Freddie's P.O.V.

"And you, Brian?" I asked shyly, interrupting his interested stare.

How silly of me. How very silly of me for almost not coming tonight. It had only just begun but I was delighted with how it was going. All this pretending we haven't known each other for years thing...I knew it would work but I didn't know it would work this well.

I truly did feel like I hardly knew him at all. Like this was the first time meeting. A blind date of sorts. All this time we had merely been band mates...friends. All right, we have been close all these years but not intimately. Not like this.

We were finding things out about each other that we'd never bothered to say before simply because we thought the other wouldn't be interested. But we are. I'd never told him I like Japanese art, never thought about letting him know...it just wasn't one of those things I felt like talking about...and by the look on Brian's face he was shocked about this. He probably thought I was only interested in music and...alcohol and...sex...because that's the only side I've let him see so far. And the other side of me was slowly appearing...but not all of it. Not yet.

"M-me? Well, umm...astrology. I love...I love astrology, looking at the stars and studying the planets and such...and umm, photography, I like playing about with cameras and taking photos...nerdy stuff really." He bowed his head, blushing.

Of course, astrology I already knew about but photography? I knew he took the odd picture but I didn't realise he was so in to it. I loved that.

I smiled, swilling the champagne around in the glass, "Photography?"

He nodded, still blushing.

"What kind?" I leant forward.

He shrugged, "Nature...portraiture..."

My questions got halted by a waiter returning to our little candle lit table, "Good evening, Gentlemen. Are you ready for me to take your order or would you like a little more time?" He asked, graciously.

I exchanged a little glance with Brian when we both realised we had been far too busy to even remember to take a look at the menu that lay in front of us.

"A few more minutes will be great, thank you." Brian smiled and the waiter nodded, leaving us alone again.

"I almost forgot that we were in a restaurant." He smiled, quietly.

I opened up the menu and began to read, "Fuckinghell..." I suddenly hissed, gasping and covering my foul mouth right away, "Sorry..." I whispered, giggling.

Brian looked at me wide eyed with an amused grin on his face, "What?" He chuckled.

"It's umm...expensive." I exclaimed.

Brian nodded, "It is The Ritz..."

"Yes I know...but still."

He smiled warmly at me, "Don't worry about it. I'm a guitarist remember. I can just about afford this." He winked at me making me shiver a little.

"Oh Brian, are you sure, darling?" I cringed thinking about how much this would cost.

"Positive. I wouldn't have brought you here if I didn't know what I was getting myself in for." He put his hand across the table as if he was about to reach for mine but he hesitated a few inches away from my finger tips.

"Well, I'm paying for the next one." I ordered.

"There's a next one?" He side glanced at me sarcastically, smiling.

I could feel my cheeks going red and I hid my smile, "Well, if you're lucky."

This was the first time that we had kind of broken out of our little role playing scenario we had going on, I liked it, but I liked getting to know the real Brian more.

"How about we both go for the tasting menu?" He suggested.

I had been eyeing that up but at almost £200 a head...I think I would have to go out to the streets and sell my body to pay for it.

"My treat...?" Brian gave me some gooey eyes and a smile to fucking die for.

"Are you sure your sure?" I wanted to clarify.

"I'm positively positive." He stared straight into my eyes.

I sighed, "Okay. Fine." I grinned, having to tell myself to stop staring at him as he looked very beautiful tonight. Dressed in a black tuxedo just like I was, a slightly different style and a normal tie instead of a bow tie. I hated how attractive he was, he probably thought I had problems with how much I looked at him.

"Another drink?" He offered.

"Not a chance." I scolded him, there was no way I was having another drink on top of this already hefty bill.

The waiter returned, "Are you ready now?" He smiled.

"Yes. We'll both have the tasting menu please. Also, could we get a bottle of Moët?" Brian smirked at me when my mouth fell open, ordering not just another drink but another bottle of champagne...which just so happened to be my favourite. He was quickly and very dangerously winning me over.

The waiter scribbled down the order and scuttled away once again.

"You're out of your mind." I gasped.

"I'm not. I know exactly what I'm doing." He smiled craftily whilst downing the rest of his champagne.

