Natalie wasn't sure if she looked right. She didn't feel exactly comfortable. At first she'd just had on the dress. It was a silk blend. Red, as red was her favorite color. It had oriental-looking flowers on it for the pattern. Cherry blossoms, maybe some lotus flowers. She wasn't sure. She's tossed a black cardigan over it and pulled on her boots. Clem was looking at her in a very disapproving way.

"What?"

"Ladies should be wearing lady shoes."

"Why? So my feet can hurt all night? Thank you, no. I don't even know what we'll be doing. What if there's loads of walking? If I have to wear a dress, then I'm dressing for comfort on the rest of me."

The doorbell chimed, and Clem popped out to answer. Natalie checked her hair and face once more before tearing down the stairs like a hippogryff after fresh dead ferrets.

Dean stood in the sitting room, shifting the flowers he was carrying nervously. Calm down, Thomas, he thought. It's just dinner.

Natalie nearly barrelled into the sitting room at full tilt. It was only a hissing sound of disapproval from Clem that stopped her. Natalie paused and entered slowly, pleased to only see Dean and not her father. She needed to thank Maggie Shacklebolt for inviting her father with her and Kings tonight. She would have hated for Dean to have to have been sitting here, even for a minute, with her father. He probably would have asked Dean all sorts of things or started telling some embarrassing story Natalie would rather Dean not know quite yet.

"Oooo. Flowers. Again," Natalie fake-pouted. "But I didn't get you anything."

Dean smiled. "You're here, aren't you?" He walked over and kissed her cheek. "That's more than enough." Handing her the bouquet, he asked, "So, what are you in the mood for this evening?"

Naked Dean? Natalie blushed. "Um... food? I guess. I dunno. I've never done this before." Great, Nat. Just let him know how inexperienced you are. Yes. Perfect. Brilliant.

"Well, we could go for Italian, or maybe Indian," Dean mused. "Or we could just get takeaway and watch a move over at my place." Dean felt his face heat up. God that sounds nice, he thought. Not exactly romantic, though. "Do you have a preference? Any favorite foods, perhaps?"

Staying in sounded lovely, but Clem had made her wear this out dress. Natalie frowned. She leaned close to Dean. "I know it's not very girlie and going out out, but I like pizza. Honestly, and staying in and watching a movie sounds great." I could snuggle up to you. "But this is an out dress, so if we stay in, don't let Clem know. She made me wear this dress. She said ladies who go out on dates wear dresses. I'm not a big food person. I'll eat anything really. I mostly stick to standard stuff though. Fish and chips, you know. I love chips. I could eat my weight in them."

Natalie cringed. She was certainly getting good at being unattractive with her yammering and saying things that weren't very delicate.

Dean leaned in quickly and kissed her. "You should know better than to do that around me by now," he murmured with a grin. "So, pizza and a movie, then? I won't tell Clem if you don't."

Natalie smiled, genuinely happy. Not very glamorous, but it sounded perfect to her. "Let's go then. Well, let me put the flowers in a vase."

"I is taking care of that Miss Nat," Clem said, taking the flowers.

"Oh. Okay. Thank you, Clem."

Natalie headed out the door with Dean following her. She apparated to Neville's and waited by the door. She wondered if Neville was at home. That might be a bit awkward.

Dean appeared behind Natalie and wrapped his arms around her. "Let's get you upstairs, then I'll go grab the pizza." He kissed her neck before releasing her and opening the door. "After you, love."

He was very touchy-feely tonight, not that Natalie minded. At all. That was the third time he'd kissed on her tonight. It made her both excited and nervous. If he was kissing this much now, what would happen later? Natalie pushed that thought away. She would just enjoy the fact that she was getting to spend time with someone she fancied, and she never got to watch movies. That was a treat for her.

Natalie headed up the stairs, boots thumping.

Dean followed, trying his best not to stare at Natalie's bum. "Here we are," Dean said as they reached his door. Opening it, he gestured grandly. "My humble abode."

Natalie looked around. Art supplies everywhere. Paintings too. Some of them of people she recognized. There was only one place really for both of them to set. The bed. Well, he'd been on hers. Natalie gingerly sat down on the edge.

"Do you want me to come with for the pizza or will you just have it delivered? Or is the place close by? Can we not have olives? I don't like olives. I'll eat anything else though. I'm asking too many questions, aren't I?"

