Date #1 (original) (raw)

Tristan had made his reservations at a restaurant he frequented. A small Italian restaurant which was smaller than most and far more intimate, he only ever took a person there if he happened to be serious about the whole affair.

His car drew to a stop in front of Galahad's house and Tristan stepped out of it before he turned his attention to straightening his clothes. He was wearing a pitch black suit that was made from the finest material and had been made for him so it hugged his body like a second skin.

His hair was neat and he looked the picture of elegance. He paused for a moment to look up at the house before he took a deep breath and walked to the door. He pressed his finger over the doorbell. God, it had been such a long time since he had done this.

Galahad and Gawain both stared at the door at the sound of the bell ringing. "Well?" Gawain urged. "Go on your date! Have fun!" He put on a stern face. "And Galahad? Have safe sex."

Galahad smacked him in the arm. "I hate you," he whined, descending the stairs and opening the door, taking more than a good moment to take in Tristan's appearance.

"Hi," he greeted breathlessly. "You look...amazing."

Tristan smiled slightly. "It's about time." He turned the car down another small street and continued along it. They weren't very far from the restaurant now.

Galahad shrugged. "I just didn't want to be there with Angelina hovering around you all the time," he explained with a small, half-hearted laugh. "But I suppose it's safe again."

He reached over, gently and absently caressing Tristan's neck with his fingers, as though that was the right thing to do.

"She narrowly avoided being shot by a ..stray arrow." Tristan murmured with a slight smirk. He fought hard to keep his focus on the road instead of on Galahad's fingers.

He really didn't understand how this had happened, how he had fallen into something so comfortable. He had sworn he would never, not after the last time, but he couldn't help himself.

Eventually he pulled the car to a stop in front of the restaurant. "We're here."

Tristan did just that, he spoke in dulcet tones, the Italian seeming to roll easily and effortlessly off his tongue. The waiter now nodded his head and hurried off to give their order to the chef.

He leaned back into his chair and sipped at his wine as he watched Galahad. It was strange how life changed and surprised you.

Galahad glanced back, taken by surprise that Tristan was watching him. He laughed softly. "What are you looking at?" he teased, goosebumps arising on his arms at the sound of Tristan ordering in Italian.

He leaned in. "You know," he started in a confiding tone. "I'm going to be living dangerously now that I'm dating you," he whispered with a smirk. "Everyone will want me out of the picture."

Tristan finished up his own food and then laughed at Galahad's comment. "Always a good thing especially for smaller restaurants."

He leaned in and licked away a small bit of juice that was left near the corner of Galahad's mouth before finally resting back into his seat. He took a few sips from his glass and finished his wine.

Shivers sprinted down Galahad's spine as Tristan leaned in and licked at his mouth and he felt himself getting a little hard. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as he dabbed his napkin at his lips and placed it atop the table, drinking the rest of his wine.

He began to dig out his wallet. "Don't even try and refuse my money," he warned without looking up.

"I'm not going to bite," Tristan responded before he smirked and lowered his voice. "Unless you ask."

He chuckled softly and lifted an arm to settle it across Galahad's shoulders. "I'm fine with touching, I just haven't wanted anyone to do it in a while."

Galahad chuckled. "I don't know, you could be wanting to take this slow and not have any of that touching stuff until date three," he remarked, settling in against Tristan's side as they walked along slowly.

"And I like biting," he grinned mischievously, disappointed as they'd come to Tristan's car.

Tristan simply chuckled softly before he pulled his keys from his pocket. "I'll certainly bear that in mind."

He switched the alarm off on his car and glanced over his shoulder at Galahad. "And I think we've known one another long enough for touching." Which was true given how long Galahad had been Tristan's aide.

Tristan turned around a corner and nodded his head. "I know but.." He glanced over at Galahad. "I think it would be worth waiting for and I wouldn't want to disappoint as it has been a while."

Galahad nodded. "I understand," he remarked and let comfortable silence take the next few seconds. "You'll walk me in though, yes?" he teased hopefully, wanting at least a good kiss or three to seal the evening in all its goodness.

"I see no problem with that." Tristan commented as he continued driving towards Galahad's home. It didn't take very long until they were back at the house and Tristan was stepping out of the car.