Anthony/Eva - Goodnight
Without patience, Anthony decided to start the party by opening up the bottle of Jack Daniels. The front door had not been opened yet by the time he swallowed one-fourth of the total substance. But suddenly, the door did open, and there stood the beautiful nurse.
Tony’s eyes locked on to her thighs as they were rather revealing. He then moved up her body, making sure to stay tuned to her figure. Soon enough he reached her eyes, finally making eye-contact. By that time he was a little bit drunk - or a similar sensation.
”Well well. There you are, Anthony Teixeira.”
Anthony smiled at her tone, thinking of a way to respond and not sound like a complete idiot. Despite their two year relationship, Tony had those times where he made himself a target of his own stupidity. So once he figured out what to say, he went right ahead and blurted out.
“Yea…….sorry I’m late Doc. Hope this makes up for my tardiness” he started, shaking the bottle in his hand as he got closer to her. He then wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. “This too” he finished as his lips came in contact with hers. He then forced his entry as he lifted her off her feet. He laughed silently, having a hard time finding the doorknob to close the door.
Eva watched Tony’s eyes, as they weren’t exactly pointed at her face when she first looked at him. She tilted her head to the side, waiting and chuckling to herself a bit until his face finally took in hers. She grinned a bit wider then, giving a little wave as if to say Yes, my face is up here. She crossed her arms loosely while he explained showing up almost an hour after her text by waving a bottle of Jack, moving her arms to come together behind his neck when he pulled her close and kissed her. She closed her eyes briefly to kiss him back, letting out a muffled noise when he lifted her up and tried walking inside while closing the door. Laughing, Eva adjusted herself to wrap her legs around his waist, and used her foot to slam the door closed.
”You’re already drunk, aren’t you?” she asked, holding onto him by squeezing his waist lightly with her knees and her hands resting on his shoulders. Her eyes looked into his with an expression like a mix of a scolding mother’s and a friend who wanted to join in.
“Uhhh…….just a little” Tony joked, though it wasn’t completely humor. There was some truth in his statement, but with his laughter following it, it made it cute some would say.
As he neared the sofa, he let of of the bottle, allowing it to crash - unharmed - against the carpet. He took the luxury to place both his hands on her ass. He felt her body heat all over him, knowing what she wanted by the look in her eyes. Luckily, he was in the mood for the same thing - if ya know what I mean. As he got closer to the sofa, he did a one-eighty degree turn and threw his back against the leather seating, having Eva land on top of him as he went down. He breathed on her neck as he reached in for a soft kiss, his fingers swaying gently through her spine. He then paused to take off his vest, throwing it to the side - a symbol of the difference in commitment between family and gang. Though the gang was considered family, there was a boundary between that and what was happening now.
A few hours later......
Without having to think of his next saying, Tony looked at Eva’s hand and intertwined it with his own. He brought her hand towards his lips and kissed the top of it. “You….” he started, followed by another kiss. “...are…” another kiss. “....Beautiful” he finished, emphasizing the ‘B’. The man then started to scoot upward towards the pillows on the bed, using his elbows to maneuver his way there. He used his finger to indicate his hot nurse to join him, and she did. Soon enough, he had his arm around her shoulders and was making sure he didn’t miss any of his kisses, taking advantage of her closeness. As he played with her hair, he started to stare at the ceiling above. “You know……”
“Last time I came over, I left you a little sumthin’ in this drawer over here” he said, turning towards her night table. Some people would say Tony based his decisions and actions on instinct, but they would be wrong. The biker rolled over in order to open the small drawer and pulled out a black square box. But before showing her - keeping the box hidden behind his back as he returned to face her - he needed something. “I’ve got something here for you, but I need you to answer something first. Well, I know this probably isn’t what you had in mind, but……..whatever. Hahah.”
He paused for a second to breathe. Then he revealed to her the box - which most women would know exactly what it was. “I wanted to do it over dinner, but hey, I just couldn’t help myself, you were too hot. Haha. Anyhow….” he opened the box, inside, a ring. “We’ve been with each other for a while now, so I hope I ain’t messin’ it up here. Sexy redhead nurse Eva Hardin……...will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
Eva smirked as Tony intertwined his hand with hers, watching him with happy eyes while he kissed her skin and expressed once more just how beautiful she was to him. She tilted her head back, seeing Tony upside down as he scooted up towards the pillows until he motioned for her to come to him. She held a devious look once more, though she had a hard time helping it around him. Her thoughts often drifted off to various roads when she was with him, many of them making her smirk.
