"Eyes up, Egerton"
"Mmmm, yeah." Taron agreed with you despite not hearing a word you were saying. "What?" He asked as his gaze eventually returned to yours.
"What." You hmphed. "Exactly that. I knew I should have worn a different top."
"Sorry." His apology fell fast but the smile which danced across his lips as he said it told an entirely different story. He wasn't sorry at all. "I'm listening, I promise."
"Listening and paying attention are still two different things, it's in one ear and out the other with you. Making for a great date night."
"It's been a long day for me and I'm just... easily distracted." He rested his chin against his fist on the table as he looked again at the teasing line of your cleavage, following it right down to the tiny bow in the centre of your bra that had snuck into view above the neckline of your top.
"I can tell." You rolled your eyes.
"Hey, don't get all sulky on me now. Distracted minds can also be making great plans..."
"Alright, let's leave now and get this over and done with. That way you can still get an early night."
"You have no faith, do you?"
"Not really." You laughed as you picked up your clutch bag and left the bar hand in hand with Taron.
You weren't really that annoyed with him. A year and a half of dating him had shown you pretty much every side to him there was. He'd been working long hours the last week as the end of his next film shoot was approaching so you hadn't had high hopes of your date night even going ahead. Taron wasn't the sort to let anyone down though. If he gave you his word he meant it, and this date night had been scheduled in way back when he got the shooting dates confirmed so he'd refused to cancel it.
"Sorry if tonight wasn't what you had in mind." He lifted your hand to his lips and placed a soft kiss to the back of it as you walked around the corner to your shared London town house.
"It's fine, just nice to spend some time with you again." You smiled back to him.
"Two more weeks to go and then I'm back here for longer than a night."
"That's all I want." You pulled yourself in against his side and left a kiss upon his cheek.
"Oh, so you won't be wanting the little date night present I bought you? Okay." He teased you deliberately.
"Hey!" You pouted. "I never said that."
"Which do you want more?"
"You. Obviously."
"Good, because your present is kinda more for when I'm away."
"Oh?" You replied casually, despite the idea of a sex toy dropping straight to the front of your mind. "So I'm not allowed it tonight?"
"We'll see." Taron stayed tight lipped as he unlocked the front door.
"So where is it?"
"That's for me to know." He laughed softly.
"Come on you can't tell me you've bought me a present and then not give it to me... you know what I'm like, I'll turn this place upside down in search of it." You backed into the living room and spotted the jacket Taron had arrived in earlier left on the end of the sofa. You kept watching his face as you lifted it up and ran your hand down the material to feel for anything that might be hiding in his pockets.
"Now who's the impatient one? Come here." He reached out for your hand and then led you up the stairs to your bedroom, pushing open the door gently before stepping aside and ushering you in ahead of him. "I'll narrow it down to one room for you, but you don't have long."
