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You Shouldn't Make me do that... (Alvis & Sweetnothings)

Darien pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He stepped out, adn walked to the counter. The young woman ther smiled at him, and rattled off a greeting in fluent Italian. Darien answered, blowing his whole Italian vocabulary in that one sentance, but she always seemed to appreciate his doing it.
"Here for your order?" She asked him in English.
"Of course. Is it ready?" Darien asked.
"Of course! Just a moment." She turned and went intot he kitchen. Moments later, she appeared with a set of bags for him, and set them on the counter.
"What do I owe you?" She smiled.
"Padre still says your maney is no good here."
"Oh come on Agnostina! That was six years ago, and I only reinforced the ceiling in the kitchen!"
"Padre still says we are not to take money from you. Is that why you only order rarely?"
"Pretty much. I don't want to take advantage of him." She smiled.
"So you will still help us with the hardwood in the new dining room?"
"I don't know. If I do, is your father going to try and give me you as part fo the payment?" SHe laughed, adn waved him out of the place. Smiling, always liking a round of banter, he made his way back to the car.

He'd been gone for close to an hour when he started his way up the steps to the apartment. And he had to be honest, the smell coming from those bags was making his salivate enough that he thought about just sitting on the stairs and eating ti all right there. Of course, then he'd be in a food coma, but...he unlocked the apartment, and stepped in.
"I'm back." He called, shutting the door, adn relocking it, before setting the bacgs on the counter nearby, and getting his shoes off. He looked about for Madeline.
 
Madeline spent a good ten minutes fixing her hair in different ways. She kept asking herself how would he like it? Fancy enough for dinner yet risque. How could she do it? In the end, she let it down. Her red loose curls perfectly framed her face. She smiled softly and sat on the bed, waiting for Darien. Then, she started talking to herself in Russian. "I'm finally going to have sex with him. This is such a big night. Just imagine what will happen. You already know how to turn him on. Just have a nice dinner with him, and then when it's time, pounce him. Show him your sexy side. Give him a little strip tease."

She spent the rest of the time getting the apartment ready. She moved boxes towards the sides. Darien already showed his strength. What if he ended up carrying her to the bedroom from the kitchen? Now, Madeline had ensure that would happen. It had too. How could he resist picking up someone like her? She grinned at the idea. She heard him call out. "Wait! Close your eyes, Darien!" She ran out of the room and tip toed behind him once she made sure his eyes were closed. "Okay. I don't want you to see me, so go to our room and put on your nicest clothes. Please? For me?" She asked, nudging him from behind as she lead him to their room.
 
Darien sighed, but closed his eyes. Why not? He had to admit he was starting to find her a touch pushy, but she seemed to be genuinely enjoying herself, and her being in a better mood was always a good thing.
"All right. But don't eat the food before I get there." He said with a teasing tone to his voice. His nicest clothes. Well, that left him a few choices. He opened up his closet, adn looked inside. He was not spending the time to get into the tux. There were limits to his indulgence, and that was it. Too long in prep time, too expensive to eat in comfortably, and..well...too time consuming to get out of, which he assumed he was going to need to do tonight.

He selected a hanger, and started to dress. He moved with a certain amount of deliberation. He had to admit that this wasn't actually a big deal when he let himself be honest. Any excuse to wear a suit was a good one as far as he was concerned. And dressing oneself in a suit was very close to an almost spiritual experience. Pants, crisp white shirt, jacket, even a tie to round it out. Squaring his shoulders, drawing himself up to a full, unsloouched height, the very action added an inch or two onto his normal height. He raked his hair into order, always glad it never put up too much a fight, and smiled, and head for the door.

"All right the Madeline. I'm ready if you are." He called to her, checking the time on the pocket watch he'd set in place for the occasion.
 
Madeline knew she was forcing him to get dressed. Maybe she was taken it a little more seriously than he did, but tonight was a big night for both of them. She wanted both of them to look nice. She smirked and kissed his cheek. "Okay. And when you get out, you'll see what I look like." She told him. She let him walk inside his room. She turned and grabbed the bags. It would help if she saw what was in there. She opened the top of each, just peeking to see what food he brought. "Italian." She murmured in Russian. She smiled and set the boxes back on the counter. This was going to go so perfectly. She had planned it out in her head. All she needed now was for it to actually work.

