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A Second Chance (Agnores x Candira)

Sophie held onto Evan loosely as he picked her up and carried her off. She really hadn't been expecting him to do so, but she wasn't about to complain. Hell, women dreamed of being carried around by a guy like Evan. Who was she to turn her nose up at such a kind, envy-inducing pleasure? No one, that's who. She stayed on the bed after he set her down and sat up when he left. She ran her fingers through her slightly curly brown hair and looked around her. The room wasn't too bad, but it was a little messy. She really only needed the bed.

She slipped out of her shoes and started to undo the smaller parts of her dress. When he cam back, she smiled. "Thanks. Bathroom?" she asked, standing slowly. She held up the shirt as if to say, "Because I need to change."

When he'd pointed her in the right direction, she changed, ran her fingers through her hair a few times and then came back to the room, her dress and bra hanging over her arm. She found a chair and hung her things over the side. "Thanks, Evan. I appreciate it."
 
Evan pointed her to the bathroom and straightened some things up while she was changing. When she appeared wearing his shirt and what he assumed to be nothing under it, he knew he was in over his head with this whole 'stay friends' thing. Still, he tried to keep his cool, stepping over and hugging her tight. "No problem, Sophie. Anytime." For a moment he stood there awkwardly, part of him wanting to stay and be more than friends and other part wanting to get out of here before he messed something up.

After a few moments, he smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. "Sleep well, Sophie. I'l be in the other room if you need me." With that, he made his exit, shutting the door behind him. Damn her for being so beautiful. Damn him for being so attracted. He shook his head and marched over to his room.
 
Sophie hadn't really expected the hug. She liked it and returned it, but she hadn't really expected it. It was nice to be in his arms again. He was a sweet guy, and he smelled nice. It felt good to hug him back. It felt right and normal. Hugs were friendly, right? When he pulled away, she looked up at him, not really sure what he was thinking. She could tell something was on his mind, though. She could practically see the cogs in motion.

But all he did was kiss her hand--very gentlemanly of him--and told her to sleep well. She smiled and returned his salutations. When he was gone she felt cold and lonely, and before she could read too much into that, she slipped into bed and closed her eyes. Of course, she kept thinking back to the way he'd carried her, kissed her hand, obviously held something back. How could she possibly stay just friends with that? It had been so awkward because they were holding back--trying to be friends when they had never really been just friends.

These were the thoughts she'd fallen asleep with and spent all night dreaming about.
 
Evan hadn't really slept all that well. He was too riled up and felt too weird doing something about with Sophie right across the hall. So now he was yawning widely in his shower, wondering how much longer she was gonna stay here. He didn't want her to leave, per se, but he was getting kind of tired of all this toeing a line of staying friends business. He wasn't sure if she was awake or not, but he was going to get breakfast underway. He wasn't a big breakfast eater, but he knew how to cook it and he was sure she would appreciate it.

So he showered and then entered his kitchen as he normall would: a pair of shorts and nothing else. He had lost some of his tone from his college life but not much; he had convinced a lot of the other chefs to join him in a racquetball game. Now they played three times a week. With the bacon sizzling and the eggs on their way, he couldn't help but smile and hum a tune.

He never once considered that he should have probably put more close on. Force of habit is a dangerous thing.
 
Sophie slept in for the first time in a long time. She slept right through Evan's shower and woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. That was a pleasant notion. She smiled and stood up feeling well rested, still just wearing his shirt. She headed into the bathroom to wash her face, not really worrying about the fact that she was without the rest of her clothes--he was in the kitchen, so she had time.

In the bathroom, she was slammed with the scent of his body wash and other various products. He smelled so nice all the time, it was a little difficult to ignore now. But she could appreciate his scent without jumping his bones. Rather than focus on the very nice way Evan smelled, Sophie took a look at herself in the mirror. The curls in her hair were mostly gone so she pulled it back and washed the rest of the light layer of make up from her face. Pleased with her appearance, she went back to the spare room and made the bed to be polite. She took off the shirt, put on her bra and then slipped back into her dress. She folded the shirt and set it on top of the bed before heading out to his living room, padding into his kitchen with her shoes in hand.

"Hey there." She smiled and set down her shoes, then looked up and caught sight of him without a shirt. Oh who the hell was she kidding? They couldn't just be friends after all they'd been through. There was just no way. Too much history, too much attraction, too much want. So rather than leave anything to chance, she strolled up to him, made sure he wasn't handling anything hot or that could burn and kissed him full on the lips, not bothering to say a word.
 
Evan had barely turned around before he found himself in a kiss with Sophie. He was surprised at first, but it didn't last long; Evan kissed her back, hard, forgetting all that mumbo jumbo about being friends. He wrapped his arms around her (but not before shutting off the stove), squeezing her a little. After a few seconds he broke the kiss, looking down at her with a light smile.

"What happened to just being friends?" he asked.
 
