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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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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."

Reeve laughed softly, shaking his head. "Well, I'm hardly going to take you to the same place twice in a row." He squeezed the tips of her fingers gently. "Or were you planning on going on a date with someone else?

Another gentle smile. "No. I think I like dating you."

"Oh, good. It means I'm doing something right."

Self-congratulatory, he helped himself to another mushroom.

This time, her fingers closed around his wrist and she shook her head at him, grinning.

He tries pouting? Sure, she's dated Lestat, but she also spent the afternoon with him. Maybe there's a finite amount she can take, and he just needs to fill the reservoir over the edge.

She bit back a laugh at the pout, but let his hand go, snagging the mushroom between her fingers as she let him pull away.

"Cute."

He wasn't quite forward enough to eat from her fingers, so he let her keep the mushroom. She won this round, but he would emerge victorious in the war.

"I try."

The morsel disappeared between her lips and she licked a bit of sauce from her fingers before she took a few more bites.

"You accomplish."

He was, however, quite comfortable enjoying the view as she ate it herself.

"Is it too early to think about dessert?"