The restaurant was even better than he'd imagined! Classier than Pinky's usual choice of eatery, which was hardly ever anything other than Denny's or a fast food chain, but still decently below Brain's typical high-brow establishments. So the lanky mouse deemed it a compromise! And they even gave him a kids' menu when he asked for one! And it came with crayons! So thoughtful of them.

Beaming as he looked around where they were sitting, he turned his attention to his husband and clasped his hands together. "Remember our very first date ever, Brain? With the soggy carrots and the stringy cheese? Oh, it was lovely. Poit. Well, until we got thrown out the door, but even that was fun!" Though to be quite honest, he'd been quite unsure of what to do. All the magazines said to talk about your interests on first dates, but Brain said not to talk about taking over the world at all! It was very mixed messages. At least it all worked out in the end though!

"Yes, Pinky, I remember." Brain scowled slightly. They'd ended up in a giant pile of mashed potatoes by the end of the night, but Pinky had been sweet enough to give him a crown to make him feel better about their disaster of an evening.

"And now we live happily married after!" he cheered. But it wasn't the end yet because Brain still needed to take over the world and get them their magical castle. Still, they were close! Married was most of the happy ending already.

"Yes, we do." And it was rather enjoyable to be married, really. Pinky was a wonderful partner, romantically if not mentally. He looked up at him, smiling slightly. He was also gorgeous, whatever his state of dress. "Are you getting the mac'n'cheese?"

Pinky gasped, blue eyes going wide as he leaned forward. "How'd you guess?" Sometimes he forgot what a clever mind reader his darling chubby hubby was.

"We'll say it was a very lucky guess." And over a year in this mouse's presence. While The Brain couldn't always predict his friend's responses, he could certainly predict his eating habits. He even knew which foot Pinky habitually skipped with first. "Water to drink," he added, skimming his menu. "And we'll share a sundae after."

"Mmmm!" Pinky rubbed his tummy, licking his lips only a little so not to smudge his lipstick. "Sundae and sharing!" Two in one! And he was interested in seeing if both led to what had occurred earlier when Pinky coaxed Brain to share his ice cream. He giggled and bat his lashes, folding his hands in his lap like a lady. "What are you gonna get, Brain? Besides me, of course. Troz!"

His fingers tightened on the menu halfway through flipping the page and his gaze flicked up, the beginnings of a blush creeping into his cheeks. "Pinky! You shouldn't mention... things like that in a public venue."

"But Brain, it's not like anyone's listening. Except the light fixture." He pointed up, sparing it a passing glance before trying to get a better view of Brain's blush. "But he doesn't judge."

"I realize that, Pinky." There was little point in explaining that the light fixture couldn't hear them; Pinky would get him sidetracked by irritating him with his conviction that it could. "I also realize that fellow diners are engaged in their own conversational topics, but those activities still shouldn't be brought up. Of course I'm going to have you," he added in a low, muttering grumble, "but that's private business."

Pinky blinked several times, his mouth forming a little 'o'. "Private. Oh, so like a secret?" He liked secrets! Well, as long as he knew what the secret was. Secrets between him and Brain were great fun! It was like they were trying to be undercover secret spies!

"Yes, precisely. A secret. Now behave yourself accordingly." Brain looked back at the menu, finally getting the page turned, and scanned its seafood selection until he found a filet he liked the sound of.

Behave himself. Right. Brain wouldn't take him out on lots more dates if he didn't behave himself! Egad, that would be terrible. So he distracted himself with his crayons while Brain read the menu, coloring on his own. The red one reminded him of Brain's red blushy cheeks which reminded him of love things, so he decided to draw them doing love things! Sticking his tongue out in severe concentration, because this was an important drawing, Pinky carefully drew a non-lopsided circle. Perfect! Brain's chubby head! Now for the rest of them, zounds, this was gonna be hard. Oh, and which one should go on top? They switched so often. Well, Brain could be on top with him inside. Compromise!

Satisfied that Pinky had busied himself with something harmless, Brain placed their orders with the waitress. "You want the whole order?" she clarified, which was mildly annoying.

"Of course." His ears flattened a bit, eyes narrowing. "Why?"