While he was in his room, she went into the bathroom to check her dress. It was a nice dress. It was perfect to go out to dinner with, but it was still sexy enough Darien would want her in bed. She grinned from ear to ear at the thought and ran back out of the bathroom. She didn't bother putting on her shoes. They were in the house. She waited by the table for him, her hands behind her back. The plans she made in her head of what would happen replayed in her head, showing her what she should do to at least make it happen. She had a pretty easy part. She was so excited. "I'm ready. Come out! I want to see you." She called back to him. There was no reason to be nervous.
 
Darien strode around the corner. Suited up, he knew he looked a different man all together. Clothes do not, as they say, make the man. But they can add a little spice to the mixture. Darien was not the same in English wool as he was in faded jeans and a shirt. Now he held himself with an air of poise, and small smile on his face. He tracked his eyes over to where he heard Madeline calling from.

The suit hung on him well, as though it had been cut for him. Which it had. Black and clean, with a white shirt beneath, helping contrast the black silk of his tie. He gave her a smile, as his eyes tracked over the look she'd chosen for the night...
 
Madeline couldn't wait to see what he looked like. Being the girl she was, she wondered if their outfits would match although the idea seemed ridiculous. She decided that would never happen. She looked different in her dress. She wasn't one of those girls who wore dresses or skirts all the time. She preferred jeans and shorts over anything. Now was the time to see if Darien liked her in this. After that thought, she regretted not wearing shoes.

Cheating would have to work. She couldn't wait to see what he looked like. She moved slightly to see what he was wearing. A suit. It looked perfect on him. The tie, the pants. Practically everything was perfect. "You look nice." She complimented. She was wearing a black, strapless dress that went to her thighs in the front and down to her calves in the back.
 
Darien took a long moment to take in all that he saw with Madeline right then. And what he saw... wow. His smile blossomed into a grin, and he cocked his head as he enjoyed everything that he saw. He was used to a woman who was a lot like him, a little rough, a little ragged, but certainly still easy on the eyes. This...this was not what he'd expected to see. And by the Gods, he liked what he saw indeed.

"Well my lady, I think saying that you 'look nice' would be doing you...a grave diservice." He said to her in a most appreciative tone, stepping closer to her, and lifting a hand to his lips. He smiled at her, believing once again that he'd lucked out more than a little with Madeline. She was showing to be quite a catch. Quite a catch indeed. He had the quick impulse to simply put her against the wall, forget dinner, adn start on her right now, but he kept that urge in check. Had to do things right. He turned, and slid her chair out, and smiled a little wider. "Have a seat. And I'll have your dinner in a moment." He said with a wink.
 
Madeline had a feeling he would like it. This was very different than what she would normally wear. He must've been used to her wearing something way more casual. To be honest, this was one out of three dresses. She had three dresses for different occasions. This one was perfect. Just to be fun, she held her arms out and twirled for him. She giggled, seeing his face. This was what she was expecting; Darien being shocked in a good way.

"Well, thank you, kind sir. You look exquisite yourself. Your suit fits you perfectly." She replied, curtsying just for fun. She was obviously already enjoying this evening. She just couldn't believe this was happening to her. She was glad she saw Darien at the club. She couldn't possibly have a better boyfriend than him. He was so perfect. So...amazing. He was everything she ever wanted. Now, she couldn't wait until dinner. The anticipation of what was to happen next was killing her. She smiled at him politely and took a seat in her chair. "What did you get for us this fine evening?" She asked even though she knew the answer already.
 
Darien slid her chair in slightly, getting her properly seated.
"Ah, the lady jests. As though she could not smell the bounty I have brought home." He said with a wink. It was almost like playing a role, but not quite. And it was...fun. Normally he wanted to smack people who talked like he was now right in the mouth, but here, with Madeline, it was all just amusing to be doing. He made the short few steps to the kitchen, and opened the bags. The packaging...was not what he'd expected. Normally his order came in a few large foil containers, letting him serve as he saw fit. This time...there were two containers only. He popped one open, and smiled.

