At The Cinema (Law & Order: UK)
Title: At the Cinema
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: G
Spoilers: 4.06 - Skeletons
Summary: Alesha and James go on their first 'proper' date
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: I offered to write a fic for catholicphoton as a reward for her giving up cigarettes a couple of months ago and not smoking a single one since. She requested Alesha and James at the cinema, with lots of hand-holding in the dark. The fic is a sequel to A Kiss.
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James is outside the CPS building five minutes before he's supposed to meet Alesha; he leans as casually as he can against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, so that he doesn't pace and reveal how nervous he's feeling about the evening ahead.
Alesha arrives precisely on time, and he's relieved to see she's not carrying her usual red brief bag. "Hey," she says cheerfully.
"Hey yourself," he answers, smiling down at her. His smile broadens when she puts a hand on his chest and pushes up onto tiptoes to kiss him, and he promptly wraps one arm around her body and cups the back of her head with his other hand.
"Sure you want to go and see a movie?" he asks, grinning cheekily, once they draw apart to breathe.
"Behave James," she says in a mock-stern voice.
"Or what?" he asks curiously.
"Or I'll go home."
He sobers instantly, then spots the mischievous smirk she's trying to hide and he nudges her shoulder with his. "Shall we?"
She nods, slipping her hand into his, and he's back to grinning again as they set off towards Leicester Square and the cinema.
"What do you fancy seeing?" asks Alesha.
James shrugs. "I don't mind. But there's a romcom on at the moment, The Back-Up Plan, which I thought you might enjoy."
"Is that the one with J-Lo?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then." She smiles up at him, and he grins back; even if the film bores him, at least he'll be with Alesha, and he knows that's sufficient to overcome any boredom.
The cinema's busier than James had expected for this time of the night, and he and Alesha have to take seats near the back, which leads to teasing and giggling from her.
"It's not my fault," he protests, aware he's turning pink.
"Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much," she responds, smirking.
He rolls his eyes and they make their way up the steps to the empty back rows.
"Go on," she says more quietly, "admit that you don't mind really."
He laughs. "No, I don't - reminds me of my teenage days, though."
She joins in his laughter. "Yeah." Her agreement is fervent and he wonders how often she sat in the back row of the cinema, necking or doing other things. He drags his mind back to the here and now, annoyed with himself for the thought, and the little flare of jealousy that accompanies it.
They settle down to watch the movie, a large bag of Maltesers between them; James finds his attention wandering fairly quickly - he's far too aware of Alesha beside him, and the warmth of her arm pressed against his in the darkness. He tries to relax, to concentrate, but it's a struggle; then he feels her fingers entwining with his as they rest on his knee, and he immediately relaxes at her touch. She leans sideways, her shoulder against his, and he untwines his fingers to put his right arm around her, then reaches across to hold her hand with his left. She squeezes his fingers and he grins in the dark, then begins rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. She responds by rubbing the back of the hand she's holding against the inside of his knee, and he's startled into a gasp as he realises that he finds it arousing.
Alesha giggles, then turns towards him and leans up to kiss his cheek. He turns his head and kisses her back, then jumps as she rubs her hand on his inner thigh.
"Don't you want to watch the movie?"
"This is more fun," she answers. Her hand brushes down the front of his trousers and James jumps even more, surprised by this boldness.
"Alesha," he mutters, his voice thick.
She lifts her hand and rests it against his chest. "Yes James."
"Wouldn't you rather do this somewhere less public?"
"Not bashful, are you?" she asks, a teasing note in her voice.
"A bit," he admits.
"Aw, poor James." She leans forward and kisses him again, nipping at his bottom lip. "Let's go then." She pushes herself upright, then stands and he gets up too, and they make their way out via the rear exit, blinking a little as their eyes adjust to the brighter lighting outside the cinema screen.
She all but drags James out into the street, and flags down a taxi. "You okay with going back to my place?" she asks.
He nods, feeling slightly bewildered at the sudden change of plans.
"Good." She climbs in, and he follows her; the cab pulls away after Alesha's given the driver her address, and he feels a sudden flutter of anxiety.
"This is a bit sudden. Not that I mind," he adds hastily, when she looks at him.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I feel that I've waited more than long enough for this, and I find I don't want to wait any longer.
He smiles. "I'm glad," he assures her. "Very glad indeed."
"That's all right then." She snuggles up against him and he sighs with satisfaction: this evening is going to be even better than he'd originally hoped.
