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My hopes are so high
That your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst
Or break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
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On Sunday night, after his shift was over, Leo went home to get ready. He was taking Piper out to a nice restuarant for dinner, and then they were going to one of her favourite clubs.
When Leo left his apartment, he was extremely nervous. He wanted Piper to have a good time tonight, to stop worrying, if only for a few hours. Most of all, he wanted her to like him.
Leo needn't have worried about the last part. At the manor, Piper had made Phoebe look at every outfit in her closet, trying to find one that would impress Leo. Finally, the girls put together a suitable outfit - a short, black dress with a pair of Prue's strappy high heels ("She made me promise to make sure you have fun tonight, and you can't possibly have fun without the perfect shoes." Phoebe had insisted) and a diamond pendant in the shape of a butterfly.
Piper was finishing up when the bell rang. "I'll get it!" Phoebe called, rushing downstairs. "Hi, Dr. Wyatt." she greeted when she opened the door. She stood aside to let him in.
"Please, call me Leo." he insisted.
"Sure, Leo." Phoebe complied. "Piper will be down in a minute." She led him into the living room to wait.
"Hey, Leo, just out of curiosity, are you driving tonight?" she asked.
"Yes, that's what I planning on doing." he responded. "Why?"
Phoebe shrugged. "Well, you know, we Halliwells don't exactly have the best track record with cars..."
They both started laughing just as Piper came down.
"Hey, what's so funny?" she asked.
Leo stopped chuckling as soon as he saw her. She looked absolutely gorgeous. He stood up, smiling. "You look amazing," he told her.
Piper blushed. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
"So... shall we?" Leo asked.
They said good-bye to Phoebe, and left. He took her a fancy resturaunt on the other side of town. They both ordered dinner, but both were too nervous to eat.
"This place is great," Piper commented. "I wonder who the chef is."
"But you've hardly touched your food." Leo countered.
Piper quickly explained that she was a chef, and therefore didn't need to eat much to know whether or not the food was good. "Besides," she added, "I'm not the only one at this table who isn't eating."
Leo tilted his head in agreement, then took a bite of his dinner. "There," he said after he'd swallowed. "Now, your turn."
Laughing, Piper picked up her fork. Now that the ice had been broken, they both started to eat.
"Allright, since I've practically told you my life story, tonight I get to hear about you." she announced.
"What do you want to know?" Leo asked.
Piper shrugged. "I don't know. Let's start with the basics. You already know all about my family. What about yours?"
"Okay," Leo replied, a bit unsurely. "I'm an only child, but I've got a lot of younger cousins. My parents are no longer with us, but I've still got my grandmother, Lillian. She's great. She'd be thrilled if she knew we were here; she's always trying to set me up so she can have great-grandchildren."
Piper laughed. "It sounds like you two are really close."
Leo nodded. "I'm her only grandchild, so yeah. We are. She's amazing to talk to, she's got all of these stories about my grandfather, who died in World War II. He was a medic, which is why I got into medicine in the first place. And now you think I'm a sentimental wuss."
Piper shook her head. "And now I think you're the sweetest guy I've ever gone out with."
Leo smiled. "Well, in that case, maybe you'd like to go out with me again."
Piper shrugged. She was teasingly pretending to be indifferent, but her grin gave her away. "Okay."
"Good." Leo said.
They continued their meal in relative comfort, each surprised at how easy the other was to talk to. Although they'd spent a great deal of time together at the hospital, neither had been sure how the other would act on their first official date. Now that they both saw that the person they'd been conversing with and confiding in the past week was the same person inside and out of the hospital, they both relaxed.
Once they'd gotten past their first-date jitters, they spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing. It was as if they'd known each other their entire lives. At one point, they commented on this.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Piper asked.
"What's strange?" Leo inquired.
"The way we can talk to each other. I feel like I've known you for so long..."
"...and that we can tell each other anything." Leo finished.
"Exactly." she said. "It's like we've just got this... connection."
"It's amazing." Leo remarked.
"Amazing." Piper echoed.
The waiter appeared at their table, and asked if they wanted their check now. Looking around, Piper and Leo realized they were the last people in the restaurant.
"This is precisely what I was talking about." Piper said. "We've been in this restaurant talking for how many hours now, and we didn't even notice."
"So I guess it's too late to go to the club." Leo said, looking at his watch as he paid the bill.
Piper agreed. "That's okay. You'll just have to take me there next time."
"Next time." Leo resolved.
"You know, I heard somewhere that if the second date comes soon after the first, the relationship tends to be very, very well-off." Piper said flirtatiously.
Leo leaned across the table so that their faces were inches apart. "Well, then, we'll just have to go on our second date very, very soon."
Smiling, Piper leaned in and kissed him. They didn't pull apart until the waiter, who'd been standing next to the table for several minutes with their copy of the check and Leo's credit card, loudly cleared his throat.
"Thanks," Leo said dryly to the waiter. He put away the credit card, and they left. The short drive home was peaceful, and when they got to the manor, Leo walked Piper to her door. They shared a kiss there, too, leaning against the buildling with his hands on her waist. He pressed against her, running his hands through her hair, and kissed her like he meant it. And that was when she knew that he meant it.
