[Edward was doing his best to act annoyed by Jason's behaviour and that smile. He didn't want the younger man to think he was charmed by the display or pleased that Jason didn't push for anything more than walking him to his door. He certainly didn't need to give Jason even more proof of how effective the recognition of his brilliance was beyond the pleased swell of his scent.
Watching the alpha step back, he arched an eyebrow expectantly, mind immediately racing to guess what question Jason would ask. Whether it would be some piece of intelligence Red Hood could use, well aware of Edward's extensive information network, or something regarding his personal business and relationships, to allow Jason to cement his claim that neither of them should want. The former would be the smarter option - if Jason was determined to play at being mates no matter how Edward acted towards him, it would be wise to get something useful out of the time. But Red Hood's ruthlessness had been absent most of the night; he didn't expect it to raise its head now.
A thought that was proven correct, although the question was still one Edward wouldn't have anticipated under any circumstances. He blinked at Jason, baffled by the sentimental, unimportant question. It was good Jason didn't expect an immediate response; he was too thrown by the question - and wondering if he could avoid the answer that immediately came to mind in the interest of not ruining his cultivated image.
Watching Jason lay the flower down, he stayed in the foyer until his security alerted him that Jason had left the building. Then he collected the blossom and took it inside.
A few days later, Jason received a message, short and to the point:]
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2. Not all first dates go smoothly, though some go smoother than expected.
The romantic rendezvous will become old-fashioned
[Edward was doing his best to act annoyed by Jason's behaviour and that smile. He didn't want the younger man to think he was charmed by the display or pleased that Jason didn't push for anything more than walking him to his door. He certainly didn't need to give Jason even more proof of how effective the recognition of his brilliance was beyond the pleased swell of his scent.
Watching the alpha step back, he arched an eyebrow expectantly, mind immediately racing to guess what question Jason would ask. Whether it would be some piece of intelligence Red Hood could use, well aware of Edward's extensive information network, or something regarding his personal business and relationships, to allow Jason to cement his claim that neither of them should want. The former would be the smarter option - if Jason was determined to play at being mates no matter how Edward acted towards him, it would be wise to get something useful out of the time. But Red Hood's ruthlessness had been absent most of the night; he didn't expect it to raise its head now.
A thought that was proven correct, although the question was still one Edward wouldn't have anticipated under any circumstances. He blinked at Jason, baffled by the sentimental, unimportant question. It was good Jason didn't expect an immediate response; he was too thrown by the question - and wondering if he could avoid the answer that immediately came to mind in the interest of not ruining his cultivated image.
Watching Jason lay the flower down, he stayed in the foyer until his security alerted him that Jason had left the building. Then he collected the blossom and took it inside.
A few days later, Jason received a message, short and to the point:]
Homemade chili