February 1989
My heart was beating out of my chest as the hostess was walking me and Mickey to our table for dinner. She called us Mr. and Mrs. Hanson, and I honestly didn't mind it. Mickey gave me a funny look, but we were silent as we walked to our table.
Le Tart Tartin is Mickey's favorite restaurant. It's really nice, and I didn't know it existed until she started taking me to it. It's pretty pricy and for a couple of young cops, it's hard to come here often. You know a restaurant is fancy when the silverware is presented on fabric napkins.
The hostess showed us the table and said, "your waiter will be right with you."
Mickey began walking to her chair, but I rushed to beat her to it. I grabbed the back of it and pulled it out for her, with a little sheepish grin.
"Thank you," she said as I pushed her closer to the table. I closed my eyes for just a moment to take a breath before taking my own seat across from her. I felt... nervous.
I grabbed the menu that laid on the white table cloth and began looking at what they offered. My eyes darted to the rose that was placed in the middle of our table with a candle beside it. When I looked up at Mickey, the soft classical music that played in the restaurant faded away. I barely noticed that there was anyone else in the restaurant when I looked at her.
"Are you going to get the Steak Diane again?" I asked. She gets the same thing every time.
She nodded and asked, "what are you getting this time?"
"I'm thinking of getting the fois gras," I said in a goofy accent. I don't think it was as good of a French accent as it was in my head before I said it. I've heard of fois gras before, but I've never had it. If I've heard of it before, it must be good. Even though I'm not completely confident I know what it is.
Mickey chuckled and said, "you know that is liver, right?"
My eyes shot up at her and I asked sarcastically, "why would you tell me that?" I couldn't keep a straight face though. I looked back down at my menu and bit my lips together to keep from smiling.
Our nicely dressed waiter came by with ice waters and said, "good evening, I'm Nathaniel and I'll be taking care of you this evening. Are we ready for drinks?"
I spoke up and said, "I think we are ready to order everything."
"Great. Miss, what would you like?" Nathaniel asked.
"May I have a Steak Diane and a Cola please?" Mickey asked.
Nathaniel said, "I do suggest you pair your Steak Diane with our divine Cabernet Sauvignon."
"I'm fine, thank you," she said.
"As you wish," he said and wrote her order down. Then he turned to me and asked, "and for you, sir?"
"Can I get the fois gras?" I asked while pointing at the menu.
"That's one of my favorites," Nathaniel said, "might I suggest the 1980 Veuve Clicquot Ponsardin Vintage Brut Champagne? It has a very youthful, pale gold colour. It has quite a high, perfumed, estery and exotic nose, with a hint of oxidation and bruised fruit. It pairs superbly with the fois gras."
I tried to follow what Nathaniel was suggesting, but he lost me at "1980." But, I took his word for it. I looked up at him with blind trust and said, "okey-dokey."
"May I have your identification, sir?" Nathaniel asked. I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and quickly found my drivers license. I handed it to him, and he gave it a quick glance before he handed it back to me. Then, he asked for Mickey's. Since I ordered a bottle, as least I think I did, it makes sense.
"I'll get those started for you," Nathaniel said after giving Mickey her drivers license back and he left. The champagne could not come soon enough. I needed some liquid courage.
I saw Mickey take a sip of her water, which prompted me to do the same. I felt a little overwhelmed, and frankly I was scared as hell for this because I think I really fell for her.
Mickey laughed and happily pointed out, "you looked utterly confused when the waiter was sprouting off about that wine."
"It was champagne. And there is no way you understood him any more than me," I teased back.
She chuckled and asked, "how was California?"
I scoffed and said, "the armpit of the universe."
"San Francisco is not that bad."
"Anywhere Russell Buckins is, is the armpit of the universe."
"I've only met the guy once, and I was unimpressed."
"When?" I asked, then it hit me. "Oh, right."
"With Sheila."
"Don't remind me," I chuckled.
"Seriously though, what did you do over there?"
"I was all over the place. It took forever to talk him into coming over to talk to the review board, and then he was trying to break up a wedding with some rich heiress. I wanted to make sure he didn't have any ill-intentions, because I wasn't about to let another life get ruined because of him. He doesn't deserve happiness."
"How gallant of you," she said.
I noticed Nathaniel come our way with our food, along with Mickey's soda and my bottle of champagne. It was placed in a bucket of ice, and he opened the bottle and poured us both our own glasses.
"Enjoy," he said and left us alone with our meals.
Mickey dove right into her dinner, while I observed mine for just a moment. It looked like a meaty block of butter. I was expecting it to be brown, not pale. I gave it a quick sniff before I took my first bite. It was very butter-y, and almost beefy but it was very smooth. Not quite what I was expecting, but it was very good.
Mickey asked, "how's your fois gras?"
