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Dorian and Kate have had one of their regular trips to the market, where they chat and annoy one another in a friendly manner. Dorian lets slip that he's in love with Kate, and Kate admits that maybe she has feelings for him too. Now he's asking her whether or not it would be alright to kiss her goodbye...

"I'm sure you kiss a lot of your friends without it being a date," I say automatically, because teasing him's the easy thing to do, but then I bite my lip and think about it properly. "I think... a goodbye kiss can be allowed. You can't call it a date until I let you pay for coffee," and I smile at him, though my face is pink.

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[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

"When I kiss you, I want it to be a date," I say slowly, a little distracted by the way her cheeks flush. It's a wonderful sort of contrast, that she could be so good at teasing me and then blush about it. I push the thought away and straighten in my chair. "All right. So what are you doing tomorrow?"

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

I admit I feel a little disappointed, though... I'm - pleased, and strangely touched, that he doesn't just kiss me anyway. That he wants it to mean something.

"All right. So what are you doing tomorrow?"

"Going to services at the abbey in the morning, if you want to come along," I say primly. I can't imagine Dorian doing that at all! "But I don't have any particular plans for the afternoon. Maybe I'll make something out of the lovely fabric I bought today," and I smile at him.

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

I make a face. "You sure you don't have some hot coals I could walk over? It'd be less painful." I do admit to thinking about going with her, for the second it takes before sense kicks in. "How about dinner? No doubt you'll be starved after all that praying and sewing." I smile. "Though if you turn up in plaid, I may suddenly have to wash my hair."

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

My heart's beating stupidly fast, how ridiculous! It's not as if we've never had dinner before. Although it is the first time he's asked me on a date. And I haven't been on one of those in over a year.

"That sounds nice," I say, and try not to smile too stupidly. "You'll talk to Glass first?" I'll talk to her too, of course, but I think he should bring it up with her first. It's their relationship, after all. "And if she seems at all - upset, we should call it off." I won't put my happiness before Glass's, not ever.

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

"She'll be fine," I say, even though I feel a little less certain. I wouldn't think it would bother her but, that being said, I've also learned that what I think and what Glass thinks are rarely related. Hell, I doubt if they've even met.

I finish the last bite of cake and stand. "Roast chicken, chardonnay... Proper chocolate cake." It really it too much fun, antagonizing her. I would feel bad, perhaps, if not for the sad realization that she's better at this game than I am. "Let's say six? Should give you enough time to get dolled up."

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

I scowl at his cake remark, and then smile when he suggests the time.

"Since I hear you like to wake at noon, I suppose six hours should be long enough for you to attend to your hair," I say, and walk with him to the door. "I suppose a kiss on the cheek doesn't count as date activity?" I add, raising my eyebrows mildly, and reach up to give him a very chaste peck.

[dorian-excolo.livejournal.com]

She kisses my cheek and I take the opportunity to kiss hers, knowing full well I'll be kicking myself later if this conversation with Glass goes south. It would certainly be my luck. "You want to know the worst part? I just roll out of bed and my hair looks this good. Horrible, isn't it?" All right, I'm grinning again. This is ridiculous. "See you tomorrow." And I head home.

[kateohara.livejournal.com]

I'm smiling as he leaves, and when I go back into the kitchen I see he's left the corn doll propped up on the table. The man is insufferable!

But somehow I keep smiling.