The bottle of Captain Morgan's on the table slowly disappears as the warm summer night goes on. The two people sharing it, virtual strangers, drink and laugh. They share stories and opinions, and while they know they would probably never share a bed, a couch for a couple of hours would more than suffice.
The man stands from the table, his 6 foot 8 frame little wobbly from the rum. "I suppose I should be leaving. I finished the glass, like I said I would." He grabs his glasses off of the red cloth where they had been set earlier in the night. She drains her glass, mustering the courage for what she knows they are both expecting next.
"You sure I can't interest you in another drink?" she asks, hand reaching in the vague direction of the bottle.
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk," he replies, a smile on his handsome face. "But no, I shouldn't. I have to drive an hour to get home."
She stands to collect their glasses and takes them to the kitchen as he moves slowly towards the back door. Leaning against the door frame, she can tell his body is lean and cut from hard work and many hours. Walking towards him, she chooses to lean on the stair rail about 2 feet from the door. She doesn't want to appear too quick, although she knows they're both thinking the same thing.
"I had a really good night, you know. And I hope you can forgive me for being so boring at dinner." A self-depreciating smile comes to her face as she remembers his comment earlier in the night.
"Nah. I had a good time too. And you're not too boring," he replies, a smile gracing his lips to make the joke apparent.
She looks at him, holding his blue eyes fast with her chocolate browns. "Any way I could get you to stay a little longer?" she asks, leaning forward slightly from her position. He leans away slightly, causing a frown to come to her face as she leans back.
His smile turns mischievous as he does so, causing her own smile to return. She leans forward again, but makes no move to cross the distance between them. "You seem to be a little reluctant," she says coyly, her head tilting slightly to the side as she puts a hand on her hip. "How about you come a little closer? So I can show you exactly why I want you to stay with me?"
"Why don't you come closer?" he replies, his voice dropping slightly as he shifts his weight and leans a little harder into the door frame. Her eyes go wide, a puppy dog pout coming to her full lips.
"I just tried that, remember? You're the one who pulled away." He laughs, but says nothing. "And it's so far to get over there," the younger woman whines, gesturing to the 2 feet of distance between them.
"I'm sure you can make it," he responds, his eyes closing slightly as he looks her up and down. She sighs, eyes rolling as she leans, left hand finding the door frame while the right finds his rock hard abdomen.
"There. I'm closer now. This ok?" He looks down at her, which is rather astonishing considering her height of 6 feet.
"I suppose we can make this work." His hands move to her hips as they feel each other for a second before she tilts her head all the way back, waiting for him to make the move now.