Author's Note: The picture represents George's Date outfit, created by quietdaydreamer on Polyvore
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In the back of her mind, she knew she had a winner of a first date outfit, one that was guaranteed to make her mate's eye pop out while simultaneous courting several lusty thoughts.
And yet, she was still overcome with the powerful urge to rip it off, shrieking about how ugly and fat she was while searching for a magically perfect dress that didn't seem to exist. Nevermind that werewolves were known for their regeneration. Nevermind that even the most voracious lycantropic eater was maybe "curvy" or considered to have "some meat on them" at worst. Nothing seemed to bring out the sheer beauty she wasn't quite sure she had in the first place.
Why did picking out clothes have to be so hard? Especially when it came to dates? Seriously, George wasn't cut out for this crap. She wasn't a shabby dresser, but she wasn't a designer-loving fashionista, either. That title was reserved for Dominic - he might have been a chef, but he was the best-looking chef she knew and any day now, she was sure that Armani himself would sweep him away from his day job and feature him on the runways of Milan.
At least that's what Dominic predicted on occasion.
Forget living life as a wolf! George thought, exasperated. This first date business is much harder!
True, true, agreed her wolf. Me have fur. Me no worry about this stuff. Better naked anyway. So much fun...
Yeah, she was just going to leave the thought alone.
Why couldn't Dominic be here when she needed him? George thought for sure that he'd be here dictating everything while dictators themselves sat around and took notes. But not this time, though she had to admit that he had a very good excuse for his absence.
He'd found his mate again - and tonight, he intended on seeing him.
Hell, he'd probably mate with him too, if he oozed enough machismo and gave the poor sap enough liquor to put down two adult elephants.
He was probably having an easier time chosing his outfit, too, the lucky bastard. Dominic was so attractive, a veritable Latin Adonis, and she was anything but! Surely he had a few minutes to where he could give her a little advice and steer her in the right direction. If he had time to interfere with her love life, then he had a second or two to help with her wardrobe.
"Where the hell is my phone?" George stumbled clothes, shows, and jewelry to her nightstand, quickly dialing up his number. Lucky for her, he answered on the second ring. She didn't give him a chance to speak. "Dominic, it's me! I know you're busy and all, but I really need your help! I'm a hot mess here, I don't know what to wear that doesn't make me look fat -"
"Girl, stop being a whiny little bitch!" The force of Dominic's voice dried her tears in an instant. "Get your brown motorcycle jacket, those brown gladiator boots you got earlier this year, and that green hippie mini-dress with the pretty embroidery that you never want to wear because you're a prude! Put your hair a messy cute little bun because I know you didn't straighten it, get your classic brown coach purse and for God's sake put some perfume on, preferably that one I get you just yesterday because Julian just loves lavender and vanilla on you. Got it?"
"Umm..." She could barely bring herself to speak, let alone comprehend what was happening. "Y-Yeah, okay."
"Good, now stop crying and start laughing. Enjoy your fate with your mate, the first one is always the most memorable. And don't call me back until that boy is marked and you are sated. Just go and have fun."
Dominic ended the call, and all George could do was just sit there, mouth open wide, mind drawing a total blank. It wasn't until her phone rang that she gathered some semblance of cognizance.
"Huh?" she answered, mouth still ajar.
"By the way, close your mouth and wipe of any slobber that spilled down your face," Dominic said cattily. "That's not cute and I need you to be cute today. I've waited too long for this to happen - I won't let you ruin it! Now get dressed and give it up to him, girl!"
Dominic ended the call once more, and somehow George brought herself to snap her mouth closed, aware of the world once more. She wasn't sure of what happened as it still didn't make any sense in her head. But she knew that Dominic ordered her to do something, and she knew it was probably in her best interest to obey.
"Well, everything up to the virginity part," she murmured, prepare to gather the outfit his suggested. "I'm not that kind of girl and he knows that."
Me that kind of wolf! Her wolf frolicked, excited by the idea of some intimate attention. You sleep, I play. Me obey Elder! Me assume position!
No - just no.
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Going on the internet to check tonight's weather - done. Nice and clear, warm and balmy.
Double checking the train schedule to double check which train to boards - done.
Tickets for the outdoor symphony concert - check.
Double checking with the venue to make sure the tables, a comfy blanket, and the picnic basket, complete with beautiful table cover, two champagne grasses, a delicious spread of food, a chilled bottle of sparkling white grape juice (because wine is just nasty), and vanilla gelato with chocolate shavings Georgia was sure to love - oh hell yes.
Nice outfit - yes, very nice. Well, at least he thought so.
Double check to Liam to make sure he's wearing a nice outfit - oh crap, he knew he forgot something!
Julian checked himself in the mirror one last time, smoothing out his green plaid shirt and blue jeans. He was happy to be able to keep things casual tonight - after all, no one dresses to the nines for these outdoor concerts unless otherwise told to - but he still wanted to look his absolute best for his special lady.
Special lady - she was that and so much more.
They were together now - he could hardly believe it. A part of him believe that he was still dreaming it all though he knew better. Getting stranded was the best thing that ever happened to him. She might have resisted at first - par for the course, really - but it didn't last forever. She took a chance and opened up with him, not to mention that kiss...
It made him hot just thinking about it.
They spend the rest of that Sunday bonding, cuddling in each other's arms. He could still remember the feel of her soft body against his and her lovely scent that he just couldn't get enough of. They didn't do very much, but that didn't matter. They were finally together after what seemed like forever and a day, even though he'd only met her nearly three weeks before.
He'd never felt so happy in all of his life.
Because she made him feel special, he planned a first date that he hoped she'd find special - an evening picnic on the lawn at the Summer Music Festival grounds in North Shore. Oh sure, they'd be surrounded by countless other people - he couldn't emphasize the word "countless" enough - but that didn't matter. He'd already went through the trouble of reserving a lovely spot for the two of them and if the amount of money he was spending on this was any indication, it was a great spot for charming fair Georgia.
