So, I looked up the restaurant that Sev mentioned for their date and it turns out that Sev has STYLE...

Season 6 x Episode 21

Stella gave herself one last look in the mirror, turning slowly one way and then the other before letting out a deep breath. "Okay then. I guess I'm ready."

The downstairs door banged open and she heard Herrmann shouting up the stairs. "Hey, Kidd? Your car is here!"

"I'll be right there!" Picking up her clutch, she left the bathroom and grabbed her up coat from hook before locking her door and heading down the stairs.

Herrmann and Annabelle were standing just outside the door when she stepped out into the chilly night air.

"Wow, Stella." Annabelle's gasp was 100% pure girlish admiration. "That dress is so pretty!"

Stella smoothed her hand over her hip. "Thanks, Annabelle. I got it yesterday."

"Oh," Herrmann leaned up against the wall, folding his arms over his chest, "this is the fancy date with Severide?"

"Wait, what?" Stella looked at him with surprise on her face. "Who told you-"

Herrmann gave her a wink. "Stella, honey, if you make a date standing in the kitchen of a firehouse, be prepared for everyone to know about it, like two minutes later."

Annabelle nodded. "Wow, you always tell me not to gossip, Dad!"

"Uh, excuse me?" Stella turned to look at the car idling in the street. "You're the one waiting for a ride, right?"

Stella shrugged. "Yeah, that's me. Sorry."

Waving goodbye to Herrmann and Annabelle, Stella walked over to the Uber and didn't mind how much the drive stared, or the low whistle under his breath as he closed the door for her.

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Kelly looked up at the waiter as he approached the table. "May I get you another drink while you wait?"

Kelly shook his head. "She's on her way and I'll wait for another drink until then. I'm almost regretting taking the table ahead of time. I should have walked in with her."

The waiter was a gentleman at least a decade older than Severide and his smile said he understood. Leaning a bit to the side he gestured to the door. "You still have a pretty good view from here. I'm sure she'd like it you stood when you saw her. The ladies like that kind of old fashioned respect."

Kelly nodded. "Thanks."

The waiter turned back took look and saw a few of the valet boys rush down the steps. "Is she beautiful? Not just 'to you' but truly beautiful?"

Kelly flushed at the though. "Yeah, she is."

"Then I think your lady is here and right on time."

Leaning to the side, Kelly saw someone dash for the door and yank it open, his eyes glued to the dark night outside.

"Well," the waiter sighed, "you were certainly telling the truth. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Kelly didn't see where the man went, he couldn't have turned away if his life depended on it. Stella walked into the entry way and stopped when yet another man stepped up to take her coat.

And when she reached up to take off the coat, Kelly found himself unable to breathe. He knew that black wool coat of hers. It was classic and just the right length, but the dress under it… the dress was new.

And amazing.

The deep scoop-neck that was cut down the center for a few inches and lined in a black edging and held together with a metal clip that winked in the soft light of the entryway. What the rest of the dress did for Stella's figure-

It fit like a glove. No, not the kind of gloves they used in fires. This dress fit like a soft leather glove, contoured to every curve and nip of her body. It ended at her knees and when she turned to talk to the hostess, he saw a slit up the side that ended at the midpoint of her thigh.

And he knew every inch of that gorgeous thigh… the other one too.

He remembered what the waiter had said and got up on his feet, folding his hands in front of his body. Sure, it was something he always did with his hands, but there were sometimes when it was a helpful gesture and this was one of those times.

He saw Stella turn and smile at him and he felt his heart tighten in his chest. The look on her face… the way her expression could transform when she looked… at him. It was humbling and it make him feel ten feet tall.

And when she started walking to him, he kept his eyes on that face. That gorgeous face.

He heard the soft murmurs as she moved through the first part of the room. He saw the heads turn and the conversations stop. Stella Kidd was a head turner any day of the week, but dressed up in her heels and a dress with her hair falling over her shoulders in a soft cascade of waves, she was mesmerizing.

"Hey," he was surprised his voice was even working at that point, "you certainly know how to make an entrance."

She gave him a little frown. "I'm not late, am I?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I was just talking about those valet boys tripping over themselves to get to you."

Stella flushed to the roots of her hair. "I didn't notice. I was looking for you."

"I'm right here."

She nodded and leaned closer to trail her fingers down the lapel of his jacket. "You sure are," she sighed and a mischievous light winked in her eyes, "and you look amazing."

"That's what I was going to say," he laughed.

"Then find your own," she laughed back. "And while you're thinking about it," she stepped closer and he got the hint, pressing a kiss to her lips before lowering his lips to take her bottom lip between his for another. "Wow," she whispered as she leaned back, "that's some kiss."

"That's some dress."

"Flattery," her voice lowered and almost purred from her lips, "will get you everywhere."

"I'd settle for some time alone later."

"That," she acknowledged, "could be arranged."

Kelly saw the waiter coming back and gestured to her chair. "Here, let me get your chair."

He saw the light in her eyes and heard the gasp of air on her lips, and as she stepped toward the table to sit in the chair that he was holding, he held his own breath. The dress looked great from any angle, especially when it was wrapped around Stella's body and her incredible backside.

Biting the inside of his lip to distract himself from the view, Kelly eased her chair in until she was seated at a comfortable distance from the table, but Kelly knew he wasn't going to be comfortable for quite a while, but he was willing to suffer as long as the reason across from him, was Stella.

He was barely in his chair when the waiter arrived with a smile on his face. "I see that she found you."
Stella smiled up at the man. "It was easy," she leaned back in her chair, "I just looked for the hottest guy in the room."

The waiter turned to Kelly. "You should keep her."

Kelly nodded, but he turned back to Stella before he answered. "That's the plan."

Handing them each a menu, the waiter took Stella's drink order and left the table. Stella opened the menu and took one look at the prices and folded the menu closed again.

Kelly looked up at her. "What's wrong?"

"We don't," she paused for a moment, "we don't have to eat here, Kelly."

He leaned closer, bracing his forearms on the edge of the table, "Stella, relax."

"Have you seen the menu?" She stared back at him with a pointed look.

"I know what it's like here, trust me." He saw her hesitate and barely held back a laugh. "It's our first date, let me treat you to one of the best places in town."

Stella's shock gave way to a big grin that softened her eyes. "Our first date?"

"Unless you count the fundraiser that I talked you into. I'm pretty sure that this is our first date." He reached across the table and took her hand in his. "So relax and enjoy it."

"Is that an order, Lieutenant?"

He knew there was a smirk on his lips. "I can make it one if it means you'll keep smiling like that."

"Being here with you has me smiling like this."

He felt her squeeze his hand. "Then I think we'll need to do a lot more dating."

Stella smiled even wider. "I like the sound of that."