[RP] [pdg_mortie] The Date

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[ooc:  Bendy time, whatever time, etc.  Post contents are subject to change after review of other player.]

    She refused to tell him where they were going.  He said to surprise him, so she would, and no amount of begging or tickling would ever break her.  Earlier that day she had made all the correct reservations, a car from his apartment to the Getty, and then to dinner.  The reservations for dinner, and everything in between. 

After her hair appointment (the mess really was getting to long, and needed a good trim.)  She napped, and then dressed for that evening.  Despite the fact that she was normally always in shorts or a tank top, she really was a girly, girl.  The outfit had to be perfect, and planned out in advance, getting ready took awhile so she tried to plan it out so that she and Mortie wouldn't need the bathroom at the same time.

The town car out front called her cell phone as she was putting the finishing touches on her hair.  Stepping out of the bathroom, she grabbed her purse and the ever patiently waiting Mortie.  Apologizing for taking so long, she waited for him to lock the front door before showing him the car.  It was how she had been driven around the majority of her life, and she was pretty sure Mortie didn't want to sit in a filthy taxi.

In the back of the car, she finally relaxed, still a little nervous she kept staring out the window, sneaking glances over at Mortie before looking away again.  She had no idea how she was suppose to act, polite, grown up, don't fidget, don't giggle too much, and sit up straight!  She went through the list of things NOT to do in her mind as they drove to the Getty.

The showing was very low key, there was a classical quartet in the corner playing music as people milled around through the various exhibits. There was a bar, and in the center a table with bits of cheese, and various small finger food that people were picking at.  It was for members of the Getty, but Salome had managed to get tickets after joining and making a donation.

Salome took her time looking at all the paintings, studying the beautiful works out art, some of them she had even seen in her book.  If the actual paintings weren't in there, their painters were, it was amazing to see something she had only read about come to life.  It was the first time, besides in sleep, she had been silent for so long.  It felt wrong to talk around such Master pieces.

Time flew by, and the next time she looked at her cell phone, she realized that their reservation for dinner was coming up.

She found Mortie to tell him, and to show him back to the car.  The ride to Matsuhisa was silent.

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He had dressed 'nicely' as she had asked him to do, chose to bide his time waiting for her by tidying up the apartment (not that it needed it, the place was always spotless) and was not disappointed with the wait once he saw her. Dressed, her hair styled and her make-up done, she looked anything but seventeen and presented a picture far more lovely than he could have imagined. She was beautiful. He told her so again and again as he had tried to find a way of kissing her without mussing her up.

The town car and the event at the Getty surprised and impressed him in a way that he didn't think possible. He knew that Salome came form money, she had to with the lifestyle she lead, she just never played the part around Mortie. As for the museum itself, he loved it. He had visited many times when open to the public and it added to his sense of enjoyment of the private affair. And there was the added bonus of watching Salome soak up the art she so dearly loved.

The ride to the restaurant may have been silent but his thoughts weren't and his hands were not still. Mortie kept one of her hands in his, the other moving to occasionally tuck a loose strand of her hair back or simply caress her cheek. He wanted to be affectionate but not overbearing. Her smiles at the attention were enough to make him happy.

Once seated at the restaurant, Mortie leaned across the table and murmured, "You are amazing."

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For some reasons he feared that Mortie would be different, distant around her. They were out in public, maybe he would be worried that someone would see them and guess. Though, truth be told with his youthful face, and the fact that she cleaned up well, people might assume a complete role reversal. Or assume that they were a couple of college kids going out on a very nice date. Either situation worked for her.

Sitting down at the table, she put her napkin in her lap and then lent forward also so she could hear what Mortie had to say. "Really? Why do you say that, Mortie? It's just Sushi."

Though it really wasn't, not to her. It was a date, a real, honest to God date. Not just catching a bite to eat somewhere, or two friends bumping into each other and deciding to eat together. This was her first date, ever. Mortie looked handsome, dressed up, put together, a picture of a gentleman. It threw her at first, she had seen him in jeans and a tee-shirt, occasionally scrubs, and so that's how she always thought of him. This look though, made her view him in quite a different light.

