one shots

shorty swing my way [25]

october 1999
friday
8:37 pm

"Ain't this nice?" he softly asked with a slight smile.
"Mhm. It'd be even better, if you took those damn shades off," I smiled as our joined hands rested on top of the table.
He kissed his teeth before sliding them off with ease.

"That's much better, honey," I couldn't fight my grin before resting my hand against my cheek while my elbow planted itself on the table.
He offered a kiss to the hand that was stuck to his as I admired his caramel skin in the romantic lighting that the restaurant provided.

It was date night for us, and he insisted that I be wined and dined. I only agreed because I'd forgotten to go grocery shopping, which meant I wouldn't have anything to cook for dinner. It had been a while since we went out anyway. Ever since we bought our home, that's exactly where we've been. He'd go out daily to handle business that required "the man". Meanwhile, I'd occasionally go visit my mother or Ms. Tricia and Mo or go shopping, whether it be for home or food or just for me. Other than that, we'd be cuddling up and watching TV or listening to music— doing nothing but being bored together.

Things have been amazing lately. We haven't argued, I wasn't driving myself crazy, he was showing me just how soft of a spot he'd grown for me— everything was perfect.

I was a good wife. I never added stress onto him like I used to, I always made sure he was satisfied, I cooked, I cleaned, I made him laugh until he was in tears. On the other side of things, he was the perfect man. He always took time to listen to me ramble about my day, even when I hadn't done anything, and he held me close at night. He always came home at a reasonable time, he always went the extra mile when he wanted to do something special for me. He gave me massages, even when I didn't deserve them. He always got me to reach complete ecstasy in bed, and he always made me laugh. He had really become my best friend, and life couldn't have been better for us.

Marriage was doing us right.

"What?" he asked, fighting the tiniest smile.
"Nothing. I just. . . love looking at you," I continued to enjoy my view of him.
He chuckled lightly, almost blushing as he glanced down at his plate awkwardly.

I leaned over to kiss his cheek and smiled slightly as his hazel eyes darted into my chocolate eyes.

I loved every moment of sitting in this booth with him. It was a booth meant for a big group, which was apparent by the circular shape it possessed, but in true fashion of DeAndré-ness, he got the biggest things just for us two. I felt like it was unnecessary, at first, but it honestly made me feel like we were closer. We were more alone, more isolated. It gave us more privacy in a sense, and I valued that every time I found myself alone with him with no one to interrupt our time together.

"I love you, honey," I smiled.
"I love you too, chestnut," he gave that boyish smile that felt like the light of my life being personified.
I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed his lips passionately, caressing his face as he tried to keep his smile down.

I giggled, unable to keep from smiling as well. "Stop smiling," he chuckled as I still tried to kiss him.
"Don't tell me to stop smiling. You're smiling," I couldn't stop my laughter, eventually just leaning back against the cushioning of the booth and letting my giggles consume me.

He leaned back as well and stared at me as I laughed, his smile still stamped onto his face. I couldn't tell you why I was laughing, but all I knew was that this was one of the first times that I was present in a moment and genuinely happy, and I realized how happy I was.

"I don't know why you laughin' so hard, but I'm not complaining," he ran his tongue over his lips briefly as his gaze gave me butterflies.
I blushed, my eyes moving elsewhere as I sat up a bit.