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[Aidan]

Valentine's day had almost been a disaster. And since then, Rachel had been trying to come up with some plan to make things up to Aidan. He didn't expect it and she knew he wasn't harboring any deep-seated resentments about it, but she just wanted to do something nice for him. Because she was his girlfriend and could. So she figured a nice candle-lit dinner for just the two of them would be a nice way to start.

It was when she found the outfit backstage at the club that things started to get interesting.

With devious glee she put an invitation that would lead him on a scavenger hunt to a variety of locations. In the boutique, she left him a suit that he could wear, at the Hub was waiting a bottle of wine, at the waterfall was a basket of desserts (with all of his favorites) and as he made his way to her hut, she sprinkled the path with some flowers.

Inside the hut, Rachel waited patiently, her small home lit entirely by candlelight and some jazz playing on her iPod. Dinner was on the table and if she'd timed it perfectly, it wouldn't be cold in the least when he followed her last instruction. Come inside and claim your prize.

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"I don't think that will be too much of a problem," he reassured her. Even if he wouldn't normally get along with everyone she invited he'd had a lot of experience being diplomatic when he wanted to.

"If it's half as good as this dinner everyone will be in a good mood just from the food alone."

"Really? You like it?" It was silly, but that simple compliment meant a lot to her and she knew she was blushing as she reached for her wine again. She'd never seen herself as... domestic, but she had to admit, it had its appeal. She'd never do it full-time or anything, but it was something she should probably do more of.

Aidan had to chuckle at the blush to her face, especially considering the dress that she was wearing. Being so full of interesting surprises was one of the things he liked best about her.

"You would have made a very excellent 40s housewife."

"That's good, because I'm not sure I have many other marketable skills. It's housewife or soldier, I guess." There wasn't much in between where she was concerned. She wondered if, in some other world, she got to go to college, be a normal woman.

"Both of which, you're very good at," he said, leaning forward to reach out and take one of her hands in his.

"Which means you'd probably be good at most anything you tried, that's just where you directed your talents. You should take up something else, I think you'd surprise yourself."

"I have no idea what that would be, but I guess I'll keep my eyes open." Taking another bite she smiled at Aidan, refilling his wine.

"What about you? Do you have anything you want to try? Work-wise, I mean." She smirked.

"I like being a nurse," he said with a shrug. He wasn't sure that there was much else on the island that he was really interested in that he hadn't already done.

"A stunt car driver career might have been fun, but not very practical to pursue here on the island."

"Stunt car driver?" It made her smile, imagining him behind the wheel on a movie set. Something flashy and incredible, high speed and dangerous. Going out with starlets after hours and attending premieres. "I can see that."

"I've had a lot of jobs over the years though, so generally only new ones interest me," he admitted. Either that, or jobs he had done in the past but you couldn't really do now.

"I guess I could join one of those Colonial, historical villages and be really good at that."

"I bet you could. Show 'em all how it's done." She could just see it, too, Aidan in period clothes, leading tours of adoring little kids, telling them tales that were in no history books anyone could find. She sometimes wondered, with men like Aidan and Logan, those that didn't age over decades and even centuries, what it was like to have memories so long.

She certainly never expected to have lived as long as she had, she couldn't imagine looking ahead and knowing that she could see centuries pass.

"I could grow my hair out again and bring back the Colonial dialect," he said with a laugh. It was interesting to think that outside of vampires is that no one knew what the accent in Colonial America sounded like.

"I do miss tri-cornered hats though."

"Maybe if you're a very good boy, I'll try and coax one out of the clothing box for you." For fun, she let every entendre she could drip off of the good boy part. Not that he was ever a bad boy in any regard, except for maybe gauging her ability not to freak out in a given situation, but certainly not in any other kind of way.

Her perfect boyfriend is an ex-vampire. That probably says a lot about her doesn't it?

"You are a very bad girl," he said, matching her tone when he told her she was a bad girl. As romantic and delicious as the dinner was, it was also torturous to have to delay the rest of the evening. Torturous in a good way, but still torturous.