"Well, you guys are... kinda small."

"Actually, we are two lab mice who are taking a break from world domination to indulge in a date night."

The girl stared at him for a minute before nodding slowly. Why did she always get customers with weird senses of humor? At least his date was pretty. "Right. I'll be right back with your drinks."

Brain passed over his menu, scowling at the waitress as she walked away. Tomorrow night, they'd have to get right back to their plans. Humans were too foolish to be in control.

Pinky paused in his drawing to wave bye-bye to their waitress, then went right back to it. He was putting little hearts around them, to show that it was love things. He'd had to color them yellow because he already used a bunch of red in replace of pink, since the restaurant just didn't have their priorities straight. Pink was a very important color to have in one's repertoire of crayons! It was the color of his lovely, chubby hubby's darling eyes.

Speaking of, he hadn't looked at them in a whole minute. Pinky lifted his head to smile at Brain, some of his curls spilling over his shoulder. "Poit. Thank you so much for the date, Brain! I'm drawing you a picture as a present." Because that suddenly seemed like a great way to thank him!

"You're welcome, Pinky. It's..." Brain looked back at him, tongue tied for a moment. This particular brunette wig was truly his favorite, the tumbled curls... They were enticing. The lipstick was a light shade, but it was just enough to draw attention to his lips and make the megalomaniac want to go over and give his mouth attention. He cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away to look into his eyes. They were the worst - bright and shining and just beautiful - but at least he had to deal with those on a daily basis. He had more practice resisting them. "A picture?"

Nodding, the curls bounced, along with the rest of him as he was very excited to give it to him. But it wasn't ready yet. He needed to be a teapot and wait until it was perfect. He'd been practicing his demure smiles in the mirror, because it seemed appropriate when he dressed up as a lovely lady, so tried one on Brain, batting his lashes. It already looked like Brain was ogling him anyway, and wasn't that a wonderful feeling! With a giggle, he tossed his hair over one shoulder and twisted his green crayon between his hands. What could he make green? Oh, their bed! Brilliant!

Blushing lightly, Brain fidgeted with his jacket to give his hands something to do. At the moment, he couldn't decide if the distance between them was a good thing or not. On the one hand, he wanted to touch. On the other... he really wanted to touch. "Of?" He glanced up as the water was set before them, each glass with a very long, bendy straw.

"Of us, of course! It's a love picture," he laughed, taking the bendy straw in hand and then taking a sip of his water, stretching his mouth to be sure not to smudge the lipstick. He tended to forget and did that a lot. Especially on straws.

His ears perked up because he was clearly misunderstanding. Pinky wouldn't... They were in a restaurant! "A... love picture?"

"Mm-hm!" Pinky let go of the straw and pointed at his kids' menu-crayon picture. "A love picture! With hearts and a bed and everything! Narf!"

Of course he would. It was Pinky. Brain made his way across the table to look, cheeks bright red. His squiggles were vaguely discernible, and it didn't help that he knew Pinky and his artistic abilities enough to be able to tell what was going on. It gave him pleasant ideas for later that were highly inappropriate for the moment. "You're not supposed to draw... those activities. At least not in a public place." On the back of a childrens' menu.

Pinky blinked at him. "Wuh... why not, Brain?" Tilting his head to the side, he glanced around them briefly. "I know love things are private, but this is a private picture. No one can see. And if they tried, I'd do this," he hastily covered up it with his body, laying his front half on the table. "See?"

"Yes, but the point remains." Brain caught himself running a hand down Pinky's back, drew it away quickly and cleared his throat again. "Private means private, Pinky. Now don't lie over it like that; it looks rather suspicious."

"Are you sure it's not just 'cause you like the view?" He felt his hand, he could see the glimmer Brain tried to hide in his eyes. Pinky giggled and wiggled while watching him, making a kissy face at him.

"Pinky, stop that. You are not to attempt any sort of," he looked around, lowered his voice to a whisper, "seduction while we're in public. You know better." Because, yes, he did like the view. And Pinky's wiggling, as well as the subject of his drawing and his expression, was certainly effective.

Blue eyes shone innocently. "What if I don't? Poit. I am stupid, Brain." But he sat up nonetheless, if only to walk his fingers up Brain's arm. "I don't always know what's in-a-peach-pit and what's not."