Nicely laid out, each one held a complete dinner, ready to go. He made a note to go back and thank Agnostina and her father for their work. They were good people. He opened a cabinet, and withdrew some of his better plates. Still not terribly facy, they were better than average, adn really the best he could get on short notice. He served both of them up. Trotelloni with ricotta and spinach, the pasta hand made in the restaurant, which was why it was normally painfully expensive to eat there. Carefully wrapped bruchetta, loaded with feta and tomatoes. He shook his head as he finished arranging the plates.

He stepped outto teh table once more, and set the plates down in their respective spots.
"And if the lady will grant me one more moment, I will be back with our drinks." He winked at her as he made his way back to the kitchen. The crystal wine glasses made their return, and he paused, looking between the wines he'd procured for the evening. He settled on opening with the strawberry wine. It was a deep, attractive red colour. He smiled, and went back out, setting the wine in front of the respective places, before taking his seat. "Buon appetito." He said with a smile.
 
Madeline found it pleasant all of this was happening. Something like this never happened between them. Not in their months of dating. She failed at holding back a laugh from Darien's words. It was funny because never in their months of dating did they talk like that. She never would have thought he could put up an act like that. "It is perhaps I want my sir to tell his lady what there is for this night." She replied. She grinned and looked around the apartment. She definitely was going to like living here with Darien. It seemed most likely now that she wouldn't be moving out any time soon. It was clear they both enjoyed each other's company. That only meant they had a better chance of continuing their relationship.

The Russian played with hair boredly before Darien came back to the table with their food. It looked so good. Now she definitely was happy this was their evening. She almost wanted to dig into the food there, but she resisted the temptation. She smiled at him and nodded. "Of course, my good sir." She bowed her head and looked back at him as he got their drinks. Wine. She had figured out he got a new bottle of wine. She didn't know if he bought it or got it from one of his friends. It seemed like he had a list of friends who owed him or he owed. That was an upside to being his girlfriend. She took her fork and kissed his cheek as she took her glass. She brought it to her lips for a taste. She groaned softly. "Strawberry. That's perfect." She smiled and set the glass down on the table. Now came the perfect food. It all looked so expensive. She dipped her fork into her plate before bringing the food up to her lips. She was overwhelmed by the taste which was a good sign.
 
Darien smiled as she bantered back, andswering in the same kind of phrasing that he did. It was...amusing really. Two people who normally didn't have the inclination or patience to screw around like this with fancy wordplay were having somehting of a blast doing it now. And he noted the look on her face as she tried the food. He smiled. There was no finer Italian food outside of actually going to Italy itself. Or if there was, Darien had yet to find it. He had a few bites of his own before she tried the wine.
"Aged a year. Courtesy of a friend of mine who makes it on the side." He explained. He tried the wine himself, having to agree. It was some of the best that he'd tasted from Ron, and Ron did have a talent with the stuff. He planned on breaking out the second bottle as more of a desert style of wine. One did not squander black raspberry wine.

The bruschetta was incredible, all of the ingredients fresh. Darien had to wonder if the owner saved some of this stuff for select customers. He'd heard some state that while the food was good, it wasn't as spectacular as Darien had experienced. But Madeline, since she was with him, would have only the best.
 
Madeline found it amusing they were doing this. Who knew they would have so much fun doing silly things like this? She never would have thought about doing this with anyone. With anyone else, she would have thought it was irritating and boring. This, however, was different. She was conversing in the same way, but with her boyfriend who was going to treat her to such a special night. How could she not like this? Plus, he got the best wine she had ever had. How could he have gotten this? It was obviously from a friend. He wouldn't spend so much money on two bottles of wine. She smiled at him and nodded. "I'm starting to that it's a good idea you have friends who give you favors. You would have to spend a lot of money on these things you got for this." She commented. With that, she started to eat more of her food. This was absolutely delicious.

How could one thank Darien enough for this? She never went to the restaurant he went to, so for her this was the best Italian food she ever had. She normally didn't get Italian anyway. This was magnificent. "This is so good, Darien. I love you so much for getting this." She whispered as she indulged into the food. Now came the anticipation of later on.
 
