Chapter Eight

“Autumn, you HAVE to help me!” Nathalie was panicking, running back and forth through the apartment. Autumn watched her in amazement as she pulled on her leggings and brushed her teeth at the same time.

“You seem to be doing just fine.” Autumn said, flipping through the channels on the TV.

“NO!” Nathalie grabbed her hairbrush and pointed it at Autumn. “Do you know how do make French braids?”

Autumn raised her eyebrows, watching Nathalie's blonde hair, “Yeah, I do... Don't you?”

Nathalie darted over to the couch, shaking her head, “No. Can you braid my fringe?”

“Yeah, sure,” Autumn put the remote down. “Sit down on the floor, please.” Nathalie did as she was told and let Autumn fix her hair.

“I don't do dates, I don't know how to act or anything...” Nathalie groaned, now resting her head in her hands.

“But surely you've had boyfriends?” Autumn asked. She couldn't imagine Nathalie not knowing what to do.

“Yeah, but... They weren't really serious and David seems so incredible and...” Nathalie sighed. “I just don't know what he's expecting from me.”

“Just be yourself, act the way you want to,” Autumn said, finishing the braid. “And if he doesn't like it, that's his loss.” She hovered over Nathalie, watching the braid. “Perfect. Now you look amazing.”

“Really?” Nathalie got off the floor and walked over to the mirror.

“Yes, really,” Autumn watched as Nathalie twisted and turned, checking every possible thing about her appearance. “Stop worrying, it's-” But she was interrupted by the doorbell ringing, making Nathalie squeal and run into her bedroom.

“Can you answer it?” Autumn rolled her eyes and got out of the couch, walking over to the door and opening it.

“Hi,” David said with a smile. “Is she ready?”

“Not quite,” Autumn said. “You can come in and wait.”

David grinned, “Thanks.” He walked in and closed the boor behind him.

“I'll be right there!” Nathalie rushed around her room, pulling on her shoes and fixing the final touches on her make-up. When she finally came out, David's jaw dropped, making her blush.

“You look amazing.” He said, kissing her cheek.

“Thanks, you too,” Nathalie glanced over at Autumn. “See you later.” She said and followed David towards the door.

“Don't wait up,” He said, winking at Autumn. “Just kidding, I'll have her back before eleven.”

“You better...” Autumn muttered and got back to the couch, starting the TV again. She wasn't jealous of Nathalie, per se. But she did have difficulties trusting guys after being with her ex, and she didn't want anyone to ever have to experience what she had been through. Especially her friend and room mate.

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“So where do you wanna go?” David asked when they were out on the street.

Nathalie paused, “Uh... I don't know. I just got here, I don't know anything about Ottawa.”

David smiled a little, “What do you like?”

“Anything is fine, what's closest?”

“I know a good Italian place,” David chuckled. “It's basically around the corner, actually!” He pointed towards a sign some hundred yards away.

“Oh yeah, I've been meaning to try that place...” Nathalie said as they started walking. “Do you eat there a lot?”

“No, not a lot. Oliver and I tried it a couple of weeks after we got here. The owners are from Italy, too, and they're real nice.”

“That's great. Maybe it'll become a regular place for me.” Nathalie smiled at him.

David smirked, “Trust me, you'll love it.” He opened the door and they settled by a table close to one of the windows.

“Ahhh, Run-blad,” A large, Italian man exclaimed, walking over to them.

David smiled up at him, “Mr Cosimo, nice to see you again.”

“You too, you too. And who is this bella signora?”

Nathalie blushed, “I'm Nathalie, nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” He turned to David. “Very pretty, good choice!”

Nathalie blushed and David just smiled, “I know...”

“So, the usual for you? What about you miss?”

“Umm... What's the usual for you?” She looked at David and then down at her menu.

“Pasta Alfredo,” David smiled. “It's amazing, you have to try it.”

“Okay, I'll take what he's having. And a glass of red wine, please.” Nathalie watched the owner walk away and then looked over at David, smirking. “I thought you didn't come here often.”

David cleared his throat, “Well... It's been a couple of times.” He grinned and drank from his glass of water.

“So...” Nathalie said. “Why me of all people? I'm not that extraordinary. Aren't you supposed to date skinny girls with fake tans and sparkling white teeth?”

Chuckling, David shook his head, “Some guys are into that, yes, but I guess I like the more natural kind better.”

“Natural?” Nathalie frowned slightly.

“You know, like you. You don't wear a lot of make up, you're into sports, to the best of my knowledge, that's your real hair colour and you seem genuinely sweet.”

Nathalie bit her lip, “Thank you. And this is my natural colour.”

“It's beautiful,” David smiled. “Natural blonde is the best blonde.”

“Pshh,” Nathalie giggled. “But thanks, I like it.”

“Twooo pasta Alfredo's, enjoy my friends!”

“Thank you, it looks great.” Nathalie smiled and grabbed her fork. “I'm so hungryyyy.”

“Finally, a girl who can eat!” Mr Cosimo nudged David before he walked away.

Nathalie finished chewing and swallowed her pasta, “What was that about?”