"Inappropriate, Pinky. The word is inappropriate and you know very well that you're behaving as such right now. We're at a restaurant and haven't even received our food yet." If he weren't hungry, he'd be more tempted to take it to go and satisfy another hunger entirely. He grabbed Pinky's hand, stopping his touches. "Now stop."

Pinky pouted, but lowered his hand obediently. "Oh, you're no fun, Brain. We're on a date, why can't we be lovey-dovey googly-eyed?" Other couples held hands and kissed and made silly faces in public. His lip jutted out a little more. "Can I at least get a kiss? Please?"

The Brain sighed, cheeks tinting. "Well... Yes. One kiss and then I'm returning to my seat." He lifted his hands to his cheeks, the blush deepening a little. "You really are lovely," he murmured before brushing their lips together briefly.

"You're lovely too." His own cheeks colored with happiness and he gave Brain a quick nuzzle before pulling away. "Thank you, Brain. And sorry for drawing the picture. I thought you'd like it, and I just can't help thinking about it." He wound some of the wig's hair around his finger. "You're always in my head and sometimes it just makes my tummy all flittery and my heart all fluttery and the love things just keep popping up like daisies. Only as pictures."

Brain adjusted his jacket, averting his gaze momentarily. "Pinky... I never said I didn't like it." He looked back, bumping their noses together. "Our love things are in my head as well, but we can act on our thoughts later."

"Promise?" Pinky snuck in another quick kiss. Just because two was better than one. And then another, because three strikes, you're out. Oh, but that wasn't a good thing. Maybe he should make it four.

Brain took care of it for him, sinking into the kiss this time. The light kisses simply weren't enough to satisfy, yet somehow managed to fog his mind. "I promise," he murmured against his lips, lapped at them warmly to encourage their parting. Just one deep kiss and he could return to his seat.

Pinky eagerly allowed Brain's tongue into his mouth, his own ready to play and tangle as he hummed with approval, wrapping his arms around his husband's shoulders. This would count as eleven kisses, it was so good.

Breaking the kiss regretfully once he needed air, Brain nuzzled him gently and lessened the grip he'd had on his husband's dress. "Pinky," he murmured, staying close, "it's far too difficult to resist you when you dress like this for me."

"Good thing you don't have to," he purred, rubbing their noses together as his gaze turned half-lidded. "Narf."

"Until we return to the lab, I do." He pressed a kiss between his eyes, giving himself a moment to get his bearings. Still in public. Brain leaned back, tapped a finger to Pinky's lips. "You may want to freshen your lipstick. It seems to have disappeared."

Pinky had leaned after him, still making bedroom eyes at him (though how eyes could be a room was beyond him), until he mentioned his lipstick. Blinking the haze out of his eyes, he touched his lips curiously as if that would reveal to him that his lipstick was indeed gone. "Poit. Oh, that always happens! I don't think it likes my lips very much," he sighed, digging through his handbag for the sample size tube of lipstick he carried with him when he was a lady. Propping up his spoon to be like a mirror, albeit an upside down mirror, he carefully relined his lips with the pale pink and smacked them together a couple times.

Brain used his distraction to return to his own seat, deciding that the distance was necessary for the time being. When they were sharing their dessert, he'd have no choice but to sit nearby, so he'd stay away while he could. Just looking at Pinky like this caused enough of a stir in his gut. Only his husband managed to pull off this odd combination of sweet and enticing. "I believe it's a typical issue with make-up, my dear."

"Well, it needs to stop it." Pinky placed his hands on his hips once he'd properly fixed everything. He put his lipstick away, smoothed down his dress and fluffed up his hair. "I want to look extra pretty for you on our date, and make-up's important. All the magazines say so. Troz."

Because magazines were run by such brilliant people. ...Though he did appreciate any sort of advice that would convince Pinky to look like this. "You excel at pretty, Pinky." He took a sip from his straw, trying not to outright ogle his husband.

Pinky beamed, clapping his hands to his quickly reddening cheeks. Swaying side to side he laughed, "Oh, Brain, you're making me feel all gushy!" Praise, especially praise because of being pretty, always did that to him.

