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[David has a brief Moment when Wade walks in looking like his ex-flame Jake, but it's definitely not a bad look on him, and his grin is interrupted by open-mouthed surprise when he's presented with a bouquet of purple Calla lilies.]

For little old me? [He takes the flowers and inclines his cheek, angling for a kiss, before taking a whiff of the blooms' delicate scent.] Thank you, they're beautiful.

[At the mention of his shirt, David glances downward, and his smile turns a little try.]

It was definitely an inspired purchase. But to be clear, I'd wear this even if I didn't sometimes transform into a massive cat centaur.

Yeah? I was thinking it'd look better on my floor.

[ Which is another way of saying David looks hot. The flowers are his romantic apology for putting David through his own personal hell with all that handfasting talk. Wade leans in and gives David a kiss on his proffered cheek, but he ends up holding it there for way too long, coupled with a long and exaggerated hum. Mwah. ]

Is it weird that I always feel a little drunk around you?

[ He slides into the seat across from David, reaching over the table to take his hand. He double-takes at the pitcher, as if he didn't notice it on the way over. ]

Oh! That's why!

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We—well, yeah, obviously. [Momentarily caught off-guard, David recovers quickly enough, his hand playfully shoving Wade's face away from him as he smacks a big, unnecessarily-long smooch on his stubbly cheek. Truthfully, he's glad for just...the reassurance of it, the extra attention he knows Wade is paying him to make up for the whole handfasting thing. He grips Wade's hand a little tighter before he lets go, just to let him know he appreciates it.]

No, not weird at all. The feeling's mutual.

[As if on cue, he pushes a glass of mimosa towards Wade with his index finger.]

Mmhmm. Catch up, sweetie, come on.

[ Wade lifts his glass as thanks and then, like a classic bitch he's not, starts to down the whole drink. Because baby told him to. It is good, though, at least that's what he communicates through a few hums of approval. ]

On an empty stomach, too. Hope this means you plan on taking advantage of me later.

[ Swirling the very last sip at the bottom of his glass, he slides it aside, near the pitcher and drums his fingers on the table. ]

What are we drinking to, anyway? [ Wade, ever reckless with his mouth, blurts out: ] I'm pretty sure our 6-month anniversary is next month.

[ You bet your ass he's been tracking it. ]

[He wasn't quite intending for Wade to chug the whole glass, but he doesn't stop him, either, burying his nose in his flowers again with his eyes on his boyfriend across the table. He sets the bouquet carefully aside, laid across his jacket, and then arches a brow at Wade.]

Well now I'm going to. [He reaches across the table, his be-ringed fingers catching Wade's drumming on the top. David opens his mouth to make up some witty toast off the top of his head, but Wade blurting out the next part stops him in his tracks. Not in a bad way; his mouth slowly opens, the math he's doing written across his face.]

...Holy shit. You're right. That's...wow. [Easy to lose track of time, he guesses, when you're in a place with an entirely different calendar.]

Well, congratulations, babe. You're officially my longest relationship on record.

[ Wade covers the hand David uses to smother his drumming and leans a little more in David's direction. ]

Longest? Wow.

[ And with him, of all people. Wade picks up David's hand and holds it between his. It still amazes him that he's somehow fallen in so deep, but the more he thinks about his time here, he can't imagine where he'd be if he hadn't met David. And naturally, saying that part out loud is hard. Clowning around is easy: ]

So glad that love potion worked! [ He gives a strained sigh, feeling a confused sensation of pressure squeezing in his chest and that delicious, melted chocolate feeling David inspires. ] Remind me to send that love guru quack a fruit basket.

What do you wanna do next month?

Uh, yes.

[His gaze rolls toward the ceiling, because it's fucking embarrassing to be a man in your thirties and have never dated anyone longer than a few months. Not that he thinks Wade is judging him, but....he's always kind of low-key worried people are judging him. It's instinct at this point.

Wade mentions a love potion, though, and David shoots him a skeptical look.]

I should have known you drugged me. [His fingers squeeze a little tighter, and he shrugs his shoulders.] I don't know, I didn't know I had anything to plan for. Any ideas?

How else was I supposed to land such a catch? Hook line and sinker, babe.

