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iranda Finnegan steps into the café nervously looking around, was he there? She passes a man, suspicious smile on his face and she stops. Could that be him? She raise tbe question in her mind. She turns with a questioning look on her face and smiles asking, "Nathan? Nathan Paul?" The smile on his face widens, "Yes, Miranda, It is I," he stands and moves to hug her. "Wow, this is so strange, she laughs, I just knew some how, maybe by the grin on your face, that it was you, after all, people don't always look like a carbon copy of their photographs," she laughs. Well, he says, You were the only one who was looking around as if you were looking for someone so I suspected it was you, he laughs, but I was going to wait and see if you could pick me out of all the men here," he chuckles. "I had faith in your deductive abilities, you're a smart lady you know," he smiles and winks. Miranda blushes and laughs. "Why, Thank You Nathan," she smiles. "No Problem, he smiles, Facts, I'm just stating the facts," he says. "May I get you a coffee," he asks? "Oh I'll get it," she smiles and rushes to say feeling awkward having a man pay for her indulgent whims after having just relearned to support the expenses of her now sparse indulgences as well as her day to day necessities. "No I insist. This day is on me, he continues on. And as if not even wiling to accept any arguments from her, he rushes to add, "Very well then one coffee or rather a cappuccino instead?" He queries chuckling. "Even better," she smiles relaxing a little. First meetings are always so tense she thinks to herself, but this one was looking like it would be one well worth all of the nerves involved and more. She chooses a table for two and takes a seat, looking around while she awaits his return.
Returning shortly, Nathan hands Miranda her cappuccino and sits opposite her. "Sooo, he exhales a relaxing breath, I can't believe it took us four years to decide to finally meet," he smiles. "Really," she states emphatically, it was about time we did, eh," she grins shyly. "Oh without a doubt," he snuggles back into his seat, a look of calm self-assuredness settling into his posture. "So, do I look anything like you thought I would," she asks? "Well if you mean do you look anything like the picture you sent, then yes, Miranda, You are just as beautiful, even more so," he smiles. She looks down at her cappuccino and blushes, then moves them back up to meet his. I wasn't fishing for a compliment, but Thank You, she smiles. When her eyes met his she felt a slight feeling of butterflies start in the base of her stomach. "And you as handsome and gentlemanly as I had expected you to be, she smiles, and her lips quivered noticeably. Upon seeing her nervousness return, Nathan reaches across the table and holds his hand out for her to take. Miranda slowly slips her hand in his, and feeling the warm calm of his strong hand close over hers, she lets out a slow relaxing breath. "Thank You Nathan," she smiles, shooting glances down at their hands. No words transpires this time, he just brushes his thumb over the top of her hand and smiles warmly. But it did not end there; he continues to hold her hand as they talk. After awhile, he looks at his watch saying, "Man I'm starving, why don't we go find us some lunch," he asks? "Perfect, she smiles, I'm starving too," she says as her stomach growls and they laugh.
Nathan walks Miranda to his car and opens the door, "My lady, Your Carriage awaits, he smiles ushering her in, bending to grace her cheek with a brief kiss. Nathan wasn't sure how she would react to his forward approach but he felt that kissing her cheek was an opportunity he was not going to miss, so he took his changes and did as his whims instructed him to do. Miranda looks up into Nathan's eyes surprise showing for an instant then a soft sweet smile lights her face. "What was that for," she asks. "Oh I don't know he looks up, for being you he smiles, just for being you, he nods and smiles. He closes the door and moves around the car calmly to slide in beside her. "So being as I am not from here, where would you suggest we eat?" He asks her. She had not thought that the decision would rest on her when she accepted, it had never even occurred to her where she where they should eat. All Miranda knew was that anywhere that she went with him would be just fine with her. "Oh let me see, she stammers, what kind of food are you hungry for," she asks him. "How about a good sandwich place," he smiles. Great, I know this little place just down the street, she carries on, rambling nervously talking all about the little delicatessen and searching for the words that would somehow calm her nerves. Nathan just chuckles lowly to himself realizing that his kiss did more to unnerve her than he had expected it to. As they drove and Miranda directed him to the establishment, he listens intently to her noticing how the silk tones seem to flowing from her lips so naturally. The more he was with her the more he found himself wanting to stay and never leave her side. The mere acknowledgement of the feelings he held inside of him for her gave him a warm glow inside. Arriving he stops the car and parks. He turns to her and smiles, Ready to go introduce me to this place that you speak of so fondly," he smiles? "You bet she," says gingerly and starts to open her door. Nathan lovingly places his hand on her arm stopping her, the mere touch of his skin meeting with hers making him quiver inside. He wants nothing more than to just take her in his arms and kiss her with such tender passionate, but he knew they had to eat and now was not the right time to let his feelings be known. "Wait that is my honor Miranda," he says as he slips from the car and walks around to open the door for her. Nathan takes her hand in his and they proceed inside. It was a simple action, and one that seems quite natural for him to do, but the feelings that began to run through them both when their hands met and locked was inexplicable. Miranda had become a more pleasant distraction for him than he had ever imagined she would, than she even could.
