“i've never loved anyone like i love you.”
The restaurant is objectively nice.
It's a wide open space with big windows allowing everyone to look out at the city, wide awake down below. String lights are brightening the room, enough that you can see around and not trip but not too much that the romantic atmosphere is lost.
The food is phenomenal, from the main course to dessert, the flavors pulling satisfied moans out of Eddie across from him with almost every mouthful. Buck is always thankful for anything that lets him hear those sounds.
So it's nice, and there's nothing to criticize about it, but it's—not the right choice.
When Buck had looked up places to take Eddie for their first year anniversary, it had seemed perfect. He'd wanted to make an impact, show Eddie that he appreciates him, and treat him to something a little fancy. Something that they don't usually do.
There's probably a reason why they don't usually do that kind of thing, he's realizing as he hands his card to the waiter.
They had fun, because when is it ever not the case when they're together, when they can make each other laugh and hold hands just because they can, but something about it felt a little forced. Not right.
Buck isn't sure if it's the overdressed waiting staff, or the uptight-looking other couples around them, or just the general ambiance, but he knows none of this is them.
(It's not always a bad thing, because the suits they're wearing aren't really them either, but he is definitely not complaining about the way Eddie's ass looks in those dress pants when he's walking.
The fresh air is welcome when they finally make it outside, filling his sinuses and clearing his senses from his overthinking.
Next to him, Eddie heaves out a sigh, his head tilted up. His eyes are closed, a hint of a smile curving his lips upwards.
Eddie's smile grows, his eyes soft when he opens them to look at him. "I'm good. Thank you for dinner. I had a great time."
"Nothing," Eddie says, shifting until the tip of their shoes are bumping into each other, his hands finding Buck's chest. "Just—"
He trails off, the way he does when he's thinking about the right thing to say.
Buck waits him out, trying his best to be good and keep his own hands where it's acceptable for a sidewalk in front of a fancy hotel and restaurant.
Still, he can't help but tug at the beltloop on Eddie's pants, enjoying the way it makes Eddie's breathing hitch before his boyfriend lets outa huff and shakes his head.
"Do you wanna grab a beer?" Eddie asks, glee shining in his eyes, smile too big for his face.
A laugh bubbles out of Buck, barely escaping into the night before he leans forward, stealing a kiss that's boredering on inappropriate for the sidewalk of a fancy hotel and restaurant. He can't say he cares.
"I thought you'd never ask," he says when he leans back, a little breathless, a lot happy.
Especially when Eddie laughs again, drunk on a glass of wine or a full bottle of love. "I mean, this really was nice, thank you for doing this for us," he says earnestly. "It just—"
"Yeah," Eddie breathes out. When he kisses Buck this time, it's nothing more but a press of lips, but it leaves Buck just as lightheaded when Eddie pulls away, his eyes shining and light fingers tracing his face. "God, I've never loved anyone like I love you."
Buck thought he was above blushing by now, but something about the way Eddie is feels in his arms tonight is making all the blood rush to his face. It's not always how their nights end.
"Does that mean the drinks are on you?"
Eddie rolls his eyes, but the fondness is clear on his face when he grabs Buck's hand and pulls him along and up the street. "I guess they are."
(They only make it to two beers before they're stumbling out of the bar to kiss in the back alley. That's definitely more like them.)
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