nextgenerationmarvel | It is a date!

It was silly, she knew, but Brooke was nervous. She was seeing Alexander after what seemed to be far too long, but was in actuality only a few weeks. A few weeks during which much had happened. Nothing terribly significant - apart from the wedding of her best friend - but many things, nonetheless.

Brooke stepped out of her Town Car in front of The House and requested the driver to grab a meal for himself. After all, a hungry driver was a bad driver, and it wasn’t as though Brooke was going to be out of the restaurant in fifteen minutes. She checked herself one last time in the mirror of her compact, snapped it shut, and slid it into her clutch. She’d opted for a dress that was less ladylike than her usual style tonight; a body skimming red dress that was equal parts sexy and demure, without looking as though it belonged in Alexander’s sister’s closet.

She exhaled softly through her nose and nodded. She was always nervous before seeing Alexander. Always. There was no good reason for it (except for where he was a demigod and he had that absolutely piercing gaze). She breathed in deeply and reached out with her powers. There, across the way, was someone waiting, calmly, for their check. Brooke pulled on that and used it to calm her nerves, even was the person whose emotions she was pulling from started to get a little agitated.

That was okay. That wasn’t her problem.

Putting on her warmest smile - she had long since learned that being rude to the help wasn’t always in her favor - she walked up to the hostess and asked for the table reserved under her name.

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Brooke looked at the t-shirt, then back down to her outfit. She was always, always dressed to the nines. Not a hair out of place. Not an eyelash left bare of mascara. Not an inch of her body that wasn't delicately perfumed. It was her armour, her designer clothing, her heels, her perfect hair and make-up. It was how she presented herself to the world. Perfectly presentable, perfectly in control, perfectly...perfect.

Maybe the more perfection she showed on the outside, the more perfect her insides would be. The more perfect her life would be. It hadn't proven true, but Brooke had never stopped trying.

And yet here was someone who wanted to know who she was. Who she truly was. Without any of that.

"Give me a moment," she said, nodding her head. She took the t-shirt from him and tentatively reached him, giving him a peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

She disappeared into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror for a long moment. Then she slipped off her clothes, starting with her jewelry, then her shoes, and then her dress. She cleansed her face of make-up until she was completely fresh faced. Then, taking a deep breath, she slipped back out of the bathroom and padded her way over to the living room again, pausing by the entrance.

"Hi," she said shyly. No one besides her maid had ever seen her dressed down, and even then, Brooke's nightgowns tended to be girly, expensive, and luxurious. "I'm back."

Alexander found himself needing a breath when he saw Brooke without all of her make up and fancy clothing. She seemed timid. She was worried about what he'd think of her. She was certainly eye-catching before this but without all of the extras, he simply couldn't tear his eyes away.

He was standing in front of her in a moment. Beneath his desire for her (which was still as strong ever) and the depth of his caring there was something new:

Awe.

She thoroughly entranced him.

"There are words I could say to describe you now but they aren't enough. Not nearly enough." he whispered.

"We should go to your bedroom or I may forget myself and take you here. And while there will be time for those nights in the future...your first time should occur where you are most comfortable."

Brooke nodded and then took Alexander's hand in her own, sliding her fingers in between his gently. She was thinking too many things, feeling too many things, and she found that words were yet again failing her. But that was okay. It was a comfortable sort of not-being-able-to-speak. Anticipatory. She'd be lying if she didn't admit to having thought about this for quite a long while now.

Slowly, shyly, she led him up the staircase of her apartment and down the corridor into her bedroom. It was surprisingly minimalistic - light colours, stacks of books providing much of the decor...none of the intense glamour that Brooke herself possessed. Partially, this was because Brooke hadn't really spent much time at her apartment after having purchased it, having moved almost directly into the Institute.

Somehow, though, given what Alexander wanted...it felt right.

She turned, then, and tentatively kissed him.

Alex kissed her and pushed the door closed with his foot. He would study the room in detail later but he was already impressed with the books. He loved to read and tried to make time whenever possible. Most nights while he stayed up drawing or cutting material, he had an audiobook playing in the background to go with the glass of wine (or the bottle).

He kept the kiss light and gentle, wanting Brooke to go at her own pace.

"Tell me what you enjoy. No matter how small or simple you think it is. If I do something you do not like, say so, and it will not be done. All that tonight requires is that you tell me as much as you can so that I can make you happy." he whispered.

He took of his coat and loosened his tie for her.

Generally, on a night where Brooke was alone in her apartment, she tended to relax with a book - usually something by Edith Wharton because Jane Austen was all kinds of overrated - and a flute of sparkling wine and a bowl of fresh fruits. (Unless it was winter. Then it was cocoa.) Most of the books around the room were books by those classic American authors- Wharton, Fitzgerald (Roxie's favourite writer, him) - mixed in with books about New York society.

Gently unknotting Alexander's tie - simply slipping it off was far too heathen a thing for Brooke to ever do - she smiled up at him, and he would feel something mixed in with the desire and passion she currently felt. Contentment. It was a new feeling for her, and though Brooke had always imagined she'd felt contentment, she hadn't. Not like this.

"I'm already happy," she whispered a little hoarsely. "I can't think of anything that happens tonight that I won't enjoy." It wasn't foolishness or naivete speaking, though it could very well seem as though it was. She loved Alexander, and she'd waited for years to be with the right man, while other girls and women she knew wanted to get it over with just for the sake of saying they'd finally done it.

Brooke had never been that girl.

Unbuttoning his shirt, she reached up again, standing on her toes, and kissing him a little more deeply this time, a little more urgently. "I trust you."

Alexander shrugged off his shirt as Brooke kissed him and he removed her shirt in turn. Her words soothed him yet awoke passion in him at the same time.

"I love you, Brooke Wyngarde. Let me show you." he said, lifting her from the floor and into his arms. He laid her gently on the bed and smiled down at her.

Grandfather sent him to Earth as punishment but perhaps there was a deeper lesson in that punishment. Maybe Brooke was supposed to teach him something he could not learn otherwise.

Those were things to contemplate another night. The only thing he wanted to explore now was her.

And explore he did.

It is a date!

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