Blind Date Part III
Running inside, he strips off his shirt and jeans, then looks for his dress shoes and black silk tie his parents got him last year. Pulling them out, he sets them by his bed and rushes into the bathroom for some cologne, and pulls out Call of the Wild, splashing a tad on his neck and rubbing some into his chest fur. You better not screw this up, he thinks to himself, or i'm sure you'll regret it for the rest of your days. Heading back into his bedroom, he puts his clothes on neatly. Meanwhile, in a bedroom not so far away...
"Damn, where is that skirt?! I just set it down.", she says with frustration in her voice. Hearing the sound of shredding, she walks back to the kitchen and looks in her dog's bed. "NO SKIPPY! BAD DOG!", she yells loudly, making the pug drop her clothing and run outside, tail uncurled between his legs as he scampers away. She sighs, saying to herself, "What am I going to wear now? Well, I could wear that, but I guess that's my only option now ...." Going to her closet, she pulls out a scarlet cocktail dress, holding it up as she stands in front of her mirror. Smirking cutely, she says with a twinkle in her eye, "He'll love it."
Cleaning out his truck by tossing everything in be back, he jumps in the driver's seat and puts it in reverse, then shifts in second and pushes his foot to the floor, screeching out of the apartment complex. "Crap, i'm going to be late if I don't hurry!", he says in a concerned and tense voice. Taking the 380 West ramp, he merges with traffic, then pulls off to highway 45 after a bit, heading north to the restraunt. Taking the offramp, he heads left, then pulls in the parking lot near the front.
"Oh man, what am I going to do? Should I just walk in there casually, or screaming, or what? Maybe just pull a James Bond move, naah, too cheesy.", he sighs, putting his muzzle in his paws. "Well, why don't I just try being myself? That's what my friends always say, so why not give it a shot? Yes, that's what i'm going to do!", he bursts out loud, a few random furres turning to look. Blushing slightly, he gets out and locks it, thrusting his paws in his pockets, opening the glass door with his elbow.
"Excuse me, sir? I'm looking for a Miss Miami, table for two. I'm her date tonight", he says a bit shyly. Nodding, the waiter points to the right door. "Timothy, we've got an emergency!", a random furre cook yells. "Great, well, let's go see what the problem is.", Tim says with a groan, growling a bit. "But sir, where is she?", he asks with concern. Tim replies, "She's the only knockout in there, the rest are snobby jerks with overweight femmes that're trying to keep up with the latest fashion, looking like whales in the outfits. Okay, okay! I'm coming, jeez, keep your pelt on..."
Politely swimming through the horde of diners, he passes through the red door on the right as instructed, and looks around. Sighing, he mumbles to himself, "I don't see her anywhere. Of course, I have no idea what she even looks like for that matter." Leaning against the wall far enough from the door to not get hit by it, he scans for someone who matches that description. A cute fox with blonde hair could be her, but he shakes his head and keeps looking.
Sighing, Miami looks at the gold watch that her parents bought for her a couple years back for a Christmas present, noticing it's a quarter after, "Where is he? I told him eight o' clock, didn't I? Yeah, maybe he's stuck in traffic, and will be here in a couple minutes. Or maybe he's just here and doesn't know where I am." Pushing the chair back, she walks over to the door, and pokes her head through, tail swishing busily. "Excuse me sir, I'm looking for someone that was supposed to join my party of two," she said with a slightly seductive smile, knowing this always gets her what she wants.
Pointing back into the room to a white feline standing against a wall, spacing out apparently. She says in a polite voice, "Thank you." Using her feminine grace, she sneaks up on him, and then nibbles his left ear. Whispering sexily, she says, "Well, hello there handsome." Shuddering, he turns his head to see her. "You must be the wonderful Miss Miami," he says with confidence in his voice.
"I wouldn't go that far, stunning will do just fine Michael," she says, purring slightly when saying his name. Offering her hand, he holds it with a soft yet firm grip, following her to the table, and pulls her chair out, sliding it back in after she's sat down. Gliding over to his own seat, he sits up straight, breathing deeply, and smells something eminating from her. Intoxicating, yet relaxing. Could it be some kind of perfume, or something else?