That never seemed to be difficult to do, which was always a bit of a balm to his ego. Brain privately enjoyed knowing he could please his husband so easily, easily ignoring the fact that a stray button could since his pride was in the balance. "It's simply a fact, dear." His ears perked a little when they were served. It was one step closer to returning to the lab.

"Thank you!" Pinky called out to the waitress, waving after she asked if they needed anything else. Yummy, macaroni and cheese! Oh, it looked and smelled quite delicious! And that meant it was closer to ice cream time. Which meant it was closer to love things time. Smiling to himself, he picked up his fork and looked over at his husband. "Cheers! Zort."

Brain gave his plate a cursory study and nodded to himself, unable to find something to complain about for the moment. He flicked his attention back to his cagemate, bit back the smile that wanted to form. So excited about something as simple as macaroni and cheese. "Cheers, Pinky."

He tried not to eat too quickly, but his eagerness combined with the tasty food had him shoveling down forkfuls in a manner that wasn't at all ladylike. He seemed to recall that when he narrowly missed getting cheese sauce in his wig. Brushing his curls aside and smiling sheepishly over at his husband, Pinky started eating more delicately. Ladies didn't make messes, after all.

The megalomaniac only rolled his eyes, used to him. The food was far better here than it had been on that first date; this was actually edible. "Remember to save room for dessert, Pinky." Which he was feeling more comfortable about after his companion's excitable eating habits had settled his jittery system, the mild disgust balancing the prickling arousal. "We would both prefer it if you didn't make yourself ill."

"Of course, Brain, the ice cream's the best part." Pinky dabbed at his lips with a napkin, smiling at his lover knowingly. It wasn't just the ice cream that made it the best part. "How do you like your food, love?"

The smile tried to unbalance him, so he dropped his gaze and nibbled at his fish. He was tempted to ignore his own advice and just eat all of it, the waitress's comments about them needing smaller portions still in the back of his mind. "It's surprisingly good. You chose a fine restaurant, Pinky."

Pinky puffed out his chest in pride, a pleased glow about his cheeks. "Narf! Hooray! I did something right," he laughed, clapping his hands together. It wasn't often that his choices turned out so well. Most of the time they exploded. He took another bite of his food, then set his fork aside. He did want to save room for the ice cream after all. Oh, fun-fun silly-willy! Ice cream twice in one night!

"Yes, you did." Brain plucked up the little dessert menu and took it over to his husband. "We'll see if your good choices continue. Since desserts are one of your fortes, select the one you'd like to share."

Beaming, he gratefully took the little menu and propped it up. "Mmmm..." He tapped his chin thoughtfully, eyes scanning the descriptions and the occasional picture of yummy delicious ice cream treats. Something both he and Brain would love... oh, well, that wasn't hard for him. He loved all the ice cream! But Brain had preferences... ohhhhh. "How about this one, Brain? It has lots of flavors!" Including more strawberry! His tail wagged happily as he pointed to the picture of the banana split. And split meant share in another language! It was perfect!

Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. Brain gave Pinky a sidelong look, reaching out to give his side a pat. He made a mental note to leave the rest of the decisions for the evening to himself, statistically configuring the odds that Pinky's streak would continue. They were too low for his liking. "Alright, Pinky. A banana split, it is."

"Egad! That's a hole in one!" Pinky embraced his chubby hubby for a quick moment and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He was on a roll tonight, and hopefully would continue to be. He nipped Brain's ear, because he just had to, and purred as he nuzzled him.

"Well..." His ear twitched at the nip, both perking when the purring began, but were quickly pressed flat. He put a bit of distance between them to discourage further cuddling, clearing his throat. "I suppose the analogy isn't entirely out of place. It was an excellent first choice." And when it came to Pinky making a decision, going with the first choice was best. Unless it was so terrible a choice that Brain had to correct it.

Pinky didn't have time to pout over Brain pulling away, still too thrilled with the praise. "Oh, thank you, Brain! Zort. I'm sure it will be yummy!" It was just a shame they were wearing clothes and wouldn't be able to eat off each other again. Oh well. Though Brain wasn't wearing much, perhaps he could eat off him... Stifling his giggles, because surely knowing that would make his husband go red to the tips of his ears again, he clasped his hands together in his lap. "Are you done with your dinner, love?"

