Post by Jack Lupus on Feb 26, 2010 18:55:40 GMT -5
Xander, feeling guilty, asks Cass out on an official date.
Cass laughs in his face for a moment before shrugging and says, “Whatever.”
--
Xander bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair and worries about tonight.
Cass rolls her eyes and tells him to take a chill pill as she finishes off her third bottle of Smirnoff.
--
Xander tries to drop a hint by looking repeatedly at his watch before giving up and politely suggesting that Cassandra should start getting ready.
Cass heaves a dramatic sigh and tells him to worry about himself.
--
Xander showers, shaves, and dresses in his nicest suit with a black tie to match Cassandra’s outfit.
Cass slips into a wrinkled dress that shows more than it covers, and complains that she hates getting dressed up.
--
Xander suggests that new Italian restaurant that got a good review in the paper.
Cassie hates Italian. Hates it. And suggests going to the bar.
--
Xander firmly requests his choice of restaurant and mentions that he made a reservation.
Cass groans and whines and sulks, staring petulantly out the car window.
--
Xander comments on the romantic atmosphere and tells Cassie that she looks beautiful.
Cass grins a little but rolls her eyes and dumps some salt onto the white table cloth and starts cutting it into lines with her knife.
--
Xander asks to see the wine list when the waiter arrives.
Cass leers at their waiter and asks if the restaurant has a bar.
--
Xander orders them a nice red wine.
Cass squeals and beams proudly when she gets a teepee of her silverware to stand up for more than five seconds.
--
Xand asks the waiter to leave the bottle.
Cass grins at him from under her eyelashes and says, “You don’t have to get me drunk to get me into bed.”
--
Xander orders the Portofino lamb and artichoke risotto.
Cass mutters that she hates Italian, and orders the chicken fingers off the kid’s menu.
--
Xander neatly folds his napkin over his lap.
Cass crumples her napkin in her fist and smears ketchup away from her mouth.
--
Xand takes time to enjoy the taste of his food and wine.
Cass picks at her chicken and French fries before licking the salt off her fingers.
--
Xander finishes his meal and leans back in his chair.
Cass throws her napkin onto her plate and demands, “Can we go already? I’m bored.”
--
Xander asks what movie Cass would like to see.
Cass eyes the selection before getting the tickets to the new werewolf flick without asking Xander’s opinion.
--
Xander, still full from dinner and not wanting to pay the exorbitant movie theatre prices, orders a small soft drink.
Cass buys an extra-large tub of popcorn and candy. And a large soda. She happily gives the cashier Xander’s credit card.
--
Xander dislikes werewolf movies.
Cass f**k**g loves them, in all their predictable, gory, inaccurate, god-awful glory.
--
Xander puts up with Cass’ choice of movie because he likes making her happy. Really.
Cass points and giggles at Xand’s poorly hidden discomfort, but hey, it was his idea to go on a stupid date, and his stupid cliché idea of dinner and a movie, and maybe she wasn’t quite ready to forgive him for the whole stupid Carrie incident, and so what if they’re screwing, he doesn’t have to pretend to date her, but if Xand wants to do something sentimental – not even romantic, sentimental, which is like a billion times worse- then Cass is gonna f**k**g do it, if it’d make Xand happy. Just not quietly.
--
Xander silently suffers through the movie and sips at his drink.
Cass wipes her buttery fingers off on Xander’s shirt and pulls his arm around her.
--
Xand holds Cassandra’s hand when they’re back outside.
Cassie says, “f**k that,” and kisses him on the mouth. With tongue.
--
Xander discreetly picks up a box of condoms at the store.
Cass smirks and tosses in two more boxes just in case and a can of whipped cream in the basket.
--
Xander thinks he can hold out from jumping Cass until they’re safely back to his place.
Cass ruins his plans by crawling onto his lap as soon as he has the car parked, shoving her hands down his pants.
--
Xand folds his suit over a chair.
Cass’ already in her underwear.
--
Xander puts away his shirt and tie.
Cassandra’s naked.
--
Xander strips off his socks and boxers.
Cass tells him that if he’s gonna go this slow, he could at least make it hot.
--
Xander likes to start with kissing.
Cass is just f**k**g glad they’ve started.
--
After, Xand holds Cass tight against him.
Cass wraps herself around him and tucks her head under his chin, giving a quiet, satisfied grunt.
--
“Good date.” Xander comments after Cass’ breathing evens out.
Cass yawns. “I guess,” she says. I dunno, I’d say it was pretty great.
--
“G’night, Cassie,” Xand mumbles sleepily with a light kiss to her neck. “I love you.”
Cass pauses, then kisses his forehead, a little hard, a little forceful. “Jerk,” she says softly, and adds I love you so much in her head. “Sleep tight.”