Nathan chose a small out of the way little table for two and seats Miranda then rounds the table to seat him self. Away from their original meeting place now, Miranda squirms in her seat, why am I so nervous? She asks herself. In the brief moment before the waiter approaches she looks away taking the opportunity to survey her surroundings subconsciously. Jas gazes at her and notices her apparent unease and quietly asks her, "Are you not comfortable being here with me for some reason Miranda?" At the sound of his voice, she startles jumping quickly back from her minds wonderings and blushes. "I am sorry Nathan, I am not uncomfortable at all. Well ok maybe a little nervous. I just never thought we would ever meet let alone share a meal, she smiles." Nathan just settles back in his chair and smiles knowingly as the waiter walks up asking what they would like to drink and handing them a menu. As the waiter starts to hand Miranda her menu she puts her hand up to stop him. "I know your menu VERY well, she smiles, We will have the 'Special', divide it in half if you would and Chips to go with it as well." I will have a cola to drink," she glances at Nathan for him to place his drink order, "I will have the same I think, he says." As the waiter walks away, Nathan surveys the establishment. It was small, quaint and dimly lit with a cozy hometown feeling to it. Miranda reads his thoughts and adds to his survey, "Not the classiest of places, but the best of lunchtime foods to be had," she smiles. He chuckles lightly saying, "Well never could anyone say you are a pretentious woman," darting his eyes to indicate the room, "But I rather like it Miranda, excellent choice." The two of them talk head to head as they eat laughing and sharing ideas and stories of their lives. Then when they had eaten their fill, Nathan smiles warmly and reaches across the table, palms up asking her by silent action alone to place her hands in his. Miranda slides her hands forward, palms to the table, until her fingers meet his and she lifts her index finger and brushes his. In the next moment Nathan tenderly slides his hands under hers closing his thumbs around the backs of her hands, softness in his eyes. The action alone stopped the breath from her for a moment then shakily she breathes out and smiles softly back at him. His thumbs caressed her small hands that lay dwarfed in his rather large, strong hands. As she studies his actions she moves her eyes to his face, where she reads a most wonderful tenderness as he watches this thumbs brush gently over her hands and he takes in a deep breath. Nathan looks up at Miranda, he could feel the slight trembling in her hands and as his eyes meet hers, he smiles. "Let's go walk along the boardwalk Miranda," he suggests. "A perfect idea," she adds. He turns raising one hand to catch the waiter's attentions, but the waiter had already read his patrons well because he slides the bill on the table and says "Thank You very much, please come again." Miranda reaches for the bill and Nathan stops her. In a do not argue tone of voice he says, "Oh no Miranda, this one is on me." But as she was starting to protest the waiter was already taking his payment. Nathan stands keeping her hand in his and they walk to his car. Along the way they detour from various place to place as Miranda shows him her favorite landmarks in the city. As they pull into the boardwalk's parking area the sun was just starting to set. Nathan gets out of the car and opens the door for her, this time closing it and placing her hand in the crook of his arm. As they walk the cool evening breeze brushes across their face and Miranda shivers from the late winter chill and hair flowing softly from her face she snuggles in closer to him. He felt a sense of protectiveness run through him at that instance and takes her hand in his and circles his arm around her shoulders. When they reach the Gazebo of the walkway Nathan stops and moves to stand in front of her. He is riveted in awe at the way the glow of the setting sun bathing her ivory complexion, gilds her golden tresses as they danced in the wind. It was a magical moment for them both as he slowly bends his head, holding her eyes with his, hesitating just inches from her lips. Miranda close her eyes and they breech the distance between their mouths. Nathan kisses her softly at first then answering one another's urgency they deepen the kiss as he brings her snuggly into his arms. As they breathlessly draw back he marvels at the passionate glaze of her eyes suspecting that she was seeing much the same in his. He felt the culmination of four long years of meaningful feelings all rushing into one. Then he tore his stare from hers and looks out over the water at the miraculous backdrop the sunset was painting for them.
