The entire way through dinner, Tom could feel Harry's gaze on him. After their little discussion, he had decided it best to keep quiet for a while. After all, whenever they started discussing that topic, it only led them to relive all those painful memories… Right now, though, he was absolutely ecstatic that he would finally be able to plan things to do with Harry on the weekends.

As he finished the final mouthful of his steak, he rubbed a hand over his stomach and sighed.

"That was delicious."

Harry was still finishing off the last couple of bites of his gnocchi, but he nodded in agreement.

"I can't believe we've never been here before."

He tossed his napkin by his plate,

"I know… The food was amazing."

He agreed,

"It sure was."

Just as they settled back against the cushioned booth, Sergio arrived at their table and looked at the empty plates,

"I see you've both finished."

He spoke up,

"Yes. Thank you… We were just saying how delicious dinner was."

"That's what we like to hear."

Sergio said as he stacked up the plates and then dug a small menu from the pocket of the long black apron he had wrapped around his waist,

"Do you have room for dessert?"

He looked over at Harry, who'd taken the menu.

"Oh God."

Harry smiled,

"Yeah, let us take a look and see what you've got."

Sergio smiled,

"Take your time."

As he rushed off, he said,

"You're ambitious."

Harry giggled softly as he scanned the menu and then turned it Tom's way, pointing,

"That's what Stan and Tonks were talking about."

Tom read the description of the Torta Opera. An Italian-style opera torte with salted caramel gelato, namelaka, and gold leaf accents….

Harry suggested,

"Let's share a piece…"

"Sounds good to me."

They told Sergio what they'd selected and when he was gone, Harry asked,

"So… How are your new interns turning out?"

His lips twitched, and he couldn't stop himself from playing with Harry a little,

"They're competent… Especially this one boy… He's very inspired by me and it's nice to know I left such an impression on the young man."

The frown on Harry's face morphed into a scowl, and Tom continued,

"He stands out from all the rest of them… He had blue hair and wears eyeliner, and he's usually wearing the most outrageous shoes I've ever seen."

Harry muttered,

"Glad you took such a long look at him."

He opened his mouth to inform Harry that he'd only spent five minutes with that intern but before he could, dessert arrived and they were thanking Sergio, who also placed the check on the corner of the table and told them there was absolutely no rush.

He bit back a grin at Harry's stiff shoulders but decided it was time to forget about everything other than why they were there. This discussion could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, was about them reconnecting, and what better way to do that than…touching

He slipped his hand down the inside of Harry's thigh and watched him shift in his seat.

"Tom."

Harry whined, but Tom didn't care. He was on a mission now, and that mission involved getting Harry home, naked, and under him.

"Yes, Love?"

He angled his entire body toward Harry's side so he could lean in and nuzzle his nose against his dark curls… He pressed a kiss to Harry's temple as he slipped his hand higher on his thigh and whispered,

"I can never have eyes for anyone except you, Love…"

Harry's lips curved slightly, and he felt his heart flutter inside his chest… There was no one that could ever compete with Harry… His beauty and purity were unparalleled…

"I'm done with food for the night."

He heard a soft groan leave Harry, and when he turned his head to face him, he flattened his palm over the erection Harry was now sporting and licked his lips,

"There's something else I want in my mouth instead."

With a nod, Harry reached beneath the table to still Tom's wandering hand,

"Go and pay, then, so I can get myself under control enough to walk out of here."

Tom's entire body heated at that statement, but then he was sliding out of the booth with the check in hand. It was clear both he and Harry were of the same mindset. They didn't want to wait around for the time it took Sergio to come back to their table, and suddenly neither of them were interested in the exquisite dessert sitting untouched on their table.

"Don't make me wait…"

He said, as Harry stared up at him,

"And if you're not at the front door in five minutes, I'm coming back to drag you out."

Harry's eyes sparked at the words,

"I'll be there in four."

And then he left to pay the bill.