Defining Moments

ROMANTIC NIGHTS
The times that I spent with Danielle were filled with Romance, randomness and adventure. In the truest sense Danielle had turned me out, a sexual awakening to my womanhood. It was like Tandem Jumping out of an airplane with the adrenaline pumping. You receive a high. Together we explored one another in every sense of the matter on all levels of our bodies, friendship and relationship. It was a bond of deep rooted connection.

We met on her days off. Our schedules were so crazy due to the hours that we worked. I’d call or text Danielle my schedule every Monday and she would tell me hers. We had our time at least one to two days a week. During the week we always called one another or texted. Danielle saw our time together as precious. In the third week of the relationship, I gave Danielle a copy my apartment key. When Danielle worked on my side of town she would visit me during her lunch hour which happened a lot.

One morning I woke Danielle for work. Danielle had a difficult time waking up to her alarm clock. I agreed to help her by calling her every morning which became a ritual to us. She always told me

“I love you waking me and wish I was next to you.”

“Me too” I said.

“When you go to bed this morning, be naked so on my lunch hour I can come for desert,” Danielle requests.

It was twelve noon as I slept peacefully when suddenly I feel something in my bed. Suddenly Danielle jumps on top of me, kissing me. It was an intense hour of sex, and love. Danielle is getting dressed when she sits next to me on the bed.

“I love you and love that you are naked waiting for me.”

“I’m yours,” I respond.

“We are each other’s soul mate,” Danielle responds.

I remember one morning we were together and she had received a call from work and had to leave. She was annoyed and pissed that she had to go. Danielle is getting dressed. We are standing next to my bedroom window when she places her hand on my heart.

“Do you feel that?” She asks.

“Yes your hand on my heart,” I respond.

Danielle smiles, caressing my face softly.

“I love you, and will always be here for you. I want you to know this, feel this and believe this,” she states strongly.

I look her intensely.

“I know that you love me,” I said.

“I’m your family now, and my family is your family. We will, I will always protect you, and adore you,” Danielle states as she kisses me and leaves going to work.

Danielle was soft spoken in her words to me. She always knew how to look into my eyes, and smile.

For our third month anniversary, I bought Danielle a pure turquoise necklace with a poem that I had written to her. Danielle’s eyes beamed with excitement over the necklace. I had worked 80 hours that week to purchase the gift. We lay down on my floor, with a candle lit and began talking about life, relationships and us.

“In my past, my exes always saw me as ugly, cheated on me and left,” Danielle whispers with sadness in her voice.

“I’m not like that,” I respond.

“No you’re not. You’re special, loving and kind,” she responds as she looks off to the side. I caress her face so she knew I was there for her.

She looks back at me,

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” she asks.

“You loved me!” I said.

Danielle smiles,

“You’re easy to love, to touch, to hold, to be your wife is a gift.”

“I know the feeling because of my evil family that abused me,” as I sighed with a touch of sadness.

“I’ll never hurt you. You’re mine.”

Danielle kisses me as we become intimate with each other. Two hours pass with our intimate adventure on the floor as Danielle showed me sexual positions for a stronger orgasm. I’m thirsty from our adventure on the floor. I walk into the kitchen drinking diet coke. Danielle joins me in the kitchen. She seems concerned.

“I don’t want you drinking soda because it’s bad for your health.”

I look at her thinking okay. Danielle holds my face looking into my eyes.

“Promise me that you will stop drinking soda”

I promised Daniel that I would never drink soda again. She kisses me as she throws my soda out. She turns to me once more in the kitchen.

“Remember, I will know if you drink soda because we feel each other.

You are making a promise to me, your wife and soul mate. Soul mates never break their promises to one another.” Danielle stated. I agree to the promise.

There was a particular day in October that I was having a hard day at work. Customers were rude and my night servers were being drama queens. I am in the kitchen cooking when my server, Lena bursts into the kitchen.

“Boss Lady, you need to get out of the kitchen.”

I scoff at her,

“Why?”

Lena points to the dining room straight ahead.

“Just look out the galley Boss Lady. Damn she’s Boss Lady. Good job.”

Danielle is sitting in booth 22 which was right in front of the galley where you could see into the kitchen. I smile seeing my lady there. She was dressed all in black. Her hair was down. She always knew I loved seeing her hair down. Lena took over cooking as I left the kitchen to join Danielle.

I sit down smiling.

“What’s wrong, honey?” I ask.

