Private Finished Woo Me with Fine Dining

"It's been a good afternoon, Yuki. One of the best days I've spent in my life... Thanks to you." Sir Gabe offered Prince Yuki a quick peck on the cheek as the firework display began, his armour clanking a bit as he moved to wrap his arms around the young prince. The two locked eyes as the sky lit up with reds, blues, greens and yellows and the smell of gunpowder and Gabe's floral scent filled the air. Gabe tenderly wrapped his arms around Yuki's neck, pulling him in slowly for the final kiss before--

"...you wake up." The dream faded. Yuki's eyes fluttered open and he squinted at the source of the noise. "...Sir Gabe?" He mumbled. "Sir Gabe, just kiss me... don't let this dream be interrupted..." Already he was slipping back into fantasyland, Sir Gabe holding him up as he'd apparently had a fainting spell.

Prince Yuki felt Sir Gabe's warmth course through him as they locked lips at last, their hands and hearts intertwining as the two of them shared an intimate moment. Slowly Yuki was pulled up and they kissed again, and again. Eventually Yuki was dragged into reality, and looked into the real Gabe's eyes with a mushy look.

Then he realised he was awake.

Slowly propping himself up with what little groggy strength he had, he felt his voice gurgle from the depths of slumber. And he was just going to put away the possibility that he'd spoken any of his dream lines out loud. He could deal with that later.

"I'm awake..." He groaned, rolling off the couch with a soft 'oof' and picking up his phone. It was Jamie. The food would arrive any moment now. Yuki dragged himself to the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and washing his face before applying concealer and eye drops anew.

"Food'll be here any second." He said, still too sleepy to add any of the usual pep into his voice. He just wanted to cuddle up with Gabe all day, really. But he soon would be able to show his boyfriend the thrill of fine dining. That was enough to make him smirk to himself a bit.

Yuki actually fist pumped as he saw Gabe offer the chance to cuddle more and immediately took it. Warmth was good. Warmth was fun. Warmth was comfortable. "m still sleepy." He slurred, even though he was starting to wake up a little more. The next time they had a sleepover, it was going to be at Yuki's house. So he could just force Gabe to stay cuddled up with him all day and just be lazy and have a good, relaxing time. Without stress or drama or unnecessary character development.

"Also, call me something else. Like Yu-chan or Yuyu or whatever. Yukes makes me feel like I'm a dog or a pet or something. Snow works too." He nuzzled into Gabe more, enjoying the softness and low-key hoping the doorbell wouldn't ring soon.

"Are you stupid? Of course you can call me boyfriend." He chuckled lightly, ruffling Gabe's hair (which he realised he liked a lot. He wanted Gabe to keep it at this length.) then grew silent for a moment. "...I'm comfortable with us now." He added, more quietly.

The doorbell rang, and Yuki silently cursed his luck as he put on his butterfly persona, straightening his posture and wearing a polite, pleasant smile as he opened the door to a young-looking waitress. "Meal service for Master Hayashi?" The girl inquired, and Yuki nodded. It was strange, he thought. Even though he was dressed so casually and this apartment building was far from fancy, the girl seemed far from fazed. He was impressed by the level of training the restaurant employed.

"Yes, that's me. We shan't need anything else, so I shall leave the trolley out with a message to the restaurant." He said, fishing out a fifty dollar bill. "My tip." He smiled, pleased at the girl's flustered expression. "Keep the change."

"Th...thank you." She nodded, face lighting up. Yuki loved it when they did that. "And, uh, this is a gift from... Miss Jamie, I think it was?" She began as she brought out a bottle of non-alcoholic Sauvignon. Yuki blinked. Wow. Did his patronage really mean that much? It wasn't like he'd used the concierge service often.

"Thank you! I'll be sure to send her my gratitude later. Have a good day!" He beamed as he brought the trolley in. He could already smell the beautiful aroma rising from the trays...

Yuki felt his stomach drop a little as Gabe began about wanting something simpler. Oh god. Had he messed up? Had he made a mistake? Gabe had said he was excited, but... Well, he looked happy enough. Yuki felt a little uncomfortable still but most of it drained away as Gabe laughed. That angelic sound filled his heart with reassurance. Good.

"Well, I just thought..." He said as he set up the cutlery in the correct positions (dessert fork and spoon on top, three forks left, two knives right, spoon, seafood fork, no need for bread plates or knives... all good!) "I thought it would be nice. I've always...always wanted to, um, to dine. With someone I care about. That wasn't family." He faltered, but then laughed a bit as he set a napkin on Gabe's lap. Hopefully he could stop being a downer and just enjoy this lovely meal. With his lover looking him right in the eyes. With giggling. And conversation. And for goodness' sake, they'd even included a candlestick and matches?! Well, he wasn't going to refuse...

"So the first dish is a scallop tartare. That's, erm, it's kind of like sashimi, so you eat it raw. Like a raw fish cake! This particular one has been prepared with shiitake mushroms, dashi and daiso. So it's Japanese-inspired." He could feel his smile growing as he gained his confidence. Hopefully he could wow Gabe with his knowledge. "Oh, but erm, if there's anything you can't eat, let me know. I know you said you couldn't eat fruit, so..." He trailed off, finally taking off the cloches and putting his phone on silent. It already smelled wonderful - a fresh scent of the sea was accompanied by a whiff of saltiness from the dashi and the shiso provided a peppery, minty fresh scent. "Oh, and don't worry. The shiso is what helps keep the dish safe to eat. Be sure to consume it too at the end if you want to play it safe." He reassured, remembering that most people would probably be put off by the idea of eating raw fish.

He took a moment to appreciate the look of the meal before clapping his hands together and muttering a quiet thank you for the food. It was well-plated, honestly. He'd make sure to go to this restaurant in person sometime. The flavours of the ocean burst in his mouth satisfyingly, as if he had dived into its depths himself and were now listening to the fish sing. It was rather well done indeed.