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~from the song "Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessional~
My hopes are so high
That your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst
Or break or bury
Or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On Sunday night, after his shift was over, Leo went home to get ready. He was taking Piper out to a nice restuarant for dinner, and then they were going to one of her favourite clubs.
When Leo left his apartment, he was extremely nervous. He wanted Piper to have a good time tonight, to stop worrying, if only for a few hours. Most of all, he wanted her to like him.
Leo needn't have worried about the last part. At the manor, Piper had made Phoebe look at every outfit in her closet, trying to find one that would impress Leo. Finally, the girls put together a suitable outfit - a short, black dress with a pair of Prue's strappy high heels ("She made me promise to make sure you have fun tonight, and you can't possibly have fun without the perfect shoes." Phoebe had insisted) and a diamond pendant in the shape of a butterfly.
Piper was finishing up when the bell rang. "I'll get it!" Phoebe called, rushing downstairs. "Hi, Dr. Wyatt." she greeted when she opened the door. She stood aside to let him in.
"Please, call me Leo." he insisted.
"Sure, Leo." Phoebe complied. "Piper will be down in a minute." She led him into the living room to wait.
"Hey, Leo, just out of curiosity, are you driving tonight?" she asked.
"Yes, that's what I planning on doing." he responded. "Why?"
Phoebe shrugged. "Well, you know, we Halliwells don't exactly have the best track record with cars..."
They both started laughing just as Piper came down.
"Hey, what's so funny?" she asked.
Leo stopped chuckling as soon as he saw her. She looked absolutely gorgeous. He stood up, smiling. "You look amazing," he told her.
Piper blushed. "Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
"So... shall we?" Leo asked.
They said good-bye to Phoebe, and left. He took her a fancy resturaunt on the other side of town. They both ordered dinner, but both were too nervous to eat.
"This place is great," Piper commented. "I wonder who the chef is."
"But you've hardly touched your food." Leo countered.
Piper quickly explained that she was a chef, and therefore didn't need to eat much to know whether or not the food was good. "Besides," she added, "I'm not the only one at this table who isn't eating."
Leo tilted his head in agreement, then took a bite of his dinner. "There," he said after he'd swallowed. "Now, your turn."
Laughing, Piper picked up her fork. Now that the ice had been broken, they both started to eat.
"Allright, since I've practically told you my life story, tonight I get to hear about you." she announced.
"What do you want to know?" Leo asked.
Piper shrugged. "I don't know. Let's start with the basics. You already know all about my family. What about yours?"
"Okay," Leo replied, a bit unsurely. "I'm an only child, but I've got a lot of younger cousins. My parents are no longer with us, but I've still got my grandmother, Lillian. She's great. She'd be thrilled if she knew we were here; she's always trying to set me up so she can have great-grandchildren."
Piper laughed. "It sounds like you two are really close."
Leo nodded. "I'm her only grandchild, so yeah. We are. She's amazing to talk to, she's got all of these stories about my grandfather, who died in World War II. He was a medic, which is why I got into medicine in the first place. And now you think I'm a sentimental wuss."
Piper shook her head. "And now I think you're the sweetest guy I've ever gone out with."
Leo smiled. "Well, in that case, maybe you'd like to go out with me again."
Piper shrugged. She was teasingly pretending to be indifferent, but her grin gave her away. "Okay."
"Good." Leo said.
They continued their meal in relative comfort, each surprised at how easy the other was to talk to. Although they'd spent a great deal of time together at the hospital, neither had been sure how the other would act on their first official date. Now that they both saw that the person they'd been conversing with and confiding in the past week was the same person inside and out of the hospital, they both relaxed.
Once they'd gotten past their first-date jitters, they spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing. It was as if they'd known each other their entire lives. At one point, they commented on this.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Piper asked.
"What's strange?" Leo inquired.
"The way we can talk to each other. I feel like I've known you for so long..."
"...and that we can tell each other anything." Leo finished.
"Exactly." she said. "It's like we've just got this... connection."
"It's amazing." Leo remarked.
"Amazing." Piper echoed.
The waiter appeared at their table, and asked if they wanted their check now. Looking around, Piper and Leo realized they were the last people in the restaurant.
"This is precisely what I was talking about." Piper said. "We've been in this restaurant talking for how many hours now, and we didn't even notice."
"So I guess it's too late to go to the club." Leo said, looking at his watch as he paid the bill.
Piper agreed. "That's okay. You'll just have to take me there next time."
"Next time." Leo resolved.
"You know, I heard somewhere that if the second date comes soon after the first, the relationship tends to be very, very well-off." Piper said flirtatiously.
Leo leaned across the table so that their faces were inches apart. "Well, then, we'll just have to go on our second date very, very soon."
Smiling, Piper leaned in and kissed him. They didn't pull apart until the waiter, who'd been standing next to the table for several minutes with their copy of the check and Leo's credit card, loudly cleared his throat.
"Thanks," Leo said dryly to the waiter. He put away the credit card, and they left. The short drive home was peaceful, and when they got to the manor, Leo walked Piper to her door. They shared a kiss there, too, leaning against the buildling with his hands on her waist. He pressed against her, running his hands through her hair, and kissed her like he meant it. And that was when she knew that he meant it.
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~from the song "Hands Down" by Dashboard Confessional~