urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrs_bree_v_d_k It`s all about keeping up appearences... mrs_bree_v_d_k 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:mrs_bree_v_d_k:8915 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z "I´ve got you under my skin" By Frank Sinatra Title: First date<br />Spoilers: Listening to the rain on the roof<br />Disclaimer: abc<br />Rated: PG<br /><br />Summary: Bree´s and Orson´s first date. <br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a>Bree Van De Kamp closed the front door behind her, then turned around to the man next to her. <br />Orson Hodge was as soaked as she was but still it had been the most perfect date imaginable, including the most romantic first kiss she could have hoped for, a kiss in the pouring rain. <br />“I need to put your clothes through the dryer, you´ll catch a cold in them- you can wear one of Rex´s old robes in the meantime- if you don´t mind” She added, a bit unsure what his reaction to that offer would be. <br />To her enormous relief Orson just smiled and nodded and she led the way up into her bedroom and took a robe that had belonged to her former husband out of the dresser, glad that she had decided to keep them. <br />She watched Orson walk over into the bathroom and waited until he had shut the door before she began to undress herself. <br />She put on a pair of slacks and a green cashmere sweater and had just begun to blow dry her hair when Orson returned into the room, his wet clothes folded over his arm. <br />“I didn´t know your hair was so curly” He stated, stepping over to her. <br />“Well, that´s what it looks like if I don´t straighten it.” <br />She put the hair dryer away and got up, then took his clothes from him. <br />“I´ll put them into the dryer then, do you want a cup of tea or coffee or anything else?” <br />“Tea would be great- and it´s very nice of you to dry my clothes, it wouldn´t have been very comfortable to drive home in them.” <br />“And it would have meant you´d have left straight away.” <br />Bree felt herself blushing as soon as the words had left her mouth and Orson smiled tenderly at her. <br />He leaned in and Bree closed her eyes when his lips covered her´s again, very gently this time- she was rapidly falling in love with him and it felt wonderful. <br />When they broke apart, Orson´s hand remained lying on the base of her neck a moment longer than necessary, then he reluctantly let go of her and Bree led the way downstairs. <br />Orson sat down at the kitchen table while Bree put his trousers and skirt into the dryer, then walked over to the kitchen counter and began making tea. <br />She felt Orson´s eyes following every movement when she took a plate out of the cupboard and filled it with cookies and blushed, the plain way of showing her his affection confused and excited her all at once. <br />She put cups and the teapot down on the table and then the plate with cookies before sitting down on a chair next to her date. <br />“That was a lovely lunch.” <br />Orson nodded, reaching for her hand and gently brushing his thumb over her skin. <br />“Yes, it was- you were lovely.” <br />“Orson…” She felt the blush in her cheeks deepen and hastily busied herself with pouring tea. “Well, it´s true. You´re impossible beautiful- and you´re smart and easy to talk to and I´m the luckiest man on earth to have had the chance to take you out.” <br />Bree looked up, lost for words. <br />Showing her that he was attracted to her was one thing but saying it out loud like this was something else. <br />“You were welcome to.” <br />His hand found her´s again as he asked “So can I assume we´ll do this again?” <br />Bree heart began to beat a bit faster, she had been waiting to hear the question ever since they had gotten back to her house. <br />“Yes, of course.” <br />Her voice was barely more than a whisper, she was so afraid to make the wrong decision by opening up to yet another man instead of holding him on a healthy arm´s lengths and try and sort out that horrible mess her life had become alone but he made her feel so good… <br />Orson lifted her hands up to his lips, gently kissing her fingertips, one after another, his gaze never leaving her´s. <br />The spell was broken by the buzzing of the dryer and Bree gently withdrew her hand from Orson´s. <br />“I´ll go and get your clothes out.”