spaghetti and chianti ((gordon))

[Elizabeth Connery]

To say Elizabeth was excited would be an understatement. She had not had company in a very long time, and her spacious apartment was begging for a party. But for now, dinner for two would have to do.

She had changed out of her suit, now in a pair of tight, dark wash jeans and a clingy black top. Black heels were on her feet, giving her big of extra height and making her legs look even longer than usual. Her hair was down in its natural curls around her face, falling to her back, framing her face as she set the table, waiting for her company.

She looked around her apartment, as modernly decorated as it was, and immediately missed her dark gold bedroom back at home. Here, her walls were white, her furniture cream, and accented black. It was very stoic, but very appropriate for high class Gotham city. But back home, she had a warm, fluffy bed, oak furniture, and a large, picture window that looked out over the horses her family owned. She missed it...like crazy.

She tore her mind away from her thoughts and went to the oven, pulling out the fresh bread and placing it on the table with the spaghetti and salad. A bottle of fine Chianti was waiting to be opened on the counter, for their enjoyment, two wine glasses beside it.

She looked up at the clock. It was nearly seven, and Commissioner Gordon should be there any minute. Now it was a matter of waiting.

[Jim Gordon]

Having come straight from the police station, Jim hadn't had time to change out of his suit but didn't think it would matter too much, really. It was a dinner between two acquaintances, exactly what he'd told his wife at lunch as well.

Stepping out of the elevator, Jim gave a small knock on the open door, merely so that she would know he was here before he continued into the apartment. It was impressive, no doubt about that. He'd seen better, but this was certainly more impressive than some of the places he'd seen recently. The smell of the spaghetti reached his nose and he smiled, glad that he'd come here now.

"Hello?" He called out as he walked a bit further from the door after shutting it behind him. He couldn't help flattening his tie as he spoke and walked, a habit of his to do.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth felt a small smile break onto her face as she heard the knock and then the door opening and closing. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a wine opening, popping the bottle of Chianti open with a little difficulty and filling two glasses. When she heard him speak, she called back. "I'm in the kitchen." She put the cork back in the bottle and moved out of the kitchen, grabbing both glasses and going to meet him half way across the apartment.

She offered him one glass, bringing the other up and wrapping her red lips around the rim, taking a small sip and gazing at him with dark, naturally sultry eyes over the rim. She put her own glass down as soon as he took his. "Here, at least get comfortable. Let me take your coat." She moved around behind him and carefully placed her hands on his shoulder so she could catch his blazer if he shrugged it off.

[Jim Gordon]

Jim smiled at the wine and, when she offered to take his blazer he took his off and handed it to her before sipping at the wine. It tasted good and he wondered what one it was.

"Thank you, the wine is lovely." He said softly, smiling at her and waiting for her to show him where to go. He had no idea where anything was and he felt a little odd being in a place like this, but he acted relaxed, comfortable even. Taking another sip of wine, he watched her before his gaze travelled around the room they were in. "It's a very nice place you have." He commented, making sure to return his gaze to her when he spoke.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth took his blazer as soon as he took it off, bringing it across the room and putting it carefully over the back of the couch. She then moved back towards him, watching him as he looked around her apartment before returning his eyes to her. "Thank you. I originally was looking for a smaller place, but I got this place with the intention of entertaining quite often. But, because of work, I've only had one party here." She shrugged and picked her glass of wine back up off the table.

She took another sip of the red liquid in her glass. "And it's Chianti by the way. A gift from my father, he had it imported from Tuscany." She smiled slightly before gesturing towards the dining room. "But I'm sure you're hungry. Here, the dining room's this way." She lead the way through her apartment, across the parlor and into the lavish dining room, decorated in much the same way as the rest of the apartment. The food was set out across the table already, making the entire room smell like an Italian restaurant. "Here, sit, I'll go grab the wine out of the kitchen."

She sauntered from the room and into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle off the counter and slinking back in.

[Jim Gordon]

As she led him to the dining room, Jim was silently sipping his wine and letting his gaze pass around the room. Once they got to the dining room, he smiled at the smell of the spaghetti and garlic bread and did as she said. He sat and waited, a little tempted to just dig in anyway but refusing to. He lifted the glass to his lips once more and drank some more of the wine, deciding that next time he was at the shops, he'd look for it.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth slipped back into the room with a small smile still on her features and set the wine down in the middle of the table. She sat down across the small dining room table from him. Of course, this table was modified so leaves could be put in it and make it very large, but for now, it was small and intimate. She picked up the napkin she had set by her place setting and set it across her lap, smirking across the table from him and noticing he had not begun eating yet.

"Commissioner Gordon, I know it's very pretty, but I invited you here to eat, not look." She drawled teasingly. Her words did have a double meaning, the second meaning slightly darker and far more flirtatious, but she was not going to push the issue. Now it was a matter of seeing if he picked up on the hidden meaning.