David blushed, “Uh... Well, the girls I dated before usually ordered salads or just an appetizer. Mr Cosimo always bugged me about dating girls who would eat his food.”

“Oh...” Nathalie paused, looking down at her food. “Well, I've always been an athlete, so this is just normal...” She pushed the pasta around on her plate.

“Hey...” David reached out and touched her arm. “I think it's great. And you have an amazing body, so don't stop eating.”

“Wouldn't ever think about it,” Nathalie said, stuffing her mouth with food. “I luff foodddd.”

David laughed, his eyes lighting up, “You're funny.”

Nathalie swallowed, “Fanksss.” She sipped her wine and smirked at him. “So the boy is growing up, kind of?”

“I guess so, yes.” David nodded. “And you were just so breathtaking I couldn't not ask you out.”

“Please...” Nathalie turned red. “You're making me blush.”

“Yeah...” David smiled. “I like that.”

“Really...” Nathalie raised her eyebrows, removing her shoe under the table and gently moving her foot up David's leg. The reaction made David's face flush red and he swallowed visibly.

“What... What are you doing?”

Nathalie shrugged and bit her lip, “What do you mean?”

“Oh I don't know,” David smirked, grabbing her foot with his left hand. “This, maybe?”

“You don't like it?” Nathalie raised her eyebrows.

David locked eyes with her, “Yes, I do...”

“So...” Nathalie looked down at her plate. “I'm done, what about you?”

“Yeah, me too...” David cleared his throat and looked around. “Waiter? I'd like to pay, please.”

“Oh you don't have to pay, I'll pay mine.”

“Nathalie, please. I asked you out, I'm paying.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She kept her foot on his thigh, locking eyes with him at the same time. It was driving him crazy, and she loved it.

After paying, the two hurried outside. As soon as the door swung shut, Nathalie practically attacked David, kissing him madly. He rested his hands on her hips, kissing her back, “My place or yours...?” He whispered between kisses, keeping her close to him.

“Autumn's at my place...” Nathalie bit her lip. “Yours is probably better.”

“Right... Let's go,” He took her hand and stopped a cab, opening the door for her. He told the driver the address and went back to kissing Nathalie. “Mmm...” He moaned, holding her close to him.

The cab pulled up to the apartment building and David hurriedly paid the driver, getting out quickly. Taking out his phone, he sent a quick text to Oliver.

'Cming upstrs. Bettr gt out.'

Nathalie grabbed a hold of the door and opened it, rushing inside. David followed her closely, “Here it is!” He grabbed her arm and stopped her, opening the door to the apartment. She kicked off her shoes as they got inside and hung her jacket on a hanger. David followed her and pushed her against the wall, kissing her again. Nathalie felt her heart beat faster and she moaned loudly when he started kissing her neck. “My room...?” David whispered, going back to her lips.

“Mmhmm...”

David pulled her with him into his bedroom and pushed her down on the bed, getting on top of her. He tugged at the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing a yellow lace bra. David's eyes grew wide.

“Pretty...” He swallowed and she ran her hands through his hair.

“Yeah?”

David nodded, kissing her neck again, “Oh yeah.” He easily removed her leggings and found that she was wearing matching panties. “Wow...” He smiled, tossing the leggings on the floor. To even the score out, Nathalie pulled David's shirt over his head and undid his belt buckle.

“Fair is fair,” She smirked at him and pulled down his pants. “Well hello...” Her hand secured around his hard-on and she watched him with a smile as he took a sharp intake of breath.

“Nathalieeeee...” He moaned, closing his eyes. Nathalie let go of him and pulled down his boxers, laying herself down on his bed.

“Yes, David?” She held herself up by her elbows and smirked at him. He licked his lips and hovered over her, easily unhooking her bra and pulling down her panties. “You want something?” She grinned and his lips crashed onto hers. They kissed passionately, even using their tongues, and David started going through his bedside drawer. He quickly found what he was looking for and rolled the condom on. Gently, he parted Nathalie's legs and moved his hand up her thigh. He wanted to make sure she was ready before he did anything, and when he touched her, he realized she was. He pushed himself in slowly and was met by a loud moan. Nathalie wrapped her legs around him and dug her nails into his back.

“Ohh, David...” She sighed and started to move with him. He closed his eyes and started thrusting harder and deeper inside her, causing her to moan even louder. “Oh my gooodddd...” David felt her first orgasm and wanted to give her more and more.

In the other room, Oliver was covering his ears with his pillow, but to no use. He hadn't seen David's text, seeing as his phone was in the kitchen and he was just taking a nap. He could hear everything through the very thin walls, and he didn't really want to hear his best friend sleeping with a girl.

After twenty minutes of “Oh David”, Oliver had had enough. He rushed through the apartment and through the door, slamming it shut.

Panting, Nathalie drove her eyes to the ceiling as David gently pulled out. They were both completely unaware that Oliver had been there all the time, but it didn't matter.

“That was amazing...” David said, lying down next to her and putting his arm around her.

“Yeah...” Nathalie was still feeling tingles in her body, and she felt butterflies in her stomach every time he looked at her. She had never done anything like this before, but it didn't feel wrong. It felt just right.