"Yes I do." She giggled as she took the cup. "Thank you, my love."
May I Have This Dance?//One-on-one//
Dorian sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around Fiona and pulled her close, "Anything for you."
She giggled softly, kissing his cheek. "I love you, my fiance."
"I love you way more, sweetheart." He smiled down at, loving and content.
"Now that's simply not true." The spark of passion flickered in her eyes, ready for this battle.
He raised an eyebrow, "Is it not? And on what grounds do you have to challenge that?"
"The grounds that I, in fact, have solid evidence that I love you more."
"And what exactly, is the evidence that you have?"
"The fact that I was the one to even bring up the idea of marriage?"
"Who's to say I wasn't already planning on asking for your hand? Just, when I had things planned out and I had a ring?"
"Because who would? I took a chance, I never thought you'd say yes!"
"I would. If you'd been a little more patient you'd have a ring by now."
"Well, sorry then, it was an emotional moment…" She shifted like she was suddenly uncomfortable in her skin, frowning to himself.
"Hey, it's okay, Fiona," Dorian kissed her cheek, hugging her close, "You have no need to be sorry."
"I was so desperate for an out that I didn't consider anything else. That's rather selfish of me…" She mumbled quietly.
He cupped her face, "I know, love. But you're not selfish, not in anyway. I love you, and I wouldn't have it any other way and I'm so glad I'm marrying you."
She finally met his gaze. "Promise you're not lying to me?"
"I promise," He held out his pinky finger, "I would never lie to you."
She rolled her eyes with a soft smile but curled her pinky around his. "Then you better keep that promise because I'll certainly hold you accountable."
"Don't worry, I don't break my promises. Never have and I never will."
"Then do you promise to do me a small favor I'm about to ask?"
"Of course, what's the favor?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Dorian smirked but couldn't deny the favor. He leaned in, connecting their lips together softly.
She relaxed into his lips, forcing her thoughts away. This was her life now and she didn't mind it a single bit.
He placed his free hand on her cheek, cupping her face.
She leaned into his touch, melting into him.
After a moment, he pulled back, "Your tea is going cold."
"Maybe so but I never told you to stop." She pulled him back down, never wanting the relaxing calm to leave her.
His laugh was cut off by her pulling him back into a kiss. Not that he minded of course.