Out of Her Comfort Zone(16)

But she could only do this once. She grabbed his shoulder and hauled him up to standing, or rather tottering. He had another three inches on her, but he immediately dropped to one knee. He clasped his hands at his heart. Her ruby rode on his pinky finger.

“Marry this idiot?”

She smiled and shook her head. The look flashed in his eyes again. “I don’t marry idiots. Great guys who ride through mistakes with me, I do.”

“So?”

“So, I do.” She shouted it out. It felt good. It felt so, so right.

Still on his knee, he wrapped his arms around her. She hauled him up, stood on tip-toe and took his mouth, all man-like, right there on the sidewalk.

The traffic light had cycled through a couple of times already, and now the cars two blocks down were honking. “Time to close the show?”

“Only when you’re sure.” He wiggled his bunny tail.

“I couldn’t be more sure. Let’s go”

Over the general din and the beat-box, they heard a shout, “See you at Folsom Street next week!”

Elliot’s eyes lit up. “We could march in the parade.”

Emily laughed. From shy girl to part of the biggest fetish parade in the city in one leap? “Baby steps, big boy. Let’s go watch the parade first. Get us some ideas for next year.”

She held her sweater up and he turned to put his hands through the sleeves. “Not too much coverage,” he said, grinning as he turned back to her. “You’re better.”

He held out his arms and she walked into his embrace. Her sweater felt soft around her, but her man smelled sweeter.

“Get me out of here,” he said. “I think my cock is numb.”

They ran to the garage together, laughing.