She caught me in the middle of a bite so I quickly swallowed it and said, "really good. Want to try it?"
"Sure," Mickey said. She eyed my plate as I cut off a small piece for her. I handed her my fork and she barely hesitated before she took a bite. Mickey is very expressive with her facial expressions, so I was able to instantly tell that she was pleasantly surprised by her raised eyebrows.
"Wow," she said with a nod and she handed me back my fork. "That's very good. Want to try some of my steak?"
I chuckled softly. She has ordered the same thing every time we come here, and she offers me some of it every time. I think it's really sweet. "Sure."
She cut me off a corner piece of her steak and handed me her fork. I took the bite and chewed it with a smile. I handed her back the fork and said, "good choice, as always."
"Thank you," she smiled.
I took my glass of champagne and swirled it around for a moment before I took a sip. I always see people do that, I'm not quite sure what that does though. The flavor bounced around in my mouth like pop-rocks. I really don't know much about alcohol except if I like it or not. This is bubbly and good. I was about to offer some to Mickey but then I stopped myself. She doesn't drink. But, I thought it would be rude if I didn't ask her at all. I asked, "you're not going to want any of this, are you?"
She shook her head with a soft smile. "My Coca-Cola is satisfying me enough."
"This is pretty good," I said and grabbed the bottle just to peer at the label. Probably a good year. "Not even a tongue-dip?"
She snickered, "what the hell is a tongue-dip?"
"You put your tongue in," I said and flicked my tongue in and out of my mouth to demonstrate.
"That's disgusting," she laughed and covered her mouth. I laughed with her and looked down at my plate.
She took the glass that Nathaniel poured for her and did not take my suggestion. Instead, she took a little sip. Her nose scrunched in that cute way it does before she commented, "it's... sour."
"It's wine," I chuckled and took another sip of my own. A little hiccup escaped my throat, which was a little embarrassing. "It's supposed to be sour."
She put the glass down and said, "that's not what I was expecting at all."
"What were you expecting?" I asked. I disappointedly put the silverware down and said, "don't tell me you were thinking of..."
"... apple cider," Mickey answered in a small voice.
"... apple cider," I said at the same time and we laughed. I don't think she knows how funny she is. "Mick, you never fail to make me laugh."
"Sparkling apple cider," she added with a chuckle.
I laughed and shook my head. I felt it in my chest as she looked at me, that I knew we were bound to get together. There is nothing more that I long for than to have her as my own. I think she was made to be mine. I was meant to find her. Where has she been all my life?
We continued to eat our dinner, and I kept trying to find the right time to tell her about how I broke up with Jackie today. I kept trying to force myself to tell her how I felt, but my voice would catch in my throat and my words ran dry. I was afraid of tripping over my words. I noticed that her eyes would catch mine, as if she was expecting me to talk so I would play it off by taking a sip of my drink. This was not going to be a good solution, because I will end up getting smashed before the night is over. I had a couple of glasses, but Mickey and I kept talking which got easier and easier as the night went on as my inhibition decreased. The bubbles are tickling my brain, and making me real happy. We were having such a good time, I might just go and spoil everything by saying something stupid like 'I love you'.
Once dinner was over, I ordered us an upside-down pastry with caramelized apples à la mode to share. I tried to make us stay at the restaurant as long as I could before I had to drive us home. I wasn't drunk, but I didn't want her to feel obligated to drive home on the first date. I know that she's a little sensitive.
After I paid, I helped get Mickey's coat back on and we thanked Nathaniel before we headed back to the valet. My head was light, but I was happy. I don't know why I was so nervous earlier. I've been in a daze ever since the day that we met.
We were walking slow toward the valet and she asked, "remember when you first came to Jump Street and you promised me that you would teach me how to drive a stick?"
I paused for a moment to remember before I said, "yes, I do."
"We only had... what... two lessons?"
"Want to drive back to your place?" I asked. A small hiccup escaped my lips.
She smiled at me, "yes, please."
"Okey-dokey," I said and gave the valet the ticket. The valet soon pulled up in my Mustang and gave me the keys.
I turned to Mickey and dangled the keys in her face. Every time she tried to reach for them, I would pull them out of her way. Multiple times. She was so cute when she was mad.
She snickered, "you are such a dope," and she finally grabbed them. I let her grab them. I laughed and slung my arm around her shoulders and we walked around to the drivers side. I opened the door for her and I walked around to the passengers seat. I was completely fine to drive, but I was excited to see how she would do.
Once I buckled myself in, I asked, "do you remember how to start a stick?"
Mickey didn't answer. Her response was turning on the engine correctly.
"Great," I said and put the car into gear for her. I verbally guided her on how to get the car moving, and we only had a few hiccups along the way. When we got to her parking lot, she was turning into a parking spot and she said, "I think I'm crooked."
