A First Time for Everything

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Jane had debated for the better part of an hour whether to actually go out with Jack. Yes, their meeting had seemed ideal, and he seemed like a great guy. But appearances could be deceiving.

After talking with Darcy she decided to go through with it - with Darcy's tazer in her purse. She texted him the address of her favorite Japanese restaurant, telling him to meet her at 8. After going through every dress in her closet she decided on a simple black one, accenting it with gold shoes and jewelry. She left her hair down simply because she didn't like every way she tried it up.

She walked to the restaurant since it was only a block from her apartment. She arrived early - she liked arriving early - and stood outside waiting for him. She paced to work off some nervous energy. Astrophysics she had no trouble with. Dating made her shake in her heels.

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Jack could feel his cheeks heat up. He had gotten the vampire thing wrong. Jane knew better. He expected that would probably happen often between them. She seemed incredibly smart and quick on her feet. It was part of what kept drawing him to her. This was just one day and he felt as if they knew each other for much longer.

She made him think as much as she made him laugh. The longer he spent with her, the more beautiful she became. Jane could model. He observed her features. She didn't wear designer clothers or keep her hair following the latest trend which made him comfortable with her beauty. The dates he had with high maintenance women never led to more than sex. He didn't have the energy to keep up with them.

There was nothing worse than one sided relationships. In fairness, it was how he had behaved with his ex-girlfriend in Scotland. He was spoiled. It was amazing Molly remained a friend with how self centered Jack had been. He wasn't ready for the level of committment his childhood friend desired. She had a good life now. He was happy for her. It was time he found a good relationship for himself.

"You're spoiling me. I might never leave," he teased as she handed over the rest of her dessert. He really did find the cannoli delightful. Jack made quick work of the pastry then finished off his coffee. Only then did he realize he should've slowed down. With dessert and coffee done, it was time to leave. "Wash room? I'm sure I have more remnants left along my scruff."

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Jane felt slightly awkward not eating while he did, so she held onto her coffee cup and talked about the pictures she had hanging up. Without getting overly technical, she described what each one was, the names of the stars or cluster or phenomenon featured, and where and when it was taken. She could feel his eyes on her when she pointed out each piece. Initially she was uncomfortable but grew to like the feeling. Again it left her not having to guess if he was interested in her for more than her taste in dessert.

"Now you've really figured me out. I don't have to use magic or trickery or my vampire powers. I lure men into my den with dessert." She laughed, picturing herself as a spider at the center of an enormous web like in Lord of the Rings. In her case the web was very, very empty aside from him.

Wash room? Oh, he meant bathroom. That was adorable, the little difference in terminology. "Down the hall before you get to the bedroom." She stood when he did, picking up the plates to take them to the kitchen. "Do you want a refill while you get those crumbs?" She used a free hand to pretend to brush some off the front of his shirt.

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If only Jane knew how much Jack was really under her spell. She had a refreshing manner of being compared to the women he met. He didn't want to leave and only thought of when they could see each other again. Yet she wouldn't know it sitting there with him as he kept it all locked up inside until he could think of the right way to bring it up without showing all his cards. No one liked someone over eager. There was a fine line it could cross over into something creepy.

He could see the confusion on her face at his question which brought a light red tint to his cheeks. As cool as he tried playing, it seemed he couldn't stop making an idiot of himself. Not that Jane appeared put off which in itself was the reason he was so taken with her. "No, thank you. That was just enough with the sugar from dessert to keep me up a little longer. Any more and I won't sleep tonight," he said through the sheepish grin he sported and stood with her.

Jack headed in the direction she indicated. His cheeks felt funny. He wasn't sure if it was from blushing or all the smiling he was doing with Jane. Standing in front of the mirror over the bathroom sink, he wondered if he shouldn't have shaved clean. He hated the razor burn but it might have shown he was putting forth more effort. How would she know he didn't usually dress this way after only just meeting?

Leaving the lavatory freshened up, he swaggered to the kitchen with his head tilted down and eyes peering up in an almost timid expression. "Should I go now?"

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Jane busied herself with rinsing the plates and cups and putting them in the dishwasher while Jack used the bathroom. Despite her cautious nature when it came to relationships, she found herself envisioning future dates with him. The holiday season was quick approaching, and she could see them doing typical couple things together. Some would call them cliche, but she liked that. Ice skating at Rockefeller Center, viewing the decorated windows at Macy's, even seeing the Rockettes do their holiday show. In every picture in her mind they were holding hands and smiling, and she wanted those ideas to come true.

The sound of his voice broke her out of her daydreams. She turned around and immediately wondered what he did that is making him look so timid. It was such a change from the moment in the restaurant when he'd slid up to her side and kissed her, tentative but confident at the same time. She could appreciate both states of mind. She tended to go back and forth between the two pretty often herself.

"You don't have to. I'm a night owl, though, and I don't want to keep you up if you're ready to go home and go to bed." She wasn't ready for the night to be over, though. She felt like she could sit up all night talking to him like a silly teenager on the telephone.

"I guess we don't have to learn absolutely everything about each other in one night. But I kinda want to."