Body Language. Queen

Just A Dream.

Freddie's P.O.V.

Rather than being sat opposite each other like we had been during the meal that literally consisted of 12 tiny plates of food each and every one being delicious...we were now sat in the Rivoli Bar, but not opposite each other anymore, but next to each other.

Oh, big deal, Freddie. It's not like it's any different, he's only closer to you, close enough to be able to feel his warmth and smell his fresh and strong cologne drifting from his neck. Close enough to...to touch him. Discreetly...hardly at all. But just a little. Just an accidental on purpose hand on the seat where his leg is. Just, you know...not really anything at all.

"Your drinks, gentlemen." A smartly dressed barman delivered our cocktails to our table and wandered off again.

Brian tutted, "Yours looks better than mine." He joked, chuckling.

Both beverages were in ridiculously fancy glassware I was scared to touch it in case it might smash to smithereens.
But I took a sip, letting out an evil laugh and a wicked grin once I'd tasted the liquid, "Oh, that is dangerous!" I said excitedly.

I watched Brian taste his and grinned widely as his eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers and he smacked his lips, shuddering a little, "Good god..." he giggled.

"Try this." I slid my drink over to him and he slid his over to me, we exchanged tastes, both pulling faces and grinning at how potent these drinks were.

"You might have to carry me home by the end of this, Fred. I'll be on the floor." He laughed.

"Make that two of us! Could you imagine us both trollied and not being able to get home?" I laughed loudly.

"That would just be our luck. That would happen." He shook his head.

We were quiet for a long moment, letting the alcohol slip down our throats perhaps a little too easily, my personal vision hazing a little.

I was looking out of the window when I suddenly felt Brians hand squeezing my thigh, I jumped, turning to him to see him smiling the most adorable and sincere smile, he may have been a little drunk but I was still obsessed.

"Can we promise each other something?" He slurred a little.

I nodded.

"If we're going to carry this on...lets promise not to talk about the other people we've been with." He rested his head on his hand, somehow we'd managed to sit even closer together, our legs were touching.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows but smiled at his genius idea, "Of course, Brian. That's a brilliant idea."

"Because I know it just makes us argue. It's never really us that makes us argue...it's always other people coming between us."

Clever bastard.
But that was like a light had just been switched on, he was right. Okay, we had the odd little tiff but the major arguments were always channeled by other people...Charlie, Rory...apart from the argument in Scotland but that was still something to do with Charlie.

"I've never thought of it like that..." I whispered.

"I have...so, if we don't talk about them, pretend they never existed...neither of us have any competition...we have nobody to compare to if they just...disappear...it'll be like starting fresh in terms of ever being in a relationship. That's what you want..." he was looking into my eyes so intently as if trying to read what I was thinking.

All I could do was nod, it was what I wanted and it was what I wanted to do. I wanted to devote myself to him and pretend like my wild sex raged past never happened, that Charlie or Rory never existed and neither of them ever came between us. That we somehow met one day, decided to go on a little date and then...well, we'll see.