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"You're beautiful, the art show was interesting and I like seeing you enjoy yourself and this..." He subtly gestured around the restaurant, "Is not *just* sushi."

He stretched his arm across the tabletop and held his hand palm up, hoping she'd lay her hand in his. "I'd still like to know what brought on this sudden urge of yours for a 'real date'..." He used her words for the evening, smiling at her.

Mortie would have taken her out, will take her out in the future now that he knows she enjoys such things. Nothing quite as upscale as tonight, but still enjoyable and together, as a couple. He didn't shy away from her in public for several reasons. One, he knew no one was likely to realize he was so much older than her. Looking young had its advantages as did Salome's looks when she wasn't behaving like someone half her won age. And of course there was the fact that eh was at ease with her and they weren't doing anything more intimate than holding hands or standing close to each other. Things he would do with any female friend.

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Did she blush? She might have, in the dim lights of the restaurants she could feel the heat of her cheeks at his compliments. That's what she wanted, to be beautiful and an adult for him, to be someone he could see spending a lot of time with. Very carefully she navigated her way through the settings on the table to put her hand into his.

Her fingers moved over his palm, tracing the lines of his hand, with the tip of her fingernail. Thinking about his question, she finally looked up at him to speak, making sure not to shrug, that seemed improper. "Thank you, Mortie, for the compliments. I was talking to Aryn, and she was going on a date, when I realized that we've never been on one."

She didn't want to say she had never been on one, or that she didn't think he would ask her out. Her fingers moved over his inner wrist, feeling the slight pulse under her fingertips, the feeling made her smile and she had to resit picking up his hand to kiss his wrist. The waiter came, and took their drink orders, and set down a plate of edamame.

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He didn't bother to fight the impulse and closed his hand around hers, lifting her fingers to his lips for a light kiss. Even after laying her hand back on the table top, he continued to hold it. The small gesture, the quiet intimacy oddly relaxing.

"I'm sorry we've never had an official date before now." He didn't mention that he'd considered their first lunch at the park a date, as well as any little outing he took her on, showing her around the city. Of course, lately Lauren had been with them..."I promise, we'll do more things together. Just the two of us, okay?"

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"It's okay, those were just getting to know you dates. I like them just as much, if not more then an official date. It was like paving the way for an official date." She grinned, and ducked her head, a thumb brushing over his knuckles. Content to just hold his hand she finally picked up her water and took a sip, considering what they should order.

"I like any time we spend together, Mortie." It was true, she didn't care if they were running over Hollywood, or sitting at home watching a movie. That's what was so wonderful about being with him.

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He glanced at the menu every now and then, he liked most Japanese food so he wasn't too troubled about trying to decide on dinner. It was more difficult to take his eyes off his girlfriend than anything else. She really was amazing with the way she changed her appearance and her entire demeanor. It left Mortie wondering which was the real Salome. The oddly childish girl or this picture of refined beauty sitting across from him? Maybe some combination of the two.

He knew which he preferred, at least.

"I do too, sweetheart." He was watching her thumb move back and forth across his fingers. "So...are you going to tell me what your favorite painting was? You kept getting lost in everything you were looking at in the gallery."

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With her free hand, she reached up and played with a strand of her hair, rubbing the silky lock between her fingertips. She had been rubbing her feet the whole time too, but when making decisions like what to eat she tended to fidget a bit more. When she realized what she was doing, she dropped her hand to her lap and gave him a sheepish grin. She wondered what he was thinking, at least he was having a good time, that was the important thing.

"I liked all of them," she sighed dreamily. There was that child like excitement that she tried to hide the whole time. "I love the impressionists, and all the color. The color is my favorite, did you see the painting by Pacino di Bonaguida? With all those bright colors and gold? He did the Martyrdom of Saint Lawrence, those pictures always make me sad, but they are so vivid!"

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He smiled and nodded as she spoke about the museum, the paintings. The more he heard her discuss art, saw the way her face lit up and heard the excitement that was barely controlled in her voice, the more Mortie was convinced she should find a way to study the subject matter in college. It wasn't just about intelligence and grades, it was about driving passion and Salome seemed to have it in spades. He loved it. Her.

"I know I say this a lot, but you really need to consider art history..."