"Yes, Pinky, I'm finished. The waitress should be along shortly." Though even as he said it, she was at their table, making sure they were finished and irritating Brain by smirking at his half-eaten meal. Scowling, he crossed his arms and ordered their dessert, though he was tempted to get it to go. Getting Pinky alone was an intriguing choice.

With his hunger mostly satisfied, hunger for food that is, Pinky deemed it an appropriate time to ogle his husband. Quite shamelessly, he admired him, looking all cute in his little jacket! He didn't know how to undress someone with his eyes, but he certainly tried, because his hubby was even cuter under the jacket. It gave him a headache though, trying to concentrate so hard on getting his clothes off just by looking at him. Perhaps he should just stick to admiring.

Watching Pinky concentrate so hard on him was more amusing than anything else, particularly once his brow furrowed and his tongue poked out. "Don't strain yourself, my dear, whatever it is you're attempting." He leaned towards him, bumping their noses together. He was certainly not married to a genius, yet he loved him despite it. Or perhaps because of it. He'd long since given up evaluating the reasons.

"'Kay," he giggled, happy to be in such close proximity again. Though he was still curious. "Brain? Can you do it? I don't know how, but I keep trying."

Just beautiful. Brain toyed with a sleeve of Pinky's dress and tried very hard not to wonder whether or not his husband had put anything on underneath. "You'll have to be more specific. Can I do what, exactly?"

Pinky scooted closer, brushing his lips against Brain's jaw and chin. Apparently his mind reading powers weren't always on. "Undress me with your eyes." His voice lowered, to just above a whisper, but his eyes remained wondering and expectant instead of the hooded gaze that usually accompanied this kind of tone. "I've been trying to with you, but your jacket's still on. Poit."

Brain snapped his gaze to Pinky's, eyes wide. He searched for an answer, mouth opening and closing uselessly for a few minutes before he was able to get a hold of himself. He cleared his throat, but was unable to fight off the blush that had seeped into his cheeks. It was almost as though Pinky had known what he'd been trying not to think about. "You don't... literally undress someone. The expression just means that you're imagining whoever you're looking at without clothes."

"Oh... troz." Pinky ran his hands down Brain's arms, his gaze flicking down to watch them for a moment, then dragged them back up. "Nevermind, I think I can do that." His arms wrapped around his lover's waist. "Can you?"

"With far too much ease," he breathed and had to clear his throat again. And now it was even harder for Brain not to wonder what, if anything, Pinky had beneath that dress. Even harder to resist simply finding out. Slide a hand down, cup Pinky's hip, and he'd be able to feel. Either way left his mind wanting to fog. "We're in public," he pointed out, just as much a reminder to himself as to his enticing husband.

"But no one can see what we imagine," Pinky cooed, tilting his head enough to let the curls fall over his shoulder. "Unless they're all mind readers too." He smoothed one hand along his husband's brow, letting it slide down to cup his cheek.

"That may be true, but the potential effects are quite visible. At least you have a dress on." Brain bit his lip, keeping the words he wanted to say at bay. For now. He lifted a hand, toying with the curls. "Considering the fact that I'm only wearing this jacket, the... effects would be easier to tell." He took Pinky's hand from his cheek to place a kiss to the palm. "You can think what you like so long as your hands don't wander where it's too personal."

Pinky purred, oh he'd like to see those effects, and with the jacket still on. But, it would have to wait. He didn't want just anybody seeing his husband's thingy! Or, anybody at all really. It was for his eyes only. No refunds. So he nodded in understanding, pressing a light, chaste kiss to his lips. "'Kay. No personal, wandering hands. Poit. I got it, Brain." And while he could hide his effects with the dress, the panties would not be so comfortable anymore. He knew, it had happened before. "That goes for you too, Brain. In case you get any ideas." He poked the side if his husband's head playfully.

Brain gave him a bland look. "I have enough self-control to know better." He leaned away when their ice cream was placed in front of them, briefly thanking the waitress and ignoring her irritating smile. He and Pinky may not have finished the actual food, but he knew Pinky well enough to know that the dessert plate was going to be cleaned.

