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Date Night [Closed to Corry]
Stretching up onto the balls of his feet, Will reached up brushing his hands against the ceiling of his boat before pulling himself up. Swinging into his bedroom, he kept himself distracted and hummed under his breath as he tried to not overthink his choices for the evening. It was a strange feeling, being nervous; it wasn’t one he usually liked but well, for Corry? For Corry he could learn to live with it.
Unhooking the towel from his waist, he dropped it to the floor before stepping into his trousers. Couldn’t possibly think about wearing underwear, it wouldn’t be like him at all and it really would ruin the line of the suit. Picking out a shirt that would no doubt compliment rather than clash- he had learnt his lessons from the Hawaiian prints of his youth- with Corrine’s well, everything, Will dressed for the occasion before picking up something he’d kept for a while. A pair of cuff links he’d worn when he’d been spotted at the same premier as Corry, he’d been technically her date for the evening they just hadn’t been spotted together but it was still his bed that he’d found her in later wearing nothing but jewellery.
Spraying on the minimum of cologne, he looked himself over before cracking a half smile.
“You’re ridiculous old man,” Will murmured, as he ruffled a hand through his hair. At least by changing on the boat he didn’t have Alex hovering over him and asking him twenty questions although Will was starting to suspect Alex was harbouring his own crush on someone which Will would have to investigate soon. “Get it together Cabot. Not like you haven’t done this hundreds of times before.”
He hadn’t though. Not really. There was only one other person in his life he’d actually been on a date (or rather dates) with and that had ended disastrously. He’d been out with women, he’d been seen with women, he’d taken women to bed but dating? That was usually out of his area of expertise. And he really didn’t want to mess this one, in particular, up.
Grabbing the keys to his car, Will slid into the seat before driving at breakneck speed to Corry’s. Pulling up alongside her house, he buzzed through to the entrance before driving along her driveway to park in front of her house. Knocking on the door, he pushed his hands in his pocket and waited for her to answer.
Unhooking the towel from his waist, he dropped it to the floor before stepping into his trousers. Couldn’t possibly think about wearing underwear, it wouldn’t be like him at all and it really would ruin the line of the suit. Picking out a shirt that would no doubt compliment rather than clash- he had learnt his lessons from the Hawaiian prints of his youth- with Corrine’s well, everything, Will dressed for the occasion before picking up something he’d kept for a while. A pair of cuff links he’d worn when he’d been spotted at the same premier as Corry, he’d been technically her date for the evening they just hadn’t been spotted together but it was still his bed that he’d found her in later wearing nothing but jewellery.
Spraying on the minimum of cologne, he looked himself over before cracking a half smile.
“You’re ridiculous old man,” Will murmured, as he ruffled a hand through his hair. At least by changing on the boat he didn’t have Alex hovering over him and asking him twenty questions although Will was starting to suspect Alex was harbouring his own crush on someone which Will would have to investigate soon. “Get it together Cabot. Not like you haven’t done this hundreds of times before.”
He hadn’t though. Not really. There was only one other person in his life he’d actually been on a date (or rather dates) with and that had ended disastrously. He’d been out with women, he’d been seen with women, he’d taken women to bed but dating? That was usually out of his area of expertise. And he really didn’t want to mess this one, in particular, up.
Grabbing the keys to his car, Will slid into the seat before driving at breakneck speed to Corry’s. Pulling up alongside her house, he buzzed through to the entrance before driving along her driveway to park in front of her house. Knocking on the door, he pushed his hands in his pocket and waited for her to answer.
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She's found her footing again. Fallen back into the graceful confident stride of theatricality. She's finding herself again.
And then there's the matter of Will. The very opposite of grace and confidence. Corry stumbles over her own feet at every thought of him now. And she's been thinking about him too much. Big things, like if he actually has feelings for her and for how long and if she has for him and what exactly any of that means. Little things, like what his siren form looks like or his bad habits when no one's watching and he's not dreamboat Sir Valiant. Or how the hell to have a date. A real date. A grown up date. Corry hasn't been on one since high school when she and Eli entertained a courtship mostly because that's what it seemed they should do. And her awkward nervousness and uncertainty about how to proceed mirrors what they felt when they tried blindly fooling around - because that's what teenagers did. But its a bizarre reversal. Corry and Will have the physical down - to perfection if she's honest and there's really no modesty needed there - but when it comes to something like dating she's next to clueless. She had no place for it in her old life. Acting was - is? - her great true love and sex brought the fun and intimacy without it ever getting in the way of her life.
