[Les - date night]

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It isn't her dream job, but it's enough that April can get by without looking like she's pulling money out of nowhere and that's all she really needs. She's assisting a self-employed lawyer around his office, which, as jobs go, really isn't all that bad. He's relatively quiet, the work is easy, and when he looks at her in a way she doesn't like -- which he has twice already -- all April has to do is suggest to him in a soft voice that he doesn't think of her like that.

But it's a job and she needs one. The only problem is that tonight, when she's supposed to be meeting Les at her place for their date, she's been kept late. There's a client still in the lawyer's office when she glances at her phone and realizes there's no way she's going to make it to her apartment before Les, so she texts him and tells him if that's the sort of thing he can do, that he should feel free to magic her door open. She doesn't leave keys lying around under welcome mats like she knows some people do, but she also doesn't have anything in her apartment worth stealing. There's nothing she's attached to in there at all.

So she tells Les to go ahead, wait inside, she'll be there in twenty minutes. By the time she gets her things packed up and is actually outside her apartment, it's more like half an hour and she's angry with herself. She's angry with her boss for keeping her late and she's upset that she's made Les wait, all of which are new feelings.

April loves to keep people waiting. It exerts a certain level of dominance, but now, as she walks toward her building, her heels clicking on the sidewalk as she digs her keys out of her purse, she only feels bad.

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Les says so much in so few words that April isn't sure where to begin. She's quiet for a long moment, cleaning the blood from his face, her fingers still resting against his jaw and she wants to kiss him, she wants to give him some way of explaining how she feels even if she can't find the right words, but that isn't fair. It's been a long time since she's cared about fair, especially when it comes to relationships and men, but she cares now. She cares when it comes to Les and that's what scares her. She cares and she's willing to try, but it's been such a long time since she's done either of those things that she isn't sure how it works anymore.

It's easiest to focus on what he's said about Lara and she nods. The idea of it scares her, the idea of asking the matriarch siren for help, but she's coming to realize that maybe living in a town with a whole community of sirens might actually be beneficial. She's never done anything to break the rules, but she's also still not sure what Lara thinks of her, but if Les thinks she'll be willing to help, April is fairly certain it would be stupid for her to say no. "I would appreciate that," she says. "If you'd talk to Lara."

"And I..." But she hesitates, using the excuse of a particularly stubborn bit of blood on his cheek to keep silent for a moment. "I'm okay." She isn't injured, anyway, and if it becomes necessary, she has the money to pay them off. She has the life insurance policy and while she had originally planned on doing nothing with it, now there's a use. But that isn't what's worrying her right now. What he's just said to her is important. It's something bigger than what they've been letting themselves talk about so far and her gaze lifts, catching his. "You're... you're important to me, too."

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She says Les can talk to Lara, and it's a relief. It isn't just that Les trusts Lara, after her assistance with Corry how could he not? It's more that Les is out of his league here with sirens. If it was three witches after April, maybe Les would trust himself more. Lara knows how to protect the sirens in this town. He's seen it. He saw how she cared about Corry, and he knows Lara would do the same for April now. Even if not for April herself, Lara would do it to help him.

Because April is important to him.

Her fingers wiping away the blood from his face, the cool gauze against his cheek, keeps him from letting panic takeover. Letting himself second-guess telling April the truth just now. But he wanted her to know that he cares about her. He wouldn't be here if this, them, if they were only what they were pretending to be. That's when April looks up at him, hesitating, but she still admits it back. He immediately wants to kiss her, but his lip hurts, his head too. He settles for putting his hand over the one holding his jaw and pulls it down, threading their fingers together.

"I'm not really that good at this," Les admits with a half-smile. He probably doesn't even need to say that. No one would mistake him for a catch, for boyfriend-material, right? He feels her hand in his, swallows, but continues. "Just call me. Sometimes. Anytime. I dunno." He shrugs then laughs because that's a silly request after tonight, after they nearly got much worse than a few bruises. "I always want to see you. Will you do that?" he asks suddenly hoping she agrees.