Darien nodded. SHe was right. The friends he had let him slip in some benefits that would be outside of his means otherwise.
"Benefit of working class peopel with hobbies. It's much easier to just trade favours than worry about money. Seen too many friends be at each others throats over money. This way...much easier." Darien said calmly. Digging into his food, he was certainly enjoying it as much as she seemed to. He had to admit that his eyes kept drifting back to her. She carried that dress off far better than he'd expected her to, adn he had to admit that he was enjoying the view. Elegance was not something that he'd have attributed to Madeline. Not that she was clumsy or the like, but...the dress lent her a certain amount of poise that he appreciated.

His hearing was good, and he heard her whispered words, and smiled slyly. He leaned forward slightly to lift his wine glass.
"I'm sure we can think of something to let you show your gratitude." He whispered back, just loud enough to make sure it carried to her ears. He winked after he said it, perfectly content with a little extra banter between them. He'd always thought that a good relationship should have a little teasing. There were limits to that of course. If it became outright cruel or sompletely disrepectful, then a short response was in order to make sure things stayed balanced.
 
Madeline pretty much knew she was right. By now, she had figured out how he was. He didn't like to spend money as much as an average human being would. That was a plus. He wasn't a cheap skate, but he knew not to spend all of his money. She actually found it quite nice he wasn't one to spend his money on everything. She looked towards him as he explained it to her. "That is true. I've seen some pretty bad stuff happen over money. I'm glad you're like that way you are now. Good friends to have out good favors. You're the best." She kissed his cheek before going back to her food. She noticed Darien looking at her dress. It was definitely something different than what she would normally wear. She wasn't one to overdo it though. Just a nice dress to tease. She already knew he liked it. Would he like what's underneath it?

She wasn't really expecting him to hear what she said. It was mainly for her to hear. She didn't want to tell him how thankful she was, yet. She had later on to do so. She looked at him as he whispered back to her. Quickly, her cheeks turned a bright red. She looked back down at her food shyly as she ran her fork through it. She wasn't expecting that. Who cared now? At least there was teasing. She decided it would be good to drop it for now. She could always tease him back tonight. Oh, the things she could do to him.
 
Darien smiled, and winked at her, honestly enjoying the way her cheeks burned from his comment. It was a good thing! A teasing poke, it was just the way he showed his affection. He continued to work his way through his food, noting the way the wine was being depleted steadily, and nodded to himself. He did have another idea that might be useful. As soon as he noted her empty glass, he stood up, and swept the glass up.
"Let me get you a refil." Hes aid with a smile, slipping inot the kitchen.

He pulled out his phone, and thanked himself for the dozenth time that he'd linked essentially all of his electronics into it. He punched up a short program, and smiled. That would do nicely. He rinsed out the cups, and then lifted the second bottle. There was still plenty of strawberry left, but he had to admit that he was nearly desperate to see what this other bottle would taste like. Black raspberries. Hard to find, let alone enough of them for wine. He poured the glasses expertly, before going back out to Madeline. He left his phone in the kitchen, honestly a little annoyed at himself that he'd even had it on himself in the first place. This was supposed to be a special night for them. And he wasn't going to screw that up by having his phone around. He set the glasses in their respective places, the deep, black wine looking decidedly tempting to him.
 
Madeline realized she wasn't going to stop blushing any time soon if he kept that up. How could he have made her blush so easily? Never in their months of dating has he made her blush so hard like that. It was surprising how easy it was. For now, she just pulled some of her hair back away from her eyes to continue eating. The bruchetta was really good, and the linguine was delicious. She was thankful he had gotten Italian. It had been too long since she last had it. Money was always a small thing for her. She looked up at him when he stood up with her glass. "Thank you, Darien." She flash him her prettiest smile before turning back to her plate.

