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When; Monday, January 5th, 7 PM or so
Rating; Weeeeeeeeeeeee're gonna say R. Just, you know, in case.
Characters; Anita (

browning_baby) and Reeve (

urbandev)
Summary; First date!
Log;

It was almost impossible to believe this was their first date. After all, they'd already slept together and he'd spent -- four? five? of the last seven nights at her apartment.

Still, this was their first official date, and however unconventional they'd been up till now, Reeve was determined that tonight was going to be perfect. Anita meant so much to him -- and that amount was growing rapidly every day -- and no one ever seemed to have taken out the time to appreciate her properly. Which was why he'd gotten them reservations at Pandora and brought flowers for her. Old-fashioned, yes, but classy. The entire evening was Reeve through and through.

He just hoped Anita would enjoy it.

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Several minutes later, she showed up bundled up for the weather, but with enough leg showing (not to mention heels) that yes, she was indeed wearing a dress. A smile for the person that took her coat as she scanned the room, looking for Reeve. As soon as she caught sight of him, she smiled and walked to meet him.

"You haven't been here too long, have you?"

"I arrived just before you did," he assured her, standing automatically when he first saw her. By the time she'd reached the table, he'd walked around to kiss her on the cheek and help her off with her coat. He didn't really believe she needed help, of course, he just liked having a socially acceptable reason to be touching her.

Without thinking, she brushed the dress back down so it settled nicely over what she had stashed. As nice as she looked, she was still armed and anything she wore had to be able to conceal at least two weapons.

"Good. I didn't want you to wait too long. This weather isn't made for heels."

And she did look very nice. Once their coats had been hung out of the way, he turned back and paused to take in the effect, reaching out to brush her hair back from her cheek gently.

"You look stunning," he murmured, catching her hand in his and leading her to their seats.

The cautious smile turned soft and amost shy. "Lestat kinda helped. He likes playing Goth Barbie with me. Said I should wear the right clothes to let my chest fill them out."

She took a seat after taking care to tuck the dress under herself.

"I'll have to remember to thank him."

Reeve kept his hand linked with hers as he took his own seat, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

Come to think of it, he wasn't sure he approved of Lestat commenting on her chest, no matter how fantastic she ended up looking.

"He really is good at what he does, even if he teases me about how I normally dress."

Her fingers tightened in his grip as she looked around, never having been here before.

"Sorry about harrassing you earlier. About the jeans."

Harassing? He'd forgotten about it until she mentioned it.

"You weren't, love." He smiled. "What would you like for dinner?"

She found a menu already at the table, so she started looking over it evne though she had to let his hand go to do it.

"... no idea. I haven't been here before."

Awww. But he let hand free and reached for his own menu.

"Take your time, then."

He took a moment to peruse his own menu, though he decided on a meal fairly quickly.

She figured out what she wanted pretty quickly and when the waiter came, she ordered and leaned back a tiny bit, trying to relax a little bit as Reeve ordered.

"Is everything alright?" He could tell she was tense -- he always seemed to be able to tell when she was stressed. Hence why he'd remained calm after her sparring match with Cloud -- she was so relaxed it was hard not to be.

Realizing that her mind had been drifting a bit, she looked back at Reeve, blushing a little as she nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. I've been thinking a lot today and I guess I'm still being a bit of an introvert."

She leaned closer and laid her hand on his, squeezing.

"Everything's fine."

He smiled at her, turning his hand over so he could hold lock their fingers together once more.

"It's fine. I just wanted to be sure."

"What were you up to all day?" he asked. He'd spent his upstairs at the Lux, pouring over schedules. Terribly exciting.

"Besides letting a vampire play with me like a damn doll? I just messed around the apartment. Cleaned my weapons and did some forms. Meditated, too. It was a quiet day, thankfully. Smudge and Mercutio were even helping me work out."

As she spoke, her thumb stroked along the side of his hand, reveling in the contact.

"Did you do anything interesting?"

He laughed softly, squeezing her fingers. "But an amazingly beautiful doll," he reminded her, drawing their linked hands to his lips so he could kiss the back of hers.

"Scheduling. We're doubling the security staff for the next few weeks, or at least until people forget about this ridiculous beer affair." He smiled a bit, shaking his head. "My suggestion that we literally kick them out after their third beer was unfairly dismissed by Niko."

He was utterly charming and she couldn't help but blush yet again. Between him and Lestat earlier, her cheeks felt like they'd been sunburned most of the evening already.

"Niko's a businessman. He likes the cashflow. I'm fine on my own when I work, though. I can handle anything a bunch of drunks happen to hand me."

"It's the same number of hours, there's just some creative scheduling at work." Reeve ran an entire corporation back home; he could manage to make sure the bar had enough security for a few more weeks.

Embarrassed or not, she looked gorgeous with the color in her cheeks. Her complexion was so pale that the color stood out and brought life to her face.

Although it really wasn't helping the doll comparisons.

"Of course there is. You're a creative man."

It's a thinly veiled compliment that has her grinning a bit, trying to turn the tables on him and make HIM blush for the first time tonight.

It works. The blood rises to his cheeks promptly and he shakes his head. "I have too many years writing schedules, that's all."

Anita laughs softly, her hand tightening on his again. "God, you're so handsome when you do that."

That only makes him blush further. He ducks his head down, hiding behind his hair for a moment.

"I'm only not arguing with you because it would be bad form."

"All's fair and all that."

She leaned closer, reaching to touch his cheek.

He fills in the rest of the quote on his own, and reaches up to cover her hand with his. Turns his head slightly, kissing her palm and leaning into the touch.

And with perfect timing, their food arrives, forcing them to break apart.

It was a good thing their food arrived when it did or Anita might've blushed yet again. She felt like a teenager again and that disturbed her to no end. Clearing her throat, she tucked a loose curl behind her ear and started eating.