Dean kissed her again. "You are entirely too adorable," he chuckled. "I'll pop over to a place I know. I should be back in five minutes or so." He smiled. "And feel free to indulge in your Auror tendencies and poke around while I'm gone." Dean disappeared with a soft crack.

Four. Four kisses. Mwa-ahahahah! And just why were her thoughts sounding like vampire puppets?

Natalie shot off of the bed and started poking around. She likely did not have that long. He certainly painted lots of naked and half-naked ladies. Natalie's eyes bugged when she found the stack of those copies. The more she flipped trough it, the more stilted and abrupt her movements became. She didn't understand why she felt so irritated about this. Irritated? No... jealous. She was jealous.

In her head she was always toying with the idea of posing for him without her clothes. Now she wanted to. She didn't care how embarrassed she was. She wasn't going to let something like that frighten her into not doing it.

Dean popped back in, pizza boxes in hand. "I come bearing gifts. Is pepperoni all right with you?" He set the boxes on the bed. "Did you find anything interesting?"

"Stack of naked lady pictures," Natalie quipped, trying to pretend it did not bother her, that she wasn't jealous.

"Yeah," Dean sighed. "It sort of goes with the job. I enjoy doing them though. It's... satisfying, to make someone feel better about themselves. To feel beautiful." Dean paused for a moment. "It's a good feeling." He shook his head. "I meant to ask you earlier if you're comfortable staying up here. I can move the television downstairs and we can camp out on the couch... if you'd rather."

How could she explain that since she was feeling so jealous right now she did not even want to share him with his roommate? If Neville was even at home?

"Here is fine," Natalie said casually. "It's cozy. Besides moving the telle would be a lot of work, yeah? No, this is fine."

She busied herself for a moment with getting comfortable. This included removing the cardigan and her boots. Natalie was fairly certain she might have accidentally flashed him trying to get the boots off, but she wasn't used to skirts or dresses. In fact, she usually avoided them.

Dean suppressed a groan as he caught an eyeful of white lace that he wasn't expecting. And not very much of that. She's going to be the death of me, Dean thought. Clearing his throat, he replied, "Not really, but cozy does sound good... and I have to admit that I don't want to share you with Nev tonight." Or anyone else, for that matter.

"So what kind of movie would you like?"

"Oh... I dunno," Natalie said absently because she was staring at him and recalling what he looked like with no shirt on. "Nothing too serious. I think I've had enough serious lately."

He gave her a questioning look.

"It's nothing really. Work stuff mostly." Like they're planning on questioning Draco Malfoy in relation to the Hopkins death and I get to be there and that scares the shite out of me. "Harry's being kind of weird. Says the whole mentor thing isn't working out for him. He'll get over that. He's been in a mood all week. Sure, with good reason, and I know he took off yesterday morning to take Hannah Abbott to the Hopkins funeral, and that couldn't have been fun, but he gets so bitchy. I adore Harry, but he has issues."

"Tell me something I don't know," Dean said, rolling his eyes as he rummaged through his DVDs. "Harry's issues have issues. Understandable, but now he's starting to upset people I care about - so now I've got issues." He chuckled. "I hate having issues. Makes me cranky." He looked up. "Bridget Jones' Diary?"

That sounded like a girlie movie to Natalie, but he looked so pleased with himself.

"All right. I have no idea what it's about, but let's do it." Natalie blushed. "I mean, watch the movie. You and I with the movie. And pizza. Yes." Damn. She was not this uncool. How was it she was this uncool?

Natalie situated herself on the bed, meticulously tucking the skirt of her dress all around her, so she would not be exposed. The pizza box was between them, and she started nibbling. It was fairly obvious she would probably like this when they reached the part when the main character mentioned being found dead later eaten by wild dogs. Natalie snorted so hard with laughter that Dean had to clap her on the back.

"Are you all right?" Dean asked with a grin. At her nod, he moved back until sitting against the headboard, his legs on either side of Natalie. "C'mere," he murmured, pulling her to him. "I've been told that I make a comfortable pillow."

Oh wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Snuggling. This was nice. Natalie grinned at him, head craned up, before liking the pizza grease off her fingers. She cringed. She was so like a giant dummy without the like part of the phrase. Grease? How gross. That was REAL sexy. She was betting he really wanted to cuddle now.

