Sorry that this has taken so long to write… I kept deleting and rewriting it… I'm still not happy with it… but I've put it up anyway so sorry for the horrible chappie!

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Ever heard of Palm? I suppose that you have, I mean it's only Orlando's fanciest (and most expensive) restaurant; completely high-class. So in summary; it's basically not a good place to take the flock to eat. Fang and I? We fitted in just fine.

We had a very ahem uneventful cough trip to the restaurant, so grunt boring aaa-CHOO that I'm not even going to disclose the um sleep worthy cough details.

Our chauffeur opened the door for us and Fang helped me out and after a whispered 'you have a little lipgloss in the corner of your mouth' from our ever helpful driver (wonder how that got there on our very ahem uneventful cough journey?) we walked arm in arm it a chandelier lit dining room. A very formidable looking waiter came to our service and led us to a table standing between a window and the edge of a dance floor.

Our round table had a red tablecloth and a candle in the middle, sitting in front of each seat was a white, lace-edged, placemat with a red napkin folded as an orchid. A band played softly from behind the dance floor, and small lanterns, that edged the walls, provided alternate light to the chandelier. I looked over at Fang and was startled to see a small smile on his face amidst the light that the flickering candle threw at him. Fang reached for my hand which I gladly gave to him and he entwined his fingers with mine. I stared longingly into those eyes which stared hungrily back at me.

We were interrupted by our waiter who gave us a menu each, 'can I get you any drinks this evening?' he simpered. Before I could speak Fang commanded him to give us their finest wine. 'You do realise that we're not 18 yet,' I hissed at him. Fang just smirked and said, 'they don't know that do they.' I scowled at him, unable to prevent myself from grinning, though. I opened my menu and began to drift through it, I didn't know what to get. Our waiter soon returned with the wine which he poured out. 'Are you ready to order yet?' 'Ah, not just yet,' Fang replied. 'May I recommend the Lover's Feast,' the waiter smiled 'It begins with a plate of honey prawns and then a bowl of Neapolitan ravioli to share. The main consists of several various Chinese dishes including Honey Chicken, Mongolian Lamb and Steak and Cashew stir-fry with black bean sauce; these are of course served with a large dish of fried rice. For desert you would receive a fondue fountain and then a fruit platter to finish. Included in this is a bottle of the wine that you have already received.' 'Sounds good!' exclaimed Fang, glad to have the hard decision of food choosing relieved of him. 'Very good, sir,' the waiter simpered and bowed away from the table.

And so it was back to gazing longingly into each others eyes. Fang was stroking his fingers along the back of my hand. He turned it over in his grip and started drawing swirls on my palm; he lifted it to his lips. 'Just the touch of you makes me shiver,' he proclaimed. 'My' I thought 'isn't someone getting emotional and talkative lately.' 'In fact I know something that would look simply divine here,' Fang whispered, still grasping my hand. He reached into his jacket and pulled out the box he had got from that jeweller. He passed it over to me and I opened it to reveal the most beautiful bangle that I have ever seen. It was silver and had intricate engravings of entwining flowers around it. 'Read the inside,' Fang whispered. So I craned my neck and saw an engraved message;

Like a flower longs for water, like a beast longs for food, I long for you and the happiness, the security, the love that you provide me.

Fang

Who ever thought that Fang could think of something, yet alone say it! 'F-F-Fang,' I gasped, 'I love it, I absolutely love it!' 'And I love you,' he replied, taking the bangle and slipping it onto my wrist. He gently kissed the spot that the bangle touched. I grabbed the bottom of his chin and pulled it towards me, leaning over the table, our lips met and the flickering candle light danced upon our two combined faces. My eyes flickered open slightly in time to see the approaching waiter stop and wait from a safe distance. I pulled away from Fang, 'I think someone wants to talk to us,' I whispered and sure enough the waiter continued his journey across the room.

'The honey prawns, sir and madam,' he proclaimed, 'what quick service,' I exclaimed. (AN: Oops that kinda rhymed!) The waiter took off again and Fang and I dug in. Fang peeled a prawn and dipped it in the honey sauce before I could even get near the plate; he held it out for me. Not used to being hand fed, I laughed, but took the prawn between my teeth anyway. Fang smirked and began to peel one of his own. Within minutes the plate was completely devoid of anything except peeled off shells. And was soon replaced with a bowl of ravioli.

For the next 15 minutes Fang and I talked quietly between ourselves, and let me tell you it was pretty deep. We told each other what we liked about them, our hopes for the future, who we'd each like to personally take down from Itex and what we'd do to them. I thought that I knew this guy but it doesn't seem so and by the time that the main course was brought out I found that I was emotionally closer to Fang than I ever deemed possible.

What can I say about the main, except DELICIOUS! I've always had a thing for Chinese (that and Choc-chip cookies) and this was the best that I had ever eaten. It wasn't only the Chinese that was good; Fang couldn't take his eyes off me! Every time I looked up after taking a mouthful I would find his beautiful green eyes connect with mine (AN: sorry if fang's eye colour is wrong, I can't remember if the book mentions them or not… but green seems to suit.)

Once we had finished we sat in silence, holding hands and gazing into each others eyes. Before long our waiter brought out the fondue fountain which he sat in the middle of the table (moving the candle of course). I wasn't sure exactly what to do but Fang seemed to get the gist. He picked up one of those little fork things and stabbed a strawberry with it, he dipped it into the fountain of melted chocolate and held it out for me. I took it in my teeth and chewed to find it sweet and fruity. I smiled at Fang and gave him a peck on the lips. We cleared out that bowl of strawberries within moments.

Our food eaten, Fang and I weren't sure what to do next but were saved by the strumming of a chord by the band. A slow waltz began and from the tables around us many people stood and led each other to the dance floor. Fang stood from his seat and came around to mine; he bowed and offered his hand which I gladly took. As he led me out on the dance floor I said, 'but Fang we don't know how to dance.' 'Just follow me,' he whispered and began to pull me into his captivating movements. For the first time in my life I was dancing properly, as a man and woman; intimately. At the finish of the song Fang gave me a slow but passionate kiss and led me back to our table. We paid the bill and left the restaurant.

The drive back to the hotel was, well, let's just say that the windows were fogging up. When we arrived at the hotel, the chauffeur grinned at my tussled hair and Fang's lip-gloss stained lips. 'Have fun tonight, sir and madam.'

'Oh we will,' Fang smirked, 'I have a surprise waiting for me.'

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Uh Oh… next scene will be quite steamy guys!

Again I apologise for this chappie…. Please review on ways that you would improve it….. :)