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Johnny couldn't help but smile as the rain came down. He made his way along with Catherine. Under the gazeebo he laughed and laughed. It was hilarious.
He saw the confused look in her eyes.
"I love this so much," he came out from under the gazeebo, "The rain, in this beautiful place, don't you just love it?"
He twirled around in the rain, feeling it hit his skin. A smile was brought to his face.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you planned this. It's so romantic up here."
He looked into her eyes. There was something there.
"What are you thinking?"
 
"I know you think I'm crazy for bringing you here or that I'm trying to seduce you," Catherine said as she pulled out a pocket knife.

"That's not really it at all," she opened the knife, revealing a long thin blade with a notch serrated tip.

"Ever want to grab a moment and turn it into something that you'll remember for a lifetime?" Ignoring the rain, she walked over to a rose bush with dark red roses, the color identical to the rose she had worn in her hair. She bent down and cut a perfect blossom. She fit the long stem into the notch and striped the rose of its thorns.

"I saw you in that coffeehouse looking as uncomfortable as I felt and just knew I had to show you this. There's something about you, Johnny, that's quiet and unassuming, like the Parkland." She closed the knife and slipped it back into her purse and walked back to him.

"I guess I just want a chance to find the beauty inside of you." Catherine said as she handed the rose to him, looking up into his eyes.
 
Johnny took the flower, putting it in his own hair. The dark curls kept it where he placed it.
"Well," he said, his hand still hadn't left hers, "I did feel very uneasy in there. It seems like a great place to meet, doesn't it? A nice little coffee shop, somewhere where we can both feel safe. When it comes right down to it, though, it's not a very romantic or homey setting."
The rain pelted down around them, "This is though. Somehow this is the perfect place. The rain just makes it even more perfect."
He was finally able to look into her eyes, only for a minute though. His head lowered just as fast, "Since you brought me up here, have you seen any beauty inside of me?"
 
Catherine laughed as he put the flower in his hair. "There is something about you, Johnny. Something vulnerable and sweet. I don't know if its because you've been hurt before or if you've never even fallan in love, but there's something about you that's crying out to be loved. That in itself is beautiful." Catherine moved in closer, close enough so that their bodies where almost touching. She reached up and placed a hand gently on his cheek. "I want so very much for you to kiss me right now, Johnny." She laughed but this time it was lower, more seductive. "Hell, maybe I am trying to seduce you a little."
 
Johnny found a lump in his throat. He tried swallowing it several times during her speech. An audible sigh could be heard as she moved in closer, very small, but still there.
"I... have been hurt once. It was very painful," he let his finger trace a strand of her hair, "I want to kiss you right now, but I'm unsure. I know you wouldn't want to hurt me."
For the first time he actually stared into her eyes, looking at her, "You are so beautiful."
Johnny leaned in, his eyes closed. He paused, only a moment, before kissing her lips.
 
She opened herself up to the kiss. Her lips parted as his tongue slid into the warmth of hers. She nestled her body into his. Her hands went around his neck and she held him close. Johnny's hand moved to her breast, cupping it gently, stroking the skin under the dress. She sighed within the confines of the kiss. It had all of the qualities of a magical first kiss, exciting, exploring, heartbreakingly long. Catherine gasped for breath as their lips parted. She drew away from him slightly so that she could look up into his eyes.

"I wasn't going to tell you this. I don't want you to think I had planned this, but my apartment lies one floor below. If I invite you down, you have to promise me you won't think I'm the kind of woman who invites strange men to her apartment on a regular basis. But Johnny... You are special. This seems special. I am drawn to you."

Her eyes communicated her invitation and her vulnerability all at the same time.
 
Johnny leaned forward again, kissing her forhead. He breathed in her fragerance.
"I would love to come inside. Truth is, I didn't even think anyone would show up, and now here I am with with beautiful woman, whom I can't get out of my mind."
He grabbed her hand, "I don't think any less of you. There's something about you, something I can't get out of my mind, but then again, I don't want to."
He followed her inside.
 
They retraced their steps to the elevator and took it one floor down. Catherine unlocked the door to her apartment, her hand shook just a little as she worked the key in the lock.

"Well, here we are," she said before she opened the door. "God, that sounded awkward." She laughed at her own discomfort.

As they entered the spacious two bedroom apartment, Catherine felt herself relax as she always did when she came into her home. Her travels had decorated the place in an electic mix of furnishings from all over the world. She gestured to a large, comfortable-looking sofa in forest green. Johnny walked over and sat down while Catherine went into the adjoining kitchen.

"Why don't you put on some music," she called from the other room. A large stereo sat in the corner opposite the door.
 
"Music?" he nodded, getting up from the couch. Johnny walked over to the stereo, looking it over. There was a stack of cd's that he shifted through, looking over each one, before setting it down and getting another.
"Ahhh, here we are," he put in a cd that said Soft Sounds of the 80's. After it started playing some nice soft piano music, Johnny sat back down. He sighed, waiting for her to come back.
"I didn't know what you wanted, I hope this is ok."
 
'Tis Me The Bee

Honey_B that is. Since I am going I vacation, I have to reveal myself to you and all. Now, I wonder who my rebel is....
 
Sounds good. A little hunny_B. It's actually a little ironic I'd say. My name is Poohlive, a scurge throughout the roleplaying threads.
Masks revealed....
 
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