Dean stifled a moan. Yup. She's going to be the death of me. As he wrapped his arms around her, Dean leaned down and kissed Natalie's neck again. "This is nice." More than nice. Much, much more than nice, he thought as Natalie snuggled into his chest.

He was correct. He did make a good pillow. Natalie spent most of the film annoyed with Bridget though. She had issues. When Daniel and Mark decided to fight in the street, Natalie was laughing. She sat up a bit and noticed and pinched look on Dean's face.

"What?"

"Just having a disturbing flashback to certain parts of my tussle with Malfoy." Seeing her puzzled expression, Dean chuckled ruefully. "We both threw hexes and a punch or two, but since either of us were willing to risk Gin's wrath by actually hurting each other, things eventually got a little... undignified." And a lot embarrassing. Looking back to the film for a moment, he shrugged. "At least they weren't using pillows."

She recalled him mentioning the fight, but pillows? "Pillows? You and Malfoy had a pillow fight? Then he burned your trousers off? This is sounding less like a fight and more like the plot of a naughty man-love story."

"When she demanded to know what was going on, I told Gin it was a gay porn audition," Dean managed to gasp out through gales of laughter. "And it was trou burned off first, then the pillow fight and wrestling." Dean nuzzled her neck for a moment. "I'd be happy to reenact that last part for you," he purred as he dug his fingers lightly into her sides.

Natalie squealed loudly and flailed. She was extremely ticklish. Extremely. "No tickling. No."

"Awww! Now where's the fun in that, love?" Dean kissed Natalie for a moment, before tickling her once more.

She screeched and flailed wildly. Natalie was thankful Dean was busy tickling her for one reason only - she was flashing the whole room. She was also trying not to cheat and use any moves she had learned in wandless against him. She had to remember to be dainty tonight. It was difficult though with her wiggling making the skirt of her dress creepy up, and her laughing making her want to pee.

"C'mon, McDonald! You're not even trying," Dean taunted, fingertips skating across her ribs. "Show me some of those super-cool auror moves you've been learning." Seeing Natalie's uncertain look, he chuckled. "It's okay, sweetheart. I can hold my own with Harry hand-to-hand, so don't worry about hurting me." Dean's smile turned evil as he began tickling her again.

"Besides, it's no fun if you don't fight back."

"Maybe," Natalie gritted as she lifted her hips and got him a bit off balance before shoving him onto his side then ultimately onto his back. "You shouldn't be talking about holding anything of your own with Harry there."

Wow. Unladylike. She was sitting on his chest, dress all bunged up. She had the feeling he'd allowed her to best him just then.

Dean was beginning to think this might have been one of his better ideas... ever. "Hmmm. This is familiar," he murmured, his fingertips gliding along the expanse of Natalie's exposed thighs. "We seem to be a bit overdressed this time, though."

"I'm not taking my dress off," Natalie answered feebly. Mainly because she wasn't sure if her bra matched her knickers. She'd worn pretty undies this time, but she had not anticipated actually showing them off. She knew they were of the higher quality, but she just did not know if they were even near the same colors.

"Damn," Dean said facetiously as he pulled Nat down for a long kiss. "I guess we'll just have to find a way to work around that, then."

Making out? Ok. Bridget was completely forgotten.

As he began kissing the hollow of her throat, Dean's hand continued stroking Natalie's thigh - perilously close to her bum - and hers found their way under his shirt.

He felt nice. His feeling on her was nice. Should she tell him how nice it was? His hand kept moving way close to her butt. Did she want him to put his hand on her butt? Probably. She'd likely have to allow him to actually do it to know if she really wanted him to do so. Thank god she was wearing attractive knickers.

Dean was in heaven. I could do this for days. Weeks even. Natalie's hands felt wonderful against his skin. And so does the rest of her, he though distractedly as his hands roamed a bit further afield. As one of them settled lightly over her bum, it took a moment for him to realize that there was no cloth underneath his palm. Oh gods, a thong? She is trying to kill me. His other hand began trailing lightly up and down Natalie's side while he resisted the almost overwhelming urge to move it to her breast.