But she wants this. She wants this and yet she's so thrown by the whole affair that she can't even decide on a proper outfit. It's the new hair, growing out again but still so short it simply does not go with most of her old things and she has to be beautiful without looking too formal and casual while still blowing his mind. The man did spend almost a quarter million dollars for this date. She vetoes a blue couture number and a white and black cocktail dress and a silk magenta gown. Has fully completed styling a champagne sun dress and loose updo when the butterflies in her stomach tell her it's all wrong and she tears it off and starts from scratch. She's about to give up and just suggest making it a naked date, which maybe defeats the purpose of having an occasion together that isn't sex first everything else after, when she spots the white fabric at the end of her closet. She'd ordered it straight from the runway but never found the opportunity to wear it. Too casual for formal affairs and too formal for casual affairs. And then came the - everything, and it went forgotten in her flooded life. As soon as she drapes it over herself, catches sight in the mirror, she knows it is perfection. She looks a modern goddess.
The setting has long been set. For hours, in truth. Long before the fashion fiasco. She's unsure if it's too much or not enough. Some shifted furniture. Well placed candles. The right scenery. Dinner prepared by Siren Cove's finest gourmet caterer. So when Will knocks, he receives no answer. She's already there. Waiting. Stomach aflutter, soul dancing with nervous energy.
There's a note on the door. "Come and find me." and leading from the steps of her entrance is a trail of flower petals. Orchid and rose. Both of which have draped his bed on times they shared it. She thought at the time that he was just adding to the lascivious scene, but now she's not so sure. The trail bends around the side of the house, around the pool, past the guest house, and down the stone stairs which lead to the beach.
She's there waiting for him. Table set for dinner, highlighted by candles and the dusk sky. Waves rolling in behind them. Corry in her white dress. And his necklace, of course.
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Out of sight of Corry, he undid the smart shoes and tugged them and the socks off. Carrying them in his hand, he walked across the sand before looking up and spotting Corrine. Eyes lighting up at the sight of her, at how beautiful she looked stood there waiting for him like a Princess (or a Prince) in a fairy tale. Feeling his shoes slip from his grasp and drop into the sand, Will didn't look back as he walked over to her.
"You look..." Will murmured, hands going round Corry's waist as he looked down at her with a smile. He found it hard to find the words, she left him speechless like always. "...beautiful. Incredible."
Will leaned down brushing a chaste kiss against her lips, lest she tempt him too much to forego the date idea entirely. Pressing his forehead against hers, he smiled and leaned up to brush her growing hair through his fingers. "How was Ophelia?"
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"Definitive." Acting. She can talk about acting. His forehead is warm and steady against her. There is nothing but her eyes staring back at his. She can do this. Whatever the label, it's still just her and Will. "Weldon's vision is just incredible. It'll be on the festival circuit, I'm sure of it." She grins, pressing her forehead against his one more time before pulling back and taking his hand. "Perhaps there's hope for me yet."
"So, I guess I should give you the grand tour." Corrine gestures at the table, draped in white with silver-lidded gourmet meal awaiting them, candles encircling them in intimate light. "This is dinner." Her finger points out to the water. "That's my beach." And finally she nods back towards the mansion. "And that, is my place. Which maybe I'll bring you back to later if you're lucky, mister."
Corry playfully touches her finger to his nose, then draws it down his chest. "The suit suits you. Did I miss anything fabulous while I was gone?"
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"Yeah? Maybe you should take me to one of them, I'll try and not fall asleep. It has explosions right?" Will joked with a smile. Brushing his hand through her hair, he rubbed his thumb against her cheek before kissing her slowly and softly. "I missed you quite a bit Ms Flynn. So, I'm hoping you at least get a shiny gold man for your effort."
Taking her hand, he smiled as she led him out to the table and showed off everything she had done to prepare. Except he wasn't looking at everything else, just her. Just how wonderful she was.
"I'm lucky enough just to be standing here," Will grinned and lifted a shoulder in a shrug at the lazy smile. He didn't mind the suits quite so much as he made out. "They're okay. Alex being Alex. Trying to persuade me out of my usual craziness. And I had a couple of meetings which are incredibly dull but... worthwhile. We're working on getting more funding for the docks. It'll be good for Siren Cove."
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Corrine laughs, ushering him to sit at the table. "That brother of yours. Good thing he's back or who knows what craziness you'd be up to." But her eyes perk at the mention of docks. "Getting funding? Meetings? Good for Siren Cove? Is this what the suit was about? Will Cabot, are you going legit?"
