The door closed behind Darius as he walked into his home and he could hear it lock. As he turned to inspect it there stood his fiance in naught more than a simple red camise. She locked eyes with him and without missing a beat pushed him to the wall. "Darius Kinkaid," she breathed, leaning in, hovering her "I love you more than all of the stars int he sky." She pressed herself against him, "And tonight I am going to show you *all* of the ways I do."
“Itara…I…”
The Highlander felt her move into him, his cheeks flushing almost instantly as something made of glass hit the floor. Luckily, it didn’t shatter, but what seemed to be a rather apologetic dinner of fine wine, freshly grilled meat, and vegetables had made its way onto the floor in a rather hasty fashion. The cord on the little box held, the bottle sat unbroken. Darius looked at it, then back at Itara, then back at the food…then back at the Duskwight.
“I try to get you a nice dinner to say sorry for my behavior and you go and do this…”
His skin was still red, hands creeping to her sides as if instinct had taken over.
“Dinner later, dessert first.” He spoke in a rather sly tone, lips pressing against hers, something of a smile breaking through the kiss.
