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Table for Two (Closed RP, River/A, possible NSFW)
Another day well-spent studying, exploring, and playing with cats and a very solemn tarsier was coming to a close when River noticed a note left for her on her desk. It was an invitation from A to join him for dinner (and so sweetly formal it was, too) and obviously an offer she wouldn't dream of refusing.
She was about to turn around and leave immediately, but paused. Wouldn't be such a bother to wear something nicer than Hogwarts-brandsalvation army Room of Requirement stuff. So she raided her closet, found something a bit nicer (probably left behind by another student, or the her that had been here before, considering the fit) and then set on her way, quite content.
((OOC: NSFW? In MY River and A thread? Moar likely than you think!))
She was about to turn around and leave immediately, but paused. Wouldn't be such a bother to wear something nicer than Hogwarts-brand
((OOC: NSFW? In MY River and A thread? Moar likely than you think!))
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A, too, was dressed rather formally, in the green robe the Baron had had made for him; he had considered the kimono he'd gotten from Yukimura but in a fit of optimism had decided that its usually comforting layers would be too restrictive.
When he heard River's knock, he opened the door with a broad smile. "I, oh, I am so glad you came!" he told her, taking her hand and squeezing it lightly.
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"I wanted us to have a nice dinner. I cooked for just us."
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He'd set up a small table, laden with delicious-smelling food and decorated with a lovely candelabra. Upon closer inspection, she discovered that A had really gone all-out with the cooking: Salmon and green beans (she assumed fresh from his garden) with little almonds and fettuccine... a spread fit for royalty, in her opinion.
She covered a little laugh, noticing Schroedinger and Einstein sitting off to the side, looking with dejected, pitiful faces at the table. "Oh, it, A, it's so lovely!" And just for them. As much as she loved when they cooked together to share, this was a special, wonderful treat.
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"A dinner with you is always special," he insisted, "But I wanted to make this special for you." He filled her glass from a carafe that might have held wine but in actuality held sparkling ginger lemonade. "You must, oh, you must always tell me," he said very seriously, "If I am not showing you enough specialness."
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It was beautiful.
"Don't let your fish get cold," he suggested softly.
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And, of course, there was the added interest that A looked devastatingly handsome in the candle light.
She smiled, though, and took the first bite. She had to pause, and savor the magnificent taste. "Aah, it's so good!"
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It was hard to make out a blush in candlelight, but he could certainly see River's expression. There was something almost speculative about it, and he hoped he would have a welcome answer to whatever unspoken question was in her eyes.
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"It's good because it is made and grown with love," she said, taking another bite. "And because we're sharing it."
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Not that he wouldn't prefer River's smile to a sunrise any day.
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They ate their dinner trading similar gentle flattery, and when they pushed their plates away, A gave River a sneaky little grin.
"I have a special dessert," he told her, taking ramekins of creamy custard from a basket behind the table. "Well, it is about to be special."
He held his wand over the custards and drew his wand, focusing carefully. This spell needed to be tightly controlled.
"Incendio!"
A tight burst of flame and...
...viola! Creme brulee!
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"I want you to enjoy dessert," he said. "And then I, I, I have something to ask you. It's not, oh, I hope you don't think it's a bad thing."
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"I don't think anything you'd ask me would be a bad thing," she said, quite sure about the fact. Whatever he did ask (and she had a vague idea, but, like most of the time, only got small, uncoordinated impressions from A's thoughts) she would trust that she could answer.
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Leaning closer, he reached out and turned her face toward him, and kissed her gently.
"Dessert first," he said, hoping he didn't sound as shaky as he felt. "Then I will ask."
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