She takes a seat, lighting the final candles that rest atop the table. "Speaking of funding. I sign off on the final Waterhouse development contracts Monday. It's all going to be real."
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"You never lost it, don't listen to what the papers have to say." Will replied with a smile. An even bigger one when she says she missed him too. Letting her usher him to the table, he still pulled her chair out for her and waited for her before sitting. "You say that like he's any more responsible than me, I'm not the one who almost married a tribe of Sirens."
Will smiled at her questions, nodding his head as she fussed with the candles.
"That was what the suit is about, the Senator or former Senator still weird to call him that wants me more public facing. In a more positive manner, it's nothing I haven't done before it's just more... in the press than I'd like." Will replied. He was always in the press for his antics but the actual stuff he cared about, he kept quiet or tried to at least. It was how very few people had known about the reason why he'd been in Australia for so long. "Yeah? How long until open night? Am I going to have to cash in my stocks to get another date with you for it?"
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Once Will has taken his seat and the final candles are lit, she lifts the silver lid off the platter. She's ordered them roasted quail, golden brown and dressed with apricots and pairs. Sweet and savory with a side of yams and roasted vegetables. "Dinner is served!"
Corry has never heard him talk about his senator father in reference to business. He was as much a Siren Cove runaway as she in their days of globe-trotting affairs. It suits him and whatever doubts he may have, she can see him shining and brilliant, charming a dozen cameras in his face. "Be good to the press and they'll be good to you." She tears off an end of the fresh bread the chef provided. "If you ever need tips, I used to be the world's favorite media darling." She beams as she bites into the bread, but it fades into thought lines. "Which you know. And I know I never lost my talent. But once you've fallen from favor the mountain is that much higher to climb."
Theres a bottle of sparkling cider on the table and she pops the cork with much pizazz, pouring the drink into his glass and finding herself much more at ease with the very idea of this 'date'.
"Will honey, you'll be in my private balcony with select partners and benefactors. Maybe you'll even get a seat with your name on it. Maybe I'll give ~you~ a private tour."
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"I don't need to marry a whole tribe of sirens, just one in particular would do. And no, I don't think that was what that rumour was about." He looked up at Corry with a soft, bemused smile as she laughed. His brother, the player, was not really something he associated Alex. Out of all of them it was Will, up until Henry's death, that had never seemed likely to settle down. "I did visit a jewellery shop and... I bought you that necklace."
After looking at cases of rings and debating with his brothers whether the woman he was still chasing after all these years would prefer diamonds or pearls, or something traditional or something modern. Whether or not their mother could be parted with a family heirloom or not.
"This looks incredibly Corry," Will replied, his hand reaching out to brush against hers. He's glad that the drink adorning the table is non-alcoholic, at how far they've both come since then. Will smiled, rubbing his thumb against her wrist as he toyed the idea with her teaching him media skills. "I doubt we'd get much done with you as my teacher or at least not the type of things we should put on camera at least."
Will laughed softly at the idea of a private tour. He'd genuinely like that even if Corry would get too involved with telling him all the ins and outs of the theatre and was less likely to be distracted by kisses behind the curtains and gentle caresses in the upper galley.
"I would love a private tour, I like it when you talk theatre. It's when you always seem genuinely happy."
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His hand is warm against her, his thumb igniting her nerves, and she lets out a deep sigh that lets out any lingering anxiety but still allows the fluttering to stay. A sly smile reaches her face. "You say that like we've never put anything on camera we shouldn't have. Besides, I think you'd like me as your teacher." She takes his hand in hers, raising it to her lips and giving his fingers a soft kiss.
His next words catch her off guard. About theatre and seeming genuinely happy. Maybe he knows her better than she realizes. Because she's often wondered lately, how much of herself in her celebrity days really was genuinely happy and how much was the grand superficial act and siren facade. For so long they were indistinguishable. But the theatre - her happiness there is an undeniable truth.
"I can take you for a behind the scenes construction tour if you'd like too. The building isn't safe yet. But the contractors should be settling in any day to get started now."
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And the ring. He'd definitely had to use his powers of persuasion to convince Will he was reacting a little rashly.
"Exactly. One video is acceptable, two or more is just careless isn't it?" Will asked, smiling when she raises his hands to kiss his fingers. Turning his hand to brush against her cheek softly, he rubbed her jaw with his thumb as he smiled at her. She had no idea really, how beautiful she looked when she was genuinely happy.
"You and me in somewhere that's not technically safe... that sounds like a disaster waiting to happen. I can wait, I can always wait for you. So, just let me know when I can come and I'll be there."