lawful_lizzie (lawful_lizzie) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-03-07 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elizabeth weir, remy lebeau (gambit) |
Who: Elizabeth and Gambit
What: Dinner and languages
Where: Chinese restaurant
When: Early Feb
Rating: Low, mild flirting
Status: Complete
Elizabeth was waiting in the bar for her dinner companion while their table was being prepared. She’d arrived early, as she always did for these kind dates as she didn’t like being pressed for time. Although she was reticent to call it a date as she wasn’t entirely sure what it was. She had her hair pinned up and a teal coloured top on with black trousers. Sophisticated, yet simple she had thought when she had selected it. Sipping on a lime and soda, she waited and people watched as customers and staff milled around her.
Remy had no such reticence and had dressed to the nines, sort of. A form fitting black outfit of shirt, pants, and close fitting jacket, accompanied bright purple shoes, and he held a single red rose in one hand. He walked in, curious as to what would come, curious as to what she expected, and intrigued by her style.
She was a person who wanted to know things, and it sounded like experience things, too. But what, exactly, she wanted, was not known to him, and that made it interesting.
Elizabeth spotted someone moving towards her with intent and sat up straighter, placing her drink down on the table, she gave a bright smile and stood to greet him. “Hi, I’m Elizabeth,” she introduced, holding her hand out to shake his. He was tall, dark haired and handsome with amazing eyes that she could very easily spend a lot of time gazing into.
“Ah, chere’, you honor me with your beauty.” His cajun accent was strong as Remy smiled, stood, extending his hand to hers, shook it, then turned it to kiss it, bending his head over it, eyes dancing. He winked at her as he settled to the chair opposite hers, letting go of her hand only slowly.
“How are you, Elizabet?” He used the Franco endearment version of her name, taking a slight liberty in doing so, but enjoying flirting with her far too much.
Elizabeth certainly enjoyed the flirting. Who wouldn’t when it came to a beautiful man working his charms on you? Unused to being greeted with a kiss on the hand and such ornate flattery, Elizabeth could feel a flush of heat advancing up her neck towards her cheeks. Sitting herself down as he did, she was acutely aware of the prolonged touch of his hand on hers. It had been too long since she had been the sole subject of a man’s attention.
“Well I’m certainly doing much better than I was five minutes ago, that’s for sure,” she joked, the company suddenly making this evening a happier affair. “And yourself? Would you like a drink to take to our table?” she asked as she spotted a waiter heading their way with a couple of menus. Their table must be ready.
Remy grinned at her and nodded. “Sure. I recommend the ‘93 Chablet. It’s got a very cherry flavor.” He extended his arm to her. “Shall we, my beautiful madame?”
Elizabeth could but grin at him as she stood and took his arm as they were led to their table. The waiter sat them at the table, handed over their menus and she relayed Remy’s recommendation for the wine to him. “So Remy, tell me a bit about yourself,” she smiled, sitting forward to listen to him talk.
“Well, I’ve been a comic book artist and writer since I was a boy, first just scribbles, then amateur stuff, then finally professionally. Right now, I am working on four books, one of which i do both for, the rest I do art for. I enjoy somewhat but not really extreme sports, like parajumping, and cliffjumping, and so on. And I enjoy swing dancing.” He arched an eyebrow. “And you?”
“Nothing quite so adventurous so far, although negotiating some of the most successful treaties in war zones comes close,” Elizabeth grinned. She’d not been in that situation for a long time. “I’m pretty married to my work,” she admitted bashfully. “Although, as I think I said on the Net, it has been pointed out to me that I should look at getting more of a life,” she admitted, feeling a little embarrassed for having done so. She was proud of her work and always would be, but she knew she had a habit of letting it consume her sometimes.
Remy smirked at her. “I can imagine so. It sounds like you’ve done some rather risky things yourself.” He was impressed, frankly. And he was feeling like he was really understanding her.
