I've Had Enough of Sex!

WARNING: This is so goddamn fluffy.

Commitment

Tori was having the time of her life. It’d been six months since her first contract had been signed, and she’d gone through eleven more since then. The men were positively lining up on her front doorstep almost every other week. Word had gotten out that the sexy, busty, beautiful redhead was looking for a noncommittal good time--absolutely no strings attached. Usually, she sat down with two or three candidates, chatted up a time limit (which ranged from a week and a half to two) and picked the guy she was most in the mood to sleep with.
Life was just fantastic! Even if she didn’t have a bed partner just yet for this month. That’s why--when she breezed into the diner right next to Mick’s pub and ordered herself an omelet--she didn’t immediately become aware of the man sitting in the booth across from hers.
“Tori?”
Tori glanced up with a radiant smile on her face--it was nowhere near the brilliance of Leese’s but it beckoned men all the same. She’d recognized the voice, but it hadn’t registered just who was speaking. She’d assumed it was one of her lovers from the past month--or someone new. If only she’d known, she would’ve ducked behind her menu. As things stood, her smile faded immediately after the man got up and sat in the seat across from her. “Chris.”
Great! Just peachy. The one man I ever fell in love with has to show up NOW, just when I’ve finally found a niche with meaningless sex. Chris grinned at her from across the table and she could feel her knees turning to jelly all over again. “How’s life been treating you these days?” she asked, shoving another bite of omelet into her mouth. Her food suddenly tasted like sawdust.
“I’m good, great even. Actually, I came to the big city to find you.”
Tori swallowed. Hard. Too hard. She started coughing. Chris moved over to sit right next to her and started pounding her back--not too rough, but just enough to help her dislodge the ham that had gotten stuck down the wrong tube. “Thanks,” she gasped.
He didn’t remove his arm from her back. When the awkward silence grew unbearable, Chris moved back across the table. “Actually, I’ve been in Philly for a week now. Looking…for you.” He was nervously twisting a napkin.
Tori could not remember a time she’d seen him this flustered. “You have lousy timing, Chris.”
“I know,” he muttered. A waitress came over to give him his coffee. He sipped at it--Tori suspected--to buy himself some time. They both spoke at once.
“I--”
“Remember--”
“You first.”
“No, you.”
“This is ridiculous,” Tori declared. She crossed her arms under her breasts, until she realized this made her chest stick out further in her baby-pink tube top, so she opted to rest her arms on the table. “I’ve been very busy these past few months, Chris. I have a life now.”
“I know,” Chris acknowledged. “I’ve heard all about you and your contracts.”
Tori blushed. Here was a man she grew up with. The first man she’d slept with--and the only man she’d intended to marry. That is, until Prom night when she’d discovered him wasted on marijuana in the back of his pick up truck.
Her father had done drugs--had beaten her and her mom countless times while high. He’d even killed quite a few of her pets as she was growing up. She’d sworn she would never marry anyone who smoked pot, even once. Chris had tried to win her back. He’d apologized so many times, Tori had threatened to move out of town if he said the words “I made a stupid mistake,” one more time.
Then the proposals had started. At first, Tori was able to resist on principle, but then Chris kept coming up with more and more romantic ways of asking her to marry him. Tori had felt her resolve melting, so she’d fled to Philadelphia and hopped into bed with as many men possible. The problem was, eventually, all those men wanted to have a relationship with her. Aside from her killer looks, she was smart and sassy.
She pulled herself back to the present where Chris had finished his coffee and was now taping the cup with his fingers.
“Why are you here Chris? Why on earth are you looking for me?”
Chris stopped his tapping and looked her straight in the eye. “I’m not giving up this time, Tor.”
She could feel her heart racing even as she took a sip of her water and replied coolly, “I’ve had scores of lovers now, Chris. What makes you think I want to settle with just one man for the rest of my life anymore?”
Chris didn’t even flinch when she brought up her sex life. “This is why.” He pushed a much-folded piece of notebook paper across the table.
Tori unfolded the paper gently. Even before she read it, she recognized the two sets of adolescent handwriting--hers and his.
“Tori Marie Matheson, I swear in the eyes of God, and for the sake of your happiness, I will hold you to that oath you made me fifteen years ago. I don’t care how long it takes or how many times I have to ask--”
Tori had launched herself across the table and began reigning kisses everywhere along his face. She pulled back laughing, with tears in her eyes. “Christopher Thompson, say you’ll marry me!”
Of course, his answer was yes.

Author’s footnote: This was very light, very cheesy. Perfect air-head material. But don’t get to cynical on me just yet. I had to get these two engaged so that the next chapter could work out. :P

PS: Here’s what the ancient note said [fifteen years ago…]:

[Tori] Chris, promise me I’m yours forever.
[Chris] Forever. As long as we love each other.
[Tori] Always.
[Chris] Marry me, Tor.
[Tori] Ask me later when we aren’t in Algebra. Just so you know, my answer’s yes.