“Work was difficult and everything always falls on me as the team captain,” Danielle replies. Danielle was a team captain for a prominent catering company in San Antonio, Texas.

“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters,” I say.

Danielle reaches with her left hand, grabbing my hand. She squeezes my hand.

“All that I could think of was you, being next to you, breathing you, touching you. You are what helped me make it through this day. When I got off I had to come to you.”

Lena prepares a meal for Danielle as I ask the servers to get Danielle an un-sweet tea. Ten minutes later, Lena brings her meal as she is eating. It was a Tilapia with white rice. Danielle loved white rice. We began talking about work.

“What food don’t you like? I want to make you dinner sometime,” Danielle asks.

“I’m not picky. Just don’t serve me escargot or white rice,” I commented. Danielle has a puzzled look on her face then realizes the rice had to do with my past.

“What did they do to you?”

“My mother forced me to eat maggots as child. She said I was a bastard child she hated and couldn’t stand the sight of me,” I said.

Danielle puts her fork down.

“Honey! Your mother was wrong. You’re not a bastard. I have you now and I love you,” Danielle remarks.

Danielle finishes her meal while I pay for the ticket plus tip to the server when Jack comes up to me. Jack is one of my primary servers on Graveyard. He is a guy that one does not want to mess with. He stands six feet and 300 pounds, well built with a beard. He is a bouncer at his second job. Jack was chosen for our graveyard shift because of the problems that we have been having with the drunks. Danielle and I are standing next to booth 22.

“So Kat, this your lady?”

“Pardon him please, he is very direct,” I say.

“I like that. Yes, I’m her girlfriend,” Danielle says as she shakes Jack’s hand.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Jack says standing there like he was holding a booth up.

“Kat has told me that you help keep her safe here with the rowdy people,”

“Yes, Kat is always right and I keep an eye on her,”

Danielle looks at me then walks up to Jack.

“Make me a promise, Jack,” Danielle demands.

Jack and I look at one another as to the nature of this request.

“Okay,” Jack responds hesitantly.

“I need to know that you’ll protect her. I want Kat coming home to me every night. I don’t want a phone call that she’s been hurt. She’s the love of my life. I’ll hold you personally liable if something happens to her and I don’t think you want to deal with me,” Danielle states staring into Jacks eyes.

Jack doesn’t know what to think of Danielle’s question slash threat. He backs up a step,

“You truly love her? You won’t leave her?” Jack asks.

At this point, I am feeling awkward. There are two people going back and forth over my love and safety.

“Yes, I love Kat. I’ll never hurt her. I wished for her,” Danielle answers.

Jack raises his head.

“Done, I’ll protect Kat with my life and as a spiritual brother, I will protect her on all levels physically and spiritually,” Jack states.

Danielle and Jack hug one another.

“Good,”

Danielle and I walk outside the restaurant. She smiles at me in a way that I knew I was safe. Her conversation with Jack was unexpected. She pushes to the left of the restaurant to walk that way. We walk to the left of the restaurant on the side.

“Is there any cameras here? Much traffic?” Danielle asks.

“No camera and no traffic by this side of the restaurant. Why?” I ask.

Danielle leans against the wall, grabbing me by my vest and shirt, pulling me into her. She begins kissing me on the neck. We kiss passionately. She rolls me over as my back is now against the wall. She begins to caress my breasts.

“You’re so naughty,”

“Yes and I like being on top of you,” Daniel responds kissing me on my neck as she begins to work her way down my shirt.

“You were so romantic inside with Jack,”

She continues as she works her way back up my neck, whispering into my ear,

“You’re mine and I want nothing happening to you.”

Suddenly, she opens the upper part of my shirt and proceeds to kiss me so hard that she leaves a bruise, a mark on my chest. It turns me on even further. She lets go after a few minutes, smiling,

“Something to remember me by until we are together again. And every time we are together, I’ll give you this.”

I smile looking down,

“Your mark, you’re branding me. I love it,” I said.

Danielle’s mark became another staple in our relationship. Every time after this night she would leave a mark. It was a private sexual thing between us. I would know that I was hers. The mark couldn't be seen by public as she always left it under my shirt.

Danielle and I French kiss for a while then start laughing like school girls. The intoxication of being naughty at my work place was exciting and thrilling. I have never done that before while I was on the clock let alone outside where we could be discovered publicly. An adventure that sparked an even deeper love. Danielle drove home as I returned back to my job inside. I beamed and bounced as a new kid that just received a toy.