waverlywindsor | Ready Or Not, Here I Come [for Mark Kosik]

As promised, Waverly called Mark prior to boarding her plane to NYC, verifying that he would be there to pick her up. Once more she gave him her flight information, the airline and the terminal. She also told him to meet her at baggage claim since airport security made it impossible to meet people at the arrival gate these days. To ease her list of dos and don’ts into something more affable and sweet, Waverly also promised the man that if he could spot her before she found him, she’d give him that kiss he kept asking after.

The flight was relatively short, only a couple of hours and part of that was simply because they needed to navigate around a weather system, and by the time they were preparing to land, Waverly was feeling a little anxious. Being on pins and needles, fidgeting and fighting the urge to dig her nails into her armrests had nothing to do with the plane’s decent into Laguardia’s runway field—even if it was a little turbulent. No, she was nervous about meeting Mark in person.

Would he be as charming as he seemed online and over the phone? Would she still feel that personality click? Would he find her attractive? That last made her laugh quietly to herself. If the man found her winsome with her hair a tumbled mess and while wearing a baggy sweater and jeans that are more comfortable than fashionable, she might actually have to fall in love. She smirked then, the dancer taking her wardrobe choice into consideration for the first time. If he liked what he saw when she got off the plane, she was sure to blow his mind when he got a look at her all dolled up for an evening out. Travel wear seemed to suddenly have more than one purpose.

Waverly eventually disembarked and made her way through the airport she was passing familiar with, heading in the right direction and looking assured while she did it. Baggage. Not that she had much more than her carry-on with her but there was a garment bag and a small wheeled-suitcase that she needed to fetch. Of course, there was also a cop she needed to spot before she ended up having to kiss him right there for the first time. In public.

Now where would he be…?

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She was wilting a bit and Mark took a short cut through an alley, slowing to avoid hitting anything that would jar the car or cause damage. He merged into the street at the other end, going down two blocks before using the same tactic again. As much as he was enjoying his time with Waverly, perhaps she would have the opportunity to have that bath before sharpening her fangs to attend her other engagement.

He tensed a little, slowing even further as homeless man raised a fist, realized it was a cop car then hurriedly moved behind a dumpster and out of the way. More than identifying the car had cowed the man, Mark's stare was enough to make the man dive for cover. Stopping at the mouth of the alley, he had to wait a couple of seconds to merge into traffic again, a cab driver trying to dart past but not quite making it. It was just a few more blocks until they reached the hotel and Mark was disappointed that in less than an hour Rick would be sitting where Waverly sat, and Lee in the back seat absorbing their conversation like the third wheel that he was.

Waverly's idea of a bath and room service was abruptly appealing enough to physically hurt.

When the car came to a slow and then stopped in front of the hotel, Waverly opened her eyes and smiled. "Home sweet home." At least for the week. She also turned in her seat after releasing her safety belt, "If you do decide to call, I'm listed under Josephine Greg. That's the J in my name."

She didn't bother to tell him why the false name, she had her reasons for not wanting to be easily tracked down or bothered and the name was one she frequently used when privacy was desired. She normally kept it to herself but she didn't want him to try reaching her only to be told that she wasn't staying at the hotel. "And I think you might have to open the back door because the bell hop is looking a little scared of the cop car."

Possibly because the bubble was still sitting on the dash.

"A pseudonym. I like it. Very classy." Mark got out of the car and moved around the truck to the back door behind the passenger side. First he opened Waverly's door and then motioned to the bell hop. When he reached Mark, Mark handed him the carry on case to shoulder first. "You take good care of this little lady. If I hear you even so much as set a foot wrong, I'll be back to pay you a visit. Understand?"

The bell hop nervously vowed that he comprehended perfectly as Mark loaded him with everything but Waverly's purse. That he handed to her, dismissing the bell hop by turning his back to the man. Mark leaned down and kissed Waverly's left cheek.

"Have a good bath, and tear the other dancers to shreds." The finger tips of his left hand pushed a bit of her hair back, indulging just for a split second before he pulled his hand away. "I'll call you tomorrow morning. But not too early."

Waverly blushed a bit, looking down at the ground while she collected herself and put her purse strap over her shoulder. "You didn't have to scare the poor man, I'm sure he'll do his job." Still, it struck her as sweet if a bit overprotective of Mark to make such overtures. "I hope you have a good afternoon at work."

She gave him a smile and then with a bouncing step, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you again, for the ride, for the advice and for letting me bathe in peace tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

The woman gave his hand a light squeeze then turned to follow the doorman into the building.

Mark found himself smiling at the sensation of the kiss, his cheek warm; his stomach not far behind. He muttered a quick acknowledgment and then Waverly was gone.

Happy, Mark knew he would be able to speak to her the next morning and that evening would be their date. He was looking entirely forward to it.

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