“The Ferris wheel.” Smiling winningly at Deacon, she asked, “Can we do that?” Deacon grinned at her obvious enthusiasm and said, “If you want to.”
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Deacon directed them down the pier. Stopping, every so often to point out something to each other, they slowly made their way toward the end.
“Getting hungry?” Deacon asked at one point.
“Yeah, starving. What’s the plan?”
Looking at her hopefully, he said, “I leave that up to you?”
She sniffed the air and said, “I think I’m going to need a burger and fries.”
They wandered over to Pacific Park, the amusement park on the pier and ordered their meals.
Deacon said, “I’ve gotta say, I’m kind of surprised by your choice.”
They settled at a picnic table to eat.
Laughing, she said, “I make fancy food all day. When I’m at home, it’s mostly takeout and junk food.”
Snorting, Deacon asked, “And I thought you had such a discerning palate, Ms. Westing. I’m shocked!”
“You’ve got no idea. I don’t cook at home. It’s all frozen meals and prepackaged foods. I don’t think I’ve purchased a fresh vegetable for myself in like, six months.”
Looking rather deflated, Deacon asked, “So this means you’re not going to cook for me, like ever?”
Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Sara asked, “Is all of this just an elaborate ruse to get home cooked meals out of me?”
A playful gleam in his eye, he said, “No. This is because I’m trying to get you into bed…But if you wanna cook afterward, then I wouldn’t say no.”
Sara’s mouth dropped open in shock, then she smacked him in the arm and started laughing.
They continued their light banter through the rest of their meals, then made their way over to the games. Sara tried valiantly to beat him at basketball shooter game but lost horribly. They both kind of sucked at the ring toss, but she did finally manage to beat him at skee ball.
High on her victory, she collected her pocket sized stuffed panda and she pulled him toward the Ferris wheel. It had gotten dark already, so she imagined the view would be pretty amazing.
Waiting in line, Sara wrapped her arms around Deacon and looked up at him.
He seemed to be deep in thought, so she said, “We can do something else, ya know?”
Leaning down, he kissed her lips and said, “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
They stood in line, snuggled together until it was their turn to board.
Once they were secured into their cart of the Ferris wheel, Deacon turned to Sara and moved his hand to cup her face. Leaning in, he said, “God, you’re beautiful.”
Not really sure what to say, Sara lowered her eyes, shyly.
Shaking his head, Deacon said, “You’ve got no idea, do you?”
In response, Sara stretched her neck up and kissed him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands crept up to his hair. The contact was brief, but she liked the way their lips clung together. When the kiss ended, Sara opened her eyes to find Deacon watching her, his eyes ablaze.
Her gaze heavy lidded, she swayed toward him. Without warning, his mouth slammed down on hers. There was no hesitation at all in this kiss. Deacon’s mouth ravaged hers, his tongue exploring while his hand slipped down her body to grip her hip. Low, in the back of her throat, Sara whimpered.
Tightening his grip, he dragged his mouth across her jaw, down her throat, scraping his teeth along the side causing Sara to moan. Hearing the sound, Deacon’s fingertips flexed on her hip again, eliciting another whimper.
Moving the edge of her jacket out of the way, he lightly bit down on the place where her neck and shoulder met, then swirled his tongue. Making his way back up, he continued the assault on her mouth until they heard the loud clang of the safety bar being opened on their cart.
The operator smirked at them and unlatched the safety bar, allowing them to step out. Neither of them had realized that the ride had even stopped.