She reached up slightly to grab the tongs placed in the salad and began filling her bowl, a silent signal for him to help himself.

[Jim Gordon]

Jim gave a small chuckle at both meanings.

"I was merely waiting." He told her smoothly, not at all showing that he knew the second meaning and began to help himself to the spaghetti. Once he had what he wanted, his gaze ran up her body before resting on her face and he smiled politely before beginning to eat, after finishing his first mouthful, his gaze moved from his plate to her face and began getting another forkful. "This is lovely, thank you for inviting me." He thanked her, finding that it was better than some of the food he'd eaten in a while. It was mainly take aways due to how hectic everything had been since the hostage situation, there was paperwork for the Joker and Dent to go back to Arkham, and the fact that the Greys and Goodnite had escaped. Extremely hectic.

[Elizabeth Connery]

"Oh, I always tire of waiting." She replied just as smoothly, waiting until he was done with the spaghetti before pushing the salad towards him and getting her own spaghetti. She got a proper amount on the plate and twirled a little onto her fork, bringing it up to her mouth and taking a bite. "Mmm...I did do rather good, didn't I? Especially for the first time I've cooked spaghetti in years." She laughed softly to herself.

She took a sip of her wine, the flavor perfectly complimenting the Italian food on her plate. She purred delightedly, finishing off her glass and putting it down. She stood slightly and grasped the bottle of wine. She popped the cork back out and filled his class before filling her own back up. She set it down and took her seat once more, getting a bite of salad. She looked up at him, her eyes trailing up the length of his body to his face. He looked...stressed...tired...she hated when people looked that way.

Though she was quite sure she herself looked the same way, she had make up and Rhoto eye drops to fix it. He didn't, and it was far more obvious. "You look...stressed..." She began, a feeble attempt at conversation.

[Jim Gordon]

Jim nodded, sipping at his wine. Stressed was one word, another was tired.

"There's a lot going on, you don't look as stressed." He commented, glancing at her before continuing to eat. He drank some more of his wine. He noted how the drink when with the food well and he couldn't help being impressed. The whole night, so far, had been impressive and he felt a little as though she were trying to pass that feeling across.

((Sorry this is so short. >_<))

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth smiled slightly and took another bite of spaghetti. "I have concealer, it's a life saver." She replied playfully. She reached her free hand up and pushed her hair out of her face so it did not block her view or his view of her. The rest of the dinner passed in comfortable silence, interrupted only occasionally by conversation.

As soon as dinner was done, Elizabeth stood from her chair and moved around the table to stand behind him. "Here, this should help the stress." She moved her hands out carefully to rest on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Slowly, she began working her hands in slow motions, trying to ease the muscles in his shoulders, as stiff as they were beneath her palms.

[Jim Gordon]

After dinner had finished, Jim had been thinking about going home soon, if there wasn't any dessert. However, Elizabeth had begun to massage him and he let his eyes close slightly before shaking his head and moving to finish his wine. He gave a soft cough through the mouthful of wine. He gave another cough and made to stand up.

"I- uh- told my wife that I would be home soon." He said, lying slightly but not caring too much. He was uncomfortable with her being so close to him. She was an acquaintance to him, nothing more.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth continued to work the muscles in his shoulders, feeling him beginning to relax under her touch. However, it only lasted for a minute before he swallowed the rest of his wine and broke the contact. She immediately stood back, not wanting to stop him and make him uncomfortable, or any more than she already was.

When he mentioned his wife, her heart sunk a little, but not much. "Of course." She replied softly, mentally contemplating that all the good men were married. She immediately through the confident, half smirk onto her face and took a step back to give him the room he apparently desired.

[Jim Gordon]

Jim, stood now, gave a small smile and a bow of the head. He moved out of the way of his chair.

"Thank you, for the spaghetti, it was lovely. I'm sorry that tonight has been cut short. Perhaps we could meet up again, sometime." He said calmly and softly, any previous un-comfort gone now as he moved to walk past her and to his coat, which he picked up and put on. He turned to her with a bigger smile than before. "Goodnight, Elizabeth." He said gently, hoping to not have hurt her feelings too much.

[Elizabeth Connery]

Elizabeth smiled slightly as Gordon moved around her, waiting a minute before she turned to watch him. "Not a problem at all, I'm glad you enjoyed it." She replied honestly, crossing her hands in front of her. She moved slightly towards him. "Here, I'll walk you to the door." She replied softly.

She stepped around him, but not totally, making sure she brushed him only slightly as she passed him, a gentle caress, and led the way to the door. She stopped just before it and opened the door, reaching out into the hallway to press the button on the elevator.