The Date 2

(Noir POV)

The rain hadn't let up even after my eyes opened and my consciousness returned to me.

With the soft flesh of Angie to hug, and the gentle lullaby of the rain, my inevitable fall into peaceful slumber was perpetuated.

I was not particularly tired, far from it, I was energized. But, my not-so-hidden desire to share a bed with this woman, to wake up to her scent, and fall asleep to her warmth, it overwrote me.

I refused to move any of my limbs as I looked down at the girl on my chest. Her calm and quiet breaths tickled my chest, signifying that she too had taken an impromptu nap.

Not much time had passed, only around an hour. I wasn't stressing the time much, the day would flow as we wished it to regardless.

The sudden change in breathing pattern alerted me to Angie's awakening. Her eyelashes parted revealing ruby eyes. I watched as she readjust to reality, her head turning to me and her face smiling.

"It's still raining?" She more said than asked as she looked up to the sky past the umbrella.

"Impatient?" I questioned her thoughts on the matter. Would she prefer to do something else until the rain lets up?

She shook her head in denial. "I quite like the rain, the sense of tranquility it creates is pleasant."

"And that's the only thing pleasant about this?"

A blush accompanied her smile following my words. "Sharing it with you, well… I could think of nothing that makes me happier."

I'm sorry, when the hell did this girl learn to spit lines like that? I feel like I'm being seduced… Oh. My. God. I AM BEING SEDUCED.

My lovely, not-so-innocent but outrageously gorgeous Angie is actively trying to take my heart. This can't be an otome world, no way in hell am I a capture target.

"D-did I say something strange?" Angie asked, noticing my dazed expression.

"No, I just felt my heart leap," I said with my hand to my chest. "I think I know how Livia feels now."

"Really?" Angie beamed, oddly interested in my heart palpitations as she moved closer and put her palm atop my left pectoral.

"I can't feel anything." I guess my awesome muscles were just too condensed as Angie decided to listen directly, moving her head to my chest.

"It sounds normal." She frowned lightly.

"My resting heart rate is really low, for it to feel normal to you should say something." I had to explain, I was insanely athletic after all.

"I'll take your word for it… but, it still seems slower than mine, even when it's at rest." She put a hand over her heart, being as still as possible as to listen.

Not missing the chance so easily given to me, I of course laid my head right atop those beautiful breast, taking note of the slowly increasing rhythm.

"I think it'd be hard to beat this with how fast it's going." I grinned.

"Hush." She looked away embarrassed at her nervousness being found out, though that did nothing to restore her heart.

After a few seconds more of her prolonged embarrassment, she finally spoke up. "Are you satisfied yet?"

"So soft," I said mock dazedly, watching out of the corner of my eye as Angie's confusion turned into realization. Her eyes widened a bit and her blush grew.

"Hopeless." That was not what I expected of her as she just looked away again, her heart rate somehow increasing yet again.

Well, what did I expect? This girl clearly had quite the lustful side. Let's not forget the massage that happened not so long ago.

The pitter-patter of rain hitting against the umbrella soon started to lessen, until the sound became nonexistent.

Pulling my head up, I looked into the sky. The sunlight pierced through the clouds, battling the umbrella as it tried to beam down on us.

I turned my head, planning to state the obvious, though my words were lost before I could even begin to form them.

Less than 3 inches were between our lips as we faced each other. I could tell she too hadn't expected the sudden close proximity as her eyes widened slowly.

Neither of us moved for around three seconds. I watched as her eyes went from shock to what I will shamelessly describe as want, as they dimmed and she licked her lips.

My head unconsciously moved forwards first, though she didn't take long to match. Our eyes closed just before our lips met.

As we locked lips, my arms moved to her back, wrapping around her waist and pulling her deeper into me.

I know not how long our lips were connected, only that when we finally gave each other space to breathe, it was only temporary.

Her forehead pressed against mine as Angie breathed out roughly. Her hands were atop my shoulders as I still held her back to me.

"Five…five more minutes." She said through breaths. Her position on the floor changed as she climbed onto my lap.

"Five mo-." I tried to verbally agree though I was cut off as my lips were taken again.

…

Five minutes turned into ten, then ten to an hour. From simple pecks to slobbering wet tongues, we kissed as much as we wanted.

So much for being passive, we kissed in ways even me and Livia had yet to do. I should be given an award for how well I restrained myself. We had a whole rest of the day to have fun, advancements in that direction could wait just a while longer.

It's not like I was actively trying to fuck the girl today, wasn't in the plan whatsoever. I wanted to assure her even if she had no doubts to begin with that I wasn't just after her body.

But Jesus, we can't just stick our tongues down each other's throats and expect me not to have some expectations.

Luckily, I could employ one of my 128 boner-hiding methods before we started our trek down a shopping plaza.

We rode Valor here, which was a short ride. Probably for the best, those kisses were turning dangerously heated.

…

I was glad this society was not as technologically advanced as my prior Earth. There were very few long-distance communicational methods. This meant pictures of royals and Nobles weren't being forced into people's memory every three seconds.

What this meant for us, was that no one recognized Angie, at least with the hat blocking a lot of her face, as high a rank as she was. So when we walked hand in hand, proudly and uncaring through those bustling paths, no one made a scene.