"No, you're not," I reassured. I looked out the window so I could see her going between the white lines but I saw her turning the wheel out of the corner of my eye and I laughed, "well, you weren't until you went that way," and I pointed to the right.
Mickey laughed and ended up reversing so she could straighten out the car. She finally parked successfully and handed me the keys. I took them from her and leaned back in the seat. I let air escape my lips and noticed Mickey turn around so she was on her knees and reached in the back seat for something. I turned my head and my nose was inches from her hip. I quickly looked forward so she didn't think I was looking at her ass. It's hard not to.
I got out of my car and waited for her. She came up to me and I began to walk her into her apartment complex. She asked, "do you want to come upstairs? I have tea or coffee..."
"Coffee sounds great," I said. My hands were shaking and I was feeling jittery. My head was light and my knees felt weak. Was I drunk? I didn't feel drunk, but I could be. I don't know. Nervous? Me? Never. Sometimes. Maybe a coffee will sober me up some more before I drive home. My heart was just beating so fast for her.
Mickey took out her keys and opened the door. I didn't even realize that she was carrying her shoes until she tossed them into the corner. She slipped her coat off and put it on a hook, and walked straight into the kitchen. She began fiddling with the coffee maker while I stood in her living room.
She set her purse down on the counter and said to me, "thanks for dinner, Tom. I had a great time."
"I did too," I told her.
I looked over at her and I just couldn't control myself anymore. I walked straight up to her and I put my hands against the wall on either side of her. I was leaning a little too far in, but I wanted to be closer. I said, "I've been meaning to say this all night..."
"Yeah?" She asked. Her dark eyes had no right to be as seductive as they were. She was welcoming.
My eyes darted to her lips as they parted. I couldn't tell if I could hear her heart racing or if it was mine. I never thought I'd have the courage to do this, but it was now or never. I leaned in just a little closer, but right before my lips touched hers I leaned toward her cheekbone. I wanted her consent, because I did not want to kiss her without her wanting to kiss me back. No more surprises.
I needed her to tell me soon though, because I don't know how much longer I could last being so close to her without showing how much she means to me. My love is too strong to hide anymore. I whispered to her, "if you want me to stop, tell me now."
Mickey was silent, which I wish was satisfactory enough. I bought her time by bringing my lips up to the hollow of her temple and whispered, "or now." I used my finger to trace the edge of her sharp collarbone. "Or now." I pulled myself back into her by pressing my lips to her jaw gently and said against her blushing skin, "or now." It wasn't long before my eyes opened partially just to look at her and my lips were by hers. I felt her soft lips brushing against mine as I whispered for the last time, "or now."
I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed my lips up against hers, finally experiencing what my lips have been craving ever since the day I met her. My hand rested against her neck and my thumb grazed her jaw. I didn't want to overwhelm her, so I kissed her softly but she kissed me back roughly. I shuddered and made a pleasurable growl from the back of my throat.
I pulled away just enough to say against her lips, "I'm sorry, I just can't help it... Do you have any idea how many times I imagined being with you? You are stunning, like a sunset, and you are as pleasing as the smell of rain. You're as beautiful as the prettiest poetry ever written, and even Michelangelo would have used you as his muse in a heartbeat."
"You're a better kisser than I imagined," she joked, murmuring into my mouth. She brought her hand up and slid it through my hair slowly. Wow, I really loved that.
I chuckled softly at her comment, and I thought for a moment while I was trying to think of a playful and witty response, but it's hard with bubbles in my brain. Her perfume filled my head.
"Glad to know I didn't disappoint," I tried not to laugh. I brought my free hand up to her back so she wouldn't hit the wall. I was pushing myself into her so hard, I didn't want her to get hurt. I needed her that badly. "If you don't feel the same, then honey, I might be a goddamn fool but I had to tell you what you do to me."
My eyes stayed closed as we continued to kiss with no end in sight. I kissed her until I was dizzy, and even then, I didn't stop. I never wanted this to end. She's crazy for me, I could feel it through her kiss. I felt her body press up against mine, and she wrapped her fingers deeper into my hair. It was getting really hot, so I wiggled my arms so my coat could fall to the floor. My lungs were begging to breathe, so I pulled away for just a moment and I realized that I had my blue sweater on. I quickly pulled that off and grabbed Mickey and pulled her into me. I wanted to make up for lost time. I may have been a little tipsy, but my mind has never been more clear.
I put my hands on Mickey's hips and lifted her up. She responded by wrapping her bare legs around my waist and we deepened the kiss. I trickled my hand up her back and found the zipper to her dress. I slowly pulled it down and let my fingers trace down her spine.
I slowly turned around to try to find a place we could lay down. I knew that the couch was nearby, but I didn't dare open my eyes so I had to guess. As I was walking over there, Mickey's head turned and my lips were planted on her cheek. I was so invested in Mickey, I didn't realize that we knocked over a lamp.
