Grell and Marco on a date lalala

[fierybluebird]

Characters: Marco & Grell
Location: SECRET rooftop (ah the advantages to flying, am I right?)
Rating: Tentative PG-13 but it's Marco and Grell so R-warning early, if it happens, I'll bump up the security.
Open/Closed/Finished: CLOSED and unfinished
Summary: Marco takes Grell out on a rooftop date under starlight. Figure about a couple of weeks ago.



While Grell could teleport anywhere she wanted to, Marco was unable to resist the urge to sail the skies. Especially since he was capable of it. It was familiar, easy, soothing. He'd been away from home for half a year. Half a year without any of his brothers, the nakama that were supposed to be everything to him. At first, he'd been willing to treat it like a vacation. Less worry about keeping all the little idiots safe from the the world that wanted to hunt down the remaining scum pirates of the crew now that their captain, their father wasn't there to protect them. And it fell to Marco to keep them safe. All 1600 or so.

The skies were his freedom. Air currents, wind drafts, the warm air his own wings could procure in a pinch, all of it was Marco's domain to soar through. Flying in the night skies, he could pretend it was the Grand Line and he was just out scouting and protecting his family like he always did. As they reached their destination, Marco slowed down and circled to land where he'd set up the tables and food; lit with candles and thus easier to spot.

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[redcinemareel]

Grell had no idea where Marco had planned their dinner date, but it wouldn't matter. All he had to do was just...appear wherever Marco was. That wasn't the problem.

The problem was finding something to wear! All these cute dresses and none of them appealed to him. He sifted through his closet, intent on finding something he hadn't work yet, because buying a new dress the night of their dinner date was silly. Not to mention, there was no time!

So he found a nice dress that would keep him somewhat warm in the cool night air, accompanied by simple red pumps. He wore her usual red coat over it. With the finishing touches of makeup and taming his wild hair, Grell flickered away.

What he saw upon arriving made him widen his green eyes, looking at the table set up in awe. He then smiled, looking around for Marco.

[fierybluebird]

Marco playfully landed on Grell's shoulder as a phoenix before slipping behind him in human form and wrapping the red-head in a tight hug, holding Grell close. "What do you think?" Marco whispered seductively in Grell's ear. He appreciatively glanced up and down the dress, lightly running fingers down her sides, though there would be time for more in depth appreciation later.

[redcinemareel]

Really, Grell should be used to the phoenix form, but he did get startled by him landing on his shoulder. It was soon forgotten when human arms wrapped around him. Moments like this made it worthwhile to wait so long for the right one.

"It's lovely," Grell replied, turning to look at the other. "What do you think?" He could feel those eyes on him, and it only made him feel more beautiful.

[fierybluebird]

"I think you're outshining all of it so it hardly matters, mm?" Marco grinned, and affectionately brushed a strand of the wild red hair back behind an ear. "Are you always this dazzling or is just the starlight adding an extra glow?"

[redcinemareel]

Reason Number Two Hundred Forty Two on why Marco was a great boyfriend: saying incredible things like that!

Grell turned a light hue of red at the words, fully turning to the other with a smile. "I think you're adding to this glow, my firebird. Such sweet words could make anyone fall to their fate." He placed a hand upon his cheek, stroking it lightly. "What did you prepare for us?"

[fierybluebird]

"Hopefully a good fate," Marco paled slightly trying not to think of Thatch and Ace just then. "And seabass in a raspberry wine sauce. With frosted strawberries for desert. All red, just for you, eh?"

[redcinemareel]

"Of course a good fate," Grell raised an eyebrow, turning Marco's chin left and right. "You need some color to those cheeks! Really, have you been sick?" Grell had half a mind to apply some blush!

He looked to the food and licked his lips. "Red and ripe for the eating." He glanced over to Marco with hunger in his eyes. "Let us feast, lest the food turn cold."

[fierybluebird]

A quiet grin and Marco lightly kissed Grell's cheek before chivalrously pulling out the chair for her and setting everything up. "Just thinking of well... fates really." And being a phoenix with all the likelihood of watching everyone he cherished around him fall and not being able to stop it. Less than pleasant dinner conversation. He took in a deep soothing breath and remained impassively deadpan, "You know I never did quite find out some of your favorites back in your world, eh." He shot Grell a sexy seductive grin, trying to encourage the red-head to talk about himself. "Was this kind of thing done often in your world?"

