Blue eyes lost in brown, she didn't even realize that his fingers had meshed with hers as well. His thumb softly stroked the mound at the base of her thumb and a jolt of electricity flowed down from there to the very core of her. Her whole body quivered and she squirmed in her seat. She wanted to reach out and rum her fingers through that red silky hair, down his light stubble and onto his full bottom lip glistening smoothly. The way his gaze shifted towards her lips and seemed to be held there made it impossible for her sit quietly. Suddenly, he spoke, voice husky, sending another tremor through her.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
The intimate tone of his voice sent another shiver down her spine. Very slowly and tentatively, she raised her left hand and put it in his. His fingers tightened over hers. For a few countless moments their eyes locked. Then very slowly he lowered his gaze to look at their entwined fingers. He touched the vein at her wrist which was pulsing madly, trying to keep pace with her racing heartbeat. Gently stroking the pulse, he raised his eyes again. Not removing his gaze from her, he lifted her hand slowly to his lips.
The first touch drove her crazy and her heart went into overdrive. Her breath caught short and she felt that she was going to die from excitement. There was a queer sensation at the pit f her stomach and suddenly it was impossible for her to remain seated anymore. Perhaps he felt that because he asked again softly, "Let's go?"
She nodded dumbly and within a few minutes they were outside on the pavement, shivering slightly in the cool air.
They stood standing for a while, both breathing in deep gulps of air, trying to calm their overheated bodies. The cold air seemed to be doing the trick. Breathing heavily he looked at her and they simultaneously started laughing. From being sexually tensed, his mercurial mood changed to playfulness.
"I want to show you something, come along." Grabbing her hand and placing it firmly in the crook of his arms, he stared walking along the road.
"Where are we going?" She asked, breathless, partly from nervousness, partly from excitement and mostly from the warm contact with his body.
"It's just along the corner. Just a couple of minutes from here. So I thought we could walk. You don't mind walking, do you?" He suddenly stopped so that she almost collided with him.
"What? No, no, I don't."
"It's just that, you looked the kind of girl who enjoys long walks in the park or along the beach." He started walking again. "Or along quaint suburbs like this on long winter nights with a stranger." He made a leering face and she laughed.
"And only a few minutes back I was being labeled as a stalker."
"Well, so you are. But even stalkers can get into trouble with strangers."
"And am I going to get in trouble?" she asked softly.
He halted, his unfathomable gaze on her, "That remains to be seen." Opening the low iron gate, he urged her inside, "Come on, we are here."
It turned out a handful of people were milling around. The paths were lit by strategically placed lights which illuminated to be a jogger's park. Though it was quite late in the evening, it was still open. Only small sections of spaces. There were small twinkling lights on the trees as well, and a fountain played in the middle of the park, and the mist created a very mystical and romantic ambiance.
"Well, this is way better than the restaurant. You have good taste Mr. Frazier." She commended, looking around.
"I do, ain't I?" The voice came very close from behind her and she spun around, a little spooked. That made her lose her balance and the next instant she was in his arms, his breath warm on her face, a faint smell of something fruity heightening her sense of him. He straightened her gently and led her to a stone bench. They sat there in companionable silence for several minutes.
"You know", Feanor began softly," I have loved coming to this place ever since I first moved here. Whenever I was down or needed a little peace for soul searching or preparing for a role or needed some 'Me' time, I'd come in the evening, my phone switched off and sit near the one of the bushes, so that no one can spot me easily. It's very peaceful here. Nobody bothers anybody."
"A secret hideout?"
"You could call it that. Certainly, nobody else knows about this place."
"Now I do."
"Now you do." He looked at her, considering. "I wonder why?" His accent, usually very light, was starting to thicken and once again he had turned on the full power of his hypnotizing gaze on her. Control yourself girl, just control, Idril chastised herself. Take deep breaths, it's all right. You are sitting in an almost deserted park with the man of your too many intimate dreams. There is nothing extra ordinary about this, right? Don't start hyper ventilating. Calm down.