Rob leaned on the bonnet of his car, his ankles crossed and looked in the direction Genevieve would walk from to get to the car park. He sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket. Six forty-five. If she didn't hurry up there'd be no movie. It started at seven-thirty and they still had a forty minute drive into the township of Sale.

The clicking of high heels on the cement path made him look up. "What the fuck?" he muttered under his breath. Genevieve was dressed in a tight waisted mid-length gown that flared out as she tottered toward him. The top half dipped into her cleavage with the sleeves just sitting on her shoulders. Her lips were painted bright red and her hair was set in waves with tendrils hanging around her face. She had certainly gone to a lot of trouble just to see a movie.

As he pushed off the car he thought how easy it was going to be to get that dress off. He chuckled and shook his head. No need to take it off. Just lift the skirt and push down the sleeves, that'd get him where he wanted to be. With these thoughts in mind Rob smiled and said, "You look amazing."

"Thank you." Genevieve tilted her head a fraction and smiled up at him. "Jacinta helped me get dressed." She did a twirl and added, "In fact the dress is hers. I don't own anything like this."

"Nice," Rob said. As he opened the car door for her he wondered what Jacinta was up to. Pretending they hadn't had sex was one thing but dressing her friend so she looked like a sacrificial Marilyn Monroe was another.

The movie was great. James Bond was one of Rob's all-time favourite heroes. As he stepped onto the footpath he put his hands in his pockets and nudged his head at Genevieve. "What now?"

"I don't know, Rob," she said pulling a sour face. "What now?"

He ran his hand down his face and took a breath. She was obviously pissed off about something. "What have I done?" he said with a sigh. "You asked me to come to the movies with you and I came so I'm not sure what's going on here, Gen."

"Yep. And that's all we've done. Watch a bloody movie."

Rob laid his palms out to her. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"I guess so." Genevieve shrugged and moved off so Rob caught her hand as she passed.

"Look. What do you want from me?" He shook his head in bewilderment. "If I had my hands all over you I'd have been accused of trying to take advantage. If I talked through the whole movie I'd have spoilt it, so now I'm asking what you'd like to do next. I'm not a bloody mind reader."

She folded her arms and jutted out one of her hips saying, "You could have held my hand at least."

"Ah... okay. I could have done that but do friends do that in a movie theatre?"

"Oh for fuck sake." Genevieve took hold of the hem of her frock and held it wide. "Would I have worn this god awful uncomfortable dress to a bloody movie theatre if I was coming with a friend?" She let go of the skirt and heaved out a breath. "I thought we talked about this. Relationships. Games. Relationships being like games and us getting this game started. I thought we were starting something here."

"Right... you took that literally, huh?"

"Go and get stuffed, Rob." She stormed off saying, "Just take me home."

"Wait." Rob trotted after her, took her hand and pulled her to a stop. "I'm sorry." He sighed and ran his hand over his head. "So you're saying you want to have a relationship with me. Is that right?"

"Don't we have a thing, Rob?" Genevieve peered at him. "Maybe I've misread matters. I've always felt there was a vibe between us but because you had a girlfriend you never went with it. Now you don't have a girlfriend. I asked you to the movie. You seemed jealous over me being with the Uni student. We had words and I thought we we're getting this started."

"Yeah." Rob put his hands on his hips and studied her face. "Here's the thing. You're really pretty and..." he swept his hand up and down in front of her. "You look stunning tonight. I'd really love to get it on with you, but I've just broken up from a serious relationship. For me to jump straight into another isn't on my immediate list of what to do next."

Rob stepped toward her and put his hands on her waist. "I really like you, Gen, but why do we need to label our thing? Why can't we let it flow with no pressure and see where it takes us?"

"What do you mean by label?"

"Like saying Rob is Gen's boyfriend or vice versa." He cupped her face with his hand and put his lips to hers in a quick kiss. "I care about you, Gen, but everyone said I was an idiot to be so serious about someone at my age. I've decided to run with that. I'm all for getting this thing started to see where it takes us but, I don't want to label it." Rob shrugged and smiled down at her. "It's your decision, Genevieve. We let it run without pressure or we walk away now."

She twisted up the corner of her mouth in thought, and then said, "I'll tell you my decision at the end of the night. For now I want you to take me for a drink but, first you have to kiss me again."

Rob chuckled, jerked her toward him and put his mouth on hers. No label meant no lock down. Too easy.

As they drove home Rob slowed the car, and then turned into a deserted, well treed road. The moon shone through the branches and highlighted streaks of clouds in the sky. He pulled over and killed the engine. "Wow. Isn't it a beautiful night," he said as he craned his head to peer at the heavens.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't want to go home yet." He turned to face her, reached over and ran his fingers through her hair. "Maybe we could kiss a bit more?"

"Maybe we could." Genevieve giggled and leaned toward him.

As their lips came together Rob put his hand on her neck and traced his fingers across her shoulder. He slipped the sleeve of her dress down her arm and trailed her bare flesh with his lips. "Genevieve," he murmured as he cupped her breast. "Can we get in the back? I hate having this console between us?"

She gasped as his fingers tweaked her nipple. "Yes..."

*****

Rob kissed her goodnight outside the door of her dorm, and then walked away with a grin on his face. He was right about that dress and to make it even easier she was wearing a G-string. As he made his way along the path leading to his barracks, Jasmine stepped out in front of him and yanked him into the bushes they'd hidden in three days previous.

"I've been waiting for you to get back and I even have my own condom."

Rob laughed and let her lead him deeper into the bush. This new, dealing with girls system, was working just fine.

Oh dear. Looks like Rob is continuing down the road of destruction.