There many things she had to plan out. How was she going to get him in the mood? The downside to their relationship was that she didn't know what got him going. So, for the time being, she decided she would do a little show for him. Show him was underneath her dress. That would be nice. She didn't bother thinking what he would do for her. She would leave that up to him. She wasn't going to be planning everything. He had to do some things on his own. Now, she was beginning to get nervous. What if it didn't happen tonight? That was a silly thought. Of course it was going to happen. Why would it not happen? He promised her they would do it. Not going through with the plan would devastate her. She looked up at him before he set her glass on the table. She took it in her hands and studied it. Something she never had before. She shrugged and brought it to her lips, taking a big sip. She was definitely in for a surprise. She was not expecting such a new taste to hit her like that. She momentarily coughed as she set it down. She giggled and looked up at him. "What is it?"
 
Darien smiled. at her.
"Black caps. Or as they're better known, black raspberries. Not easy to find. Even harder to find enough of them to afford a bottle of wine out of." He said calmly, taking a sip of his own. Sweet, with a faint hint of bitter. So much like a normal raspberry, but at the same time...you'd never truly mistake the two. There were a few moments in his life that Darien had wished that he had been better educated. This was one of them, that he might actually have the words to better describe what exactly he was tasting. All he could say with reliability, was tat it was excellent, some of the best he had ever tassted. Ron had really outdone himself.

He raised his glass towards her.
"To us. May this be the first of many happy moments in our living together." He said with a smile. Yes, he did have a bit of a streak in him that did like making a gesture like this. And why not? She'd made one with her dress, and wanting to have him come to match her. And gestures were importent in any kind of relationship.
 
"Black raspberries. That's amazing. I wonder where your friend could have gotten these if they're so expensive. I'm so grateful your friend had this for us. I have to thank him myself one day." Madeline trailed off slowly. She was definitely intrigued by the wine. It tasted better than anything she had ever had. It was sweet with a mix of bitterness. It made her want to have more. She almost forgot about her food as she took more sips from her glass. She steadied herself so she wouldn't be too buzzed for tonight. She set the glass down a took a quick bite from her linguine. It would help balance it out. She wiped her mouth with a napkin before sighing. It was going to be a nice night.

She nearly didn't notice Darien. She smiled and took her glass. She raised it up to his and grinned. "To us." She clinked her glass with his before bringing it up to her lips. Then she started to think about other things. Would there be a future between the two of them? Possibly taking their relationship to another step like marriage or starting a family. The options were endless.
 
"I don't know where Ron gets half the thigns he does to make wine. Only that he manages." Darien said with a faint chuckle. He returned to his dinner, working through it. They were both nearly fnished, which was good as far as he was concerned. The sooner they were done eating, the sooner they could get to the better part of the evening. If he was going to be honest with himself, the thought of being with Madeline was something that he was almost desperate for after the way they'd been teasing at one another for the last little while. If he didn't know better, he'd think that she'd done it on purpose. But then, he wasn't willing to bet that it hadn't been. After all, he had done a few gestures here and there to spur her on.

He carefully got the last of the pasta collected, and finished. He lifted a napkin, dabbing his mouth, and taking another drink of his wine. The sweetness was excellent. It went well with the meal, and he was hoping that Madeline had had enough to take the edge of nerves off of her, but not much mroe beyond that. If this was to be a special night for them, it would be good to have them both able to remember it well.
 
"Manages. That's good. Remind me to let you take me to meet him so I can thank him on this." Madeline told him. She was sure of it she was going to thank Ron. He did such a wonderful job for Darien. Giving the wine to him and all. It only made sense that Darien had to return the favor at a later date. She respected his way of handling things like that other than using money. Madeline was more than ready to get to the better part. She wanted to have sex. It felt too long since her last time. She was even more surprised she didn't go behind his back to have sex. Now, she was happy she didn't do that. She would never think of cheating on him. She wasn't like that. She continued eating her food before she finished.

She brought another napkin to her mouth to wipe away any particles. Who would want food on their partner's mouth? She shook her head slightly to herself. Then, she took the glass and brought it to her lips, downing the wine in a few gulps. It was safe to say she was a little nervous. How would they start it off? Perhaps Darien would lean in for a kiss. There were possibilities. She set the glass on the table before turning towards him. She smiled softly and slowly leaned in to kiss him.
 