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"I think that's a good idea, Mortie." Leaning forward, unable to help herself, she tightened her fingers around his. "I was thinking about selling and buying art, a broker. They buy for museums, or private collectors. It's actually pretty lucrative if you can do it right."

It was true, it was probably her father's influence on her. It was something she could make money at, something that she could love. The true trick to making it, her father said, was to find something you loved and find a way to make money with it. She was about to say something else, when the waiter came back. Opening up the menu she picked a combination plate with various sushi types on it for them.

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He had to smile again, chuckle at her exuberance. "Already have a career in mind, do you?"

He was happy about that, more so because it meant she was likely quite serious about school if that were the case.

He let her order for them, trusting her choices seeing as there was no way she could simply order a bag of sugar for dinner in a place like this.

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"I've been thinking about it for awhile, I mean ever since I've realized that I am not going to work for my father." Picking up her water she took a very long drink and then set it back down.

Crossing her legs she smiled brightly up at him once more. "You never told me what was your favorite. Which painting did you like the best, Mortie?"

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He had to bite the inside of his cheek at even the mention of her father. He hated the very concept of the man, he certainly didn't want to discuss him here and now. Not tonight.

"I actually liked Merian's butterflies." He shrugged. He could appreciate a painting for being pretty or colorful but he wasn't into art in any great depth.

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"That sounds like something you would like, very . . ." She looked for a word, tilting her face up a little. "Natural. Yes, I think that's it."

Grinning, she picked up the soy pod and opened it up, eating some of the soy beans inside. "I am glad you liked the Getty, Mortie. I was a little worried that you wouldn't. I thought that there wouldn't be a lot of people so you could feel a bit more comfortable."

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"You think I'm a nature buff? Why, because I eat healthy and like to hike and think paintings of butterflies...okay, maybe you're right." He laughed softly and played with her discarded bean pod.

"Crowds don't bother me any more than they do the next person you know. I don't think anyone enjoys being caught in a crush of elbows and shoulders."

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She raised a delicate eyebrow, not looking up at him, but smiling none the less. "You said it, not me. I was just making an observation. Plus, I want to know what you like, so I can get you something. Most of your walls are bare. Very sad."

Instead of licking the faint salt from her finger tips, like she wanted to, she wiped them off on her napkin. The waiter came around to refill their water glasses, and she took the moment to look around. "You're right, I hate having that many people so close. I love people, hate crowds."

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He scrunched up his nose at that. He liked the clean, simple look of the unadorned painted walls. Pictures, frames, wall decor of various types just screamed clutter to him and it was something else to clean, dust, obsess over whether or not it was straight or centered. "Why is that sad? Is it really that weird?"

He sipped his water and nodded. "I really only like having you that close."

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She caught his look, and was suddenly very glad she didn't actually buy him something. He would hate it, not that it came from her, but because . . . something. Shaking her head, she cleared her throat and tucked hair behind her ear. "Not really sad, I guess white seems so big and empty, it's not that weird. It's just me, and the whole color thing."

Smiling she finally took her chop sticks out from the fold in the napkin. "There is only a special kind of close that I only like with you, Mortie."

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He studied the table top. She obviously thought something was off about it or she wouldn't have suggested buying things to hang on the walls or cleared her throat that way. Sometimes he hated the way his mind worked, the way he needed everything to be just so. If it was just him, it was fine but when you added in someone else, it was always an issue. Quietly, "I don't dislike color."

He wondered if he should suggest painting an accent wall or something, or if he'd regret giving her that kind of permission.

Her next words made him smile again. "I'm glad."

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"Oh I know you don't! You liked the flowers I gave you, and they were full of color. It's just me, that's all!" Laughing softly she squeezed his hand then picked it up to kiss his knuckles gently. The last thing she wanted was for him to think that she thought there was something wrong with him. There wasn't.

"Me too, Mortie. I don't want to share that part of me with anyone but you." She pulled back a little bit, her voice soft and a little shy. As she did so, the waiter came back to put their plate of Sushi down on the table in front of them.

He informed them that if there was anything they needed, then just to ask.