"Narf!" Pinky chirped, turning his full attention to the dessert for the moment. Three big ol' scoops of ice cream, one of each flavor, and whipped cream and a cherry and two halves of a banana and fudge and caramel and nuts! Egad, it was the king of ice creams! "Oh, Brain!" He tugged on his jacket excitedly. "It has everything!"

"Yes, it does." He nosed Pinky's cheek. "Don't make yourself ill with it, my dear. Here." He handed him a mouse-sized spoon that seemed to be retrieved from nowhere, and his cheeks tinted. "I only brought one."

Pinky blinked as he took the proffered spoon. "Oh, but Brain, how will you eat it?"

"Figure it out," he grumbled and then rubbed his brow, remembering who he was speaking to. "You're the one who keeps going on about sharing things tonight, Pinky. We'll share."

His eyes lit up and he beamed at his husband. "Fun-fun silly-willy!" Wasting no time, he swiped a spoonful of the strawberry with some fudge and whipped cream and held it out to him.

Brain leaned forward, sucking the ice cream off the spoon with a pleased hum. Since he really hadn't gotten much of his bowl earlier, it was a satisfying sample. He licked the whipped cream from the corner of his lip. "Thank you, Pinky. This was an excellent selection."

Pinky pressed their lips together, his tongue seeking entrance so he could taste the same thing Brain did, only a little better. "Mmm... poit. You're right," he giggled, breaking the kiss to get another spoonful, this time of vanilla with the banana and caramel. He brought it to Brain's lips again, smiling coyly.

"This is hardly behaving yourself," the megalomaniac pointed out, but lapped the ice cream from the spoon anyway, leaving it on his tongue and awaiting another kiss. The caramel was warm, the ice cream perfect - the reviews he'd read online before completely agreeing to come here had been spot on. Pinky's taste was just a wonderful addition.

"What? I'm only feeding my lovely husband some ice cream." Pinky kissed him again, making a pleased sound when their tongues touched. "And enjoying it too. Troz," he added once he'd had his fill, lapping at the corner of Brain's mouth for a dab of caramel.

"If you continue to enjoy it in this manner, we'll have to return to the lab very quickly," Brain purred in reply, taking the spoon himself and dipping it into the chocolate and whipped cream. He offered it to Pinky, a brow lifted, and wondered again just what was under that dress. Just his warm husband or a scrap of cloth that needed to be removed with his teeth?

"Maybe that's what I wanna do." Pinky wrapped his lips around the spoon and sucked some of the ice cream off the spoon, needing to go back a second time to get it all. He saved some of the chocolate and cream on his tongue, as well as his lips, and batted his lashes as he leaned in.

"Yes, well..." He lifted his free hand, curled it around the back of Pinky's neck and pulled him down. "I mean before the ice cream's even finished." He licked his lover's lips thoroughly, humming softly. "You're an extremely tempting individual." He slid his tongue into Pinky's mouth, bringing their lips together.

Pinky suckled on his tongue, winding his arms around Brain's waist. He moaned quietly, his tail swishing back and forth eagerly. "Egad, Brain... we have to finish the ice cream," he exhaled before capturing his lips in another kiss.

Brain's ears perked up at the moan, hormones standing at attention. "This is hardly the way to... to encourage anything but taking an immediate leave." He leaned back, battling back the highly inappropriate urges. "You're not behaving."

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Pinky purred, leaning back as well, taking hold of the spoon to get some more vanilla, taking his time to lap up the dessert himself.

"I could just drag you out of here," he muttered, watching his tongue and fidgeting. "I've already approximated our bill with tip, so there's no need to await our bill." And they could always stop at a store themselves at the end of a plan the following night and get some ice cream to make up for it. If they had transportation that wasn't his cagemate's wagon, it wouldn't melt.

Egad. The thought made Pinky shiver with delight. Because Brain would and could and didn't he love when Brain got all "I want you now" on him. But the ice cream was so good... "Just a little more then, Brain. We haven't even gotten to the cherry on top yet. Narf."

