Let’s Get It On
I woke quite late the next morning, feeling refreshed and relaxed. I’d decided I was just going to spend the day puttering about the house; maybe go for a nice walk if the weather’s good.
Man, I felt good this morning!
I got dressed, thinking I’d head out somewhere, when I got a phone call.
Aiden! Spa day! Other words that were said but I really can’t recall anything other than that, and “Yes!”.
He greeted me warmly when I arrived. Hrm. He smelled nice.
“Ready for a relaxing day?” he asked.
“Absolutely!” I said. “I love this place. It … feels like home sometimes.”
I’m sure I’ll tell him about that. Someday.
Ooooh dear, this felt so good. While I get me some of that hot pore-cleansing, Aiden offered to help take some tension off my shoulders.
I wasn’t going to tell him that I didn’t have any. Just keep with the hands on me. More hands on skin, Aiden!
I offered to return the favour.
It would have been irresponsible of me to enact a sudden shortage of towels, so I kept my hands above his armpits.
For now.
We followed the sauna up with a quick dip in the pool.
Although I’ll have to work on that too. Who wears a tank top into the swimming pool? Jeez, guy. Well, perhaps he’s as shy as I thought he was.
Tank top or no, he’s just too damn cute.
He let me know he’d also booked a real massage for me. Cute and sweet. I’m certain I’m in love.
Jimmy here – or Jumpy or whatever – welcomed me in and asked me to lay on the table.
Oooohh. I warned him that I thought I was pretty relaxed already, but figured it couldn’t hurt.
Augh! Maybe I wasn’t as relaxed as I thought; Jamie found a few places that needed some kneading. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but I could feel my back loosening further with every …
Urk!
As we were leaving the spa, I took Aiden’s arm and asked him what the next stop on our relaxing day would be. He let me know that the “Romance Festival” was in town, and he’d booked us a pair of tickets. We arrived at the market and was instantly showered with rose petals. I think Aiden might be allergic.
Everyone was in a really great mood. A large tea fountain provided us with a rather warming drink. I’m not certain there wasn’t alcohol in it, but it induced a certain amorous intoxication that I could get used to.
Actually… it tasked a little of roses. Like … like the Rose Serum we make at the lab! Part of me wondered if I should investigate a leak, or report a theft, but the other part of me was feeling amazing and told that first part to shut the hell up and jump Aiden’s skinny bones.
And the rose petals are just so damned pretty.
Of course, nothing goes together with a rose love potion than a few pints.
I finally had the nerve to ask my glass if I had the nerve.
“Of course you do, you’re wonderful,” the beer told me.
“And sexy,” added the love tea.
Right! Well who am I to argue with talking intoxicants?
Aiden couldn’t come up with a convincing argument either. When I suggested that we head over to my house for the remainder of the evening, he agreed without his usual hesitation. I think the tea made his voice an octave lower. And huskier.
Back at my place, we sat and talked for nearly two hours. We shared and debated hopes and dreams, neighbourhood tax rates, llama breeding, everything.
We learned an awful lot more about each other. Specifically, we both really wanted …
… to do more of this.
A lot more. It coulda been the Marvin Gaye, it coulda been the tea, but it was Aiden who’d suggested a move to the bedroom, and I could not get there fast enough.
But I took my time, gesturing him to lead the way.
He did. I’ll leave it there. You understand.