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_{[ He laughed, touching a red wine selection along with a call for
water to get them started. ]}

If there is something that shall be my undoing, making sure you have your fill of wine is one I am perfectly okay with.

_{[ A waiter appeared promptly and put down two glasses of water, then
two taller glasses for the wine. It was 'red' in that it was a nearly rose
red in color, bright and nearly fluorescent. The waiter popped the cork and
poured each of them a glass before setting the bottle down and retreating.
]}

I'm told this particular wine is rather sweet, with an undertone of bitter at the end. To be honest, it's not my forte.

Oh, you say that now.

[Fenris, of course, is mostly just happy to drink it. He chuckles softly. ]

If it is wine and it is drinkable, I'm perfectly content. Never been one for the snobbery that comes with it.

_{[ He held up his glass to the other, his smile soft and warm, more than a little excited to be able to do this with Fenris. Lord knew the last time he had taken anyone on a real date, much less wanted to. Well, that wasn't true. There were a couple others in the Fleet he would say he wanted to, but the opportunity was not quite there. ]}

To a night out, free of snobbery, and filled with good wine and good company.

[Fenris returns the smile, clinking his glass gently against Kirk's. This is the first time he's ever been taken on a real date, this will be the benchmark on which he will compare all other dates. No pressure, Kirk. ]

Something I can wholeheartedly agree with.

I- thank you. This is...nice.

You don't have to keep thanking me, Fenris.

_{[ He laughed softly, bringing up the menu again and choosing an
appetizer for them with the flick of his finger. ]}

Is a 'date' even something that exists in Thedas?

[Fenris lets out a rumbling chuckle as he sips his wine. ]

Yes, it exists in Thedas. I just not have had one happen to me before.

Ah, so I'm deflowering you, am I?

_{[ He grinned widely, knowing exactly the way he had phrased it and
doing it quite on purpose. A waiter appeared and put down a basket of what
appeared to be a thin, bread-like substance in rectangular shape and an
array of dipping cups that ranged from clear like oil to thick and viscous
like cheese and a small set of chopped plant life Kirk took to possibly be
herbs. He picked one up, dipping into a creamier concoction and using a
small spoon to dribble the herbs and took a bit. Hmm, savory. ]}

I suppose, if you must put it that way.

[He lets out a soft chuckle, face flushing as he looks down and tries to concentrate on his food. Something that is considerably more difficult watching Kirk eat things with dripping on them. He picked this on purpose, the elf is certain.

He tries to focus on his own food, a smile crossing his lips. ]

Don't let it get to your head.

_{[ He might have. He might not have. He would never tell, of course. That ruined the magic, didn't it? He grinned as he dressed up another piece of bread, using a different sauce this time. ]}

Me? Get a big head? Never.

_{[ The slight twist of his lips and the glitter in his eyes suggested there was definitely innuendo hidden there. ]}

Got in mind what you want for the main course?

_{[ He glanced down at the menu again, not wanting to rush the other, though he did have a slightly ulterior motive, his eyes flicking to the open space a few tables over. ]}

Though to be honest I have no idea what half of these things are, but I was told the gushla is a favorite of the regular patrons here.

Never, hmmm? Shame to hear that.

[He'll see that glitter in your eyes and raise you a tiny smirk, Kirk. He can play the innuendo game, too. ]

I suppose that is as good as anything. Food is food, after all, and Maker knows I don't understand what half of it is. I'll trust your judgement on this one.

Well, you know, size isn't everything. It's all about how you use your head.

_{[ He ordered them two of the dish he had named and a dessert for
later. The order put in and with time to spare, he suddenly stood and held
out his hand to Fenris. His smile was soft now, even a little excited.
]}

Now, while we wait for dinner, may I have this dance?

And you are skilled with using your head, are you?

[He's surprised, though he realises now that this was why Kirk kept sneaking glances behind them. Of course. A smile comes creep across his face, though, standing and taking Kirk's offered hand. ]

You did not get your fill of dancing with me at the ball?

Oh, no. That only wet my appetite.

_{[ Gently his fingers curled around Fenris', as always careful not to
make the other feel like he was trapped. The space had two other couples
swaying, the remaining customers sometimes glancing at them but otherwise
talking to themselves. Clearly it was not an unusual thing no matter the
time of meal. The music was soft and slow, obviously meant to inspire
intimacy in the couples. Kirk turned and wrapped his arm loosely around
Fenris' waist, drawing him close as he had that night at the rockstar's
palace. ]}

Hope you don't mind me taking lead.

[He allows Kirk to pull him close, trying to ignore the way it makes his heart beat a little faster, how it makes his chest feel tighter. He is far too old to be feeling such things. ]

I don't mind. But I am still not much of a dancer, that much has not changed. You bring your trodden on feet on yourself.