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It feels like her heart is pounding in her chest and April realizes she's more frightened now than she'd been at her apartment, dealing with the sirens. All he's doing is asking her to call him, for her to admit that she thinks about him, that she cares about him, that she's slowly been finding excuses not to sleep with other people. Everything she's done, everyone she's been with in Siren Cove, it's all been fun, but none of them have been Les and that realization is both exciting and terrifying.

"I can do that," she says, her voice uncharacteristically soft. It's still not putting a label on anything, which she's perfectly happy with, given the fact that she thinks she may well panic in the face of that, but it's close. "I'm not exactly very good at it either. The last time I... the last time anyone got close, he took one look at my scales and got out of there as quickly as possible." So Les has certainly already given her more reason to trust him, but it's still scary.

"I just saw you like that, tied to the chair and I... it was... I hated seeing it," she admits. "It made me furious." And she's never worried about protecting anyone but herself, not even her sister. They'd been separated, but April knows she could have tried harder, but she never bothered. It's always been about protecting herself.

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"Really?" Les asks his face brightening despite the night, despite the pain in the wound she's cleaning, despite their ruined date, and everything else. That April agrees to call him makes tonight turn out exactly how he hoped for deep down. It's why he was going to try. The reason for his nice clothes and the reservations. Because he wants this to be something more.

"Well. You did manage to save me," Les says, starting to smile. "And you tased a guy. I can't even explain how impressed I am by that." For one thing April carries a taser and she hadn't backed down an inch. "But I just didn't want anything to happen to you..."

He pauses for a second looking down, not wanting this to sound weird or freak her out. "That's why if you need a place to crash for a few days, you can stay at my place. Completely unrelated to that whole I like you thing that I, uh, just said," he says awkwardly then smirks. "But I wouldn't make you sleep on the couch if you consider it."

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The offer is both heart warming and scary at the same time, something April never would have known was possible to feel. Les does that to her, though, as he so often does, and it's not such a terrible thing to be a little nervous about what's to come. There's something sort of appealing in it, in the heart pounding and the panic that seems to be fluttering just at the edges of everything they say to each other right now. But he cares about her, her really does, and she lets herself just believe that for a moment.

Because that's nice, too. And she hasn't let herself believe anyone truly cares about her in a long time.

He's right, though, her place won't be safe to return to. There's a disaster left behind that she doesn't want to think about cleaning up and she doesn't need anything that's been left behind. She might miss her wardrobe, but there's certainly nothing in that closet she can't replace. Nothing worth getting hurt over.

"You'll let me share your bed?" she asks with a faint smile and an arched eyebrow. She's teasing him again, though there's a faint note of hope threaded in her voice, something she doesn't want to admit to.

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He's less nervous the longer his words settle in the air between them. It had seemed like such a big deal to just admit he likes April, like he would've been giving up something, or opening himself up to misery later on. But this is....better than he expects. Nice maybe. Like, there's a flutter of nerves in his belly. Not nerves. Just flutters because April's face doesn't completely shutdown at the idea of staying with him until she finds her apartment.

He's never done that. Ever. Gone through these lengths with a woman. But if April agrees he's more than happy to do it, give her one less headache to worry about in the middle of figuring out her mom's debt. It's just a place to crash, but it's more than that.

He smiles when she smiles, those flutters coming once more when she teases back at him. "I'm willing to give you some space. Yeah. Maybe a little bit," he says in a playful tone. "Just enough so you must cuddle me all night."

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The last time she had stayed all night with anyone it had been an act. He had been especially rich, she had wanted his money, he'd given her far more information about his accounts than anyone should have after only three months, but she'd spent nearly every night with him and for a time it hadn't been so bad. It had been an act, but there had been moments of it that had been nice.

She's not trying to get anything from Les, though, and although she's never told him the ways she's made her money, her heart suddenly feels heavy, like he might think she wants something from him other than just him. So she reaches up to touch his face, careful not to touch any of his injuries.

"I like you," she says, the words simple and yet so incredibly difficult to say. The last time she'd said it and meant it had been a very long time ago. "Thank you."