A tumblr prompt for annadaptors of a date prompt list.
Prompt: "You brought me flowers" "I figured it's a date. Why not do it right?"
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With a few minutes to spare until Michael was due to pick her up, Jackie sat on the couch waiting for him. The choice was between that or checking out her reflection (again). It was likely he'd be punctual; she couldn't imagine he'd be late. Not for their first date.
She wouldn't kid herself that this would be like previous dates. Not when it was Michael she was seeing. Michael – her boss – and best friend. A man who knew her all too well. It had taken them years to get to this point. She still couldn't quite believe they were finally there.
But they were. Feelings had been confessed; kisses had been shared. And now they were going out for a romantic dinner. Which could very well lead to other things. For a moment, the blush she'd used hadn't been necessary.
She stared at the clock. Just a couple of more minutes. Well, she had already waited years, she could wait a little longer.
The silence was not helpful. Just as she picked up the remote to remedy that, the doorbell rang. Her stomach somersaulted. She sprang to the mirror for one final check over, before answering the door.
Somehow, the sight of Michael with a bouquet was not what she expected.
"You brought me flowers?" Her tone was slightly teasing.
"I figured it's a date. Why not do it right?" he responded almost nonchalantly. But she could see through that, could see the hint of nervousness on his part.
She widened the door to let him in. "Well, they're lovely." She quickly kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you." He smiled in reply. "I'll just put these in a vase."
As she did so, she inspected the bouquet with a smile on her face. Michael had managed to pick all her favourite flowers. Better yet, the display wasn't ostentatious. It would be a shame to see them wilt. She unconsciously traced her finger on one of the petals.
When she re-entered the hall, she smirked. His stare showed her how much he was admiring the view.
Admiring her.
"You scrub up nicely yourself," she said once she'd walked closer to him.
"Sorry," he said a little sheepishly.
"Don't be. I'm glad that my dress had the desired effect." She bit her lip to avoid laughing at his dumbstruck expression.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked once he found his voice.
"Just about." She was about to retrieve her coat when Michael stopped her.
"Allow me." At her questioning gaze, he explained, "I'm only going to have one first date with you." Jackie smiled at the implication. "I want to do it right."
"To be perfect."
"Exactly."
"Well, you're already doing a good job as it is, but okay." She smiled, not even bothering to hide how much she was enjoying this.
He picked up the coat and carefully put it on her. The movement brought them close together. She gulped. It was her turn to look dumbstruck when she felt him move away. When she turned around, she was surprised to see Michael smirking.
"You wouldn't have any ulterior motives, would you?" she asked.
"Of course not." His face looked all too innocent. "I wouldn't want you to be cold, would I?"
"Of course not," she grinned.
Michael smiled. "Let's go."
This was looking to be a promising evening indeed.
It hadn't been like Jackie's previous dates. But she had quickly decided that had been a good thing. The night had been full of memories that she'd cherish.
Michael – ever the gentleman – walked her to her front door.
"Thanks for a lovely evening, Michael."
"It was my pleasure," he smiled.
She smiled in return. "We should do this again sometime."
He chuckled. "I think that was already a given."
"Good."
Michael cupped her cheek and kissed her. The kiss deepened and she realised that she wasn't quite ready for the night to end.
"Do you want to come in?" she asked once they broke apart. "I could make some coffee…" She let the sentence trail off, knowing that he'd likely understand the implication.
"Are you sure?" A look of uncertainty crossed his face.
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have asked."
"Alright…"
She nodded with a small smile. Just as she turned to unlock the door, Michael touched her, stopping her in her tracks.
"What?" she asked once she faced him again.
"I'm not really in the mood for coffee though." A cheeky grin lit up his face, mischief in his eyes.
She smirked. "Well, I'm sure we can work something out."
"I was hoping you'd say that." He leaned forward and kissed her again.
Michael crushed her to him. As the kiss grew in intensity, she realised they were still on the wrong side of the door.
She broke away from him with a smile on her face. This time he didn't stop her from unlocking the door and they went inside.
All in all, Michael had done a perfect job of doing everything right.
And she couldn't be more thrilled about that.
