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[lordfuckleroy]

Why do I think that it is utterly sexy when you talk nerd to me?

[ He hated it that Alex got that reference, and also hated that it turned him on ever so slightly. Enough that he was putting the previous discussion quite out of his head; if June and Nora came here, they would discuss it. He also knew that he would have to tell Shaan about this whole thing, about dating Alex Claremont-Diaz.

Dating, it was not marriage. But gods, he was the type to want a steady commitment. He was not made for single-serving relationships so he was hoping that this was not the case, this was not just a fling.

That once Alex got to know the real him, he would understand that it was not all just crowns and cheerio's ]

[internationalrelations]

Because you're the bigger nerd, babe.

[They were both nerds. But Henry was clearly the nerdier nerd. Alex had text message conversations about Byronic poetry to prove as much. He was smiling still, amused, playful. Look, the relief in him that this finally came out and that Henry didn't hate him or want to avoid him for the rest of their lives had left Alex awash in something nigh on giddy.

Oh god they were going to go on a date.

Alex was also not the fling type. He might think he could handle casual, but he was a hopeless romantic who would fall incredibly hard, was already in the process of it really, given the way he was looking at Henry who was genuinely breathtakingly beautiful when he let himself actually relax, actually genuinely smile.

He reached out to smooth a hand down along the seam of Henry's robe where it lay crossed over at his chest.]

But that's one of the things I like about you.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ They were the same in that, that they were both hopeless romantics.

Just different aspects of those, Henry was Poetry on Moonlit nights, and Alex was likely the type that would fill a room with flowers or send a giant teddy bear-ogram; the two of them though would compliment that type nicely. ]

You will have to tell me more about yourself because I am at a disadvantage to my future self, so I will have to get to know you all over again.

[ A smile, soft and sweet--- perhaps because he wanted that, wanted to get to know him even if it was over dinner and maybe a nice romantic walk. Or cuddling on the couch they shared. ]

Because while I like much about you, I do not know what makes you tick...

[ A beat.. ]

Aside from chaos.

[internationalrelations]

[That fucking smile. He'd be furious about it if he weren't so smitten and endeared by seeing it on Henry's face. It had an answering smile stretching over his own face before he even consciously realized it.]

Guess you will. Lucky you. I'm a delight to discover.

[And incredibly modest, of course.]

Mm... mostly chaos. But there's a lot more about you I don't know yet too, so don't think you're getting off easy. Like... I don't even know if you like pina coladas or getting caught in the rain.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ It appeared that music, unless it was something patently british-- was not something that he was totally well-versed in so. He was trying to rack his mind for where that came from, and he was not making any sort of valid connections.

This would be the same guy who would be absolutely horrendous at the New Years Party when he was listening to the sound of Alex's high school years. ]

Pardon? It feels like it is always raining in Britain.. and especially London, due to it's proximity to the ocean.

[ Straight over his head. ]

[internationalrelations]

You're making me so sad right now.

[Alex sighed so heavily. Oh he remembered New Year's Eve and Henry's utter bewilderment at Get Low. So like really, he should have seen that coming.]

It's a song. ...about a married couple who are both trying to cheat on their spouse but they just wind up meeting each other. And then they kind of laugh it off. Honestly, it's a weird as hell song now that I think about it. The 70s were kind of fucked up though so I guess it figures.

[He curled his fingers into the fabric of Henry's robe, giving a little tug.] You're cute when you're confused though.

[lordfuckleroy]

How do you laugh off something like that?

[ He was literally perplexed, fucking boomers and their wierd songs, not that he would think that. Perish the thought, this was just the random musings of the jaeger pilot. As it stood, he felt himself being ceremoniously dragged back into Alex's sphere of influence which he was absolutely not displeased by. ]

Also, my knowledge of popular music is not as extensive as yours, I have no doubt about that though you could ask Bea and she would be able to tell you as there are many times she has snuck out to attend parties that she probably should not have. [ And which he covered for her. ]

[internationalrelations]

With pina coladas, apparently.

[No yeah weird as hell song, Henry. Alex did not disagree at all on that account. He smiled at the prince, fingers still playing with the fabric of his robe. He probably ought to leave Henry alone so he could go get dressed and start his day. He had things to do before their date night himself, after all.

But he was drawn to linger in the other man's presence.]

