Desire

Part 4 - earn it

**NOTE** This chapter does NOT contain smut.

requested in response to "desire" + "desire part 2" + "desire part 3"

Word count: 964

Not an established relationship Fem!readerXtamaki

Summary: Tamaki gets you to go out to dinner with him and see if you guys actually get along.

Includes: mostly plot/conversation

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This time you don't have high hopes for him. You change after your shift into a nice dress you find in your locker. You let your hair fall in soft waves around your face and wipe off most of your makeup.

"You look nice". Vicky's getting unready as well.

"Thank you Vicky". You slip on some earrings and a pair of reasonably elevated heels.

"Got a hot date? Or is it scum-of-the-earth loverboy again"? She eyes you warily because she already knows the answer.

"Look, I know you don't like him but I want to give him another chance". You examine your face in the mirror.

"He doesn't even know your name", she says, her tone of voice exuding distrust.

"And yet he still wants to pay for my dinner". You look her in the eye, smirking.

"Just be careful alright"? She side-eyes you and you nod reassuringly.

"Of course Vicky", you reply, your voice softening. You tuck his tie into your purse along with his one hundred dollar bill and leave the dressing room.

He's there. You sigh inwardly, walking over to him. He's already looking at you, leaning against the wall, hands shoved deep into his pockets.

"You look good in everything don't you"? He smiles at you as you approach.

"Oh, you flatter me", you joke, letting him open the door for you.

"Are you allowed to tell me your name now"? He looks at you, a hint of nervousness in his eyes. You let out a soft laugh.

"Sure sweetheart. It's y/n".

"Y/n", he says slowly, feeling your name on his tongue. "A pretty name too", he murmurs and you smile to yourself.

His car is a '65 Chevrolet impala. Naturally. You thank him when he opens the door for you and ask him where he plans to take you.

The restaurant is nice. Too nice almost.

"I feel like I'm underdressed", you mutter to Tamaki after the waiter hands you both a drinks menu with a three hundred dollar bottle of wine listed as a 'customer favorite'.

"Y-you're the prettiest girl here", he reassures.

"Mhm. By the way Tamaki, what do you do for work"? You look at him expectantly and he averts his eyes for a second.

"I-I'm- a hero. A pro-hero".

You raise an eyebrow.

"I'm starting my own agency soon actually", he smiles, a dreamy look on his features.

"Oh yeah? That's really cool, Tamaki". You look at him, beaming. It makes sense that he would be late in his line of work. "So that night-"

He nods. "Some bank robbery. Stupid really. I- I should've just given it to an intern", he laughs. When Tamaki laughs he's gorgeous. All white teeth and smile lines. It's a sight you want to remember for a long time.

"Very noble", you smirk, running a heeled foot up the inside of his leg underneath the table. He nods, blushing.

"What about you"? Tamaki, struggling to keep his composure realizes, stupidly, he already knows what you do for work.

"I'm a stripper sweetheart", you whisper with a giggle. Tamaki blushes profusely, taking a sip of his water to calm down.

"When- uh- when did you start"? He recovers, leaning forward a bit, genuinely curious. It's refreshing.

"Five years now. I pay for college with it. I'm graduating next year", you explain proudly.

"What's your degree"? Tamaki runs a slender finger over the rim of his glass.

"Finance", you smirk at his surprised expression. "What? Did ya think strippers only studied communications or something"?

He looks flustered. "N-no I- uh- no. I just didn't expect you-"

"To be smart"? You attempt to finish his thought. He lowers his eyebrows at you.

"No", he says slowly. "I thought you studied stem actually. My money was on math". You blush, flattered.

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The food arrives. It's delicious because why would it be anything less? Tamaki is perfectly charming: a gentleman.

"I just have one question", your fingers fold and unfold the napkin on your lap.

"How did you ask for me? At the club today".

He looks sheepish immediately. "The sassy one with pretty eyes", he says simply and you laugh.

"Really"?

And he nods, ears blushing.

"You're cute", you say, your fingers meeting at the middle of the table. There's a real candle lit in the center of the tablecloth and it's dim in the restaurant. The slow music seeps into your veins and you can't help but feel like a bit of a romantic.

"I'm sorry I stood you up y/n", Tamaki says seriously, nervous fingertips playing with yours.

"It was pretty shitty of you", you admit. He licks his bottom lip and nods.

Tamaki has a secret. All night, in this fancy-pants restaurant he's taken you to, he cannot stop thinking about what you looked like earlier in your indigo lingerie. It's bad, he knows, because it's keeping him permanently needy it seems like. He's impressed by your pursuit of higher education and how funny and humble you are. But he can't stop thinking about how you look when you're almost naked.

As he drives you home he finally works up the courage to ask for your number again.

"Ok. I'll give it to you". You oblige and then giggle at the relieved look on his face. When he pulls up in front of your house you type your number into his phone. He's watching you. Rather he's watching your lips. You lick them for the fun of it and to see the way he swallows around nothing.

"Do you want to come upstairs"? You ask quietly, fearing rejection the split second before Tamaki starts nodding.

"Y-yes. Sure". He stumbles over his words, trying not to let on how much he's wanted to hear those words leave your mouth as he opens the car door for you.