I heard Mickey giggle and I opened my eyes for just a split second before she grabbed my face and put her soft lips on mine. My droopy eyelids fell closed from how much I loved this. My shins hit something hard yet plushy, and I realized it was the edge of the couch. I let my body give out and I let myself fall forward.
Mickey landed on the couch on her back and she looked up at me as I situated myself over her. I admired her body. Her dress slid up slightly, and I could see that her stretch marks made her look like she was caressed by the God Thor himself. He blessed her by bringing lightning to where his fingers touched. It made me feel even more enamored with her. When I gazed into her big beautiful eyes, my head spun like a record. My lips met hers, going between each other. She didn't have to pick her head up for me. This night was about her. Her wish will now and forever be my command.
Mickey's hand went through my hair. I let out a quiet breath and in a low voice, she called me officer. She knows exactly how to get me going. I let her know it. Tingles were traveling through my bones, and she got me dizzy.
"And here I was thinking you were innocent," I told her softly.
"Have to say I was thinking the same about you, Officer," she quipped back, making me smile.
It was a tough decision, but I left Mickey's lips to make a trail of kisses down her smooth neck. I could feel my throat vibrating uncontrollably. Her fingers in my hair were driving me wild. I treated her body like it was a sacred temple. I threw myself at her alter and worshiped her in every way. Now, it's up to her if she'll welcome me inside. I want to love her, every day and every night for the rest of my life.
While my lips were busy, she suddenly asked, "what about Jackie?"
"What about her?" I asked with my lips against her neck. I really did not want to think about my ex-girlfriend at a time like this.
I felt Mickey's hand leave my hair and she pushed me up by my shoulders. My neck was stretching so I could keep myself on her but I had no choice. I looked at her in confusion and she said, "I'm not going to be the other woman, Tom. You know me better than that."
"I broke up with her."
"What? When? Why?" She asked. She tilted her head at me, and I thought it was so gosh-darn cute.
I leaned back to my heels and Mickey was able to sit up enough to look at me. I've known her for years, so I felt comfortable finally telling her how I felt. "I'm not afraid to tell you how I feel anymore. I don't know if it's the champagne talking, but I feel so secure when I'm with you. I've been running around in circles in my mind, but I always came back to you because you take me to the places I'd never find alone. You give my life direction, and you make everthing so clear to me. Every single second I was with her, I was only thinking of you. Can't you see what you do to me? It's undeniable that I'm irresponsibility mad for you."
Mickey's eyes were full of love, and happiness. She said, "and I with you."
I chuckled and looked down at her. God, she is beautiful. I swept some of her hair out of the way so I could see her face better. I said, "there's only one thing in this world that I want."
"What do you want?"
"You. I want you, Mick. Will you go out with me?"
"Yes, of course." Her smile was brighter than the sun.
"I never make promises that I can't keep, but I can promise that I'll always make you happy. But don't forget about Jump Street's rules."
I hated being a stickler, but I'm a cop. That's my job. If I wanted to keep my job, we were going to have to keep our relationship a secret.
"Wow, when I first met you, you never would have broken rules like this," she stated. She moved her hand from my hair to my jaw. She drew circles on my skin gently with her finger. It melted me. Then, she began unbuttoning my collared shirt with her other hand.
"Yeah, but I never had a reason to until I met you. And, I'm really sorry for standing you up at the airport yesterday."
I know I probably should stop mentioning that, because it doesn't exactly set the mood. I couldn't help myself. I still felt terrible.
She smiled back at me warmly. "Don't be. If you didn't, I don't think we would have ever done this."
"And it would be eating at me forever," I said and finally gave in to the temptation of kissing her again possessively. Against her lips, I murmured, "you're so beautiful."
She was tap dancing on a land mine. I felt her grip the fabric of my shirt collar and she pulled me down to her. She slowly laid down on the couch again, and brought me with her. I caught myself by keeping my hands on either side of her body. Our lips danced in harmony, and my tongue lured hers out by softly going back and forth. My hand had a mind of its own as it slipped under her dress secretively. She bit my bottom lip slightly, which resulted in a groan that escaped my throat. She made the world spin around us uncontrollably.
Her warm hands glided on my chest until she got down to my stomach where she kept unbuttoning my shirt. She helped me slip it off my shoulders and we tossed it to the floor so we didn't have to pull apart again. I was blind but I memorized her entire body by tracing my fingers on her warm skin. Her fingers ran back down my chest until I felt her tug at my jeans.
We got to know each other a little more that night. Every decision I've ever made has led me up to this moment. If even one thing in my life was different, I don't think I would have ever met Mickey. I would have felt incomplete for the rest of my life and have no idea what I was missing.
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