Marina Comfort and Love Oneshot

Date night P2

When we step out of the car it's lightly raining. The smell of Carina and the wet asphalt calms my senses. She opens our umbrella and extends her hand for me to come under it. I join her, loving the proximity.

"It's just a few places down," She says as we walk. I nod my head and take my hand in hers, swinging it back and forth.

We arrive and I let go of her hand so that she can close the umbrella. I quickly step forward to open the door for her. She smiles at me, and steps inside.

"Hi there, reservation for the Morrison's" I say to the hostess.

"Yes, we have a reservation for two at 8pm. Welcome. Come follow me to your table" she replies.

I took in the surroundings while following the waitress. The atmosphere was dark, with small lights on each table casting a warm glow. We made it to our booth, a dark leather semi-circle with a round table. Perfect that we didn't have to sit across from each other. I wanted to be as close to her as possible.

She scouched in and I sat right beside her so that our legs were touching. She placed her hand palm up on the table, and I interlocked my fingers with hers. She looked into my eyes, while slowly lifting hers and my hand up, kissing the top of it. I could feel my cheeks heating up, she still made me flustered to this day. I couldn't help myself from scanning over her body in the warm lighting. Her hooped earrings glinted, hiding behind her hair. And her eyes, so dark and stormy, looking at me with such desire and softness. Every day, I would find something about her that I loved and had never thought of before. Recently, I love her wrinkles at the corner of her eyes when she laughed.

My scanning of my stunning wife, was put on pause by the arrival of our waiter. He placed down two menus, told us the specials, and then said he would give us time to think it over. One of the best parts about being married to someone with such good taste, is that Carina knows what to get at each place we go to. I can sit back, let her order things for us, and know that it's always going to be good.

Carina leaned into me, "I was thinking of getting the steak and then the shrimp linguini and a bottle red. Sound good?"

"Ugh, yes very much so. Everything you order is good. I don't know how you do it," I confessed

She looked me up and down and leant in even closer. Her foot dragged slowly up my shin.

"I just know what I like," she whispered into my ear. I gulped the saliva pooling in my mouth. Jesus christ, this woman gives me chills. I placed my hand on her top thigh of her crossed legs. Trying to stabilize myself. It seemed like my hand had other ideas. It started to slowly slide up her thigh and stopped just at her groin. Carina's breath hitched, clearly a bit shocked, but none the less enjoying my boldness. She quickly turned my chin to face towards her and kissed my deeply, pulling away after a time that felt too short.

"Don't start what you can't finish," she teased. Oh, I had every intention to, just later in bed, with nothing on.

"Honey, I think we will both be finishing, many times I might add," I cracked a smirk

"With you in those pants, I almost did then and there".

"Ha, Ha. Very funny. I guess I have good ass-ets" I laughed at my own joke.

"Mayayn no. Not funny. You're not allowed to make dad jokes, especially after what you said. Dad joke penalty box for you," She frowned, clearly upset and remembering our fight.

I immediately sobered up, "Yes, that was too soon. I'm sorry, I'm so disappointed in myself from what happened. It was a joke, but I didn't even think about your reaction to it. Carina I'm so sorry,"