Tilting her head cutely, she asks him, startling Mike a bit, "Why do you always have that look on your face? It seems almost like you're troubled." Blinking a couple times, he chuckles softly, then sighs. Leaning forward, his muzzle only mere inches away from hers, he says softly, "I just want this to be a first date to remember, that's all." Nodding, she licks his muzzle, giving him an enticing simper. "Hun, i'll make sure your first date is rememberable."
With a clearing of his throat, he got their attention. "what shall you be ordering tonight, little love birds?", the waiter says. In her normal, yet lusty voice, she rebuts, "I'll have the cheese stuffed ravioli in virgin olive oil, and he wants the fettuchini alfredo, light on the mushrooms and extra sauce." Nodding in agreement, the waiter leaves.
Gazing deeply, she asks, "So, are you a local?" Putting a paw behind his head, he replies sheepishly, "Yeah, born and raised here. Doesn't seem you're from these parts though." Blushing slightly, she nods. She comments in a soft voice, sighing, "Figured that out pretty quick. I'm actually from New York. I left because it's just way too busy there, so I decided to live somewhere a bit smaller."
"Who had the alfredo and ravioli?", Tim says. Mike waves him over, "That's us." Signaing in reply, he walks over, twirls to not have the food crash everywhere, and sets the food in front of them. "Would you like something to drink?", he asks. "I'll have what he's ordering.", Miami says cutely, then points to Mike. Clearing his throat, he responds, "Two martinis, dry, stirred. And some water to cleanse our tastebuds if we need it."
"Just one moment please.", Tim answers, then heads into the kitchen to fill the rest of their order. "My, trying to get me tipsy so i'll be vulnerable and can have your way with me?", she says with a trace of sarcasm, murring cutely. He shakes his head, and explains that the drink and entree go well together, chuckling a bit as he says it. I have no intentions of doing that, he says to himself, so why would she think something of that nature? Maybe she's trying to seduce me...
"So, what breed are you Michael, just a little kitty?", she questions, as her tail lays in her lap. "I'm actually an odd cross between a lion and siberian white tiger. Got the soft fur and none of the markings.", he responds, laughing lightly. With a smirk on her face, she retorts, "I'm sure if I look, some will show up." Blushing bright red, his fur almost feeling on fire, as he hides his face in his paws. Leaning forward, she pulls them away, licking his muzzle and says, "I hope nothing's wrong, I just feel so open to talk to you about anything."
"I get embarrassed a bit too easily I guess...", he answers, taking deep breaths. He stares in her eyes, almost permanently gazing at them as if by a mysterious force. Could this be love, he asks himself, as he leans closer, parting his lips for a kiss. "Your food.", Tim says, startling them yet again. Both looking at him, he sets their plates down, then the drinks, and walks off with the tray, back into the kitchen to take more orders.
Grabbing a fork, he says, "Well, dig in." Taking a sip of the martini, she grabs the fork gracefully and pokes it into one of the raviolis, a smidge of cheese oozing out. She takes a taste test with a slight nibble, then stuffs it in her mouth with a smile. Seeing it fit her approval, he starts eating as well. After eating his fill and his drink, he sees she's eyeing his last bite.
Being the gentleman he is, he stabs it with his fork, and leans over as she opens her mouth, and he puts it on her tongue. Chewing it cutely, he sets the utensil on his plate, and notices a bit of cheese on her lip. Using his tongue, he tries to let her know, but she doesn't understand. So, he licks it off, and stares into her eyes again, like tempting to reach for the gold just slightly out of his grasp.
She turns her head, and their lips meet, fireworks and bells are going off in his head as if his brain's telling him, WOW! Opening her mouth, she snakes her tounge out and slides it along his lips, wanting access to dance with his. Not knowing what she has in store, he goes along with it and parts them, as her tongue shoots in to run along his teeth and roof of his mouth. His head cluttered with explosive lusty images, he returns the favor, putting a paw behind her head to bring them closer, scratching an ear slightly.
Opening her eyes wide, she sees everyone staring at them and breaks the kiss, as Mike's dumbfounded with his tongue out of his mouth, frenching the air untill she pokes him out of fantasy land. A waiter hands Mike the bill, and he hands it back with a fifty dollar bill, telling him to keep the change. Walking around to pull out her chair, she stands up elegantly as he offers her his arm, which she grasps and they walk out to his truck, their fingers entwined with the other's own.