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As Amélie drove up to the high-end restaurant, Lena was fumbling with her pencil skirt. “I feel awful silly in this outfit, y’know.” Lena mumbled, red lips pouting. Amélie sighed, pulling into a parking spot. “I assure you that you look beautiful, cher.”
Lena snorted, opening the door to the crisp air, and tugged at her skirt again. “Not as beautiful as you,” The shorter woman said, taking her lover’s hand in hers. “Non. Let us get something to eat, Lena. Tonight, is special, did my reminder in the apartment make you forget?”
Lena swallowed, face warming at Amélie’s remark. The tingling lipstick marks just below her blouse’s neckline didn’t allow her to forget. “N-no, I wouldn’t forget our anniversary.” Lena smiled, hoping her shirt wouldn't slip to reveal her girlfriend's lipstick prints.
Amélie picked out an outfit for her, and Lena refused to wear it at first; the dipping neckline of her red blouse was a bit out of character for Lena, as well as the red lipstick Amélie gave her. The black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees was definitely something Amélie had to convince her to wear.
Stepping up to the omnic waiter, Amélie requested a table for two, and followed him towards the back of the restaurant. Luckily, there were few attendees where the omnic sat them. Lena had managed to tame her spikes for tonight, they were sleek and less out-of-control. The thin golden chains around her neck glistened in the candle light between the two.
“Can I have a glass of your Château Léoville-Las Cases, and she will have,” The taller woman looks towards Lena, who was still skimming through the menu. Amélie coughs, and Lena looks up suddenly to the omnic waiter.
“Oh! Uh, I’ll take a,” Lena looks over the menu quickly, laughing nervously. “Heineken.” The omnic nods, takes their menus, and whirrs away.
“So, cherie, have any plans after this?” The tone in her voice sends a shiver through Lena, her leg bouncing under the table. “Uh, maybe a flick after this?” Amélie’s smile falters, a forced laugh ringing between them.
“I was thinking something more, comment dites-vous, exciting.” Lena shifted in her seat. “Oh,” Her voice was low, and she glanced around the room to see if anyone heard Amélie.
“Is that why you got me all dolled up like this?” Lena hummed, straightening the silverware next to her plate. “Possibly.” The tip of Amélie’s heel brushes up the side of Lena’s stocking-clad calf, causing the shorter woman to flinch.
“Playing footsies with me, love?” She laughed, but got choked up as Amélie skimmed higher. Amélie chuckled across the table, leaning on her elbows. “It’s not the only thing I’m going to be playing with this evening.”
Lena sat up in her seat, the sleek heel pressing into the side of her knee. “Ladies.” The waiter made Lena jump, and he set their drinks down and hovered beside their table. Amélie’s heel didn’t drop as she started to order her meal.
“Pâtes aux lardons, s’il vous plaît,” Amélie said, her native language sounding like a chorus of angels to her lover. Lena cleared her throat, drumming her fingers on the table. “I’ll take the ratatouille.”
Her Cockney accent garbled the meal’s name, but the waiter understood. The omnic nodded again, and left. Amélie dropped her heel between Lena’s shoes, and nudged her legs open.
Lena shivered, cradling her beer in her hands. “ Amélie, what are ya doi-” The taller woman’s heel slid up between the inside of Lena’s calf, and rested the platform of her heel between Lena’s thighs. The woman in front of Amélie was trying to control her breathing, but the look Amélie was giving her wasn’t helping much.
The shorter woman took a sip from the glass bottle she was holding, hoping no one could tell what Amélie was doing under the tablecloth. “I decided we should start early,” Amélie whispered over the short candles on the table, the flames dancing.
“If only our dinner would arrive, I’m starving. I’m so hungry, je veux manger ta chatte," Amélie hummed, her platform of her heel tickling the inside of Lena’s thigh. Her skirt was starting to hike up under the tablecloth. “That,” Amélie sighed, ”would be something I wouldn’t have to wait for.”
Lena’s face nearly matched her blouse at this point, trying to swallow a mouthful of beer to cool her nerves. Her tights were starting to feel itchy, and her shirt the same. “Amélie,” Lena hissed across the table.
“Be quiet now, people will hear y-” Amélie chuckled darkly. “But wouldn’t you like that?” The shorter woman bristled, her lips parting for a before pursing, brow creasing playfully. “Your game is real cute, love, but it’s not gonna work here, you can’t embarrass me in pub-”
Amélie nudged her foot forward, base of the heel prodding her crotch. Lena’s hand flew off her bottle and white-knuckled the edge of the table, the plates clinking with the silverware. Some patrons turned to see what the noise was, but turned again in disinterest.
“So, this is how you wanna play, huh?” Lena hissed across the table, smile tugging at her mouth. She shifted her chair forward, pressing Amélie’s foot further between her thighs. Amélie squinted, smirking at her girlfriend. She twisted the tip of her heel on Lena, causing the other to inhale sharply.
The soft whirring of the omnic waiter turning the corner made both of them fall back against their seats and stare at the tablecloth. Lena’s blush was still present on her cheeks, and Amélie, smirking at her lover. The waiter didn’t seem to take note of it, placing both plates down and leaving them again.
“We will continue at the apartment, let us eat for now.” Amélie leaned over the table with her glass of wine and clinked it against Lena's bottle before setting it gently back on the table. Lena began eating; stomach tangling in knots. Amélie took a precise stab at her meal, still watching her girlfriend closely. “Would you like to try some of mine, Lena ?” Amélie offers, swirling the flat noodles around her fork. Lena sets her own fork down, and wipes her mouth before leaning forward on the table.
“Looks good,” She observed, realized Amélie was holding the fork out towards her, noodles spun around the end of it. Lena closed her lips around the fork, and slid the noodles into her mouth. The rich sauce from the pasta was delicious, and the meat in it was equally as good. Amélie took her fork back into her plate, and they ate, sharing smiles, and playful touches under the table with their shoes.
After the two finish, Lena takes out her wallet, fishing for bills. “It’s alright love, I got this,” She says, but Amélie takes her hands into hers. “We need to split the bill, chérie, it was an expensive meal,” Upon receiving the check, Lena agrees.
The two exit the restaurant, comfortably full, and go to each side of Amélie’s car. As they get in, Amélie mumbles something to herself. “Say somethin’?” Lena asks, putting on her seatbelt. Amélie shakes her head, and turns her keys into the ignition. “Can’t wait to go home, I'm curious of what your plans were, love,” Lena laid back in the leather seat as they pulled into the street, heading towards their apartment.