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Alesha/James
Rating: G
Spoilers: 4.06 - Skeletons
Summary: Alesha and James go on their first 'proper' date
Disclaimer: ITV owns Law & Order: UK.
Author Notes: I offered to write a fic for catholicphoton as a reward for her giving up cigarettes a couple of months ago and not smoking a single one since. She requested Alesha and James at the cinema, with lots of hand-holding in the dark. The fic is a sequel to A Kiss.
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James is outside the CPS building five minutes before he's supposed to meet Alesha; he leans as casually as he can against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, so that he doesn't pace and reveal how nervous he's feeling about the evening ahead.
Alesha arrives precisely on time, and he's relieved to see she's not carrying her usual red brief bag. "Hey," she says cheerfully.
"Hey yourself," he answers, smiling down at her. His smile broadens when she puts a hand on his chest and pushes up onto tiptoes to kiss him, and he promptly wraps one arm around her body and cups the back of her head with his other hand.
"Sure you want to go and see a movie?" he asks, grinning cheekily, once they draw apart to breathe.
"Behave James," she says in a mock-stern voice.
"Or what?" he asks curiously.
"Or I'll go home."
He sobers instantly, then spots the mischievous smirk she's trying to hide and he nudges her shoulder with his. "Shall we?"
She nods, slipping her hand into his, and he's back to grinning again as they set off towards Leicester Square and the cinema.
"What do you fancy seeing?" asks Alesha.
James shrugs. "I don't mind. But there's a romcom on at the moment, The Back-Up Plan, which I thought you might enjoy."
"Is that the one with J-Lo?"
"Yeah."
"Okay then." She smiles up at him, and he grins back; even if the film bores him, at least he'll be with Alesha, and he knows that's sufficient to overcome any boredom.
The cinema's busier than James had expected for this time of the night, and he and Alesha have to take seats near the back, which leads to teasing and giggling from her.
"It's not my fault," he protests, aware he's turning pink.
"Methinks the gentleman doth protest too much," she responds, smirking.
He rolls his eyes and they make their way up the steps to the empty back rows.
"Go on," she says more quietly, "admit that you don't mind really."
He laughs. "No, I don't - reminds me of my teenage days, though."
She joins in his laughter. "Yeah." Her agreement is fervent and he wonders how often she sat in the back row of the cinema, necking or doing other things. He drags his mind back to the here and now, annoyed with himself for the thought, and the little flare of jealousy that accompanies it.
They settle down to watch the movie, a large bag of Maltesers between them; James finds his attention wandering fairly quickly - he's far too aware of Alesha beside him, and the warmth of her arm pressed against his in the darkness. He tries to relax, to concentrate, but it's a struggle; then he feels her fingers entwining with his as they rest on his knee, and he immediately relaxes at her touch. She leans sideways, her shoulder against his, and he untwines his fingers to put his right arm around her, then reaches across to hold her hand with his left. She squeezes his fingers and he grins in the dark, then begins rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. She responds by rubbing the back of the hand she's holding against the inside of his knee, and he's startled into a gasp as he realises that he finds it arousing.
Alesha giggles, then turns towards him and leans up to kiss his cheek. He turns his head and kisses her back, then jumps as she rubs her hand on his inner thigh.
"Don't you want to watch the movie?"
"This is more fun," she answers. Her hand brushes down the front of his trousers and James jumps even more, surprised by this boldness.
"Alesha," he mutters, his voice thick.
She lifts her hand and rests it against his chest. "Yes James."
"Wouldn't you rather do this somewhere less public?"
"Not bashful, are you?" she asks, a teasing note in her voice.
"A bit," he admits.
"Aw, poor James." She leans forward and kisses him again, nipping at his bottom lip. "Let's go then." She pushes herself upright, then stands and he gets up too, and they make their way out via the rear exit, blinking a little as their eyes adjust to the brighter lighting outside the cinema screen.
She all but drags James out into the street, and flags down a taxi. "You okay with going back to my place?" she asks.
He nods, feeling slightly bewildered at the sudden change of plans.
"Good." She climbs in, and he follows her; the cab pulls away after Alesha's given the driver her address, and he feels a sudden flutter of anxiety.
"This is a bit sudden. Not that I mind," he adds hastily, when she looks at him.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I feel that I've waited more than long enough for this, and I find I don't want to wait any longer.
He smiles. "I'm glad," he assures her. "Very glad indeed."
"That's all right then." She snuggles up against him and he sighs with satisfaction: this evening is going to be even better than he'd originally hoped.