She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to him before falling to his side and resting her head on his shoulder comfortably. She kissed him, softly, slowly, multiple times as his arm held her close to him. She nuzzled into him a bit when he pulled back, closing her eyes for the moment while he looked at the ceiling, enjoying these moments with him more than any others in her memories.
Eva opened her eyes when he spoke again, looking at him curiously when he said he left something for her. “You know I never look in that drawer,” she frowned, half pouting as if she’d missed something grand. She laid her head down on the pillow as he rolled to retrieve whatever it was. When he rolled back and didn’t hand it to her right away though, she lifted up on her elbow, trying to peek behind him. “Why are you hiding it? Gimme,” she said, trying to reach over him and smiling a bit, though he kept it out of her reach. She finally gave in and flopped back down onto her side, blowing a piece of hair from her face and watching Tony.
When Tony did show her the box, she didn’t get it at first. She knew it was jewelry, but it wasn’t clicking. She started to reach out for it when he said he’d wanted to do it over dinner. For some reason, that made the light bulb turn on and she froze. Her eyes went a bit wide, lips parting, and she felt her cheeks go numb and kind of fuzzy. He was still speaking and she was watching him still, taking everything in though it was getting harder to breathe, like her lungs didn’t want to inhale. Will you do the honor of marrying me?
She forced herself to swallow looking mesmerized as she stared at the engagement ring. “Yes… of course I will Tony,” she breathed, looking shocked. But as the ring went on her finger, the realization of what it meant weighted her mind like the jewelry did to her finger. She smiled wider than he’d probably ever seen, and wrapped her arms around him tightly, squeezing him hard. She held onto him before laughing and pulling back, reaching her head up and thumping him lightly on the forehead. “You kept my engagement in my night stand? You idiot,” she smirked, moving her hands to the sides of his face and pulling him to her so she could kiss him deeply. After the long, intimate kiss, she pulled back as if another realization hit her. “And you propose to me naked on my bed at what, 2 in the morning?” she said, gasping in mock shame before winking at him and grinning. She scooted back to him and cuddled into his chest, mind going 90 miles an hour. “What the hell am I supposed to tell my mom when she asked how you proposed huh jackass?” she said, still unable to wipe the grin from her lips and she mumbled against his skin. The happiness that was moving about inside of her was uncontainable, filling her up like it would never go away.
When she said she would marry him, Tony couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. It was like a huge burden was stripped from atop his shoulders. There was also that look of happiness written all over Eva’s face. He loved making her happy, he strived to do so. There were times in their relationship that he didn’t do so, having the exact opposite effect with her, but the two always pulled through. It was obvious to him that if he wanted to make it work, he would have to pay more attention to her than before.
But suddenly, those thoughts faded as she started to interrogate him. Even still it was sometimes difficult for him to realize she was being sarcastic. But again, when he saw that grin in her face, he could read her like a book. And when the kiss came, one just knew she was the one. He had not made a mistake, but was blessed with his successful decision. He took her by the hand, looking at the ring as she ranted sarcasm after sarcasm. He laughed at everything she was saying. “Just tell your momma that…….well……..Just tell her how juicy our night went….Hahahaha” he started laughing, unable to finish. “The old woman needs some excitement” he laughed again. “Now come on, give me another kiss. A kiss goodnight, cuz I’m tired” he stated, snoring fakely, acting like he already fell asleep.
Eva moved her hand from his and hit the back of his head lightly, looking up at him with narrowed eyes. Ah, but that grin that wouldn’t go away gave it up. “I am NOT telling my mom that!” she laughed, leaning towards him and kissing him sweetly, making a satisfying kiss noise when she parted her lips from his. “You think you’re tired. I coulda wore you out more if I wanted,” she teased, closing her eyes, though she opened them for one more peek at the ring on her finger. She sighed contentedly, cuddling up to him again and thinking in her mind how they were engaged now. He was her fiance. She was his fiancee. They were going to get married. It was almost hard to wrap her mind around it after so long of just being his girlfriend, but she loved it. And loved him. “Goodnight Tony,” she whispered, a lot of emotions swirling in the soft tone she used with him and the gentle way she laid her hands against him.
Trying to match the same emotion in her words, Tony spoke. “Night E, love you.”