“I am sharing,” Syx purred, winding one arm around Harrison, “I’m sharing my lap, which is better. Besides, I’m the bad boy, remember,” he happily threaded their fingers together. This was the reason he left the gloves off. Skin on skin contact was beyond special… but touching blue skin? That was magic.
Biting his lip, his face softened as he looked at their joined hands and silently brought their hands up and kissed Harrison’s knuckles. This was something he’d never thought he could have. Would never have dreamed of. Squeezing the hand clasped in his, he lowered them back to their laps and tried to reclaim his previous flirty behavior with mild success. He held Harrison firmly against himself, but otherwise kept things chaste. They both prized presentation and there would hopefully be plenty of time to wrinkle clothing and mess up each other’s makeup after the public portion of the date was over.
“So where are we going for food?” he usually ate with Minion or at the prison but he had enjoyed some of the restaurants around the city, but always in disguise or hidden away in the back. Still, what he knew of the food options in the city for fine dining was fairly limited and mostly consisted of his Uncle’s Italian place.
“Oh yes, my bad boy,” Harrison teased. “You certainly look the part tonight in all this leather.” They were pressed so close that he could feel the happiness coming from his companion. It wasn’t nearly as intense as his bond with Wayne or as practiced as his bond with Sheldon, but he could feel it getting stronger every time they were together like this.
“Have you ever heard of molecular gastronomy?” Harrison asked, eyes bright with excitement to be sharing his brilliant plan for their evening. “It’s the use of scientific techniques to create, cook, and flavor food. Its delightful. There’s a brand new place downtown and its almost impossible to get a reservation right now, but I pulled a few strings and got us a private table.” He bit his lower lip and looked eagerly at his date, hoping his plans would meet Syx’s approval.
At the unfamiliar combination of words, Syx shook his head and listened to Harrison’s excited description, “Science and food together,” he hummed with a smile, “Well I’ll eat anything at least once.”
Lord knows he’d tried some pretty strange things in the past. Some out of curiosity and some from dire necessity. His eyes shown, wondering just what sort of string the other had pulled, likely very different ones than Syx would have if he’d gotten reservations.
“Private table,” he purred, leaning in till his breath brushed Harrison’s neck, “I like the sound of that.”
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