Title: Half Time on the Couch

Author: Cyclone

Rating: G

Category: Response to Ann's challenge at Amorous Intent

Summary: To romance, or not to romance…that is the question. ;)

Notes: Ooops! *blushes* I kinda screwed up the opening line. That's what you get when you scribble it down at work at 6:30 in the morning, then rush home and type it up and send it out straight away. g

~x~

"You!" Alex sputtered. "You couldn't be more unromantic if you tried!"

"Of course I could," Bobby replied with a straight face. "Especially if I tried. . ."

Alex flipped off the television and folded her arms over her chest. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"What? Alex, all I said was that I could think of better ways to propose to the woman I loved than by spelling it out on the giant screen at a football game."

"It was a beautiful proposal," she stubbornly asserted.

"I think a proposal should be kept between the two people involved, not put out there for a drunken crowd to cheer and leer over."

"I think it was –"

"Beautiful, yeah I know. But tell me . . .as a woman . . .would you rather be wined and dined –"

"Wined and dined?" Alex scoffed. "Isn't that just a little clichéd?"

Bobby held up his hand and gestured that she wait until he was finished. "Wined and dined and treated like a princess before answering the biggest question of your life, or would you rather be the half-time entertainment, forgotten by all and sundry by the time the third quarter started?"

Alex scowled. "Trust you to put it like that. And besides, wining and dining is so overrated these days. . .everybody does it. At least this woman will remember her proposal for the rest of her life."

"She'll remember the stench of hot dogs and beer and the panic of suddenly finding herself under the scrutiny of fifty thousand pairs of eyes, more like."

"That just proves my point that you don't have a romantic bone in your body," she retorted loftily.

Bobby grinned and curled his body so that he was facing her. "You really can't say that without citing your source."

"This conversation doesn't count?"

"No. . .We're having a disagreement about the way a marriage proposal was delivered. It has nothing to do with my being romantic or not."

"Bobby, give it up. I can just tell – you'd suck at romance."

"I would, huh?"

"Yes, you would."

Alex leant forward to pick up a handful of chips, gloating that for once she'd managed to have the last word in a disagreement with her partner. She was therefore taken unaware when he broke the silence and stopped her in mid gloat.

"Have dinner with me then," Bobby said.

Alex stared at him dumbly. "What?"

"You heard," he insisted with a smirk.

She squirmed in her chair and stalled for time. "You mean on a date?"

He raised his brow knowingly. "What else would I mean?"

They sat looking at one another as the seconds ticked by, Alex getting more and more annoyed as he refused to wipe the smirk off his face.

"Okay," she finally said, surprising the both of them.

Bobby's smirk suddenly disappeared. "What?"

"You heard," she smiled smugly, echoing his previous reply.

He quickly regained his composure, stretching forward to take a chip out of her hand and popping it into his mouth. "I have to warn you, Alex. . .I'll be pulling out all the stops to prove my point."

She laughed a little unsteadily. "Oooh, I'm shaking."

"You should be," he said quietly, taking another chip. "I'm gonna romance your socks off."

End.