"And what's that?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Trying to impress you." I must have looked taken aback as he broke into a wide grin and a chuckle, "Is it working?" He rested his chin in his hands and stared at me.

Yes. And you bloody well know it is you sly little so and so. You know anything you do will make me weak.

I cleared my throat and leaned back in my chair, "My dear, you hardly know me. How would you know what does and what doesn't impress me." I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed in amusement, "Then tell me what impresses you."

A hot flush travelled through my veins when I quickly got embarrassed by his question accompanied by a cheeky lick of his lips and small smile.

I looked down and fought back a grin but eventually glanced back into his piercing eyes that seemed to be able to hold my stare far too easily, "Why? Where's the adventure in that? If I tell you, you'll know exactly what to do. If I don't..." I trailed off with a nervous giggle.

"If you don't...then you get to watch me try to figure you out. And that's what you want. Isn't it." He finished.

I let out a breathy sigh, partly because I was surprised he knew my answer and partly because he was practically eye fucking me and it was making me jittery what with his voice that was oozing with seduction, "Yes..." I whispered.

No sooner had that conversation stopped was the first tiny plate of food placed in front of us along with an ice bucket that held the bottle of Moët.

The food was amazing and throughout the rest of the tasting plates we made small talk, mostly complimenting the food, giggling like little girls and downing the champagne.

And then the waiter brought out the last dish.

"Your last plate, your dessert to share." He smiled, then went on his way again.

"To share?" Brian quizzed.

"It's so tiny I could probably fucking inhale that." I chuckled at the size of the blob on the plate.

I watched Brian stick his spoon in and stuff ooze out of the middle.

He then held out his spoon in my direction. When I didn't react he jabbed it closer to me.

I cocked my head to the side, "Really?" I giggled.

"Here!" He chuckled, pushing it closer to me, "Open wide..."

I huffed playfully before tentatively opening my mouth, he posted the spoon in before pulling it out.

"Is it good?" He asked whilst laughing at my eyes rolling back in bliss.

"Fuck." I groaned, "That's better than...sex."

"Chocolate and raspberries are better than sex?" He grinned.

I raised my eyebrows whilst taking a sip of champagne, "It's a close call."

He took his own mouthful of the pudding, laying back in his chair with his head up at the ceiling and his eyes closed, the spoon still sticking out of his mouth. He nodded silently, opening one eye to to look at me, giving his silent seal of approval.

After finishing the bottle of Moët and slowly feeling ever so slightly tipsy and very happy, we were ushered away from our cute little table.

"Are we going?" I asked.

He shook his head, his mass of curls dancing about, "Certainly not. Follow me." He looked secretive but I did so anyway, following him through the bar area where we were earlier and through into another room which was dimly lit and covered in everything gold. It was beautiful.

A doorman greeted us, "Good evening, welcome to the Rivoli Bar." He chanted, handing us lavish cocktail menus and letting us find a crook to sit in.

"Brian..." I gasped, "You can't..." I began but he cut me off.

"I can't pay for all this? Oh but I can, Freddie. I had saved up to buy myself a new speaker since somebody in my band trashed it but then that somebody bought me a new one so..." he shrugged, clicking his tongue.

We sat down in the warm humming atmosphere of this wonderful place and chose a cocktail, Brian went for the 'Churchill's Courage' and I chose a 'Royal Opera House' both seemed
very strong.

Whilst we waited for our drinks we were quiet, maybe it was something about the low light in this room but I could not take my eyes off of him. I felt myself liking him more every single second and was that even possible? I had fancied him for four years now and if anything I thought my feelings would decrease...I never thought they had the potential to get stronger.

I had never really been on a date before. Not a proper one, not like this. I'd been for a pint with people but it was never anything special. This was a night I'd remember forever...it was actually...rather romantic and I felt myself getting all soppy and wanting to pour my feelings out to him.

I wanted to tell him how lovely he looked and how special he was making me feel but...I was nervous. And I wanted to do this properly, and those aren't really things you tell somebody on a first date...are they? I was new to this, I didn't really have a clue what I was doing.