Ireland is for Lovers

Chapter 10

My last full day in Ireland was spent exactly how Max and I spent his last full day with me when he came to visit: the entire day in bed, and then out to a nice dinner in the evening.

I woke up before he did, and this time, it was my lips lightly pressing on his shoulder. He turned over to look at me, and first, he says to me, "Mornin', Love," as he kissed me. Then he says to me with a smirk, "You stole my move....."

I giggled and said with a wink, "I know."

Then I said, "I've been thinking about what you said last night.... About moving to Florida, to be with me?"

"And what have you decided, Love?"

"Well, I love the idea, but-- I wanted to offer a counter-proposal: we try the long-distance thing for a year, maybe a year and a half, then we revisit the idea of you moving...."

He thought about it a couple of minutes, then says, "Fair enough. And since you're here now, I'll come to see you for Christmas and your birthday; perhaps we could make a little get-away of it.....?"

"I'd like that," I said as I shifted so I could properly kiss him.

When we broke the kiss, he goes, "So it's settled,then? We're doing this again?"

I nodded as I kissed him again, and this time, I began working my way from his lips, up his jaw, down his neck, and across his chest, essentially ending the conversation.

That evening, we both got really dressed up, and he took me to one of the really nice restaurants in town. Aside from the fact that it was my last night in Ireland, we were also celebrating--- us, getting back together, finding your one great love (I think it's safe to say he's mine. It's kinda funny how life works out, isn't it? If I hadn't done what I did all those years ago, and left town, I might never have met Max, and I wouldn't be sitting across from him now, celebrating our second time around).

After dinner, we took a walk through the neighbourhood (we were in Temple Bar again, so it's not nearly as sketchy a neighbourhood as the place I took Max on his last night in town). We ducked in a pub, and found a quiet table near the back, and had a couple of drinks.

We couldn't really talk much over the band that was playing in the opposite corner, so we just drank and enjoyed the music.

When we had finished our third drink, we paid our tab, and went home (I still need to pack, and I really don't wanna have to do it tomorrow).

When we got home, we both changed, and I immediately started doing laps around the apartment, gathering my things up. Max was stretched out on the bed, quietly watching me, and as soon as everything was packed (minus my shower stuff, of course--that goes in last thing), I joined him.

As we were laying in bed, he asks me, "So, have you had a good time this past couple of weeks?"

"I have. I've wanted to come here--Dublin, that is--for as long as I can remember. Learning about it on TV, or out of a book is one thing, but actually seeing it in person is something else entirely.

And I know I asked you this the other day, but have you had a good time, playing tourist in your own country?"

"Aye. It's like you said, most of the time, I generally don't give most of the sites around here a second thought, but seeing them through your eyes has kinda given me a new appreciation for them....."

"Well, I'm glad I could help," I said with a laugh.

It was about then that he shifted so he could kiss me-- along my jaw, down my neck, across my collar bones.... fireworks going off in my stomach, and my skin getting warmer as he went. I don't think either of us are getting much sleep tonight......