Sisters. [A shake of his head.] Bea sounds pretty great though. I hope I get a chance to get to know her.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Well this moment had turned loaded and he realized with startling frequency that this was going to be a hell of a time trying to keep his hands off of Alex until their date started. Especially when he was gripped like that. ] You are a menace.

[ Please Henry, tell Alex something that he didn't already know. ] I should not even let you be touching me until the date.. to build anticipation.

[ He was tempted to smack Alex's hand away, but honestly that would be like hitting a puppy and he'd never.. yes shove him, but not smack him ]

[internationalrelations]

Anticipation? You realize I've been losing my mind over you for more than a month, right? The anticipation has been built and had its grand opening already.

[Like seriously, Henry. But Alex released his grip on Henry's robe, spending a moment to smooth out the fabric as he did, looking from his hand at the prince's chest up to those bright blue eyes.]

But fine. We'll let the tension build. Until the date.

[Alex would do his best to menace Henry in the meantime though.]

[lordfuckleroy]

Well let me have a bit of anticipation then, call it a Prince Tax though if I catch you throwing tea into a bay, I will be very unhappy with you.

[ What a perfectly good waste of tea. ]

No throwing tea, if you do-- I shall not give you a single kiss until you have fished them all out.

[ He runs a tight ship here, okay. He does reach over to lightly and delicately-- almost uncertainly, push a lock of curled hair behind Alex's ear though it does not stay there.. of course it would not, it-- like Alex, is made of perpetual energy and motion. ]

[internationalrelations]

Like all Americans, I am constantly resisting the overwhelming urge to dump tea into the nearest body of water. But I'll do my best.

[Alex answered with as much solemnity that he could muster. Henry was -- when he had let some of that perfect public poised prince persona slip -- adorable. What a threat though, being cut off from kisses when he just finally got to kiss him.

He went still at that touch, light and sweet and tender as it was. His heart skipped and fluttered hard against his ribcage. Oh Alex knew he was down bad for the prince already. His expression softened into a smile, and he stepped closer to press a kiss to Henry's cheek.]

I'm going to go for a run. See you at six?

[lordfuckleroy]

It is a date and on my schedule.

[ He turned his head so that their lips could brush, a fleeting tribute of 'no escape' and then he let go of Alex and then drew away. His blue eyes radiated few less worries then they had previously and that was all thanks to Alex, and perhaps even this place. ]

I expect you to be prompt.

[ And then an afterthought.. ]

I know where you live.

[internationalrelations]

Yeah. It is a date.

[Fuck it he was gonna buy flowers while he was out on his run. He was going to give this date his all, since he had the feeling it might be the first real date Henry had ever gone on, rather than a date that would look good for the papers and royal watchers.

Then when Henry turned his head and gave him that absurdly sweet little kiss and Alex melted.

He rolled his eyes for good measure at the I know where you live. Haha very funny.]

I'll be there with bells on.

[Be prepared.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ Henry only smirked, as if giving Henry a bit of challenge to rise to.

And then he sauntered off into his own room and then shut the door so that he could change and take care of his own chores, such as doing a bit of straightening up and also read the network to see what was going on in the world that they had found themselves within.

Though once he had the door closed, he did lean back against it and allow the entire situation finally settle into him. If he had a pillow close at hand, he would hold it and yell into it like a teen girl.. or something. Dignified be damned. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex was the type to rise to challenges when they were set in front of him, and Henry was the most intriguing challenge that he had ever found himself facing. He watched the prince go -- which was not a bad view at all, thank you.

A shake of his head to try to shake himself out of it and he headed out for that run. And flowers.

And other errands he had for the day. Eventually he'd make his way back to shower and get ready for their date, fussing more over what he was going to wear than he likely would ever admit to. In any case, six o'clock on the dot he was knocking on the door to Henry's room, dressed, groomed, holding a small bouquet of roses and baby's breath.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ So Henry had come back and pretty much overturned the entirety of the clothes that he had, which arguably was not much. He'd gotten some items of clothing from the town as well as from the coliseum. Finally he'd decided on a dark blue button down shirt and khaki pants, stylish but still casual. And then he opened the door.

He scented of soap and water as he did not quite have access to his cologne (though that would be something he would get at a later point in time) and when he opened the door he came face to face with Alex and the flowers.

No one had ever bought him flowers before. ]

Oh...

