Fresh Meat

The Date (Part 1)

No warnings, mostly fluff.

Happy New Year everyone!!

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Okay. This was happening.

Bob had just opened the diner after leaving his house early to get the bouquet and to prep some food. He had an assortment of flowers because he didn't know which one you liked and he prepared "pork" lung, only knowing you liked lung because of what he saw last night. Anyway, he was prepared, he was even practicing his lines and everything to ask you out properly!

He just didn't expect you to arrive so soon.

So, he just- asked. He blurted the question out bashfully and then turned away out of embarrassment, his smile faltering, you deserved to be asked better!

When he realized you didn't answer him yet, he was a bit hurt, thinking you didn't want to. He really wanted you to be his, out of your own volition. He didn't want to force you, not unless he needed to.

So when he turned back to you, his eyes widened as he saw you looking up at him with the biggest smile you've ever had on your face. He can see the tears glistening in your eyes as your hands tremble, holding onto your gifts delicately. He watches as you utter out his name, "Bob...", as if it's the most precious thing you could ever speak.

And somehow, he knew what you're answer was going to be.

His smile returned full-force, soft and sweet, just like you. "Yes, sweet pea?" He responds, tilting his head the way you like it. You giggle as you look at the bouquet, bringing it up to your face and smelling it. Your smile is soft as the tears stick to your eyelashes. To Bob, you look like you're glowing.

You turn your face to him as you whisper the answer to his question, the answer you both want. "It's a date."

You put your gifts down and give him a hug, a soft and gentle one. Bob leans down, resting his chin on your head as he did many times. The contact makes you fluster despite how much you both did this before, perhaps it's because of your newfound feelings? Either way, it makes you bury your face deep into his chest as you try to stop the heat flowing into your cheeks. You can hear Bob give a husky chuckle and squeeze him tighter in response.

"Well, aren't ya just adorable..." Bob mutters, and before he can stop himself, he presses a kiss to your head. It was just as gentle and loving as he did before, not that you knew that. You freeze, not knowing what to do. Bob tenses, oh shit. Was that too much too soon? God, he should've taken things slower. He really wanted to do that, though.

Before he can think any further, you take your face out of his chest. You don't pull away, no, you don't leave his arms. He's turned away from you, a nervous frown on his face.  You put a hand on his cheek, making him face you. His eyes sparkle as they look at you, behold you. It makes you smile as you bring him closer, and closer. His eyes are half-lidded as he's being drawn in, your lips look super soft right now.

You're both an inch apart, just a bit closer and...

You smirk as you turn his lips away from yours, pecking him on the cheek.

He looks back at you, looking shocked and a bit betrayed. You wave your finger in front of his face as you tut, "Nuh-uh! Save it for the date mister." You put your index finger on his lips, pushing him back. He smirks at your playful attitude, your cheeks are ten times hotter now. He returns it with, "So after the date, I can kiss ya anywhere I want?" He challenges, grabbing your hand and kissing the palm, his other hand is on your waist.

You were totally red.

You turn away from him, missing the way his eyes soften again. God, he loves you so so much.