a long night.” He leant in and started planting little nibbling kisses on her neck, groaning quietly in pain as he did so, and Gemma began to break out in goose bumps and she once again struggled for reason under his enchanting spell.
Thank goodness the movie was commencing... “Michael, look, it’s starting...” she informed him. Michael regained his composure and faced forward, and for the next hour and a half they allowed the movie to entertain them, Gemma enclosed in her companion’s warm, protective arm.
After the movie Michael took Gemma’s hand and led her to the aromatic coffee shop. “What would you like?” he asked her.
“I’m paying for the coffee,” Gemma adamantly told him.
“I’ll get it...” he said.
“You paid for the movie... I’ll get the coffee.”
“But I asked you out, so I will get the coffee,” Michael insisted.
“You paid for the movie and dinner last night... I promise you, I am paying for the coffee,” Gemma was obdurate in her tone and her expression and Michael conceded.
“I feel like a loser now,” he claimed and Gemma smiled.
“You are a loser,” she quietly informed him.
“You be quiet Missy or I will start nibbling at your neck again...” Michael threatened in a low and husky voice.
“You can’t...” Gemma claimed with an air of confidence.
“ Oh, I can ...” Michael assured her.
“It’s only date number two... You can’t!” Gemma explained and then she snickered.
Michael stood up straight and glared, impressed, yet staggered by her savvy manner. She met his accusing eyes briefly and then faced the front, a moment before feeling a firm smack on her bottom. Gemma gasped again, her eyes excited, but not wanting to push her luck she restrained herself from turning around or saying anything, instead just moving forward with dignity and ordering the coffee.
“Well, I get to carry it...” declared Michael as he reached over and collected the coffees from the counter, and directed Gemma to a table in the corner of the busy shop. They sat down and talked for a while, laughed, and just spent time getting to know each better.
“So what was it like being home schooled?” Michael asked her, generally fascinated by the whole alien concept.
“Compared to what?” Gemma asked, taking a sip of her coffee. “It’s actually hard to compare when it is all you have known... But I think in some ways it would be better because you get very personal attention – if there is an area in which you need help, you get it. And if something was particularly easy, you can whip through it and get out early.”
“So you can set your own pace..?”
“Within general parameters,” Gemma paused, “But the social side was kind of lacking... In my later years a governess came and all the kids on the station were
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