Yes...It felt just as good now as it had so long ago to kiss him. And he had not gotten rusty over the years. It was as though nothing had changed over the years. And he seemed to want to kiss her just as much as she had wanted him. She sighed softly into the kiss, giving a bit in his arms and holding him close. The fact that he hadn't pulled away and didn't take very long at all to respond told her he was on board. When he broke the kiss, she looked up at him and smiled softly.

"Too much pressure. It's better to just let things happen, I think. Unless you'd rather go back to being just friends."
 
"Thank God," Evan said, and kissed her again.

Her squeezed her to him, aware he was still in nothing but shorts. Still, he didn't let him bother him much as he kissed Sophie hard, almost like he was trying to make up for all the lost time. After a small time he broke the kiss again to pick Sophie up and carry her to the couch, where when he sat down he sat her in his lap and kissed her again. He could do this all day, he decided; he had missed it so much and his memories had not over exaggerated the feelings.
 
Evan had not gotten rusty in their time apart. In fact, she would venture to say that he'd gotten a little bit better. She hadn't romanticized their time together, and so the idea that she'd been missing out on that all along really made her want to make up for it. He seemed to have the same idea. She kissed him back, leaning into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. Still so good. When he broke the kiss, she let him pick her up and carry her to the couch, kissing him again. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and explored a bit, enjoying his arms around her.
 
Evan played with Sophie's tongue when it found its way into his mouth, letting his arms wrap around her. He drew little nothings with his fingers into her back, idle actions while he focused primarily on kissing the dark-haired beauty in his lap. His mind went immediately to the night they had hooked up in college, and he wondered how far this would go; he became more excited, kissing her harder, his hands beginning to rub her back and gently glide up and down her spine.
 
His hands still felt amazing--strong, warm, gentle all at once. She moaned softly as he focused on her mouth. She let him touch her wherever he wanted, happily wrapping around him. Her body pressed against his as she played with his tongue and rubbed his bare shoulders, loving the way they felt. God she had missed this.
 
Evan was surprised by how into this Sophie had gotten; part of him had believed only he had missed this. The way she was rubbing his shoulder was driving him crazy, and he leaned forward into her hands. He brought one hand up and to her breast, cupping and squeezing it, massaging it over the cloth. His other hand remained on her back, massaging up and down her spine. Her body was pressed into his, his hand squished happily between both their bodies; and for once in a really long time, Evan was truly happy.
 
She smiled when he leaned into her hands. The traveled up and down his biceps and back to his shoulders before her fingers found their way to his hair to play. When his hand reached her chest she blushed and moaned softly. One of her hands slid down his neck and over his chest, putting both of their hands between their bodies, but it felt so nice that she didn't mind. After so long it felt so good and so right to be with him again. He was, after all, the one who'd gotten away. Actually he'd basically run away, but she hadn't helped matters any.

That was for another time, though. She was busy making out with him, and all that business about breaking up was far, far from her mind. What mattered now was that they were both happy and finally able to act. The pressure was gone.
 
Evan broke the kiss, his hand massaging her breast harder as a result. His other hand pressed Sophie closer to him as he leaned down and placed light, little kisses on her neck. He kissed up and down her neck, looking for her pulse; once he found it, he lightly bit and then sucked at it. He wasn't sure how far this would go, but he wouldn't back down until she told him to; he had waited and wished for this moment for far too long.
 
When Evan broke the kiss, Sophie opened her eyes to look at him again. She got a glimpse of his handsome face before it was buried in her neck, kissing up and down until he found her pulse. She moaned softly at his attentions, finding it impossible to resist him when he did this. Her breathing became deeper, quicker as he gave her affection and she returned it, slowly running her hand down his chest to his stomach and then back up his bare sides. Her free hand came back to his shoulder, searching for those spots that used to make him want her even more.

She wasn't sure it was a good idea to go too much further with Evan, but resisting him at this point was pretty much futile. As of right now, she was going to keep going until she felt like it would be a mistake to go further so soon. They didn't have to be just friends, but that didn't mean they had to have sex right away. Of course, it didn't meant that they couldn't have sex right away either. Yep--just do what feels right."
 
As Evan sucked on her pulse, a vague thought appeared that was counter to how he had felt just moments before. He was nearing a point of no return, that was something he understood; suddenly he didn't want to cross it right now. Not that he didn't want to have sex with Sophie, far from that, he didn't just want to sleep with her now. It was too soon, and they had just broken the idea of staying just friends. What would it say about them if they went all the way? Evan pulled away and smiled up at Sophie, a little red.

"This made my morning," he said with a smile. "How about I go to finish breakfast, though, and we can finish this later?" At least in this way, it would be her decision.
 
When he sucked her her pulse it was all she could do to hold back her moans. Her breath was coming deeper now, her body wrapping around his. But it didn't last much longer. Soon he was breaking the spell of his lips and hands. Her head was rapidly clearing, though she was still in a bit of a warm, happy daze when he said she'd made his morning.