Words were not needed at this moment, yet before he knew it, from his lips came the words he had wanted to say for so long, marry me Miranda, let me be by your side and take care of you for the rest of our lives. Tears weld up in her eyes as the words of astonishment and elation stuck in her throat. She was overwhelmed with the deep feelings of love she had held at bay all of those agonizing years. Nathan looks into her eyes raising one eyebrow in question waiting for her answer. Her eyelashes flutter as a tear runs down her cheek and she just shakes her head yes as the laughter of release takes her over and she utters her acceptance of his proposal. He hugs her tightly in his own moment of relief. I want to make passionate love to you my precious Schotzie, My Miranda, he smiles, please say you will. She loved the way that he had referred to her by the German term for Sweetheart. It had come to be sort of a secret endearment only to be shared between them. She narrows her eyes in playful passion and giggles. Oh Yes. And they head for the car. As they slide into the car he reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out a small box. "I rode around everywhere for the past six months with this in here just waiting for this moment, he says smiling in remembrance continuing on, and now that moment is here," he opens the box and takes the engagement ring from it. "You Miss Miranda Finnegan are off of the market," he grins as he takes her hand and slips the ring on her finger watching as the beautiful representation of his promise slowly slides to rest on her dainty finger glistening as brightly as his love for her. "I'd like to say my place or yours, Nathan says jokingly, but being as my place is another hour away," he trails off. "Mine will have to do," she finishes with a giggle and a smile. He turns the key to the engine and they head for her place.
The car draws to a stop in Miranda's garage and Nathan turns to her pulling her to him for a deep kiss. "Are you nervous my Lovely wife to be?" "He asks with a smile. Just a little," Miranda blushes in reply, "but somehow I know it will be alright." He smiles softly to her then kisses her more deeply this time. Brushing the lime of her cheek softly with his thumb resting his fingers lightly on her neck he looks deeply into her eyes as he whispers to her, "How could it not be my Schotzie? How could it not? This has always been our destiny my Love." With this he kisses her once again, then pulling himself from her he shakes head laughing softly and explains, "Positively Intoxicating. Better than any of the finest of wines," he ends smiling. "I do however think we should move this inside though. Don't you?" he chuckles lowly. Miranda giggles, " That we must lest we give the neighbors a free show," she blushes. She could not believe that thought had materialized and left her lips, but it felt so natural to share her every thought with him no matter what it was. "Then let us go inside," he smiles, knowing she had caught the dual meaning of the statement he had just made. "Our destiny awaits us," he says intensely. Feeling the waves of the deep emotions and meaning of the words just spoken wash over him, Nathan and Miranda scurry from the car and head inside.
Inside, Nathan stops Miranda in the hallway and she turns to him, a questioning expression on her face, he places his hands on her shoulders and walks up closer looking deeply into her eyes. "Now I can kiss you like I have wanted to all day," he says in a husky tone, eyes lidded from passion and desire as he bends slowly and presses his lips softly to hers. Just a soft kiss at first then he moves back for a second then rushes back to kiss her more firmly, more passionately whispering her name between kisses. Then on his third decent on her lips his tongue parts her lips urgently and their tongues dance, flittering and intertwining with each other's as if they had been thirsting forever and indeed they had been. Their hunger for one another seems insatiable and when he pulls her to him he finally slides his hand to her neck brushing it gently with his thumb as if she was a fragile piece of rare china. He opens his eyes to watch her reaction as his hand slides down to her breast cupping it and massaging it. Miranda's breath caught in her throat then let out shakily, but it was from desire rather than nervousness. A squeak escapes her and she moans her head falling back, eyes closing as she revels in the feeling of his determined lips nibbling their way down her neck. She was tingling from Head to Foot and she never wanted it to end. With her next moan, Nathan sweeps her up in his arms and carries her from the hallway in to the living room and stops long enough to ask her to guide him to the bedroom.
Nathan carries her in and seats her on the bed. Looking down at her he reaches forward and raises her face and looks at her so tenderly that tears of powerful emotion spill from her eyes and trickle down her cheek slowly. He lifts a finger to catch one and rubs it over his lips. His eyes close as erotic feelings take him over the edge of restraint. He purses his lips then licks them. Miranda could do nothing but sit there, trembling more and more with his every touch. Her hungering need for his presses her to move to touch him herself. She releases the buttons of his shirt from their bindings and pushes it his shirt aside as her soft hands moves across his skin shaking and trembling over his fit, firm torso. They come to rest on his sides and she pulls her head in to kiss his abdomen tenderly her breaths coming in small pants as she licks kisses all over his midsection. The desire building she bites his stomach softly then pulls him down to the bed with her.