People turned and looked, general curiosity-filled gazes questioned our relationship. They analyzed both of our faces, marveling at the visage of Angie before turning to see what such man courted her. They scrutinized my face, perhaps seeing my ordinary appearance as unsatisfactory. That was until they looked down.

Their minds backtracked, and suddenly they were more inclined to believe the reality which faced them. Such was the power of a body sculpted beyond even the gods of my old world.

Such a pattern continued as we continued our trek.

"Hmm, so is shopping the next on the schedule," Angie questioned as she looked over the stores we were passing.

"Partly, though we're mainly here for something else," I said, my eyes locking on one of the establishments, what I considered the best for clothing for both genders.

…

"Okay, I'm coming out," I spoke aloud as I adjusted the buttons on my shirt.

I opened the door to the dressing room and stepped out, reviling myself to the girl who stood right outside.

To pass a little time and try something fun, I took Angie to one of the clothing shops. We picked out outfits for each other and wore them.

Her outfit of choice for me was a full-on suit. Completely business-like. In my opinion, it was actually closer to something a mafia boss would wear.

It was some variation of deep blue colors all throughout, and for some reason, Angie thought it best to throw in a trench coat of a similar color along with it.

She surprised me more when she told me to not put my arms through the sleeves but to just let it hang from my shoulders. Really completed the dark overlord look, but Angie was practically glowing as she looked upon me.

"Well?" I asked, putting my gloved hands out and awaiting her response.

"I love it," She nodded fast enough that I was scared she'd get whiplash as she pranced around me, examining every layer of fabric.

"Then I'll get it, though it's a little too hot to wear as of now," I added looking at myself in a nearby mirror. I looked evil as hell, but it wasn't a bad outfit.

"You have to wear it to dinner one of these days." She pouted, still looking like an excited puppy.

Well, she was the classy type. She would enjoy a fancy night out dressed up.

"Fine, you're turn now," I said, nodding to the clothes she held.

…

"I'm buying it." I nodded as Angie opened the doors and allowed me to see her.

"Noir…" She groaned as she looked down. "I never thought I'd find myself back into one of these."

"You have experience in this?" I asked, doing the same as she did before and circling her.

"It was a requirement when I studied under Her Majesty." She answered as she pinched a layer of fabric of the French maid outfit, "Though this one is a lower quality, the proportions are also wrong." She followed up by pinching at the part that was supposed to cover her breast. Instead of doing that, it revealed a lot of her cleavage.

"Nope, I think the proportions are perfect," I said cryptically.

"You're seriously going to buy this?" She groaned and pouted at me.

"Absolutely, don't worry, you can just wear it when we're alone." I teased half expecting the small blush that appeared on her face as she looked away.

"Yes, Master…" Her words were so quiet that if I didn't have the senses I did, I would have definitely missed it. I stood for a second in shock as she none the wise walked back into the changing room.

You poor girl, you just set yourself up to be bullied.

…

"YOU'RE THE BEST NOIR!" Surprisingly strong arms gripped tightly around my waist as Angie beamed up at me.

We were in the lobby of a theater, specifically one that was performing a certain play. I overheard the girl talking about it not too long ago and here we are.

Getting those tickets was no joke, they sold out almost instantly. I just so happened to have an AI who is good at making issues like that, not an issue.

As we stood off to one corner I observed the other occupants. In the entire crowd, I only saw one other man aside from the occasional demi-human servant. That same man already looked bored out of his mind as he was dragged along by who I assumed to be his wife.

Soon enough the big double doors leading to the actual theater were opened and we were allowed entry.

"You even got balcony seats!" Angie giggled uncontrollably as her pearly whites refused to disappear. "How did you do that."

"Secret," I said cryptically, totally not through unlawful methods. "Come on." I guided her up the stairs, right to where our seats were.

It was a semi-isolated room, just two seats inside, especially built so that the extra rich could distinguish themselves. God, I hoped we weren't being 'distinguished'. I'd like to avoid attention at least for today.

"I'm so excited," Angie whispered as if the play was already in progress.

In response, I took advantage of the closeness of the seats and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into me until she rested against my side.

I wasn't exactly the biggest play fan, so I'd be spending my time enjoying this.

Angie stared up at me for an unusually long time. Her face was lightly blushed but her embarrassment was nonexistent. Her lips stretched into a smile, and for a few seconds, I wondered if something was wrong.

That was before she sat up slowly her face moving closer to my ear. Her pink lips blew a sigh against my ear as she sweetly said to me, "I'm so happy Noir, I love you."

As if that wasn't enough to express herself, she moved to where I could clearly see her. My lips were taken yet again, this time even more sensual than all the others.

Before I knew it, the kiss was over. Angie returned back to facing the stage. Her head rest on my shoulder as she wrapped her arm around mine.

I stood still for a few seconds before I smiled, applying a bit more pressure to her waist to draw her just the tiniest bit closer.

"Ladies and gentlemen…" The play began with some words from the director.

I within a minute already began tuning it out, my attention mostly focused on Angie as she looked on in hardly controlled excitement.

I wonder if it was more my boredom or my infatuation that I looked upon her as I did. I counted the seconds between each closing of her eyelashes, watched as her ruby eyes showed hundreds of expressions as she viewed the showing in front of us.

I forced my attention back onto the play, determined to at least note a few details so as to perpetuate her rambling of the show later.