Be My Queen, chapter three
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frogs_of_warI had last week off, so I came on Saturday to check this weeks schedule and fill out paperwork so I'd get paid for my days off. My husband and I did a bit of shopping and then when I got to the Floral department, I got the schedule clipboard out of the back room and set it on the counter. A couple, with two small girls came in and got a cart. As they were pushing it passed the roses, the little girl threw up. I hurriedly finished writing down the days and went to help (stood beside the mess, reassured the mother everything was ok, and kept people from walking through it (the last is much harder than you'd expect. Customers will move carts & yellow cones and walk through the grossest stuff to not have to back up and walk an extra ten feet). I was so distracted that I had to go back later to fill out the paperwork.
Then along comes Tuesday and I get home from my walk (morning for a change) and my daughter tells me work called. I was supposed to be there at 9am. It's 11:40. I rush around frantically and get to work just before 1. Sigh. It was my own fault. I'd written down Wednesday.
So yesterday when I was asked to come in to move the Valentine's merchandise (Grocery not Floral) to the seasonal display, I had no problem stopping what I was in the middle of, since I'd planned on working that day anyway.
Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Three of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: flirting, mis-sung lyrics, temptation, touches, almost a kiss, awkward questions, a change of setting, a rented car, a want come true
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Diego needs to get to know his shy beauty better. Lavender just wants a week of happiness.
Diego tucked Lavender’s hand around his arm. The street lights bounced off the low clouds, making them glow. This had never been his favorite sky, but tonight, standing by Lavender, it was.
She was tall for a girl, but not any taller than Diego’s mom. Her shoulders were broad, but not any wider than Diego’s cousin’s. Her waist was probably a little above where her skirt hung. With the loose top, he couldn’t tell exactly. But her breasts were just the right size to make her proportional in every way. He longed to taste one.
Or both.
Preferably soon.
He led her to a bench. He wanted her to talk. He needed to hear her voice. She’d spoken to her friends, but just a word or two at a time. Her voice sounded rich and husky, like Lauren Bacall, his favorite actress. But he couldn’t tell until she spoke some more.
In his experience talking was the best way to get someone else to talk.
“I’m down here visiting my friend.”
Lavender looked at the boys as they horsed around on the play equipment, showing off for Lavender’s friends.
“That blond over there…” Diego pointed at Travis. “He’s my friend’s brother. I drove all night long to see Patrick and now I have to hang out with teenagers.”
She sat up straighter. “I’m nineteen.”
So she was legal. That was nice to know. She had no blemishes and an adult’s poise, and her skin was smooth as silk but her features were slightly soft as if not quite fully formed. Of course, some women didn’t look complete until they were forty. Diego put her between sixteen and her mid twenties with the younger she was, the better actress. She looked comfortable in her body, but he wouldn’t know if that was the truth until she let him touch her.
Diego laid his arm along the back of the bench. “Being with you is worth all the hassle.”
She turned and looked at him. He wished he knew her well enough to read her face. But she was looking him in the eye and that was an improvement on everything since she ran from the table.
“Patrick and I are both programmers. We work with computers. We were in the same year and majored in the same thing, so we took a lot of classes together. We roomed together junior year and we’ve been best buds ever since.”
And Diego had needed a new roommate after his spectacular breakup with his old one. Dating a roommate was a horrible idea.
Lavender cocked her head. “You’re humming again.”
“Bad mistakes, I’m made a few. I've fumbled and mis-stepped. But I've come through.”
She turned her head.
Diego touched her hair. “You don’t like my singing.”
“I don’t get you.”
“I don’t need to be got. You already have me.”
Now he just needed to convince her of that.
—
Lavender leaned against the back of the bench even though she knew Diego’s arm was there. He was a siren tempting her, but she could not stand against it. She was going crazy. He would find out her secret, and then he would leave.
But he was leaving anyway. He lived somewhere else.
Maybe he couldn’t break her heart unless she let him. If she could keep herself from falling for his honeyed words, she could just enjoy having a guy interested in her.
She turned to look up at him. He was gazing at her. Her body seized and her brain stopped working. He smiled and looked away. Had she ruined things? But then his hand slid down her side and settled at her waist.
It felt so good and warm there. He leaned closer to her. He even smelled good, not like the heavy musk most of the guys around here wore. He told her about his job writing code for an advertising agency. Of course Diego was white collar. She was the daughter of a migrant worker who was never home. They didn’t match at all.
