"Noooo, that's physically impossible because I love you more."
May I Have This Dance?//One-on-one//
"No way precious, I don't think that's true."
"Oh yeah? And why's that?"
"Because I love you more. And that' a fact. So you can't love me more if I love you more."
"If I concede, will you kiss me?"
“Hmmm maybe if you ask nicely.”
"Please Dorian? I'll be good and listen, I promise." She batted her eyes with a smile.
He chuckled lightly, "Okay fine fine," He smiled back, pressing his lips against hers.
She melted into it, really just wanting the relaxation that his lips brought her.
He moved his lips slowly against hers, resting one hand on her cheek.
She could only think of one moment that could possibly top this and that was her own wedding day. Her heart skipped a beat at even the thought of it.
Dorian loved spending time like this with Fiona. Just able to do whatever they wanted without fear of getting caught. They had no responsibilities, just them.
She knew the moment would eventually have to end and they'd have to go back to the real world but for now, the real world could wait.
(What should happen next?)
(Well, Dorian explains to his family that he's going to marry her and why which could be kind of adorable)
(Sounds good. Want me to start again?)
(Sure!)
It was two days later and Dorian was pacing in what was now him and Fiona's room. He was contemplating breaking the news about their engagement to his family but he was coming up with no way to tell them. Well, no way to put it lightly.
She had been watching him pace for 20 minutes and it was only making her more anxious. "Dorian, honey, talk to me, please."
Dorian sighed, rubbing his face with both hands, "I'm just… trying to think of a way to break the news of our engagement to my family."
"Aww, honey. Honestly, I think you're putting too much thought into this. Why don't you just sit them all down and just tell them that we're to be wed?"
"That's the thing! The twins won't sit still for long enough, Edward doesn't talk to me and wouldn't want to sit with the family and father dislikes me! I can't win." He sighed, flopping face down onto the bed.
"Then go to them individually? Dorian, love, you're thinking too hard about this."
"No, I'm not. I'm… okay maybe I am but I just… don't want them to react badly so…"
She gently took his hand, lacing their fingers together. "You don't have to be nervous. I'll be right there with you when you tell them."
"I know I know," He rolled onto his side, "I just don't want them to go crazy and I don't know, yell at you."
"Honey, they wouldn't do that. I know how long you've been looking for a girl, I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to hear you finally found one."
He sighed though his nose, contemplating it for a few moments before he nodded, "I guess you're right."
"I'm your fiancee, I'm always right." She giggled. "So…should we go tell them?"
He smiled, sitting up and kissing her cheek, "Yes, let's go tell them."