Bad plan.

17

     We stayed there, against the car till long after the sun had set and the stars had come out. Karl had his arms wrapped around me, the warmth of his body pressed against my back, I never wanted this moment to end.
    "Hungry?" He asked softly in my ear, I nodded as I sighed. "Come on."
    Karl grabbed my hand and led me up to the Timberline Lodge, nervously I glanced over at him, was this really happening? He pulled the door open for me, smiling down at me. I bit my bottom lip, and shook my head at him.
     "Gotta ask, how long did it take you to plan this out?" I look at him as we entered the restaurant portion of the lodge.
     "Spur of the moment, believe it or not." He responded as we took a seat.
     "Wow, I'm impressed." I grinned over at him.
     "And why's that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at me.
     "Cause your idea to get my sister and Tom together was to lock them in a room together." I giggled as he shook his head at me.
     "I can have some pretty good ideas from time to time." He stated, pulling the menu up to his face.
      "Like?" I asked, looking down at mine.
       "Like neither of us have to film tomorrow and I may have reserved two rooms, one for each us up here for the night." He responded casually not bothering to lower his menu from his face.
      "You didn't." I breathed, feeling excited to get away from everything with this man, even if it was just for the night.
      "I sure did, Kid." He lowered the menu, smirking over at me.
       "Alright, I'll give you that one old man." I quipped back.
       "Hey now, just remember you're the one on a  date with this old man." He jested.
      "You're right, isn't it past your bed time?" I giggled, feeling more at ease. The thing I loved, was our witty banter.
       "I could say the same thing... kid."
     The waiter came over and took our order, leaving us with a bottle of wine and an empty room.
     "So how long do you think it will take for everyone to realize we aren't coming back tonight?" I asked him crossing my arms on the table.  He took a deep breath, looking at his imaginary watch on his wrist.
     "Well, considering Tom was taking your sister out tonight, your sister should be just getting home." He stated with a smile, leaning back in his chair. "Chris will still be grumbling cause his rental is missing, not that he goes anywhere."
    "So it's safe to assume that shortly people will be wondering when we are coming back." I shook my head, my eyes connecting with his again. Seriously, someone pinch me. "How are things going with my sister and Tom anyway? I've been kinda of recluse around her."
    "From the way he sounds, things are great, hopefully we won't see him running around with I heart Ros shirt on though." I honestly tried to contain my laughter but it bubbled over anyway.
    "Oh dear god, I hope not. If so can we throw him in the Willamette River?" I laughed, wiping the moister from my eyes.
    "Yes, and I'll help." He chuckled. "You weren't there for the Taylor thing, I was."
    "That's right, you were in Ragnarok." I sighed, finally reeling myself back in.
    "Yep." He said, accentuating the p in the word.
    "I think that's the only movie I've seen you in where your accent was natural." I said, looking down as the waiter dropped off our food leaving us.
    "I think it's one of the few." He said, our conversation flowed effortlessly. It was like the bar, the misunderstanding, the tension on set was gone, feeling like I had the first day I met him at the cast party.
    Karl told me about his home in New Zealand, and I was enthralled by it all. I mean if this is a dream, please for the love of all that is holy, no one wake me up. We talked and drank, and talked some more. By the end of the night I was quite tipsy to say then least.
    Okay, I have a drink once in a while. I mean, sure, I knew when the waiter set the bottle down in front of us I knew I was in for trouble. However that didn't stop me from trying to keep up with the man. Out of all the things I have learned in my many years of curiosity it was, other countries start drinking at an earlier age and their booze is way stronger then ours.
     So in hind sight I should of known better then to try and keep up with Mr. Smooth as Whiskey. But I tried, I was just past a hair on the warm and fuzzy side, leaning more towards the I really should keep my mouth shut side.
     "Did I ever tell you how attractive you are?" I asked as we left the table, he placed his arm over my shoulders walking me towards the desk.
     "Light weight." He chuckled, shaking his head.
     "No, I am not." I scoffed, well faked it. "I'm well aware of how much I can drink."
      "Oh really?" He asked, raising his eyebrow at me again.
     "Yeah, I should of stopped two glasses ago." I giggled.
     "Two rooms under the name Karl Urban." He told the lady at the desk, she turned to her computer, clicking away. "I know you should of."
    "I mean, it could be a lot worse, I could be telling you embarrassing stuff. But I'm not, I'm just fighting with gravity, and the words that are tumbling out of my mouth." I responded, shrugging at him.
    "Like what kind of stuff could you tell me?" He asked softly, god those eyes of his.
     "Like how when I was eleven I got my head stuck in the metal banister on our front porch. We lived on a very busy road and I had to wait till my dad got home to get unstuck." I replied without thinking. Karl busted up, looking at me his mouth slightly a jar. "Or when I was ten I got my head stuck in the passenger side window of my parents mini van."
      "Kid, can I ask how and why you got your head stuck on not one but two separate occasions?" He asked as we walked down the hall.
     "Well, when I was ten I stuck my head out the window while my parents were in the store, Rosalyn was at a friends house, and I accidentally pushed down on the roll thingy that rolled the window up and down. Next thing I knew I couldn't get my head out and the level was just out of my reach. The other time I wanted to see if my head fit. Newsflash it did, but my ears kept me from getting my head back out." I explained as we stopped just outside our doors.
     "Renee, do I have to keep a close eye on making sure you don't put your head some where where it shouldn't be?" He laughed, taking a step into me.
     "No, now the task is keeping my mouth shut." I grinned up at him, knowing I would regret every word I just told him.
    "Think I can help with that." He murmured as his lips met mine. I swear his lips were sinful as they moved against mine, reminding me that this wasn't a dream. He broke the kiss, leaning his head against mine. "Night, Kid."
     "Good night, Old man."