[ And like that, Wade feels the tension break. ]

A few. [ Some ideas bouncing around, but Wade is suddenly gripped with indecision, so he defaults to the wild and bizarre, which can seem odd to anyone from the outside looking in seeing as he's very intimately interlacing their fingers while he suggests in smoothly: ]

What are your thoughts on naked tandem jumping?

Mmm, pretty sure you did just fine on your own.

[David flips through the menu idly with his free hand, though his gaze is divided evenly between the brunch specials and Wade’s face. A knot forms in his brow.]

I don’t see that happening for me. But I was thinking...I’ve heard they have singing whales? That fly? Singing sky whales.

[It sounds absurd, but it also sounds fun. And romantic. Like a magic carpet ride, but instead of a carpet it’s a whale, and instead of Aladdin it’s his mutant assassin boyfriend.]

We could...check them out. If you want.

[ Wade's shoulders shake as he responds to that furrowed brow with a laugh, brief and amused. He finally lets go of his boyfriend's hand, but it's to open the menu and glance through it. He decides this sounds better than anything he can immediately come up with. ]

Singing sky whales, there's an idea — sounds cozy.

[ Wade instantly recalls the way the bonfires licked orange light against David's profile while he was costumed as Elton and he as Freddy Krueger. How his thighs felt as his hands melded over his kneecaps, his feelings alive with potential.

The day trip sounds... very romantic. ]

Is there nudity involved? [ Wade, please. ]

Very cozy. By the way, the hashbrowns here? To die for.

[Beneath the table, David's sneaker-clad foot reaches for Wade's. Just another little point of contact while their hands are otherwise occupied.]

Think that would constitute animal cruelty, sweetie. But...we could do drugs first. That would be kind of fun.

[ Wade flips through the menu, but he's spending a lot of time looking at David over the edge of it. It should come as no surprise considering how crazy he is about the fox. ]

I was kinda eyeing the stuffed french toast, but who am I to say no to some fried potato?

[ Feeling David's sneaker running up against his shoe, he plants his heel down and lifts his toe, slightly hiking up the edge of his pants, but only as far as slightly above his ankle. Still, it's playful and flirty. ]

Not a bad idea. [ He closes his menu, then tries to upset the balance by asking something provocative. ] Do anyone fun lately?

[What David says next is both unheard of and extremely, extremely brave of him.]

Let's order one of each and split them.

[That's #growth.

Below the table, he feels Wade's toe nudge up beneath the ankle of his pants. He smirks into his mimosa, and then snorts as Wade's question makes him laugh and nearly choke.]

Aha, wow. Um— yeah, actually. My friend Matt introduced me to his BDSM Zone a few weeks ago. Aaand Thor stopped by the other day.

[He looks very smug about that.]

Sounds like a plan. [ Wade responds without another glance at his menu, which he flicks over his shoulder. Thankfully, no one is in the booth behind him. But at the mention of his latest conquests, Wade's brows go up. ]

Mmm, Thor is quite the dreamboat. Me too, during that whole... weird frost thing.

[ He's not being sarcastic. ]

So, BDSM Matt has a whole zone? What's that like? Don't tell me that's all leather straps and clown porn.

Don't throw things! Were you raised in a barn? [David swats Wade's forearm with his own menu, before setting it aside. He can't take you anywhere, Wade Wilson.]

God, I know, right? He's so sweet, too, he was all like, [His voice drops and he adopts a semi-decent British accent,] I missed you and your perfect arse.

[David laughs, leaning back in the plush velvet booth, and sips his mimosa.]

Leather straps, yes. Clown porn, no. But he does have, like, every sex toy you could conceive of. Which is wild because he looks like a guy that works in an independent book store.

[ Chastised, and rightfully so, Wade glances around but can't seem to have the decency to look ashamed. He just winks at David instead. But it's what he says about Thor that gets him cracking up. ]

Hah! He's right, though. Your ass is simply...

[ He pinches the air with forefinger and thumb, kissing where they connect in what is affectionately known as the chef's kiss. As for BDSM Matt: ]

Even for me that sounds really excessive. What's the protocol for using that library of ding-dong accessories? Like, do you buy a new one every time or... do you just hope everyone's chill with it being sanitized first?

