What if that first date between Charlie and Amita had gone well?
My first ever fic! PLEASE REVIEW!
The conversation was going nowhere at a breakneck speed. Charlie and Amita alternately looked at each other and looked away, both feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable. To say the least, it was awkward.
"Look," Amita said, "this is stupid. I'm going to get up, go to the little girls' room, and when I come back we're going to talk about work as much as we want." She rose, smiled at Charlie, and walked past him. Charlie swallowed hard and looked down at his plate.
Amita returned, sat back down, and smiled at Charlie. "So," she asked, "what's the deal with the broccoli again?" Charlie met her eyes and grinned, then looked down at the broccoli and held it out toward her.
"You see, it's like this…"
The waiter discreetly set the check down next to Charlie, animatedly in conversation with Amita over Larry's supergravitational theory. The conversation hit a lull, and Charlie leaned back in his chair and opened the bill.
Amita looked at him and smiled. "You know," she said, "I've had a wonderful time this evening. Thank you, Charlie." Charlie looked up from the bill and met Amita's gaze, and they spent a long minute staring at each other.
As they watched each other, Amita reached across the table and took Charlie's hand and intertwined it with hers. He looked down at their linked hands, and with his thumb, he slowly caressed the side of her hand.
When he looked up at her face, he saw her still watching him intently. Abruptly he stood up, pulling her with him. He slid his wallet from his pocket, pulled some cash out, and dropped it on the table.
"Let's go," he said, linking his hands with hers.
"Where are we headed?" she asked him, smiling. He looked at her speculatively, then answered, "I thought we'd go back to my house and contemplate the koi pond, if that's ok with you."
Alan was working on a crossword puzzle in his favorite chair when the front door opened. Without bothering to turn around, he called a greeting to Charlie. Then, remembering where Charlie had been, he looked up in time to see Charlie and Amita disappear into the kitchen. He started to get up to say hi to the couple, then thought better of it and sat back down in his chair and grinned to himself.
Charlie opened the pantry and took out a bottle of wine, popped the cork, then pulled two wineglasses out of the cupboard and with a flourish presented them to Amita, who smiled back at him. Then she opened the back door and headed outside, plopping down unceremoniously on the lawn next to the pond.
Charlie followed her, but instead of sitting down, he stopped and looked down at her. When he didn't sit down, she looked up at him curiously. He was looking at her with a serious expression on his face, his eyes huge and shining in the moonlight.
Reaching down, Charlie touched her hair gently, then, with his hand cupping her face, sat down next to her and pulled her in toward him. Wordlessly, they stared at each other intently as they drew closer. Amita's lips curved as she put her hand to the side of Charlie's face and rubbed her thumb in a circular pattern on his stubble.
"Scratchy," she murmured teasingly, their mouths not quite touching. Her warm breath tickled Charlie's lips, and his fingers tightened involuntarily in her hair as he drew her in. Their mouths met, and their eyes remained open and locked on each other as they kissed, first tentatively, then with increasing ardor.
Amita leaned back and drew Charlie into her, one of his hands lost in her hair, the other moving around to support her. One of her hands was braced behind her to keep her upright, the other one stroked his face gently as they kissed.
Eventually, they had to come up for air, and as they pulled back and stared at each other, Amita giggled quietly at the eager and unsatisfied look on Charlie's face. Charlie raised his eyebrows and started to laugh quietly too, then leaned forward and stopped their laughter with another hungry kiss. Then he stopped and closed his eyes.
"So now what?" Amita whispered into Charlie's open mouth. He sat up abruptly and looked down at her, serious once again.
"A-Amita," he stuttered, "I-I don't—" He broke off, looking at her uncertainly. Amita smiled up at him.
"Relax, Charlie," she soothed, reaching up to stroke his face again. "I'm not trying to push you on anything… even though it did take you this long to ask me out on a date," she teased. Charlie's shoulders slumped a bit, and his serious look softened.
"Amita…" He paused, looking for the right words, wishing for once he had a gift with that medium instead of numbers. "Amita, I… You are the most beautiful and incredible woman I've ever known. I… I'm…"
Amita watched him patiently, remaining quiet and letting him take his time as he struggled with what to say. She'd never seen him so much at a loss for words before. Finally he spoke, reaching to stroke her hair again.
"I'm sorry I waited so long to do this. I've wanted you for so long, and I— I just don't want to screw this up. You are— you are so important to me. And I want to do this right."
Amita grinned up at him and laughed. "You're doing great so far. So don't stop." She put both arms around his neck and pulled him back down to her. Off-balance, he fell forward onto her, pushing her backwards onto the lawn with him halfway on top of her. He froze, then started to scramble up, but she held him in place and kissed him gently.
"Stop thinking," she ordered him with a smile on her face. Charlie complied, and groaned as she kissed him deeply, her hands running up and down his back. With one hand, he propped himself up above her, caressing her hair gently with the other.
Slowly his hand moved down, touching her face, cradling her neck, stroking her shoulder, and then skimming down her side, barely touching the side of her breast. She moaned as his hand slid past that sensitive curve, and captured his hand with one of hers and placed it firmly on her left breast.
"Feel how fast my heart is beating," she breathed into his mouth. His hand cupped her breast gently, his thumb caressing her erect nipple through her blouse.
"Do you know that the human heart beats—" he started. Amita giggled and bit him gently on the bottom lip.
"Stop that," she scolded him. He jerked his hand away like he'd been burned.
"Sorry," he said, beginning to slide off of her guiltily.
"No, stop THINKING and keep DOING." She grabbed his hand and placed it back on her breast, holding it there, sliding her other hand around to gently knead his butt, pulling him closer.
After a few more minutes, they came up for breath, and Charlie sat up again, pulling Amita up with him, all uncertainty gone. "Amita, I want you. I want to be around you and I want to be with you, but I want to do this right. I want to make it perfect for you. For us. And I'm not ready for that yet. Tonight. But I want you, and only you. Do you understand?"
Amita smiled at him, leaning forward to softly kiss him on the lips. "I understand perfectly. I want you too. But you definitely aren't ready for more today."
Charlie raised his eyebrows and a wounded look came onto his face. "What do you mean that I'm not ready?"
Amita reached out and stroked his face, smiling softly. "Before next time, you need to shave. The scruffy look is only sexy in the movies. In real life, it's a bit painful."
Charlie looked at her face and for the first time saw the redness surrounding her mouth. His face took on a look of horror, and she laughed and kissed him again quickly, then stood up and pulled him with her. "Come on," she said, reaching down for the forgotten wine bottle and glasses, "let's go inside and watch a movie."