We get into the car and start driving to the restaurant. He is strangely quiet, and after a few minutes of silence I finally look at him. "Is there anything wrong?" I ask softly, unable to keep the concern from my voice.
He is acting so different from earlier today, no trace of his smile to be found. "Nope everything is fine," he replies coolly, keeping his eyes on the road.
I just nod, but I know something is up. I can hear the tension in his voice.
We arrive at the restaurant and hurry inside. We’re shown to our table immediately, and he cracks open a menu without a word. We order our food and drinks, but once again he is silent.
The silence pervades so long, I start to feel uncomfortable. I try to get him to smile or engage him in conversation by saying, "This place is nice."
His only reaction is to nod in response. Our food arrives and we start to eat. "How is your food?" I ask after we’ve been eating for a few minutes.
"It's fine," he replies blandly.
I can still feel the tension coming off of him. I sigh and pick at my food.
The meal goes on, but I can't take it anymore. During the middle of it I wipe my mouth on my napkin and stand up. I lightly toss my napkin on the table. Dom stops eating and watches me. "I think we should just go. Clearly you don't want to be here with me. It was such a mistake to try to force this," I announce.
I'm angry, hurt and sad. My voice trembles a little with emotion. I try to walk off but he grabs my wrist. "Please, sit down?" He asks, his face screwed up with some emotion I can’t decipher.
I hesitate, but eventually comply. I sit and look at him. "I assure you, that that is not the case at all. I do want to be here with you. I just…I have a lot on my mind," he explains.
"Why don't you talk to me about it? Maybe that’ll help." I offer, but he shakes his head.
"No. Let’s just forget about it. So tell me about your shop, how's it doing? How's the music?" He asks with false cheer.
I just give him a doubtful look. I know he's trying to force me to change the subject. "Please? I just want to get my mind off of this shit for a little while,” he says, his eyes pleading.
Reluctantly, I agree. "Business is going about as well as it can I guess…" I start to explain.
We both go back to eating and drinking. Soon we are both laughing and smiling as I relate a story about me dropping a stack of records the first week the shop was open. "I was so devastated." I admit.
"Oh my gosh! I hope all of them didn't break?" He asks curiously.
"Only a couple. I cried a little as I swept up the pieces," I admit.
We both smile at each other. It occurs to me we’re actually enjoying our evening now, but at the same time, I’m still worried. Whatever was bothering him didn’t just disappear.
But I ignore my worries and just enjoy the time we’re having as we finish our dinner and head home. After the drive, the two of us end up lingering outside my front door. "Thank you for a wonderful night," I say softly.
He smiles "You're very welcome. It was a nice dinner," he replies.
We both smile at each other, and gathering my courage, I ask him, "Would you like to come inside?"
To my surprise and delight, he smiles and nods. “Sure.”
Once we are inside we stand in the living room in a brief silence. Our eyes meet. I feel it again. That spark between us that I felt in the record shop. I don't know what comes over me, but I walk towards him and put my arms on his shoulders.
There's no trace of hesitation now. I lean in on tiptoe and he lowers his lips to mine. The kiss is tentative at first, but soon we are devouring each other, pulling off our clothes into between kisses.
He starts kissing my neck. "The bedroom," I manage to gasp out.
I quickly pull him down the hall. We continue kissing, scrabbling at each other’s bare flesh "Oh Dom, please." I gasp.
He lies me on the bed. I didn’t even see him grab the condom from his pocket, his pants are halfway down my hallway, but it doesn’t matter, he rolls it on quickly and parts my thighs.
By the time he puts his hand between my legs, I'm already wet. He strokes me and rubs me so gently. I moan and rock my body back and forth. He rubs me and strokes my clit in those magic little circles of his.