[ A couple at a table nearby slowly crane their necks in their direction... ]

[David's eyes roll heavenward, but he's smiling and not even trying to hide it. Wade's compliment earns him a stilted, fond] O-kay.

[He has to reach out across the table, too, and press two fingers over Wade's mouth, shaking with barely-restrained laughter.]

Indoor voices, sweetie. I didn't ask a whole lot of questions, but it all seemed pretty above-the-board.

[ His mouth turns into a kissing bow of his lips against those fingers, smooching them even as they try to silence his nonsense. He even goes so far as he catch that hand in his and kiss noisily into the well of his palm before he lifts away and answers him, pecking at his knuckles before letting go. ]

Yeah? So... that awaken something in you?

[ Asking for a friend. And by 'for a friend' he means what kinds of toys should he be on the lookout for the next time he goes shopping. ]

Or did you introduce something to him, like the sexy muse you are?

[David pretends to tolerate the PDA, by which I mean he enjoys it very much but pretends to only put up with it, because he is an actual cat. He wipes the slobber off his palm with a napkin, smirking to himself.]

Nothing that wasn't awakened long ago. But no, it was a good time. Lots of sensory play.

[He shivers slightly, remembering how Matt had started out by torturing him with ice cubes, letting them melt on his overheated skin and lapping up every puddle with his tongue. Whew.]

Reminded me of your little...zaps. [The electric touch Wade had treated him to during their weeklong BDSM foray. That was pretty damn good, too.]

[ Wade finds every moment of David's tolerance, including the wipe-down with his napkin, to be nothing short of dreamy. This is his boyfriend. Aloof, with exceedingly expensive tastes, hedonistic. He also smells really nice and feels even nicer. Thinking that there's someone else who is discovering all of those qualities in him he adores (not all mentioned here), makes him feel extra special. Because out of all the hotties in Noctium, he's his boyfriend. ]

I really need to bring those zaps back into rotation.

[ There is, however, a little... teensy-weensy part of him that feels somewhat competitive. Okay, maybe he needs to meet this guy. ]

...Hey, so. When do I get to meet BDSM Matt? [ A pause. ] Is that weird? Did I make it weird? [ And then, a little more quietly, more to himself: ] Do I want it to get weird?

Yes you do, [David agrees emphatically, his eyebrows springing to life. It's fun to tease each other like this, giving the other ideas for their next rendezvous. David props his chin in his hand, watching Wade talk himself in circles for a moment. Just because it's fun, and he's cute when he talks to himself like that.]

Not weird. You should definitely meet him. He's our kind of fun.

[As in, he's kind of slutty but has a heart of gold. David's pretty fond of him.]

[ Considering his gorgeous squeeze just left a kinky Yelp review about the guy, and Wade's recent obsession with handfasting, he's really feeling a lot of things at once. ]

Really? [ That's food for thought. Their kind of fun sounds promising. ] Maybe I will.

[ After taking a mental note, he realizes he should probably ask: ]

So how, uh... how close are you two? I mean, we have that whole... weird feedback thing when we're... [ Wade plugs a hole made with his fingers to indelicately imply sex. ] What's it like for you and BDSM Matt?

[Those eyebrows rise higher and higher the more Wade goes on. Kind of sounds like he's feeling some kind of way about it. Delicious. David smirks where he's propped in his palm.]

You know, if you're jealous you should just tell me.

[ Wade freezes. ]

I'm not jealous.

[ He sounds so guilty saying that, with so much hesitation, that there's no way he's being honest with himself. It's so painfully obvious that even Wade can't help but comment, even to his own detriment. ]

Maybe, maybe a little jealous.

[ Now we're getting somewhere. ]

Just a little?

[The admission seems to break David's smirk; his expression softens a bit as he reaches across the table for Wade's hand. He knows it shouldn't make him feel good to know Wade is jealous of his other partners, but it's...nice. To have someone care that much.]

Come on, now. What it's like with you isn't like anyone else. What we have is... [His eyes roll as he searches for the right words.] Beyond.

[Ew that sounds so cringy but it's true so he'll stand by it.]

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