He took her hand and rubbed his fingers down hers. Her whole body was on fire. This wasn’t fair. She turned and glared at him. He lowered his face to her. He was going to kiss her. How dare he! They didn’t even know each other.
His breath brushed her skin. She could imagine the feel of his lips on hers, her first real kiss. He leaned back. Was she not good enough to kiss? Had he decided she wasn’t worth the effort?
He touched her cheek. “You aren’t ready yet.”
She turned her head, so that his fingers rubbed against her lips. She wanted to be ready. She wanted to straddle him right there on the park bench and rub their bodies together as she delved into his mouth.
Of course she never would.
“Are you in college?”
As if she had the money for school. She could barely afford her shots. And she had no desire to show off her real ID with its dreadful M.
But she nodded. Diego would be gone from her life long before the little lie mattered. She had a much bigger thing to hide.
“What are you taking?”
She stood up. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
He got to his feet and took her hand. “Anywhere with you. Travis, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He passed her right hand to his right and wrapped his left arm around her waist. “Where are we going?”
The boys shouted lewd things as if Lavender was going to put out after only knowing Diego for an hour. As if she was going to put out at all. Viv and the others gave her shouts of encouragement and then sent her texts, but she wasn’t going to look at them while Diego might see.
Diego had a nice car. A very nice car. She didn’t want to get in it. He opened the door for her and held it opened. She got in. This car looked new or at least well taken care of. Diego got in. “This isn’t really my car.”
Then why was he driving it?
“My dad told me to rent one to save wear and tear on my own car and if this one breaks down, I can just turn it in for a different model.” Diego started the car and pulled into traffic. “Dad said to pick a car I might want to buy—I’m still driving my mom’s old car—but I thought, why not drive the kind of car I could never afford?”
So he wasn’t some rich guy. Not that that mattered. Distance would keep them apart more than money. “Aren’t you worried about it being stolen?”
“Yeah, but see: it’s not my car. If my car was stolen, it would be a lot worse for me.”
She looked at him sidelong as he merged onto the freeway, so maybe he didn’t notice. He was handsome even in profile, very manly, but gentle.
“But I’ll be careful with it. Where are we going?”
Lavender directed him to a beach. The sun was down, but the parking lot wasn’t empty. The moon, just overhead, was nearly full. Its light shone off the water and sand. Lavender loved the ocean. She’d always wanted to walk along the beach hand in hand with a handsome guy. Tonight might be her only chance.
And the change of scenery might keep him from asking any more awkward questions.
Then along comes Tuesday and I get home from my walk (morning for a change) and my daughter tells me work called. I was supposed to be there at 9am. It's 11:40. I rush around frantically and get to work just before 1. Sigh. It was my own fault. I'd written down Wednesday.
So yesterday when I was asked to come in to move the Valentine's merchandise (Grocery not Floral) to the seasonal display, I had no problem stopping what I was in the middle of, since I'd planned on working that day anyway.
Title: Be My Queen
Chapter: Three of twenty-four
Genre: romance, het bi/trans
Rating: PG
Content: flirting, mis-sung lyrics, temptation, touches, almost a kiss, awkward questions, a change of setting, a rented car, a want come true
Length: 1.3k
Summary: Diego needs to get to know his shy beauty better. Lavender just wants a week of happiness.
Diego tucked Lavender’s hand around his arm. The street lights bounced off the low clouds, making them glow. This had never been his favorite sky, but tonight, standing by Lavender, it was.
She was tall for a girl, but not any taller than Diego’s mom. Her shoulders were broad, but not any wider than Diego’s cousin’s. Her waist was probably a little above where her skirt hung. With the loose top, he couldn’t tell exactly. But her breasts were just the right size to make her proportional in every way. He longed to taste one.
Or both.
Preferably soon.
He led her to a bench. He wanted her to talk. He needed to hear her voice. She’d spoken to her friends, but just a word or two at a time. Her voice sounded rich and husky, like Lauren Bacall, his favorite actress. But he couldn’t tell until she spoke some more.
In his experience talking was the best way to get someone else to talk.
“I’m down here visiting my friend.”
Lavender looked at the boys as they horsed around on the play equipment, showing off for Lavender’s friends.
“That blond over there…” Diego pointed at Travis. “He’s my friend’s brother. I drove all night long to see Patrick and now I have to hang out with teenagers.”
She sat up straighter. “I’m nineteen.”