“Yeah? I understand. It’s easy to get lost in work you truly care about.” He reached out to take her hand again, and squeezed it, then raised it to kiss it, if she would allow. “Maybe I can help you dance and sing a little other fun into your life, when you want it.”
Elizabeth grinned as he picked up her hand. She liked Remy. He was someone who obviously enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest, and while the Elizabeth in her Dreams would have been more inclined to be restrained with his advances, real world Elizabeth felt herself increasingly drawn to him. “I would like that very much,” she told him, feeling a happiness settle over her at the prospect. “What would you suggest to start?” she offered teasingly while the waiter returned to pour their wine for them.
Remy nodded to her. His eyes danced when she didn’t turn him down and he found himself smiling wider. “Well, swing dancing is definitely a good choice, gets the blood pumping, and I can show you my tango.” He paused, then grinned. “Then maybe some tandem low parachuting, if you feel up to it. And I can draw you, too.”
He raised an eyebrow in question or challenge at the last idea.
“You want to draw me?” Elizabeth asked, a shy smile on her lips as her cheeks heated. “Well, aren’t you a man of many talents,” she teased, locking eyes with him for a few moments. She cleared her throat, mentally telling herself to get a grip of herself before replying. “How about we start with languages and dancing and go from there?” she suggested, squeezing his hand quickly before releasing to give the waiter her order.
“I would like that, yes.” He grinned as her cheeks turned red, and he liked that, a lot. Meeting her eyes was a pleasure, and he smirked, but softer this time. “Sounds like fun. Never do anything you don’t want to do, Elizabet’.”
He nodded, squeezed back, and let go, willingly. He ordered for himself, and settled back, feeling himself rather bouncy. She was getting under his skin, rather handily, and making him respond in other ways as well.
“Now, which language you wanna start with, French or Cajun?”
Elizabeth smiled at Remy and replied without hesitation. “Je suis tout à fait capable de parler français, alors pourquoi ne pas Cajun?” she looked up at him innocently from under her lashes. Elizabeth had always had an ear for languages and she’d spoken French almost fluently since the age of 10.
“Cajun it is.” Remy smirked at her flawless French. “Nicely said, mademoiselle. “ And he shifted then to Cajun, repeating the same sentence, slowly, pronouncing each word slightly more than needed. He knew the over pronunciation helped some pick languages up.
“I’ve spoken French and Russian since I was about ten. German, Italian and Spanish since about eighteen,” Elizabeth shrugged easily and took a sip of her wine.
Elizabeth loved languages. Had made her career out of it ultimately, so listening to Remy speak and teach her new words was exactly what she needed. To be learning something new was so refreshing and Elizabeth realised how much she’d been stagnating lately. For the first time in a long time, Elizabeth let herself go and simply enjoyed the moment, repeating his words as best she could and enjoying his company. She even indulged in the occasional touch of hands with him, laughing freely when she got a pronunciation wrong and celebrating with a sip of wine when she got things right.
Dinner was enjoyable, by dint of talking to a beautiful and intelligent woman, and he found himself losing himself in it. By the time he paid attention to what time it was again, two hours had passed, and they were on their third or fourth nonalcoholic drinks, having enjoyed dinner. And they were now sitting much closer together. He shook his head. “You are amazing, Elizabeth.”
This was turning out to be a very amazing evening..
Elizabeth smiled contentedly as she ran her eyes over him. “I was just thinking the same about you. I don’t think I’ve had such an enjoyable evening for a long time, thank you,” she told him. “I uh, I hope it’s not too forward of me to ask, but...could we meet again?” she asked quietly, trying to still the sudden urge to fidget.
“I’d like that myself, Elizabeth.” Remy’s smile was warm, and comforting, and he reached out a hand to gently take one of hers and squeeze it. “I would welcome another night of being investigating our friendship with intensity, and exploring things in-depth with you.” And maybe there was some flirting and teasing in there.
Elizabeth grinned slowly at the implication there and tilted her head. “I would like that very much,” she told him happily.