Dinner with John (rp to the navy dude)

[simplebutterfly]

She looked at herself in the mirror. flipped her hair back and walked out. She was wearing killer heels and a little black dress. It was a fancy place, but not all that fancy that you had to have reservations. She smacked her lips together a few times and then entered the place. They seated her after she told them she was waiting for a man named

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[mc_urgayle]

John shut down the computer and called Pyro to tell him he wouldn't be meeting the other instructors at the roadhouse. Max naturally teased him roughly about hitting some new pootang. He might outrank Pyro, but that didn't matter off duty, they'd been best friends since surviving selections together themselves when they came through the program 14 years before.

A quick shower and shave and he headed out the door. He walked into the restaurant 10 minutes early and told the hostess he was meeting someone. One slow look up and down and the woman asked him if he was Navy. When he told her he was, she showed him to a table where Butterfly was sitting.

She looked even younger than her picture and John suddenly felt a little like a dirty old man. He smiled down into a pair of bottomless eyes. "Butterfly?"

[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly looked up and then stood. She did look young, but really, she was of legal age. At least he could hope right? He never bothered asking. He could very well be seeing a underage girl this evening. "John" She held her hand out, she didn't seem very confident in how she looked that evening. but she put on a smile as she looked at him.

[mc_urgayle]

John smiled as he took her hand shook it and then held her chair for her. Settling across from her after he'd pushed in her chair, he grinned sheepishly. "You know it occurs to me now that maybe I should have asked you how old you are, darlin'."

[simplebutterfly]

She laughed and leaned back in her seat. "Old enough to legally drink beer and smoke cigarrettes. " She smiled at him. "I'm twenty something John"

[mc_urgayle]

John sat at the bar contemplating the brief little hug from Butterfly. He had a feeling that was the equivalent of a full contact, jump in his lap bear hug for her. He smiled to himself, could be his little Butterfly was starting to trust him despite herself.

[simplebutterfly]

Butterfly walked out after walking with Pete and then grabbed John's hand. "You owe me one more dance before we go Johnny Boy..."

[mc_urgayle]

John was startled out of his reverie by Butterfly grabbing his hand, he had known she was there of course, he used to sensing his environment at all times, but the hand clasped over his was a huge surprise. He felt like a kid who had won first prize at a raffle for the hottest new bicycle as he followed her out onto what passed for a dance floor at Pete's. "You gonna kill me with another fast one, darlin'?" He grinned as he handed her the money for the jukebox, not caring what she played as long as she touched his hand and smiled up at him that way once in a while.

[simplebutterfly]

She smirked and popped the money in and pressed something. A actual slow song came on. Well then. She rested her hands on his shoulders and smirked. "Surprise."

[mc_urgayle]

"Navy training and self discipline. Any man or woman can learn to think with their brains instead of their hormones." John nodded, turning off the jeep and pulling his leather jacket out of the back. "Here, in case you get cold."

[simplebutterfly]

She shook her head at the jacket. "I don't need a jacket to warm me up. Body heat works better."

[mc_urgayle]

He swallowed again, damn, Butterfly was determined to test him to the limit. "Whatever you want, darlin'."

[simplebutterfly]

She noted the swallow. "You know...arms wrapped around each other...all that fun stuff?" She smirked and then looked completely innocent.