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After their food was served, he finally unwrapped his chopsticks and picked up a piece of sushi. Instead of eating it himself, he dipped it in soy sauce and then offered it to Salome, his hand cupped underneath the food just in case it fell. He would want it to land on her or that dress she was wearing.

"Bon appetite..."

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Looking up at him she smiled slyly and then lent forward, opening her mouth she took the piece into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. It really was delicious, and as she sat back she licked the last of the soy from her lips and nodded. Swallowing she smiled at him and used her own chop sticks to pick up a piece.

"Oh, it's really delicious, you should try some."

Mimicking his movements, she offered him a piece with a grin.

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He leaned over slightly, taking the bite of food from her chopsticks but also reaching across the table to wrap his hand around her wrist, steadying her hand...really just an excuse to touch her. Let his fingers stroke the soft, sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist. "Thank you..."

He continued to let his fingers play over her inner arm as he looked at her from under his dark lashes, slight smile on his face. "Delicious."

He wasn't really talking about the food.

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At first she had a playful smile on her face, enjoying feeding her boyfriend the sushi, and then that look . . . that amazingly powerful look that always stopped her dead. All of a sudden all she could focus is on his eyes, the way that his fingers felt against her wrist. Her heart was racing and all she could do was nod, her lips half opened as if she was going to actually say something.

"I'm glad you like it . . . " She whispered, her mis-matched eyes locked on his.

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He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip and smiled at her again, a hungry look. He loved that he had her full attention, was possibly getting to her. Mortie shifted slightly, used his free hand to pick up another bite of sushi and this time he took a bite of the rice and fish himself before bringing the remainder of it to her lips. "I love it."

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How was she suppose to concentrate on anything when he was behaving like this? The innocent, but dangerous look he had, the one that reminded her of all the various devious activities he was capable of. He had her full and utter attention, in fact it took her a second to finally reach forward and take the piece of sushi that he offered him. Sucking and licking at his fingertips before moving back. She whimpered a little.

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He cleared his throat quietly and sat back once she whimpered. He wasn't going to get her too riled up when they still had a meal to finish, but it was a bit of a thrill to know that he could. He licked at his thumb, just as she had, then wiped it on his napkin. "What made you decide on this restaurant?"

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Decide. Restaurant. Food. What? She was having a difficult time actually understanding the words he was saying. When she finally did but the sentence together she looked around and shrugged before taking a long drink of her water. Time to cool down. "I actually saw it online, I wanted to go to a nice Sushi place."

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Turn about is fair play. He was really going to enjoy this meal and get her back for all the times she's driven him absolutely crazy. Unbuttoning his shirt at the collar and maybe one or two after that, he leans forward again, squaring his shoulders as he folds his arms on the table top. "Mission accomplished, I'd say."

He used the chopsticks to pick up a bit of shaved ginger, popped it into his mouth. Is there a hint of his tattoo visible as he shifts again? Yes.

"Food's excellent." He picked up another piece of the roll and gave it a long look before biting into it while catching her eye.

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She was going to kill him, not really, but there was a long list of things she planned on doing to him when they were alone again. The list ranged from rearranging his sock drawer, to teasing him on the ride home. That's the one she liked the best, especially when he reached up and unbuttoned his shirt. Yes, that would be wonderful, kissing him, putting her hand down his pants.

She shook her head to clear the thoughts, her eyes wide at how vulgar her thoughts had become. It was hard to think other wise with him acting like this. At the sight of his skin she licked her lips, her foot slid out of her heel and began to rub against his ankle slowly.

"Yes, yes it is." She didn't touch her food.

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He caught her foot between his legs and gave her a hard squeeze. Got you. And he wasn't going to let go. "Aren't you hungry?"

He smiled slowly and took another bite. "I'm starving."

He was also slowly, and obviously, undressing her with his eyes.

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He got her and she was more then happy with that. Reaching up, she rubbed her toes against his ankle and then his calves. The feeling of his pants between her toes sent shivers down her spine.

His eyes, the feeling of his pants got her nipples hard, and as she shifted - the yellow fabric tightened, showing her reaction off.

"I'm not very hungry." It was all she could possibly say, it felt as if she hadn't blinked in hours.

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"That's a shame." He smiled, reached across the table and chucked her chin lightly. "Then you won't want dessert when we get home."

