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"Uh, that went well," she teases.
I nod, then pull one of her hands to my lips and kiss the back of it.
"Definitely."
"What happened to you? You couldn't follow your own script or something?"
I chuckle. "Nope… just decided I didn't want to do it the old-fashioned way, after all." I wink at her.
Mia shakes her head, giggling. "I call BS!" she sasses, hands fingerspelling fast.
I laugh as I stand up, stark naked with my erection bobbing between us.
She points at it, shakes her head, then looks me in the eye, one eyebrow arched. "Down, boy," she tells me seriously, hands signing along with her voice. "Put on some pants and show me this setup of yours."
I slip my jeans back on, not bothering with anything else, and just let them hang off of my hips. No way I could really pull my zip all the way up with the way my cock acts around my little beauty.
I take her hand in mine, and we walk to the kitchen. We stop in front of the little round table that I set up with one chair on either side and little plates and forks, left at the ready for the white chocolate mousse, cookies, and the fruit salad waiting for us in the fridge. She studies the white tablecloth and everything over it. Her fingers delicately run over the chilled rim of one of the two crystal flutes and then tap the bottom of the bottle of Champagne that’s resting upside down in a bucket of now probably completely melted ice. Her eyes linger over the candlesticks in elegant silver holders placed in the middle.
She looks at the snow-white chinaware and then at me, smiling.'This is so romantic. No one has ever done something like this for me before. Thank you, sweetie.'
I stop her signing hands in mid-air and pull her to my side. "Good, that means I don't have to go hunt some poor bastard and end him for trying to get my girl before I could," I tell her, using my signs and fingerspelling as well as my voice.
She shakes her head and then looks to the ceiling, her expression so mock-dramatic she makes me laugh.
She stands on the tips of her toes to kiss me, and she’s so tiny that I still have to bend so she can reach my lips, and then she pats my back.
'Okay, then. Woo away, also feed me, please. I'm so hungry I could eat anything. Even though Rick once told me that something cooked by you would probably be lethal.'
I shrug. Can't really deny it. It's the absolute truth. I could set water on fire in an attempt to cook.
That's why I went for food that I only had to plate and not prepare tonight.
"So my friends have been telling you stories, uh? Should I be worried?” I ask her as I guide her to her chair, pushing it away from the table for her.
She sits down and looks up at me, smiling. "Yes, you absolutely should!"
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head, then move toward the fridge to go get our food.
"Carson, wait!"
I turn to look at her. "What's up, baby?"
She points at my bass, sitting nearby on its stand, then to the large, squared cushions lying one to the wall and one over the floor just under it. 'Is all of that part of my surprise?'she asks.
I nod. "Yes, but it can wait… let's eat first."
She shakes her head, stands up, and comes to get me.'Were you going to play for me?'
I cup her cheek and nod. "Yes."
'Something yours?'
I nod again.
She giggles, silently claps her hands, and then throws her arms around me.
She loves it when I play my songs to her.