I am sure you could help ease the ache later.

_{[ He bit his lip, almost seeming shy as he titled his head in to touch
their foreheads - silver mixing with gold. His fingers spread across the
small of Fenris' back, supporting even as he felt the strong muscle there.
His thumb stroked back and forth, his fingers twining with Fenris' rather
than gripping them. ]}

Besides, I find it kinda charming.

I am absolutely certain that I can, Captain.

[Nothing Kirk ever did was controlling. Everything was considerate for Fenris, for his past traumas. The elf wasn't sure he could ever truly voice how much that meant to him. To not be treated like a delicate thing, but to not be captured, either. It was a fine line to tread, and Kirk trod it well.

He smiles, green eyes looking into blue, teetering on the edge of something. ]

You do, do you?

_{[ God, those eyes were amazing. Bright and green like spring, hot like summer, sharper than acid when he was pissed. Even in the moments when Fenris had frightened him in his rage, those eyes had been beautiful. He could stare into them forever, he thought, and never find the same color green twice. ]}

Yeah, I do. I find it charming that you can be clumsy at this, and the way your lips curl when you're teasing someone, and the crease you get between your eyebrows when you're concentrating when you read.

_{[ He let out a soft puff of air, just barely a laugh as they swayed. ]}

...You notice a great many things.

[More than Fenris truly realises- more still than he feels he truly deserves to have noticed. That someone should pay him so much attention, and catalogue it in their mind. No matter how better he gets, a small part of him will always feel himself unworthy of such things. But Kirk does it anyway, and is never afraid to voice them, to Fenris' eternal frustration and adoration.

His free hand moves to Kirk's cheek, thumb tracing his jawline. He seems to decide which way to go, on that edge of something. He leans up, having to stop swaying to gain some height, pressing his lips against Kirk's with no hesitation. ]

I hope to keep noticing more.

_{[ Ever so slightly his head leans into the touch of Fenris' thumb, watching him, realizing they had suddenly passed into uncharted territory with that single touch. That they stood together on a cliff's edge, holding on by the tips of their toes. Once they fell, he knew he couldn't go back.

Lips were on his, sweet and soft, and he fell into them with a sigh of relief. His hand pressed harder against Fenris' back, holding him closer into his chest as he opened his mouth, inviting him in, asking for more if he would give it. ]}

[Fenris knew there would be no going back from this. That this would cement their relationship, for better or worse, while they both remained in the Fleet. He found, he was happy in his choice. There was no regret here, no lingering fear. It was like a jigsaw slotting into piece at long last.

He shifts closer, opening his own mouth, his tongue slipping across Kirk's lip before slipping into his mouth, deepening the kiss, happily giving more. ]

_{[ Both arms circled the other now, stopped on the dance floor as his tongue slipped against Fenris'. He poured what he couldn't say into that kiss, all the hunger and desire he felt for the other, the adoration and affection, the pleasure he wanted to give him and the safety too. It was a kiss of equals, of wanting and being wanted.

Slowly he pulled back, his lips tingling, panting despite the brevity and his heart beating a tattoo in his chest. ]}

We'd better stop or else we'll never get through dinner.

_{[ Even so he kept him close, promising that even if they took a reprieve to eat this was not all they could experience that night. ]}

[It is with great reluctance that Fenris eventually pulls back. He takes a moment to catch his own breath, resting his forehad against Kirk's, gathering himself again. A part of him wants to continue, to forget everything else and just get lost in the other man.

...But he had meant it when he said he had never been treated to a date before, and a part of him was curious about what else there was. So, with a throaty chuckle, he steps back a little.]

Well, I wouldn't want to miss dinner.

_{[ A double-edged sword, that kiss, that choice. He could feel the pressure of Fenris' lips lingering on his, unable to keep himself from smiling as he guided Fenris back to their table, having spotted two plates waiting for them. He gave the other a soft peck on the lips before seating them again - the meal in front of them resembling a human pasta, but colored a vibrant purple and topped with a creamy white sauce, a pale yellow protein of some sort on top. ]}

We'll just have to make sure we take dessert to go.

[A sword that Fenris doesn't mind at all, in the long run. He smiles, eating the food. Well, it sure was purple, but at least it was good. It was something to focus on other than his heart thudding in his chest. ]

Hmmm. [The sound thrums deep in his throat. ] We can save those for later.

_{[ Oh, making that sort of sound was entirely unfair after that kiss. Very unfair. It made is body tingle, especially in certain places that he did not need making themselves interested in at the dinner table. ]}

Heh, that will require patience, you know. Waiting for later, that is.

_{[ He took up his wine glass and sipped, watching Fenris over the rim, his blue eyes darkened ever so slightly. ]}

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