Love, in Progress

A drink

Ricky's heart thudded in his chest nervously as he knocked on the back door of the Italian restaurant. The door was flung open and a short shadowed figure held out a hand, which Ricky placed the files into.

"These will do nicely, Mr Goldsworth" the figure commented, thumbing through the manila folders.
"A pleasure doing business with you", Ricky mumbled snarkily as he turned and left.

Tinsley was waiting for him in his car, which soothed his nerves a little. Thankfully, he'd had his sunglasses on, so even if he was showing his hand, nobody else could see it. Ricky opened the black door and stepped in.

"How'd it go?" Tinsley asked quickly.
"Surprisingly well... in fact, a little too well- we either pulled off a hat trick, or they're playing the long game", he sighed "Either way, it's two in the morning, and I want to go home."

The drive to the Goldsworth estate was quiet, but not awkward. Ricky smiled at the taller man as they pulled up to the drive, "Well, it's getting kinda late.."
"It's getting kinda early" the detective corrected. Ricky hit his arm playfully, "I suppose this is when I offer you a drink?"

"Why Mr Goldsworth- if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with me!" Tinsley imitated, batting his eyelashes
"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you'll follow me anyway!" Ricky flirted, softening his dark eyes to something more innocent and doe-like.

"I never took you for a blushing bride, Love" Tinsley mused, putting his hand ontop of Ricky's. "I never took you for a gullible man" Ricky replied, grabbing Tinsley by the collar and pulling him into a passionate kiss. The Detective leaned further in and wrapped his arms around Ricky's waist.

Ricky pulled back momentarily for a breath (not that he particularly minded, choking was rather a preference of his) the 'innocent' act replaced with a lustful smirk, "You still want that drink, hun?"
"Oh yes", Tinsley mumbled breathily in response, leaning in to kiss Ricky again.

Instead, Ricky opened his car door and got out, knowing it would rile up Tinsley.
"Oh, so that's how you're gonna jazz it" the taller man hummed, climbing out of the car.
"You'll have to catch me first Detective!", Ricky agreed with a smirk, "I would say I'm an easy case", he continued, walking up to the front door and slotting the key in, "But you haven't pinned anything down yet".
Tinsley leaned down and whispered into the smaller man's ear, "That's not what I remember, if I'm correct, last time you begged me to-"

Ricky cut him off sharply with a hiss, "You idiot- my mom's in there, save it till we get to my room!"
Tinsley chuckled, noticing the blush rise in Ricky's face.

The pair crept along the halls of the residence, Ricky pointing out the creaky planks to Tinsley, who largely avoided them. Ricky pushed open the small door that lead to the kitchen.

"Your coat, sir" Ricky imitated, pulling Tinsley's jacket from him, stealing his hat and hanging them on the hook on the back of the door.
"Why thank you, Jeeves, I'll have a glass of scotch if it's not too much trouble" Tinsley drawled in his best posh accent.
"Nice, the glasses are on the side, pour me one too- off you pop!" Ricky laughed, breaking the act.