Post by dorian on Jul 13, 2009 0:37:07 GMT -5
Ian couldn’t help but laugh outrageously when Ana revealed Edna’s particularly embarrassing comment. “How kind of her to think so –” He grinned, now somewhat used to the humiliation connected to anything Edna, and thus, more able to conceal it. Without really realizing it, his arms dropped a few inches as he laughed, and the towel lowering with them. It was lucky for him – or unlucky, perhaps, from many a man’s standpoint – that by that point, Ana was covered – as covered as her swimsuit permitted, at least. It really was quite flattering, from what Ian could see. They both seemed to have simple, classic tastes, with the plain black suits. It was kind of cute how they matched, really, even if hundreds of other people on the beach were sure to have black suits, too. Ian’s attention was directed towards Ana’s back quickly enough when he saw her holding the two individual strings, once more asking for assistance. He couldn’t help but let the bemused sort of grin on his face linger as he stepped up behind her to give her aid, noting – only to himself – that, were Edna present and in Ian’s position, she might have had a little to say about Ana’s butt, too.
“No problem.” Ian tossed the towel he held lightly onto the hood of the car and took the ties from Ana’s own hands. He crossed them, forming the beginnings of a bow, his fingers brushing lightly against the smooth skin of Ana’s back in the few seconds it took to finish the job. His entire body was no more than inches away from Ana, but for some reason, he didn’t feel as uncomfortable as he should have. It seemed as if he was getting used to her company enough to enjoy it comfortably – mind you, he was still pretty nervous. Who could blame him? He hadn’t dated in a while. Plus, he didn’t know what the beach had to offer. He’d never seen it up close. Why he had suggested it for their date was somewhat beyond him, other than the fact the only places he knew intimately in the city were the bars. Ah, well – it would be an adventure, wouldn’t it? One thing Dorian was almost positive Anastasia would appreciate was a decent adventure, and Lord knows, he could use one himself.
He actually made a pretty decent bow for a guy, double-knotted so as to keep the top secure. The last thing Ian wanted was for some punk to try and de-top Anastasia and actually succeed. He wouldn’t put it past the others of his sex to try it on such a pretty woman, even if he would never dream of doing it himself. Ian was pretty good with sticking to the obvious boundaries, compliments of the wisdom one attained through a thousand year’s existence. Alas, there were few around who had experienced as much of the world as he had, and in such a populated area, the possibility of running into some kind of perverted trash on their trip was more feasible than not. Ian glared at nothing in particular for the briefest moment, touching the thought of what would happen to anyone who dared to violate the woman he was with – by his hand, or hers – for but a second, before he let out a satisfied sigh.
“There you go.” He spoke up as he let go of the tie. Ian couldn’t help but feel a little lucky to be paired with the woman for the day. He’d been with pretty women before, but there was something admirably different about Anastasia. She was feminine, yet, in Ian’s experience, she was also fatal. It was a bit of a turn on, actually - but Ian caught his derailing train of thought before it went too far off the dignified path.
“Really? You haven’t been to any sort of beach before – or just this one?” Ian offered the question before looking down at his own clothes. He realized that he was now a bit overdressed for the occasion. Without much hesitation, Ian pulled the shirt he wore over his head, tossing it over to the passenger’s side and talking as he did so. They would have to come back to the car to put on some sort of clothes later.
“Well, the water’s usually a little cold around this time of year, but it isn’t hard to get used to. The waves look a decent size from what I’ve seen from a distance. Of course, in my opinion, the bigger they are, the better.” He flashed a grin to Anastasia as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, placing them on his face in a quick motion, grabbing towels in the other.
“Shall we make Edna proud?”
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“No problem.” Ian tossed the towel he held lightly onto the hood of the car and took the ties from Ana’s own hands. He crossed them, forming the beginnings of a bow, his fingers brushing lightly against the smooth skin of Ana’s back in the few seconds it took to finish the job. His entire body was no more than inches away from Ana, but for some reason, he didn’t feel as uncomfortable as he should have. It seemed as if he was getting used to her company enough to enjoy it comfortably – mind you, he was still pretty nervous. Who could blame him? He hadn’t dated in a while. Plus, he didn’t know what the beach had to offer. He’d never seen it up close. Why he had suggested it for their date was somewhat beyond him, other than the fact the only places he knew intimately in the city were the bars. Ah, well – it would be an adventure, wouldn’t it? One thing Dorian was almost positive Anastasia would appreciate was a decent adventure, and Lord knows, he could use one himself.
He actually made a pretty decent bow for a guy, double-knotted so as to keep the top secure. The last thing Ian wanted was for some punk to try and de-top Anastasia and actually succeed. He wouldn’t put it past the others of his sex to try it on such a pretty woman, even if he would never dream of doing it himself. Ian was pretty good with sticking to the obvious boundaries, compliments of the wisdom one attained through a thousand year’s existence. Alas, there were few around who had experienced as much of the world as he had, and in such a populated area, the possibility of running into some kind of perverted trash on their trip was more feasible than not. Ian glared at nothing in particular for the briefest moment, touching the thought of what would happen to anyone who dared to violate the woman he was with – by his hand, or hers – for but a second, before he let out a satisfied sigh.
“There you go.” He spoke up as he let go of the tie. Ian couldn’t help but feel a little lucky to be paired with the woman for the day. He’d been with pretty women before, but there was something admirably different about Anastasia. She was feminine, yet, in Ian’s experience, she was also fatal. It was a bit of a turn on, actually - but Ian caught his derailing train of thought before it went too far off the dignified path.
“Really? You haven’t been to any sort of beach before – or just this one?” Ian offered the question before looking down at his own clothes. He realized that he was now a bit overdressed for the occasion. Without much hesitation, Ian pulled the shirt he wore over his head, tossing it over to the passenger’s side and talking as he did so. They would have to come back to the car to put on some sort of clothes later.
“Well, the water’s usually a little cold around this time of year, but it isn’t hard to get used to. The waves look a decent size from what I’ve seen from a distance. Of course, in my opinion, the bigger they are, the better.” He flashed a grin to Anastasia as he pulled out a pair of sunglasses, placing them on his face in a quick motion, grabbing towels in the other.
“Shall we make Edna proud?”
{let's continue at the beach! do you just want to start it as a reply to this post?}
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