"But that's one of the things I like about you. You're very versatile."

"You seem to bring out all the bad girl in me. I was a very innocent little girl before I started swimming with you." Which admittedly was a stretch, but she had been a lot bolder since meeting Aidan. A lot. To underscore the fact, she rose her foot along the inseam of his pants, almost up to his thigh.

She really wondered how far she could push that before he just set dinner aside and headed straight to dessert.

Aidan smiled at the fond memory of the first time they were together. It was almost ridiculous to think how it had all turned out, but he was glad for it. There weren't many times in his life when he was really, truly happy.

Things got just a little happier though as her food slid higher up his leg, causing him to cough a bit and squirm in his seat.

"I can't say I'm disappointed about that."

"I guess you're not." Her foot slid a little higher and she picked up her wine, grinning over the glass. "Are you enjoying the meal?" She'd noticed the squirm, alright and decided to play it for all it was worth.

"It's hot enough for you, isn't it? I don't need to warm it up for you, do I?"

Aidan suddenly found it a bit hard to think as Rachel's foot slid higher up his leg toward his crotch and the double entandre made it even worse. Or better, considering how you looked at it.

"I wouldn't say it's too hot," he replied, reaching a hand down to begin rubbing her foot.

"It isn't? That's good. I'd hate for you to get burned." Funny thing about feet. Rachel, like most people, had two and the other was slipped from it's heel to begin another slow rise along his other leg. It was a little awkward, but she managed it quite smoothly. Although the impromptu foot massage felt really nice.

Okay, that was just plain wicked. He had been attempting to diffuse the sexual tension of the situation and she just kept plowing ahead. It was almost as if she wanted him to lose control. Rachel was very good at this game.

"Very tricky, Rachel Grey," he said, his voice slightly beeper with desire. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You're a creative boy, Aidan, I'm sure you'll think of something." But to be nice she slowly dropped her other foot. Well, to be nice or to be a bigger tease, she wasn't sure. Or she was or just not telling.

"But I wouldn't dream of taking you away from this meal. Unless you were done. Are you done?"

Aidan looked down at his meal. It wasn't even half eaten and she had worked hard to cook it and it was delicious. And he was finding that he didn't care. What he did care about was her foot pressed against him and the tone of her voice and how she looked in that dress.

The phrase 'good enough to eat' suddenly came to mind and he had to shake off a dangerously carnal desire that went beyond just a sexual desire to possession and consumption.

"I think I'm done," he said, voice rough with the mix of desire and the strain of keeping himself in check.

She thought he might be. There were always the sweets and fruits she'd gathered for dessert to fill him up if he was still hungry. And she had a feeling that if he wasn't hungry now, he'd work up an appetite somehow. Slowly, she pulled her other foot back and stood, reaching for his plate and hers to set them aside on the counter. The wine followed, loosely corked since it would be nice with dessert, too.

With the food and dishes cleared, she moved to stand behind Aidan, leaning over so she could run her hands over his shoulders and down his chest. "Well, now what should we do?"

Aidan let out a bit of a growl as her hands ran along his shoulders and chest. He loved her touch, they way her hands could either drive him crazy or make him relax entirely. He trembled a bit at the restraint of not jumping out of his chair and just taking her (yet), but he was really enjoying her touch.

"That... feels really good at the moment."

"Does it?" Rachel pulled her hands back up and began massaging his shoulders. Finding a few knots and starting to work them loose. She brushed her lips against the skin behind his ear as she worked, letting the warmth of her breath linger before she stood again, still kneading the muscles under her hands.

"Mmmmm, hard to think," he said with a lazy nod. He could feel his entire body relaxing with the sexual tension was somehow still tightly strung. It was an interesting feeling, what she was doing to him, relaxed and tense. He kind of liked it.

"Fortunately, I don't need to think to know what I want," he said, scooting the chair around so that he could pull her into his lap and kiss her deeply.

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