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“Oh woooow,” Rose exclaims with wide eyes as she looks around the restaurant. “This is like fancy fancy.”
Svetlana laughs, giving her a teasing smile. “What does ‘fancy’ usually mean for you Americans?”
“Definitely not this,”she replies, letting out a low whistle as she does one more 360. Svetlana laughs harder.
“Come,” she says, slipping her hand into the other woman’s, trying to ignore the roar of butterflies in her stomach as Rose grins stupidly at their clasped fingers. “Our table is ready.”
The two girls make their way to a small booth off to the side of the restaurant, not hidden, but not smack-dab in the center either. Just the right amount of privacy and exposure. She lets go of Rose’s hand before she beckons her to sit and then takes the seat across from her. “So. What do you think?”
“I think that I am a little underdressed,” Rose chuckles, smoothing out her pale pink dress anxiously. Svetlana rests her shoe on the side of her ankle for the briefest second, letting her know that she looks fine. Beyond fine. She looks stunning.
Rose’s hair cascades down her shoulders in beautiful waves, a dazzling silver clip keeping it out of her eyes. Her lashes are long and thick with light brown eyeshadow dusting her lids and her lips are rosy red. Now whether that’s from the lipstick or the good eight minutes they spent making out in the car, who’s to say?
She’s wearing a light pink dress that goes just a little past her knees and silver high-heeled shoes that match the clip in her hair. The only way Svetlana thinks Rose Landry could ever be underdressed anywhere is if she were naked, and even then she’d still look perfect.
“You look amazing,” Svetlana reassures her, leaning over the table and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She gives her a chaste kiss on the lips and settles back in her seat just as their server comes.
They both order fruity cocktails with weird names and their desired entree and then it’s just the two of them, Rose talking animatedly about this new role she’s got her eyes on and then Svetlana talking passionately about this new dress that just came in. It feels like only ten minutes have gone by by the time their food gets here.
“Thank God,” Rose sighs, hastily setting a napkin in her lap and grabbing her kebab. “I’m starving.”
Svetlana smiles as she impales her shepherds pie. “This is like the third time you’ve had chicken this week.”
“I’m on a kick,” Rose says before diving into her food. Svetlana can’t help but laugh as she reaches for her phone.
“Hold it up for me, Цветоk.”
Rose grins as she swallows and then holds up the kebab and Svetlana snaps a picture.
“Идеальный,” she says in admiration. “You are so cute.”
Rose ducks her head, the tips of her ears turning the color of the flower she’s named after. “Oh hush,” she mumbles, though she’s smiling wide around her fork. “You always say stuff like that.”
“Because it is true!” Svetlana exclaims. “You are the cutest, and the prettiest, and definitely the sexiest too and-“
“Okay!” Rose squeals with laughter, lunging across the table and clapping a hand over the other woman’s mouth. “I get the picture!”
“Are you sure?” Svetlana asks once her hand is removed. “Cause it has been a few days since I’ve reminded you. Really reminded you.”
Rose’s face grows hot and her eyes blaze with a barely concealed intensity. “Don’t” she warns but Svetlana just takes it as a challenge. “I am trying to eat my dead bird.”
“Oh bleck.” She dramatically recoils from the other side of the table. Challenge forfeited. “Why would you phrase it like that?! Mood ruined, boner lost.” Rose cackles, taking another bite of her food with a triumphant smirk on her face.
“That’s what I thought,” she says smugly, hand hovering over her mouth as she chews. They sit in comfortable silence before Svetlana feels a shoe sliding up her thigh. “Maybe I don’t need reminding,” Rose teases, eyes sizing up her body in a way that never fails to make’s Svetlana’s brain turn to mush. “Maybe you need to be reminded how beautiful you are.”
Svetlana has to grip her fork so she doesn’t lunge across the table and kiss that sensual tone right out of Rose’s mouth. She stares for another second, white hot threads of want coiling in her stomach, before she awkwardly clears her throat, tearing her gaze away from her girlfriend. “Чертов ад,” she swears, trying to will her body to return to a normal temperature. “I can’t take you anywhere.”
Rose just laughs, eyes shining. “And yet here we are.”
Svetlana smiles, love swelling so big in her chest it’s almost uncomfortable. “Here we are.”