She was certainly glad she's been busy kissing his neck when his hand settled on her behind. Though he likely noticed her stopping for just a second. Thank god he could not see her face. She was shocked, and Natalie had an insane urge to giggle. She didn't think giggling while making out was allowed. He might think she was giggling at him - which she would never do. It's just this was all serious and stuff, a bit more than she was prepared for. Someone else was touching her butt. That had, like, never happened before.

Natalie wiggled and little. Her thighs were starting to get tired from straddling him. Dean groaned, and Natalie shoved back suddenly, looking down at him.

"What? What's wrong? Did I..." She blinked. Did he have his wand in his trouser pocket or something? Because it was starting to poke her in her... Natalie blushed. Darkly. Stupid, stupid girl. So not his wand. She had done that? Her? Tit-less Magee? Natalie Two-by-four? Seriously? "Oh. Well."

Dean chuckled raggedly. "Yeah. 'Oh', indeed"

Noticing Natalie's discomfort, he rolled them both onto their sides, their legs entwined. Dean was having trouble thinking just then. Nat was looking thoroughly snogged, and dress had ridden up almost to her waist. How does she manage to be so damned sexy without even trying? He ran his hand up the leg that was draped over his hips, and gave her rump a little squeeze as he pulled her flush against him. "Better?" he asked in a breathy manner as he began kissing her again.

Tingly. And she nearly said that aloud. "Y-yes."

Natalie was beginning to get a little nervous. She didn't want to be a tease or anything, because she had heard boys talk bad about girls who didn't follow through with what they promised, but she had not expected this. Sure, she liked Dean. A lot. Very much so, but she had no clue what she was doing here. He was all... into it, she could feel how into it, and she was not sure how to tell him that she needed to slow down. Why did this have to be so damned difficult for her? Why couldn't she just do and not worry about it? Why was she afraid?

It did feel nice though. Very nice. That was the main reason he had not been pushed away, that and a very large part of her did want to keep going, but there was a nervous part of her that worried about him not enjoying it because she did not know what she was doing. Maybe she needed to ask some advice before she went forward with this. Natalie didn't know what to do.

Something isn't right, Dean thought muzzily as he nuzzled Natalie's neck. It took a moment for him to recognize the tension in her back, the jerkiness of her movements. Shit. Thomas, you utter bastard. He groaned, upset with himself. He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were still closed.

"Nat?" he asked quietly as he removed his wandering hand. Touching her cheek, he tried again. "Nat? Love? Please talk to me."

Natalie opened her eyes slowly, knowing he'd probably pack her up and take her back home now. "Um... hi."

She didn't know what to say. Talk to him? About what? Oh hell, she was pants at this boy-girl stuff. Or would that be man-woman stuff? Whatever. Blast, she always over-thought everything and he was looking at her expecting answers and could probably see her brain working as fast as it was.

Dean kissed her softly. "You know what happens when you babble, even if it's just in your head." He sighed. "I'm sorry, Nat. I didn't mean to..." He paused for a moment, before smiling ruefully. "You remember when I told you to let me know if I take things too far?" She nodded hesitantly. "This is exactly the sort of thing I was talking about. I don't mean to push so much, but I seem to have a very hard time controlling my... amorous tendencies, when I'm with you."

"I..." Dean floundered for a moment before asking hesitantly, "Do you think we could start over? I can find you something comfy to wear, and just talk and cuddle for the rest of the night." He smiled crookedly. "And maybe a kiss or two?" His smile faded. "I'll understand if you'd rather go home, though. I haven't been much of a gentleman so far tonight."

Natalie's smile started slow. This, this right here was why she liked him.

"Like it's all you. You make me forget what I'm doing and the next thing I know I'm a tease. My skirt's all up around my waist and my hands are all over your bare chest and we're kissing and other things and you're all... and maybe I should stop talking about it."

He was grinning at her.

"I don't want to go home yet, if that's all right. Please get me out of this wretched dress." Natalie blushed. "I mean, please let me borrow something comfortable."

Yes! I didn't screw it up! Oh, thank God.

Dean chuckled. "Anything in particular? Boxers and a tee, or maybe a pair of my sweats?"

"Boxers and a tee please. I shaved my legs. Best not let that go to waste."

Dean pictured Natalie in his boxers.

"Definitely not," he grinned.

"What?"

"You get sweats. Something not sexy."

She giggled.


{SUMMARY} Dean and Natalie have their first official date. Things get out of hand... figuratively. Literally some things are very my IN hand.