loveschildren | (no subject)

Crowley~ This is taking me out to eat, not just coffee.

[Just pointing that out there.]

Nonsense. I'm only paying for coffee.

Then I'll pay for dinner--it is dinner for you right? Then end of your shift. Well, we're both night owls.

Who was it who decided to show up in my car after work? Yeah, it's dinner.

My treat.

[He leans back in his seat.]

Are we going to play twenty questions with your life or would you like to offer anything to converse about?

You really have a way of cornering a guy, don't you...

Do you have a preferred genre of book?

Old and expensive.

[He laughs and leans forward.]

No, I'll give you the real answer. I like occult, I like history, I am very fond of trashy romance novels and those thin little sci-fi snacks they sell at the airport.

What about you?

Crap, we're giving the real answers? I was going to say something cool, but I really like fantasy and nature guides.

[HE WANTS TO TOUCH THAT CUTE FACE. He barely resists.]

Wonderful. Do you hike?

I used to. I haven't gotten back into it since I got back, though. Lost track of my old groups, for bigger hikes.

Are most of them still alive?

[It's a really blunt question but Felid's hardly tactful with Crowley. He could be if he wanted, but he just feels uninterested in playing charming. Whether Crowley realizes it or not, Felid's being far more himself with the man than he is ever.]

After all, that kind of group is usually the kind you sign up for the army with, isn't it?

...I've been afraid to check.

[He reaches across the table and drags his knuckles lightly across Crowley's chin. But in his eyes there's no compassion or that desire to fix a poor wounded veteran. There's interest, excitement, possessiveness.]

You like fantasy and nature walks. A man with a simple, dreamy nature. Do you like adventures, Crowley? I frankly don't care how many you've killed or what ghosts haunt you. But I can't stand boredom. What about you? Don't tell me all you want is peace and quiet now.

[His eyes are a little scary again, flinty, but Crowley doesn't even try to redirect Felid's hand.

He was wrong before. This man is very dangerous. And all the more transfixing for it. He should break this off immediately. He should...]

And if I did tell you that?

[It's neither confirmation nor denial, no matter how he tries to spin it without lying.]

[Felid only seems more possessive at that flinty look, his thumb brushing under Crowley's lower lip sensually before he draws his hand back slowly.]

I would call you a liar. You might think you're tired, but what you are is restless.

I think you're only seeing what you want to see, Felid. Dial back the touching a little bit, please. I don't want to worry Mary.

My my, of course.

[He settles back and smiles harmlessly.]

Did I say something incorrect?

[He's willing to let Crowley tell him he's wrong, watching him with clear, sharp eyes.]

[He holds Felid's gaze for a while, then drops his eyes to the menu without a word.]

[He doesn't comment, scanning the menu himself before pushing it away and leaning back. When their orders are taken he orders a sandwich and fruit salad with his coffee, yet still doesn't seem to see the need to fill the silence between them. Alternating watching Crowley and watching the rest of the diner.]

[Crowley puts on a smile for Mary, but otherwise doesn't really bother trying to seem like he isn't fussed. Even so, he doesn't seem angry, more like he's mulling things over. He does order the pasta.]

[It's doubtful Felid would care if he pissed Crowley off, considering his bluntness. When their food arrives he praises it and sits back, watching Crowley with a little smile of indeterminable motive.]

...You're being creepy.

[EATS!!!!]

Am I? What about me is creeping you out?

[He smiles~]

Are you going to eat, or just watch me?

[He spears a piece of melon with his fork and puts it in his mouth, still watching Crowley. Why not both?]