So she was legal. That was nice to know. She had no blemishes and an adult’s poise, and her skin was smooth as silk but her features were slightly soft as if not quite fully formed. Of course, some women didn’t look complete until they were forty. Diego put her between sixteen and her mid twenties with the younger she was, the better actress. She looked comfortable in her body, but he wouldn’t know if that was the truth until she let him touch her.
Diego laid his arm along the back of the bench. “Being with you is worth all the hassle.”
She turned and looked at him. He wished he knew her well enough to read her face. But she was looking him in the eye and that was an improvement on everything since she ran from the table.
“Patrick and I are both programmers. We work with computers. We were in the same year and majored in the same thing, so we took a lot of classes together. We roomed together junior year and we’ve been best buds ever since.”
And Diego had needed a new roommate after his spectacular breakup with his old one. Dating a roommate was a horrible idea.
Lavender cocked her head. “You’re humming again.”
“Bad mistakes, I’m made a few. I've fumbled and mis-stepped. But I've come through.”
She turned her head.
Diego touched her hair. “You don’t like my singing.”
“I don’t get you.”
“I don’t need to be got. You already have me.”
Now he just needed to convince her of that.
—
Lavender leaned against the back of the bench even though she knew Diego’s arm was there. He was a siren tempting her, but she could not stand against it. She was going crazy. He would find out her secret, and then he would leave.
But he was leaving anyway. He lived somewhere else.
Maybe he couldn’t break her heart unless she let him. If she could keep herself from falling for his honeyed words, she could just enjoy having a guy interested in her.
She turned to look up at him. He was gazing at her. Her body seized and her brain stopped working. He smiled and looked away. Had she ruined things? But then his hand slid down her side and settled at her waist.
It felt so good and warm there. He leaned closer to her. He even smelled good, not like the heavy musk most of the guys around here wore. He told her about his job writing code for an advertising agency. Of course Diego was white collar. She was the daughter of a migrant worker who was never home. They didn’t match at all.
He took her hand and rubbed his fingers down hers. Her whole body was on fire. This wasn’t fair. She turned and glared at him. He lowered his face to her. He was going to kiss her. How dare he! They didn’t even know each other.
His breath brushed her skin. She could imagine the feel of his lips on hers, her first real kiss. He leaned back. Was she not good enough to kiss? Had he decided she wasn’t worth the effort?
He touched her cheek. “You aren’t ready yet.”
She turned her head, so that his fingers rubbed against her lips. She wanted to be ready. She wanted to straddle him right there on the park bench and rub their bodies together as she delved into his mouth.
Of course she never would.
“Are you in college?”
As if she had the money for school. She could barely afford her shots. And she had no desire to show off her real ID with its dreadful M.
But she nodded. Diego would be gone from her life long before the little lie mattered. She had a much bigger thing to hide.
“What are you taking?”
She stood up. “Let’s go somewhere else.”
He got to his feet and took her hand. “Anywhere with you. Travis, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He passed her right hand to his right and wrapped his left arm around her waist. “Where are we going?”
The boys shouted lewd things as if Lavender was going to put out after only knowing Diego for an hour. As if she was going to put out at all. Viv and the others gave her shouts of encouragement and then sent her texts, but she wasn’t going to look at them while Diego might see.
Diego had a nice car. A very nice car. She didn’t want to get in it. He opened the door for her and held it opened. She got in. This car looked new or at least well taken care of. Diego got in. “This isn’t really my car.”
Then why was he driving it?
“My dad told me to rent one to save wear and tear on my own car and if this one breaks down, I can just turn it in for a different model.” Diego started the car and pulled into traffic. “Dad said to pick a car I might want to buy—I’m still driving my mom’s old car—but I thought, why not drive the kind of car I could never afford?”
So he wasn’t some rich guy. Not that that mattered. Distance would keep them apart more than money. “Aren’t you worried about it being stolen?”
“Yeah, but see: it’s not my car. If my car was stolen, it would be a lot worse for me.”
She looked at him sidelong as he merged onto the freeway, so maybe he didn’t notice. He was handsome even in profile, very manly, but gentle.
“But I’ll be careful with it. Where are we going?”
Lavender directed him to a beach. The sun was down, but the parking lot wasn’t empty. The moon, just overhead, was nearly full. Its light shone off the water and sand. Lavender loved the ocean. She’d always wanted to walk along the beach hand in hand with a handsome guy. Tonight might be her only chance.
And the change of scenery might keep him from asking any more awkward questions.