She smiled at him, finding the redness in his face all too charming. His offer to finish cooking breakfast reminded her that she was pretty hungry despite having just been riled up. He had said they could finish later. After all, why rush things? She was a little disappointed, not to mention reluctant to leave such a comfortable place in his lap. She gave him another kiss, nipping his lower lip before she pulled away. "Alright, then. I should probably get home soon anyway."
 
Evan frowned a little, nodding. "Yeah, I guess so." He gently shifted her over to the couch, slipping up and into the kitchen to finish the half cooked breakfast he had started earlier. He was all ready regretting breaking away like he had, realizing he wasn't quite sure he would get another chance. She had obviously enjoyed herself, but he wasn't sure that would be enough to bring her back to go all the way.

Wait, why was that all he was thinking about?

Of course he wanted to actually date Sophie. She had been a very interesting person in college, and he was sure she was the same way now. But as it was, he mind was in the gutter and all he could think of was her amazing body and how much he wanted to ravage it. He decided to focus on finishing breakfast, making Sophie and himself a plate of toast, bacon, sausage, and some eggs, bringing the plate to her when it was done.

"Here ya go!"
 
Sophie pulled herself together after he got up and went back to the kitchen. She smiled and waited on the couch, knowing there wasn't much she could do even if she wanted to. Breakfast was the kind of meal that didn't really require a lot of help. And it seemed like Evan had wanted to do something for her, so why not let him? It seemed like breakfast was ready in no time, so she took the plate with a smile and watched him.

"Thanks." She wasn't much of a breakfast eater, normally, but she was pretty hungry at the moment. So she dug into the plate that looked as good as it smelled. Everything was delicious.
 
He sat down beside her and smiled, digging in. Wow. Even after sitting there for a while, it was still good. As he ate, he glanced over to Sophie. "So, what does this make us? Are we just friends with benefits, actually boyfriend/girlfriend, or what?" He was legitimately curious. He really was hoping for the boyfriend/girlfriend thing, as he wanted the chance to prove himself. He messed it up last time, and he didn't want to mess it up this time. He wouldn't, he swore.
 
Once she finished her breakfast she set the plate aside and watched him for a moment, considering his question. What were they? Being friends with benefits left things too open for her taste. Boyfriend/girlfriend seemed like kind of a jump from where they'd been, but it was the more appealing option. And there really wasn't a middle ground at this point.

"Well, I think I would be upset if you were seeing other people. So I think we should be boyfriend and girlfriend."
 
Evan smiled wide, and nodded. "Sounds good to me. I'd be pretty upset too if you were seeing someone else. So I'll be your boyfriend," he smiled wide at the thought, happy. "I won't mess it up this time," he mentioned, nodding. He sat his plate over to the side, smiling up at Sophie. "So, I think maybe we should go on an actual date again. Maybe make it a nice one. Or we could go back to where he had our first 'date' and check out that pizza place." Evan nodded.

"Up to you. We can do that or make out again. Or both, really. I'm pretty open."
 
He was clearly very happy to have her as a girlfriend. She smiled, glad to know that he had wanted her to himself. He'd wanted a commitment, not to take things slow. Which was good, because it didn't seem to be in either of them to take it slow. And he wanted a real date again, and that thought made her smile.

"Alright. Let's go on a date." She smiled and kissed his lips softly. "Then we'll make out again." With that, Sophie got up and straightened herself out, getting ready to leave. "But I should be going. Why don't you call me tonight? We'll figure it out then." She smiled and then picked up their plates and took them to the kitchen, rinsing them and leaving them in the sink for the time being.

"I'll talk to you tonight." With that, she turned to leave.
 
He kissed her back, following after her a little when she pulled away. He was only a little disappointed at her answer, part of him wanting to make out more right now, but he knew she had the right of it. Even if they weren't going slow per se, that didn't mean they should run full speed. He watched as she stood up, and nodded. "Will do. For sure." He followed her into the kitchen, shaking his head. "You didn't have to do that," he said, coming behind her to finish washing up the plates.

As he went to leave he came around and smiled at her, hugging her and then kissing her one last time. "Yeah, sounds good. Be careful, beautiful."
 
She hadn't minded rinsing the plates and told him as much, kissing his cheek. When she was at the door, he kissed her and hugged her again. She kissed him back, hugging him one more time and smiled. "I will. See you later." And then she was gone.

When Sophie came home the first thing she did was do a little dance. She was wearing a ridiculous smile as she checked her messages and as she stripped out of her clothes for a shower. Thinking about Evan became something that was impossible to avoid, especially in the shower. She took an extra long one that morning, spending extra time under the warm water.

When she was all made up for the day, she ran some errands, stopped by work to check on the new materials and then came home. The entire day, she was excited to get the phone call that would mean Evan wanted to take her out.
 
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