[redcinemareel]

"...Fates..." Something he dealt with all the time, and most were left in his hands. An eternal being bound to witness all other's lives become dust in the wind.

Yes, not so pleasant dinner talk.

"I've not narrowed down a favorite, because there is a plethora of dishes that spark my taste buds, but I must say," Grell sat down at the chair pulled out for him, catching that grin. The spotlight was on! "It depends on the chef creating the dish. There have been countless dinner engagements in my lifetime, but so few stand out." He pushed up his frames with a soft chuckle. "Reapers are not so different from humans. The same can be said of our society. We just have a few heightened characteristics."

Or many, but he'll let Marco decide about that.

[fierybluebird]

"Oh really now?" Marco leered back. "I hope that includes heightened senses. Because there is just so much I could do with that." Starting with taste of course. Marco cut up a piece of food and twirled it around in the sauce on the fork to hand-feed it to Grell. "Say 'ah' Kitten."

[redcinemareel]

"Then it may be best to let you experiment that part," Grell replied, blinking at seeing the fork presented to him. Already at the feeding stage? Fabulous. He complied, allowing the food to enter his mouth and..."Mmm..." There was a smile of approval while chewing, his eyes sliding shut as well. He eventually swallowed and looked to the other. "The flavors blend so well, darling~!"

[fierybluebird]

Marco beamed ear to ear, enjoying thoroughly that Grell's enjoying it. "You think so?" a small smirk of delight, loving to see something he made actually savored instead of perfunctorily devoured. "I made it specially for you after all. New dish and everything."

[redcinemareel]

"It's wonderful, my firebird. Thank you," Grell leaned forward and pecked his cheek, taking the fork so the other could get the same treatment. "I've not been treated to a one of a kind dish, before." He, too, cut off a piece of the bass and made sure it had enough of the sauce on before offering it to Marco, a hand below the fork in case of drips. "What made you pick this particular fish?"

[fierybluebird]

Marco happily took a bite, thrilled that Grell had decided to hand-feed him right back. "Mm? Ah, it was just the only fish I really recognized from home, eh. In my world all the oceans are divided up and each one has its own type of fish there. Along the Grand Line you can find some more varieties, but it's rare. And then the fish here," Marco shrugged. Some of them were familiar. Some were from oceans he'd never been to and many he had no idea whether they existed in his world or not.

[redcinemareel]

"I've never really bothered to look so closely at the wildlife here. OH! Speaking of which, Macabre came for a visit the other day!" Took up a glass of wine and sipped, humming at how the flavors worked together with their meal.

[fierybluebird]

"Oh? That's good to hear. How's she doing?" Marco asked leaning on his hand with a fond grin.

[redcinemareel]

"She seemed healthy to me," he replied with a shrug. "No injuries. I'd be able to know more if a certain prince tutored me in the avian tongue."

He was already foreseeing much tongue action during that tutoring, as well.

[fierybluebird]

"Sounds easy enough to arrange," Marco quipped back with a lingering look and then a low sexy whistle. "Think you can guess what that means?"

[redcinemareel]

Grell leaned forward, taking in the whistle with closed eyes before opening them with a smirk.

"Not quite sure, but I sense that our dinner will get cold."

[fierybluebird]

"Better hurry up then, eh Kitten?" Marco grinned softly, "Because I'm finding it a hard time not to ravage other things, hm."

[redcinemareel]

Grell took a bite of the meal, that smirk never leaving his face. "Same for you, dearest. I can't enjoy all this alone~."

[fierybluebird]

"Of course," Marco laughed softly and nibbled his asparagus. "Gotta eat up and stay strong."

[redcinemareel]

"AND work long and hard." Grell winked and offered another bite of fish to Marco. "Goodness, there's still dessert."

[fierybluebird]

"I'm glad to see you have such expectations of me, eh." Marco fed the last of his fish to Grell and took out the strawberries, inching closer to the red-head so he could deliberately tease the fruit around the bright red lips.

[redcinemareel]

Grell took a small bite, licking his lips as some of the juice from the strawberry tried to escape. It was quite tart, but not an offensive flavor. "Should I be aiming lower?"