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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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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.

He still kept their fingers linked together, unwilling just yet to set her free. But he turned his attention to his own food, rather than continue on with the discussion.

It was veering into very dangerous territory, now.

They ate in careful silence, Anita glancing at him every so often. His hand was a welcome pressure in hers, but he seemed a bit nervous. She wanted to ask him what was going on, but that would mean talking and if she did that, she might say too much.

No. Tonight was not going to be strained and awkward, even with this "love" concept now looming over them. Tonight was just supposed to be about being with her and enjoying her company. They got little enough time to do that as it was.

"In about thirty seconds, I'm going for that mushroom if you haven't eaten it." There. That should alleviate some of the tension. Besides, what was the point of having dinner with your lover if you couldn't steal off her plate?

"Touch it and there will be pain."

Her gaze dared him to try even as her lips curled into a smirk around her fork.

Oooh, and now it was a challenge -- how could he resist?

The corner of his mouth quirked up into the smallest grin as he continued eating from his own plate. A few bites later, when she was just bringing her fork to her lips, he darted out to snare the mushroom from the edge of her plate.

Her eeys followed the path the mushroom took away from her plate, but all she did was smile yet again and lean back a bit.

"I'm almost disappointed," he told her, smiling and shaking his head.

"That was a freebee and it won't happen again. You'll have to work for the next one."

She makes a show of spearing another mushroom and settling the fork between her lips.

"I'll keep it in mind." He laughed slightly, pushing his plate towards her. "Would you like any?"

"No, but thank you. I do plan on trying it next time I end up dressed up and here, though."