When Eros Strikes (: formerly published)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Two middle-aged people are being sent on a blind date by their grown-up kids, but how do these kids feel when Amor Strikes? Do they accept it?

Submitted: November 15, 2009

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Almost at first glance they disliked each other. - Oh, that old geezer, she thought to herself, at once deciding that he wasn't exactly what she had hoped to see towering up at her door as her first blind date for years.
As to him, then he found that a certain tight and shadowy quality to her features made her look old. - At least 50, he thought, suddenly proud that his own 63 years didn't show as much as they might have, had he lost his hair like his brothers had. - I'm not bald, hehe, he thought, but she isn't exactly skinny, except in the face.
They had dinner at the place his daughter had picked out for them and only talked about everyday matters, his daughter, her sons, the winter, the summer, ten years forth and back in time. Actually they were both very exhausted when they ended this forced date between two strangers. To be set up to romance by one's well meaning kids - no, no, no, never again they each decided within themselves. - Or, she thought, at least not with such an old sourpuss.
A few hours later they stood to their feet, ready to leave. However, relieved that it was over they all of a sudden relaxed. Both of them shed their stiffness, he lifted his head in a much less forced manner than at the table and positively dazzled her with a genuinely friendly and very charming smile. - Oh, she thought, full of surprise, there you are, this is the true you - the wolf, no less ....
As to her then she, this grandmother of four, all of a sudden gave an impression of the former teenage-kittenish girl, the one that had turned many a male head only a few years ago when she still considered herself sexy and desirable. Something her sons and her four grandchilden more or less had made her forget.
He saw how her a little too sharp and pointed features turned softer. The shadowy lines he had disliked in her face once again attained the cat like quality that had been such an important part of her youthful charm.
They were too confused by the drab and boring evening to even start thinking of making arrangements for a second date. However, when he took her home the atmosphere in the car became spring-like and not wintery like outside in the streets. Their eyes behaved like they had a will of their own, suddenly deep and dark, moist and young, wandering and interlocking more than once.
When he walked her to her frontdoor not only their eyes, but their hands had met several times. At one point they were even groping for each other as she pretended that the icy pavement was slippery. Her mock staggering brought their hips into collision and he grabbed her and held her towards him. They both laughed out, genuinely enjoying the craziness of the moment, and he took some time to let go of her.
At the door she asked weather he wanted a drink, a cup of coffee or something else for having brought her home safely in this icy wheather. He didn't even know what he answered and neither did she, but inside in the hall the groping hands of both og them suddenly grew very adamant. Seemingly they knew more than their somewhat befuddled heads because they took over and pulled and held while their lips met.
"This is ... this is," she stuttered.
"I know," he said, but then we aren't teenagers anymore so why wait?"
She laughed and he joined in as they stumbled into the sitting-room, their clothes more or less deranged, their lips interlocked ...
A voice, sharp, young and very disgusted brought them to their senses: "Mother!" it said - or rather it bellowed. "Mother, what ... what ..." The young, handsome face of her eldest son was right in front of her, eyes wide with disgust, mouth rounded with every bad feeling in the book ... "I wanted to make sure that you were all right in this weather ..."
"As you can see, I'm fine," she said, calmly readjusting her clothes, "It's fine that you worry about me, but ..."
"Mother!" the voice exclaimed, full of disgust, but also with legions of unspoken questions.
"Yes," she said, "You set me and Bruce up with this date and he and I introduced ourselves ..."
"You sure did, but Mother ..."
"As I said, I'm grateful for your concern, but you need not stay. We are fully capable of looking after ourselves." All of a sudden the young face grew much less handsome, and the eyes that stared out at her from from the puckered forehead were clouded, not only in disgust, but also in the contempt of the young male still trapped in the double standard of his fathers.
She braced herself and stood erect, half dressed, but not budging an inch. "OK," her son said, "I shall talk to you tomorrow." He left with a nod at the suddenly very bashful man at her side.
"What a good son," he said, looking at her with a worried, but also humourously questioning look.
"Yes and no," she answered, "he is considerate, but at the same time he is also a nuisance, behaving like I'm 17 ..."
That reference to age made them snigger a little hysterically, and suddenly their lips made the solution for them by turning into two strong body-magnets. -Thank God, bodies know more than brains sometimes, she thought as she let her body sink into his arms and she felt him.

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