[ Excuse him for being dumbfounded, Alex.. this was literally the sweetest thing that anyone has ever done for him. ]

[internationalrelations]

[Alex had chosen a pale blue Henley -- buttons deliberately undone because Alex Claremont-Diaz knew what he was about -- and jeans. He smiled as Henry opened the door, tilting his head slightly at that Oh in curiosity. What was that reaction, Henry?

He wiggled the little bouquet.]

These are for you. ...I know it's a little lame, but, well.. yeah.

[He wanted this to be a good first date, damn it.]

[lordfuckleroy]

[ So they could be matching, which let us be real also touched Henry quite a bit. It was true that Alex was exceedingly clever, the sort of clever that made Henry admire him all the more. On a deeper level that wasn't entirely superficial. That Alex had substance behind his style, all the better.

He took the bouquet and then pressed his nose to the blooms, how could he resist. It was such a cliche thing to do, but this felt like a fairy tale of sorts. This could have never happened in the real world, and part of him wondered if this was something specifically constructed by his mind, and that they were dreaming.

Oh no, he was smitten. ]

These are beautiful Alex, let me go put them in water.. [ But in consideration, he leaned in then and brushed his lips against a cheek. ] Thank you, this is very touching and I am trying to decide if I am dreaming at this moment. You may have to pinch me.

[internationalrelations]

[Alex did not bother trying to hide how pleased he looked when Henry actually took the flowers and immediately smelled them. It was beautifully cliche, but then, there was good reason for that. There was something simple and clean and pure about a small bouquet of flowers as a gift. Nothing more complicated than this pretty thing made me think of you and I hope you like them. In the world they both were used to living in with political angles and power plays usually tucked somewhere underneath every conversation or interaction, well, Alex appreciated the parts that were just... what they seemed to be.

So he smiled, nodding -- though that stilled at the kiss to his cheek before melting entirely. Henry wasn't the only one smitten.]

Ha. I mean if that's what you're into, I'm here to help.

[With a helping, or well, pinching hand? Who knew.]

Not a dream though. I'm like ninety seven percent sure of that myself anyway.

[lordfuckleroy]

Well, we can have that conversation about what we are each in to later.

[ Henry said as he moved past Alex to get the flowers into a vase. There was a vase around the little kitchen area, he knew so. He set the flowers aside so that he could fill it with an amount of water that would not drown the blooms and then he placed them in the vase, and arranged then quite artfully.

It appeared that being a prince meant that you were naturally good at flower arranging?

But once that was done and the flowers placed on the counter, he turned around to regard Alex. ]

Well if you should know, I am at your leisure now.

[internationalrelations]

Oooh, can we?

[Promises promises. Alex watched Henry as he fussed over the flowers, feeling that warmth spread straight through his chest. He tried to remember the last time he felt this... this... fucking fluttery about a date. And he can't.

He smiled and nodded, tilting his head towards the door.]

Then let's go. Night's ours.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ As much as he wanted to know what Alex was into.. in graphic detail, the thought gave him palpitations also-- because it forced him to gear into thought of what Alex could be into. Oh yes, that was inspiring several ideas within him, fostering and festering in equal low swoops through his abdomen.

get it together, Henry.

Once he had arranged the flowers to his satisfaction, he turns to Alex and then he offers his arm.. it was a date after all, and one offered their arm. ]

I would like that--

[internationalrelations]

[If it made Henry feel any better, Alex was a corresponding sort of mess, entirely too easily swept up in pretty much everything about the other man right now. And look at him. How could he not be?

He even offered his arm like he was stepping out of the pages of a Jane Austen novel. Alex could have died right then and there, overcome with how absurdly smitten with Henry he was.

Fuck him.

He took that offered arm, though not without shouldering into him gently.]

So I figure we can grab something to eat, maybe a drink or two and then, you know, maybe just walk for a while? While the sun sets.

[lordfuckleroy]

[ That was the singular most romantic thing that anyone has ever done for him.

He was not given the luxury and yet here was Alex, making his first actual male male date something special. No sneaking about, nothing cladestine. Just two men on a date and getting to know each other, perhaps a bit of snogging later. Perhaps a lot of snogging, after all they had determined that they (each other) were fun to kiss. ]

I was not aware that you had such a soul of romance, Alex Claremont-Diaz.

[ Henry said, giving the other man a side eye with those entrancing blue eyes of his. ] But it is nice, it appears you have somehow gotten into my head about everything that I think I first date should be and you decided to make good upon it.