Darien smiled as she finished things off. He admitted that his first instinct was to start getting things cleared away, get the place cleaned. But then she started to lean forward, and he knew at this point that there was utterly no chance of him stepping away from this successfully. She seemed as eager as he to move forward, so why the hell not just grab the opportunity. He met her halfway, his hand coming up to cup the side of her face, keep her close to him as he kissed her. He started it gently, softly, an easy thing. But the more he thought about what was happening, the more he realized that he was not going to be able to indulge in a lot of foreplay here. He put mroe into the kiss, deepening it, his other hand coming up to rest on the side of her body, enjoying the feel of her dress, and then snaked it around to bring her a little closer. His chair slid easily, giving him every chance to keep the distance between them small. He was ready to get this started.
 
Madeline was more than ready to get things started. She didn't want to wait any longer. What was the point? They both wanted to get it started. Why should they have to wait until the table was cleared? She knew she wasn't going to make it if they did. It would be better for both of them to start now. As she moved in to kiss him, she closed her eyes slowly. Finally. I've been waiting for so long. She thought. She moved to the edge of her chair so she was closer to him. She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed softly. It was a gentle kiss. She enjoyed those types of kisses, but for now, they would have to be brief. The sooner they got to the bedroom, the sooner they could indulge into the pleasure of each other. She unwrapped her arms from around his neck, so her hands could run down the front of his chest. When she got down to the bottom, she slipped her hands under his shirt to tease his skin with her finger nails. She started to move into his lap, hoping that would give him a signal to at least carry this to the bedroom.
 
Darien could tell that there was no point in trying to make this evening anytrhing more than it was at this point. madeline was apparently fed up with waiting! And that, admittedly, was all right with him. THough he had to admit, she'd seemed fed up last night, so it was hardly a surprise. When he felt her nails on his skin, he felt himself faintly shiver. And that was it. The wait was going to be over. As she moved more to his lap, he simply bent a little, and got an arm under her legs, and got the other around her back, adn stood up, carrying her up with him. He winked, adn turned not seeing a need for words at this point. He carried her through the apartment, stepping easily around the furniture, and bumping the bedroom door open. He bumped it closed again just as easily.

He got onto the bed before setting her down on it gently, and leaning over her, putting his body over hers, and putting a deep, heavy kiss on her. He broke it off after a moment, and planted another kiss on the side of her neck, his hand running up her side, the anticipation of what was coming burning in his mind. He other hand slid down her body, getting a feel of her leg, and rising up, hand going under her dress.
 
What was the point anyway? Both of them couldn't wait any longer. It only made sense to go ahead and proceed going forward. Madeline was ready to start the night. The anticipation was catching up to her. She was tired of waiting. No more waiting from now on. They could get past the "no sex" part of their relationship. It went slow enough for Madeline. It was time. She didn't want to wait any longer. Waiting would only put more tension between them. She didn't want tension. She grinned and giggled when he picked her up just like she imagined. It was wonderful. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply. Showing her gratitude now seemed extremely possible.

As he carried her to the bedroom, she kept her arms wrapped around him. She was amazed at his skill to move around the boxes and the furniture. She was glad she had moved the boxes against the wall earlier. She looked up at him briefly as he laid her down on the bed. She grinned before returning the deep kiss. She groaned softly as she moved her hands under his shirt again. She wanted to take off his suit again, but she would let him take his pace. At the moment, she wanted to take off her dress. So, she started to. She began to pull down the top just enough to the tops of her breasts to tease him.
 
Darien was enjoying hte moment, more than a little. He had to admit it had been awhile since he could legitimately say that he had truly desired a woman this much. Madeline was liable to have quite a night with him. He was going to do all he could to ensure that. He felt her hands on his body, and leaned up just enough that he could shrug the jacket of his suit off, and toss it aside, He pulled his tie off, and let it fall to the bed, not thinking about it right now. With a smile, he undid the lower half of the buttons on his shirt before he leaned in to kiss her again, wanting the contact with her again.

He saw how she started to work the top of her dress down, showing a little more skin with each move, and he had to give her credit. If she was trying to encourage him into getting mroe aggressive with her, it was working. He moved his lips to the side of her neck, then lower, before planting a kiss on the top of her breasts, and a hand coming higher to massage one of her breasts through the material. The act was careful, but he longed to have a proper feel with nothing between them.
 
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