--
--
Cass laughs in his face for a moment before shrugging and says, “Whatever.”
--
Xander bites his lip and runs his hand through his hair and worries about tonight.
Cass rolls her eyes and tells him to take a chill pill as she finishes off her third bottle of Smirnoff.
--
Xander tries to drop a hint by looking repeatedly at his watch before giving up and politely suggesting that Cassandra should start getting ready.
Cass heaves a dramatic sigh and tells him to worry about himself.
--
Xander showers, shaves, and dresses in his nicest suit with a black tie to match Cassandra’s outfit.
Cass slips into a wrinkled dress that shows more than it covers, and complains that she hates getting dressed up.
--
Xander suggests that new Italian restaurant that got a good review in the paper.
Cassie hates Italian. Hates it. And suggests going to the bar.
--
Xander firmly requests his choice of restaurant and mentions that he made a reservation.
Cass groans and whines and sulks, staring petulantly out the car window.
--
Xander comments on the romantic atmosphere and tells Cassie that she looks beautiful.
Cass grins a little but rolls her eyes and dumps some salt onto the white table cloth and starts cutting it into lines with her knife.
--
Xander asks to see the wine list when the waiter arrives.
Cass leers at their waiter and asks if the restaurant has a bar.
--
Xander orders them a nice red wine.
Cass squeals and beams proudly when she gets a teepee of her silverware to stand up for more than five seconds.
--
Xand asks the waiter to leave the bottle.
Cass grins at him from under her eyelashes and says, “You don’t have to get me drunk to get me into bed.”
--
Xander orders the Portofino lamb and artichoke risotto.
Cass mutters that she hates Italian, and orders the chicken fingers off the kid’s menu.
--
Xander neatly folds his napkin over his lap.
Cass crumples her napkin in her fist and smears ketchup away from her mouth.
--
Xand takes time to enjoy the taste of his food and wine.
Cass picks at her chicken and French fries before licking the salt off her fingers.
--
Xander finishes his meal and leans back in his chair.
Cass throws her napkin onto her plate and demands, “Can we go already? I’m bored.”
--
Xander asks what movie Cass would like to see.
Cass eyes the selection before getting the tickets to the new werewolf flick without asking Xander’s opinion.
--
Xander, still full from dinner and not wanting to pay the exorbitant movie theatre prices, orders a small soft drink.
Cass buys an extra-large tub of popcorn and candy. And a large soda. She happily gives the cashier Xander’s credit card.
--
Xander dislikes werewolf movies.
Cass f**k**g loves them, in all their predictable, gory, inaccurate, god-awful glory.
--
Xander puts up with Cass’ choice of movie because he likes making her happy. Really.
Cass points and giggles at Xand’s poorly hidden discomfort, but hey, it was his idea to go on a stupid date, and his stupid cliché idea of dinner and a movie, and maybe she wasn’t quite ready to forgive him for the whole stupid Carrie incident, and so what if they’re screwing, he doesn’t have to pretend to date her, but if Xand wants to do something sentimental – not even romantic, sentimental, which is like a billion times worse- then Cass is gonna f**k**g do it, if it’d make Xand happy. Just not quietly.
--
Xander silently suffers through the movie and sips at his drink.
Cass wipes her buttery fingers off on Xander’s shirt and pulls his arm around her.
--
Xand holds Cassandra’s hand when they’re back outside.
Cassie says, “f**k that,” and kisses him on the mouth. With tongue.
--
Xander discreetly picks up a box of condoms at the store.
Cass smirks and tosses in two more boxes just in case and a can of whipped cream in the basket.
--
Xander thinks he can hold out from jumping Cass until they’re safely back to his place.
Cass ruins his plans by crawling onto his lap as soon as he has the car parked, shoving her hands down his pants.
--
Xand folds his suit over a chair.
Cass’ already in her underwear.
--
Xander puts away his shirt and tie.
Cassandra’s naked.
--
Xander strips off his socks and boxers.
Cass tells him that if he’s gonna go this slow, he could at least make it hot.
--
Xander likes to start with kissing.
Cass is just f**k**g glad they’ve started.
--
After, Xand holds Cass tight against him.
Cass wraps herself around him and tucks her head under his chin, giving a quiet, satisfied grunt.
--
“Good date.” Xander comments after Cass’ breathing evens out.
Cass yawns. “I guess,” she says. I dunno, I’d say it was pretty great.
--
“G’night, Cassie,” Xand mumbles sleepily with a light kiss to her neck. “I love you.”
Cass pauses, then kisses his forehead, a little hard, a little forceful. “Jerk,” she says softly, and adds I love you so much in her head. “Sleep tight.”
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