Prince Charming

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
One date, two points of view.

Submitted: May 31, 2017

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Prince Charming

 

They sat on the car bonnet together looking up at the moon, which seemed both fuller and bigger than usual. The sky was cloudless and brimming with stars.

Trey is such a cheeseball, thought Clara. She looked at him as he gazed upwards as if studying all the positions of the stars. He’s taken us to the most romantic spot he could think of. The night was chilly and she pulled his jacket around herself tighter.

How did you know I liked nature?’ she asked him.

He returned to reality, having been evidently lost in the beauty of the night sky and when he looked at her, it was as if he was looking at her for the first time, or that she was as sublime as space above.

‘Because you’re like me,’ said Trey. His stained-glass eyes shimmered as if by staring at the stars, he had entrapped some of them inside. ‘I like it here, so I knew you would too. How could anyone not like it here?’

Clara dropped her eyes and smiled at the ground. It was hard to look into those eyes for too long. Although what he said was cheesy and rather silly, the simple truth of it was endearing. Such blunt romance was almost jarring.

Trey grabbed the wine from out of the car and topped up her glass. The chuckle of the platinum liquid as it splashed into her flute gave the whole experience a touch of class. She loved this. She loved having this tall, strong man woo and appreciate her. Clara knew she would remember this romantic night forever. Perhaps she would look back on it someday and pine for such a time again, knowing that this was what life was all about – sublime experiences with wonderful company. She sipped her wine. Trey sipped his. He put his arm around her and she snuggled in closer to him.

‘What are you thinking about?’ she asked Trey.

‘I was thinking about when the best moment to kiss you would be.’

Clara’s heart dive-bombed but she kept her poker face. ‘What makes you think I’ll give you such a moment?’ she turned her own maroon eyes up to meet his, and they bore into one another. Their eyes alone had already engaged in their own intercourse.

‘I don’t know that,’ he admitted. ‘But I’ll keep trying to grab those moments. Maybe in the hope that you’ll slip up and give me a chance.’

A giggle escaped her. She brought her face closer to his. ‘So at what moment do you plan on making your move?’ She looked at his lips.

‘Maybe when you’ve finished that wine,’ said Trey, nodding at her glass.

‘So you’ll take advantage of me when I’m drunk?’ she teased. ‘How many girls do you bring here, Trey?’

Trey grinned. ‘Why would I bring girls here when I could bring you and have you all to myself?’

‘Does everything you say have to be some embarrassing attempt at charm?’ Clara asked.

‘I’ll keep doing it until it works,’ he told her.

‘It worked,’ she said, and then she kissed him, and they didn’t stop there.

*

Where do I go from here? thought Trey. Goddammit, I wish she wasn’t so shy.

‘How did you know I liked nature?’ Clara asked him.

Trey dragged his line of sight away from the sky having attempted to seem deep and looked into her eyes. He widened his own eyes and made sure his expression was one of radiance and happiness. He had been with enough girls to know he should always look like he was having fun. It was also freezing, and he almost regretted giving her his jacket. Silly girl should have brought her own jacket. It’s October for Christ’s sake.

He uttered the stock response he told all the girls he brought here, ‘Because you’re like me. I like it here, so I knew you would too. How could anyone not like it here?’

I need to get her drunker, Trey thought. He grabbed the wine out of the car (he always kept at least two bottles handy) and topped her up, making sure the wine was as close to the brim of the glass as possible. It was time to initiate physical contact, so he put his arm around her and she responded by snuggling in closer. That was good. He was 80 percent sure he could bang her, he just needed to loosen her up and carry on being charming. Both simple enough.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Clara asked him.

Ugh, not this question again. Fuck it. ‘I was thinking about when the best moment to kiss you would be.’

‘What makes you think I’ll give you such a moment?’ said Clara, looking into Trey’s eyes.

Because you’re naïve and super easy to read. ‘I don’t know that. But I’ll keep trying to grab those moments. Maybe in the hope that you’ll slip up and give me a chance.’ Wow, that’s tacky even for me.

Somehow, that line actually charmed her and she giggled. So at what moment do you plan on making your move?’

Trey noticed that she looked at his lips and knew he could relax, that he could kiss her any moment he chose to, and she wouldn’t resist. Best to get her drunk first, though. She would be more open to immediate sex that way. ‘Maybe when you’ve finished that glass,’ he said, attempting to be both coy and shy.

‘So you’ll take advantage of me when I’m drunk?’ she teased. ‘How many girls do you bring here, Trey?’

Shit. Trey grinned, hoping the cracks in his countenance wouldn’t show. ‘Why would I bring girls here when I could bring you and have you all to myself?’ God, I’m glad Jason and Kevin aren’t here to see me say shit like this.

‘Does everything you say have to be some embarrassing attempt at charm?’ said Clara.

‘I’ll keep doing it until it works,’ he told her. Another stock response.

‘It worked,’ she said, and then to his surprise, she kissed him, and although he thought she would need more to drink, it became evident quite quickly that things were going to escalate.

Sweet, notch number 28.

END


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