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Reaching up, she took his hand and pressed it against her lips. Grinning against his knuckles she looked up at him. "Oh I am in some mood, but it's really not for dessert. . ."

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He rubbed his knuckles against her lips then released the grip his legs had on her foot. In one smooth motion he went from his place across from her to sitting beside her. He leaned in close, mouth to her ear and breathed a hot rush of breath against her, "That is all I'm really thinking about. Something very sweet..."

He pulled back, picked up her chopsticks and offered her something that looked like eel. "So I think you should finish your dinner."

He smirked. "Then I can have my dessert."

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He was close to her, she could feel his heat against her arm and side and it got her even more worked up. The brute, he was going to drive her insane, it took all of her power not to lean over and kiss him hard. She didn't kiss him, but she did reach down and put her hand on his thigh, rubbing slowly as she turned her head to look at him. "Sweet sounds very good."

Opening her mouth, she kept her eyes on him and lent forward to take the eel from the chopsticks. Chewing she nodded, thinking that finishing dinner would be a very good idea, if that's what it took to get him out of here.

While she ate she kept her fingers moving over his inner thigh.

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He momentarily pressed his thighs together but then reconsidered and actually sprawled a bit in his chair, giving her more access and tacit permission for what she was doing beneath the tabletop. Of course, he also let a hand fall down to rest at the small of her back, fingers slowly working along the edges of the yellow fabric her dress was made of.

Mortie also made a point of eating as he continued to play his finger over her back, down her arm. He did dip his head once to press a warm, wet kiss to her bare shoulder, tongue briefly caressing skin. "Did anyone ever tell you that Wasabi is an aphrodisiac?"

As he asked, he added the green horseradish to his next piece of tuna roll and with a heated look at her, put the fiery food into his mouth.

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What happened to her Mortie?! The shy, blushing, bashful Mortie who had an issue with salt on the floor. God, here he was touching her, hot under her hand, slouched in his chair, shirt unbuttoned, basically offering himself up to her. Whatever happened, she was certainly going to take advantage of it. Her nails made slow passes up and down the seam of his slacks, as she occasionally managed to eat a bite.

At the touch of his lips she moaned a little bit, her fingers tightening on his thigh, holding on to him so she didn't jump out of her chair and take him. "N-No, I've never heard that, about it being an aphrodisiac."

The next question she had was going to be if he was about to test the theory, but it died in her throat at the look he gave her. When he put the piece in his mouth and chewed, she reached over and kissed him hard on the mouth. Public be damned.

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What happened to Mortie is that he has gotten comfortable with her. And he enjoys being able to play grown up games instead of watching her act childish. She looked very grown up here. There was also the fact that she had gone to such lengths for him tonight: the whole date, the way she dressed, her behavior...he was turned on by it all.

Sushi didn't hurt either.

He returned her kiss briefly, chuckled and went for his glass of water, his mouth was burning even if he enjoyed it. If he was going to continue to eat the Wasabi, he was going to need to cook off his tongue. Eat it he did, each bite from there on out contained the green substance. In part because he did like the way it taste but also because he enjoyed the look on her face as he consumed the substance.

He was still the same man, salt on the floor would still bother him as would any other mess, but he has always had appetites for things of a sexual nature. He just wasn't always so willing to indulge them.

Lips to her ear once more he murmured, "It is...not that I need it."

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He pulled back, and she finally let out a slow breath, her lips burned with the hint of wasabi that was left over on his mouth. Heart hammering in her chest she suddenly felt drained, excited and on edge. Sometimes, it was hard to act like this, any other way then how she normally behaved. That was a defense mechanism, it was easy to pretend that there was nothing wrong when you were bouncing around like a maniac. But it was time to act like an adult, she should get use to it, and maybe, after awhile, it would get easier.

The corners of her mouth lifted up into a smile at his words, and she lent forward, her finger sliding down his jaw. "Well that's good to know, that you don't need some green paste in order to want me."

Pulling back she gave him a wink, and picked up her chopsticks to get another piece, this she dipped in the soy sauce and with a bit of wasabi. Watching him she grinned as she put the piece in her mouth and chewed. Not before a drop of soy ended up on her collar bone.