"Then no more kissing until you're actually ready to leave." His hormones were on enough of a roller coaster. "Sharing the spoon is enough, eh... sharing." He couldn't even come up with a decent synonym. With a sigh, he rubbed his brow. Pinky had entirely too much of an effect on him.

Pinky nodded, taking another spoonful of ice cream and eating it normally. Then he looked from the spoon to Brain and back. "Umm... does that mean I can still feed you? Or do you want to do it yourself?" he asked, tilting his head, wondering if that fell under the same category as kisses.

He considered for a moment, reaching out to toy with the curls tumbling over Pinky's shoulder. "I don't necessarily see a reason for you to no longer feed me," he mused.

Oh good, he liked feeding him. It made him feel so domestic! He watched him play with his hair for a little bit, pleased that he had ended up wearing the wig. "'Kay." Pinky grabbed more of the dessert and his next spoonful was offered to Brain.

Brain leaned forward, licked the spoon clean while his hand slid down a little. He played with the slim sleeve, nudged it down a little to bare his shoulder for petting. "Mm."

Pinky shuddered, pleasant tinglies crawling up and down his spine. He bit down on his lower lip, eyes fixated on Brain's tongue. Egad, that wasn't fair. Especially with his hand right there. "Brain, that's..." He didn't know what it was. It wasn't quite unfair, because Brain had only said 'no kissing' and nothing about petting. Plus it felt really good, he wasn't sure if he wanted it to stop. So he got him another spoonful, more strawberry and banana and whipped cream, and tried to resist squirming. "Poit."

Brain bit back the smirk, resisting his own shudder. He sucked on the piece of banana, humming softly, and then laved at the spoon a little more suggestively than he needed to. "It's what, Pinky?" Both hands lifted, the sleeves nudged down to give his hands room to knead and massage.

Crossing his legs, he made a whimpery sound and wiggled a little. Oh, if he really was a lady then wouldn't this be entirely inappreciate? Or was it inapoodlesnit? Brain's hands were making it even more difficult to think than usual. And his mouth... he wanted that mouth on him. "Brain, you're making me wanna go home and not finish the ice cream."

His ears fell back, a greedy triumph flashing in darkening eyes. Brain rose and plucked the cherry off their banana split. He sat a little closer to his lover, nibbling on the fruit. "We couldn't possibly go before finishing the cherry." He looked at Pinky over it, running his tongue slowly over his lips.

Blue eyes followed Brain's tongue, his own mimicking the motion. "Mm-mm," he hummed an agreement, nodding slowly. When Brain looked at him like that, like he was more tasty than the best dessert in the whole wide world, it made his head all floaty and his heart go pittery-pattery in a good way. Pinky licked along his side of the cherry, then sunk his teeth into it, sucking the excess juice down before taking a bite from it.

Brain finished his half, letting go of what remained for Pinky to polish off. He lifted his hand, sucking the juice from his fingers one at a time. His sleeves were still askew and, though it was typical for those shoulders to be bared, something about the clothes made every exposed millimeter mouth-watering. He wanted and waiting no longer interested him. "Pinky, if we leave now, I will get you all the ice cream you want tomorrow after the plan."

As he swallowed the last of his half, also taking the time to clean his fingers by popping them in his mouth one by one, he pretended to consider the offer. His loins were already heated with desire, but Brain had just given him the opportunity to tease and draw it out. Even if he did want to go home right away, this was more fun. "Oh... I don't know, Brain..." he purred with a half-lidded gaze, leaning back and letting one of his sleeves slip down further. "This ice cream is really yummy. How bad do you want to go home?"

"I'd demonstrate, but we're still in public," he grumbled, trying not to salivate. He reached into his pocket and drew out bills, watching Pinky as he counted them out and set them on the table. It was far more than what he normally would've left, particularly since the waitress had annoyed him, but his mind was on more important things. Most prominently, what was beneath Pinky's dress. He needed to know.

Really, boys? You can't even get through a date without jumping each other? xD And it's not like they've gone all that long without love things... StarShineDC and I give them plenty. I suppose it just built up over time. They don't really get that many opportunities with their plan thingies and whatnot.

And what is Pinky wearing under the dress? Ooh-la-la... lol.