Reality And Romance

Instead of voicing any of these thoughts, she muttered, “Whatever.” Sighing, she changed the conversation back to the topic of superheroes. “What would you want your superpower to be?”

“I’m not sure.” Andrew confessed leaning back. “Probably something to do with sewing I suppose, given that it’s the thing I’m best at.”

“Wait…you didn’t make this costume?”

A smile lit up his face. “Yea, I did. I mean it was a quick job, obviously not my best work –”

“I think it’s wonderful.” Libby interrupted him, and for the first time since they had arrived Andrew blushed, and reached over to squeeze her hand.

“Thank you.”

“You should have bad ass, super powered needles that can sew up any wound real easy, and then to attack you could throw them like knives, or cut through them and tie them up.” Libby grinned. “It’s a really awesome power when you think about it.”

“Yea, it is,” Andrew said softly, smiling at her enthusiasm.

The food was now finished, and so for dessert, Andrew pulled out two perfectly baked cupcakes. Libby took hers, about to thank him, until she noticed the picture it had been decorated with.

“Is that Yoda?” Andrew nodded and Libby scowled, “I hate you.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Beside last time we were in the cupboard you suggested we might be enemies, I thought this Yoda cake was the best way to defeat you.”

“I almost prefer the kidnapping.”

“So…” He asked, while Libby laid into her cake, “Would you like to do this again?”

Libby paused, “You mean, see you again, right?”

Andrew nodded, “Yes.”

Libby thought for a moment, she did really like Andrew, he was romantic, spontaneous and well, fun. But there was also something a little unsettling about him, every now and then he got an almost predatory expression on his face, and he had thought it would be funny, or romantic (or whatever the hell he had been thinking) to pretend to kidnap her.

“I would love to,” she began cautiously, “Just don’t…”

“Kidnap you again,” Andrew finished for her.

Libby nodded, before asking, “How are we going to arrange these dates, since I can’t have your number. Obviously I can give you mine, but…”

“No.” He sighed. “The only landline in the house is public and we’ve had problems with phone tapping before.”

She frowned, before pausing and breaking into a wild smile, “Wait! I have an idea! We could use the library books.”

“That’s not a bad idea, I was able to run in there unnoticed….how do I make sure they get to you?”

“That’s simple, I have a pigeonhole in the back office, a little post box type thing with my name on. Knock on the office door, and ask to put it in there.”

“I don’t want to sound vain, but won’t the people that work with you recognize me?”

Libby thought for a moment. Diane and Chris would definitely recognize him, hell they’d probably never let him leave. “Yea….you might want to go in costume.”

“Why can’t things ever just be easy?” Andrew huffed. “Couldn’t we just use that small room we met in?”

“Well yea, I suppose we could, although that would be much less embarrassing for you…” Libby protested, teasingly.

“The store room it is.”

“Specifically, it’s The Lost and Found. I’ll put a sign on the door and leave it open for you. Please put it somewhere obvious.”

Having decided how they were going to continue meeting, the two continued to eat and drink for a while, until the night grew darker, and the speckled dots of city light slowly began to snuff out. They were now laid out on their backs over the blanket and the music playlist had finished, so instead they were listening to sh*tty 90’s pop music that they had liked as teenagers.

“Justin Timberlake. Jesus Christ, I wanted to marry that man.” Libby laughed.

“You have good taste, I’ve met him. He’s a good guy.”

Libby gaped. “Fu*k off, you met him.”

“I’m serious.” Andrew nodded.

“Did you get to kiss him?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “No.”

Libby frowned, “That’s a shame. He’s -” The rest of her sentence was interrupted by a long yawn. “What time is it?”

Andrew checked his watch, “Half past one.”

“Sh*t, I have work tomorrow.”

“Alright, I’ll take you home.” Groaning, Andrew picked himself up off the floor and held out his hand to her.

Libby took it smiling, “Thank you for such an excellent night.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied softly. For just one moment, his eyes were soft and gentle, before he turned her around and pulled her against him. Andrew gripped her shoulders, leaned down and let his breath fall hot on her neck.

Libby shuddered. “What are you doing?”

“Taking that kiss you owe me,” His voice was low, almost a growl.

Slowly he pulled the back of her top down and ran his tongue from the top of her spine, slowly up her neck until she could feel his hot breath tickling her earlobes. Finally, he pulled her head backwards into the cleft of his neck, parted his mouth slightly, and placed upon her lips a soft kiss.

Libby touched her lips where he had kissed her, they were hot. Her entire body was hot, and she felt a shudder that ran down the base of her spine like electricity. If she had looked behind her she would have seen Andrew smirking.

“Come on,” he interrupted, walking towards the other side of the building where the fire exit was. “I’ll walk you home.”

His amused voice broke her out of her momentary daze and she followed him, laughing and shouting, “Hey! That was not a peck!”