"Nathan." Nate glanced up and took a very long time to travel to Sophie's face. The first thing he saw was red. Strappy stilettos of a flashy red color led him to thin, shapely ankles, up calves that could make a stronger man than Nathan Ford weak at the knees, and to the hem of a soft-looking black dress that hung just about her knees. The dress was a thin-strapped, black cowl-necked number with a feminine waist and flowing fabric. His gaze traveled over her soft collarbone and to her face. Her eyes caught him first, as always. Somehow, she had managed to make the cinnamon color really stand out, and her hair was curled, falling gently around her shoulders. Finally, he looked at her lips, painted bright red.
"God help the poor bastard, whoever he is." Nathan muttered. Her eyes lit up with a wicked light and she smiled.
"Funny you should mention him…"
Nathan balked. "I'm the poor bastard?"
Sophie broke into a full grin. "Just remember that they were your words."
"Whatever it is, the answer is no." Nate growled, in a bad mood suddenly.
"Oh Nate, don't be like that. It's just a play."
"Company." Sophie replied.
Nate considered. He could do that. Maybe… "When?"
"Tonight. Seven thirty." Sophie smiled triumphantly.
"And you're ready already?"
"Well, I had to make sure to make you presentable." And with that, she was pulling him upstairs and looking through his wardrobe. It was an hour before Nate was dressed to her satisfaction, and then she was tugging him out the door.
They settled into box seats (as if Sophie would settle for anything less) and then the curtain rose. Nate sat back and listened as the intro started.
Bobby, come on over for dinner… We'll be so glad to see you….
The play was fantastic, the actors were superb, and Nate bit his lip as the character Robert started his final song.
STOP! What do you get?
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell. Someone you have to let in,
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Nate didn't jump when a small hand slid into his, and he glanced at Sophie and pulled her close, so that he could sing along in her ear.
"Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Make me alive." He whispered the last words that he had altered into her ear and felt her shiver against him.
"Nathan…" Her words were no more than a quiet breath, sighing his name.
"How 'bout it Sophie? Can you do that for me?"
Sophie looked at him. "Finally… after all these years… I have you now?"
Nate laughed. "Silly grifter. You had me from 'hello'."