His hands found the hem of her sweater and he lifts it from her slender body and lets it slide down the opposite side of the bed, as he lay there perched on one arm surveying his prize. The sight of Miranda's voluptuous body flush with desire for him causes Nathan to reach out to slip one strap of her blue satin bra off of her shoulder then the other, then as if hypnotized, he runs his finger lightly along the top of her bra causing her to quiver. Electrical surges run through her body with each of his seductive touches to her flesh. She watches his face marveling at the intense fascination with which he lavishes his affections upon her. Nathan wasn't missing an inch of her full, protruding bosom. He scoops a finger under the edge of the top of her bra and flicks it urging it to race over her pert nipple and down the rounded mounds of her alabaster breast. He runs the palm of his hand over the top of her nipple barely touching it. Miranda squirms in response the extremely sensitive peaks shot chills through her hot body and down to her stirring womanhood, further soaking her panties with warm wetness. Her chest heaves as she tries to steady her breathing but it feels so intensely erotic that her attempt was in vain. She stretches like a cat waking up from a perfectly scrumtous sleep, eyes slitting and asking for more. Now she realizes that she knows what it means to purr for she was. Nathan was awakening in her all of the heavenly feeling that in the past she had only heard and dreamed of experiencing firsthand. Miranda arches her back and slides her hand behind her back to unclasp her catch on her bra freeing both breasts. Free now, he tears the bra from her body and bends to let his mouth deliver their attentions to her breasts then down her abdomen. She stretches with the sensual feelings that ooze through her from deep within the center of her causing her juices to start flowing. She heaves a sigh ending it with a whimper of strong desire. She had known from all of her years of merely chatting with him that this moment would be divine, but that it would be this heavenly she never could have dreamed.
Unable to contain her passion, Miranda raises and eases Nathan over. She looks at him with a wickedly delicious smile and says, "Now Mister Wayne, it is my turn to lovingly torture your wonderful body with my passions," she grins and she slides her tongue down his chest stopping from time to time to lick tiny nibbles that end in sucking wet kisses. Her naughty playfulness is serious and soft all at the same time and it makes him quiver as chills of sensual ecstasy race through him. He was going to enjoy experiencing this from the woman who was normally to the eyes of the everyday world; shy and tender yet still could manage to possess an underlying strength of character. Miranda looks up at him from underneath her long full lashes smiling seductively as she continues her kisses down his torso to his pelvic area until she reaches the hairline that surrounds his manhood. She softly flicks her tongue out grazing it ever so softly along the line of shrouding hair then down his hipbone to his thigh. Moving in to his inner thigh she kisses him and slowly slides herself up between his legs and takes his manhood in one hand and slowly starts to stroke. Momentarily she stops her stroking his steal rod to run her tongue over the swollen vein that protrudes on the underside of his physical, manly expression of yearning desire for her. She moves her way to the tip of his tower and kisses it, rises up a short distance and opening her mouth, devours him hungrily and whimpers then moans in deeply erotic satisfaction. Miranda strokes him in and out of her mouth then sliding him to the back, touching the opening to her throat she suckles him flicking her tongue over and around his thick member. Nathan's moans of pleasure grow louder and deeper to the point of becoming a low urgent sensual growl. His last modicum of strength leaves him when she wraps her fingers close around his gorged jewels and massages them as she strokes. He lets out a cry of restrained passion as he sits up and taking her arms pulls her to him. He burns his lips to hers in a flair of ultimate hunger and he falls back carrying her down with him. He pants hard as she slides her body down his pushing him deeply into her wet womanhood. Her haven of wild pleasures surrounding him soaking him in her juices, promising to flood him in her sea of inevitable passion. Miranda sits up on him and moves, riding him hard and with purpose. She too could stand it no longer; they realize that they are racing for the explosion that would express the four long years of delayed passion they had pent up until now. Nathan flips her under him, and delivers one last urgent thrust as he arches his back turning his head to the heavens begging for the mercy of release. He lets out a vibrating, thunderous roar that causes her to answer his call with her own shrill scream. As they both explode in the dizzying flurry of their ultimate release, bathing one another in their essence. Nathan collapses over her body, the two of them pant in exhaustion. He rolls off of her to lie by her side as they allow their breathing to slow and settle into the satiation of their burning passions allowing it to give way to their sweet tender feelings of love for one another. Miranda sighs deeply, almost purring. She turns to place her arm over him hugging him to her, a smile on her face expressing the wondrous feelings she holds for him. She moves up to tenderly kiss his lips and holds his eyes with her own, studying his face lovingly.
Moved deeply by the infinite well of loving tenderness that she is exuding from the depths of her soul. Nathan thoughtfully expresses his own tender feelings toward Miranda as he says to her, "I love you my Schotzie, he says smiling, and you are everything I have ever dreamed you would be and more. Even though life holds no guarantees for happiness, I will risk everything I have and am just happy to spend my life with you by my side for better or for worse," he finishes. Miranda retorts with love in her eyes, "As will I Nathan, as will I," she nods in agreement. "Tomorrow, he interjects we shall make it known that you and your son and I and my daughter, shall finally become a family as we were meant to be," he smiles sleepily. Exhausted and happy they drift into a soft contented sleep in one another's arms.
