Phoebe froze where she was standing, chocolate eyes widening. Elide looked— gorgeous. Heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
“H-Hi,” she created when she finally found her tongue. “You look— you look beautiful.”
l e s b i a n s (closed)
Phoebe froze where she was standing, chocolate eyes widening. Elide looked— gorgeous. Heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
“H-Hi,” she created when she finally found her tongue. “You look— you look beautiful.”
*greeted not created
Elide blushed and looked down with a smile, "Thank-you," She looked up and while she did so, looked Phoebe over, "So do you."
Phoebe’s cheeks went faintly pink, her eyes flickering over Elide’s lithe form. “Th-Thanks. Should we- should we go?”
Elide smiled and took Phoebe's hand in hers, "Yes, I believe that would be a good idea."
Phoebe’s blush only deepened, her confidence from two nights ago suddenly gone. She led Elide down the steps, squeezing her warm hand lightly. “How- How are you? How was yesterday?”
Elide rubbed at her neck and swallowed, "It was fine, upsetting but I'm okay now… What about yourself?"
Phoebe squeezed Elide’s hand comfortingly. “My day was spent worrying about you and anticipating this date. How are you now?”
Elide smiles up at her, “Excited, and maybe a little nervous…”
Phoebe's heart pattered. skipping several beats, and she had to look down before she internally combusted. "M-Me too."
Elide grinned and let out a triumphant giggle, "Now it's my turn to get you all flustered."
Phoebe's hands flew to her cheeks, hiding her pronounced blush. “Not fair.”
"Nuh-uh. Totally fair." Elide beamed up at Phoebe and removed her hands from her cheeks.
Phoebe nearly stumbled, catching herself at the last moment. “Any other— any other outrageous and unfair demands?” she asked jokingly, hoping for one particular answer.
Elide stood on her toes and placed a quick kiss to Phoebe's lips, "Nope. Do you have any unfair demands for me?"
Phoebe instantly went bright red. “Only— only that you kiss me again.”
"Your wish is my command…" Elide wrapped her arms around Phoebe's neck, bringing her lips softly down onto hers, a kiss as soft as a summer breeze.
Phoebe’s heart surged, hands finding their way down to Elide’s waist. The kiss was soft, tender— she never wanted it to stop.
Elide smiled into the kiss, her hands running gently through Phoebe's hair. After a few moments, she pulled back a little.
A tiny noise of complaint slipped out from between Phoebe’s lips when Elide pulled away, but she forced herself to comply.
“You can kiss me later Missy. We have a dinner to get to first.” Elite lowered herself from her toes and took Phoebe’s hand in hers.
Phoebe bit her lip, flustered. “Y-Yeah. Okay.”
(Skip to restaurant?)
(Yup)
The two walked into the restaurant and were quickly led to their seats. Elide was beaming the whole time and tried to forget about her nerves.
They got a booth, but instead of sitting down across from Elide, Phoebe slid into the booth right next to her.
Elide blushed a little and smiled at Phoebe, “So, whatcha thinking of eating?”
(What type of restaurant is this? Can we say that Phoebe took them to a Greek restaurant to slow Elide a bit of her culture?)
(Sure, that sounds cool)
Phoebe didn’t even have to glance down at the menu. “Probably a lamb gyro. Have you ever been to a Greek restaurant before?”
Elide bit her lip and shook her head, "No, I haven't actually," She picked up the menu, "Any recommendations?"
“If you want to stick to the basics id get souvlaki or a gyros— which is like bits of souvlaki and tomato and lettuce and tzatziki wrapped up in pita bread. Like a Greek burrito. Or you could get roasted peppers stuffed with rice and meat, or we could share a seafood platter, or we could get mousaka, which is basically Greek lasagna.”