"I promise you it's not. But let's go dancing on the beach."
"Love, we aren't even dating."
"Fine. Do you want to go steady?"
"Wait what?"
"Did you not understand me? If it takes me asking you to be with me to get you to dance with me, so be it."
"I just..." Harvey stammered, his face turning pink.
"So, do I get an answer or do I pull your chair onto the beach?"
"Yes."
"Excellent."
Elliott turned towards the radio, turning to an 80's sounding love song.
Slow and sweet.
Like honey and lukewarm tea.
Harvey downed the rest of his gin and sauntered out to the beach, the warm air greeting him as he passed through the door.
Elliott came up behind him, taking his left hand gently and sliding his right around the Doctor's waist.
"May I have this dance, Doctor?"
Harvey turned in his arms and chuckled. "You may, yes."
The music was quiet on the beach, he knew that there was no worry in waking Willy on the docks, and if they did, he'd apologize.
He was overthinking.
Slowly, they swayed to the music, sand warm under their bare feet.
"Did you mean what you said?"
"Sorry?" Elliott looked confused.
"That you wanted to date."
"Yes. Yes I did."
"You'd want to date me? Someone who's last date was a pity date with Pam."
"I can drink Pam under the table."
"Looks like it was through the table." Harvey laughed as he reached up to stroke under the stitches.
The song had ended and they stood on the beach, staring at each other.
Harvey took in Elliott as he was. Tall, slender, that long fiery red hair, bruise like bags under his eyes from sleepless nights.
He was beautiful.
"I think I should be heading home." He said softly, reaching out for Elliott's fingers.
"I think you should stay." Elliot responded, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I'll stay."
"Stay forever?"
"Stay the night."