Primo repeats his offering from their previous date, reaching his hand across the table and laying it in front of the Omega, palm up. Almost at once the Omega puts his smaller hands into his, curling his soft fingers around his hand.

It makes him warm that the Omega seems to be beginning to trust him, his lack of hesitation to take his offers hand a good sign.

They pull apart when their waitress came with their menus. She waits a discrete distance away while they decide, then takes their orders and disappears to get their drinks.

Slowly Nigel becomes comfortable again, relaxing into the atmosphere, his usual habit of saying anything and everything on his mind back in full force.

"This place is so pretty. I love all the vines and flowers. I have a plant you know, his name is Charles and he's an orchid. He's blue, and his color is really pretty and unique. I've had him for almost two years, and he always has flowers. Here look."

Nigel takes out his phone and shows him a selfie of himself holding a pretty blue orchid. He takes it back to his small bag and explains as to why he names his plant orchid, Charles.

"I got his name from a colleague of mine, who drops out of uni to pursue his dream job, a tattoo artist. He has been wanting to be one but his parents wants him to become a doctor.

He never wanted it so, he dropped out of uni without telling his parents. And pursue his dream job."

The Alpha is partly listening about the orchid or the person where the name comes from.

"I have a plant at my apartment. It doesn't have a name, it's just a fern that I stole from one of my cousin after he almost killed it. He's very bad with plants."

This made the Omega laugh, his eyes disappearing into his crescent smile and making the Alpha's heart melt. They ate their dinner and split a dessert, all the while talking and laughing together.

Once their table is clear, the Alpha dismissed their waitress, leaving them all alone. The Alpha's hand is on the table in front of Nigel again, and the Omega is running the tip of a fingernail from his wrist, over his palm and down to the tip of his longest finger, repeating the action over and over as he speaks.

The small action had the Alpha shivering at the innocent touch. The Omega seems to notice his reaction and pauses.

Something in the Alpha's eyes pulls at Nigel. He can see a longing there, one that he shares. It feels like every cell in his body is pulling him toward the Alpha.

"I really want to kiss you."

The Omega blurts unconsciously. Nigel gasps at his own boldness. Hand flying to his lips and eyes going wide. He did not realize what he just said before saying it to the Alpha. His cheeks turn to red as he looks away from the Alpha.

"I'm sorry."

Primo feels a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. His little Omega is so honest and adorable. But he wants to know why he apologizes for a simple wish.

"What is it, little one? Have you never been kissed before? Are you nervous?"

Nigel shakes his head before biting his lower lips. Primo wants to stand up and approaches him but he stops himself from invading the Omega's personal space and will just wait until Nigel speaks up about his reason.

"It's just… It has been years since I kissed someone and I know I agreed that we should take this slowly but I really, really want to kiss you."

The Alpha finally stands up from his seat and moves around the table to kneel next to Nigel's chair. He holds his palm out to the Omega, who glances down at it, then puts his trembling, nervous hands into the Alpha's steady one.

"Look at me, little one."

It takes a few moments, but Nigel turns his eyes to the Alpha and meets his honest, kind gaze. The Alpha smiles at him and places his other hand on top of the Omega and gives it a slight squeeze.

"I'm happy to wait for you as long as you need to feel comfortable. If you want to kiss me, I will sit in that chair and not move a muscle, and you can kiss me first if that makes you feel safe. Everything is completely up to you, okay?"

Nigel suddenly feels so safe. Primo has truly became so nice. He wasn't like what he was the first time they met. He is a good Alpha now, and he will not hurt him or try to force him to do anything.

"Can I really kiss you first?"

Primo nods his head and pats the top of his hand and returns to his chair. He scoots back from the table, leaving a space where his Omega will fit so he can kiss him.

The Omega moves toward him in little degrees, as if testing him. The black haired Alpha waits patiently, as he moves forward, one little half-step at a time until he is right in front of the Alpha.

Primo isn't much shorter sitting than Nigel standing. The Omega leans forward, bracing one knee on the edge of the chair between the Alpha's legs, first just brushing the tip of his nose over the Alpha's cheek, taking in his scent, letting it calm his racing heart.

The black haired Alpha focuses on his breaths, closing his eyes and gripping the arms of the chair to keep from moving. He promises that he will be still, and he will not break the Omega's fragile trust.

The feeling of Nigel nosing over his cheek, taking in his scent makes his entire body throb. Then the Omega brushes his lips over Primo's not a kiss, just a testing brush. He repeats it a few more times, each time pressing a little farther, a little more firmly.

On the fourth one, he purses his lips in a soft kiss, then again. The only movement from the Alpha is a slight shift in his lips as he returns the gentle peck.

The Omega doctor likes kissing Primo. His lips are soft, and his skin is warm. From so close, he is surrounded by the smell of sandalwood and coffee.

The Alpha keeps his word, he remains still as Nigel presses their lips together over and over slowly easing himself forward closer to the Alpha's body.

Experimentally, Nigel snicks his tongue out and licks over the Alpha's bottom lip, tracing his lips over when…

Suddenly the pair fall back, Nigel landing on top of the Alpha with an "oof!"

The Omega looks down at his date with confusion. The Alpha blushes and raises a hand, in which is gripped the arm of the chair he'd been sitting on.

"Uhm… I think I may have gripped the arm too hard."

Nigel smiles and giggles, pressing his face into the chest under him and laughing. The Alpha might need to even pay for property damage because the Alpha had just broke the chair.