Ariala wrapped her free hand around Dimitrius's back as she continued to feel the contours of his chest. Her lips moved against his, almost in rhythm, as she nibbled slightly on his lower lip before deepening the kiss and moving her tongue to explore his mouth.

Dimitrius shuddered lightly under her touch as he deepened the kiss and pulled her closer to him, barely leaving room for a sheet of paper to come between them. "I love you," he whispered as his lips moved to gently caress her neck in a number of kisses, "so so much, my beautiful, perfect, angelic Ariala."

Ariala pull him against her as she leaned against the counter, she wasn't sure how long they had been kissing when she heard the toaster pop the toast up. "Oh." She said, pulling away, her face flushed. "Nothing like a toaster to ruin the moment." She said, moving to the toaster. "Would you like butter on it?" She asked.

Dimitrius chuckled as he kissed her cheek, "Only if you don't have blueberry jam."

"Of course." Ariala said, pulling the jam out of the fridge and spreading it evenly on the toast. She set the plate at the table with a cup of tea before taking her own tea and sitting across the table.

Sitting down, Dimitrius took a sip of his tea. "Where am I to sleep, love? We'd best be getting to bed soon, you have classes tomorrow, correct?" he inquired with a smile as he took a bite of his toast.

"I assumed you'd be sleeping with me." Ariala blushed then quickly added. "Not that I want to do anything but I'll be more comfortable with someone next to me." She said, looking at her hands.

Dimitrius blushed as he took another bite of his toast. Swallowing, Dimitrius nodded, "Of course, love. But if you snore I'm kicking you to the couch," he teased as he took a sip of his tea.

Ariala rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't do that." She said with a grin, taking a sip of her tea. She gazed at his eyes, smiling like an idiot before she realized what she was doing. She immediately looked towards her lap, folding her hands.

Dimitrius grinned across the table at her as he continued to tease, "Oh, but wouldn't I?" Finishing his toast, Dimitrius winked at Ariala before taking a sip of his tea.

Ariala smiled, taking her cup as well as his plate to sink. "You like me to much to put me on the couch." She said slyly, turning to face him.

Finishing his tea, he stood up and brought his cup over to the sink and gently placed it beside the other dishes. Slipping his arms around Ariala's waist, he leaned against her, causing her to lean into the counter behind her, as he placed a gentle kiss upon her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, her lips, "Mmmm, not quite. I don't like you what so ever, my feelings run much deeper than that - too deep to completely describe."

"Even better." Ariala said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in closer for a second kiss. "But we better go to sleep." She said, wriggling out of his embrace and leading him to the bedroom.

Before Ariala could get far, he swiftly picked her up and cradled her in his arms, placing a gentle kiss upon her neck as he walked towards her bedroom. Gazing down at her, Dimitrius couldn't help but smile as be thought to himself, 'How could anyone have ever let her go? How could someone this wonderful truly love me? I am without a doubt the luckiest man on the planet Antronesia."

Ariala blushed, burying her head against his chest. "Isn't the whole carrying through the doorway usually reserved for the honeymoon?" She asked, putting her arms aroung his neck.

Dimitrius laughed, "Aye, but practice makes perfect, love!"

Ariala moved her hands to Dimitrius's neck, pulling him closer to give him a kiss. "I love you." She said, resting her head in the curve of his neck and shoulder.

Laying her gently on the bed, he placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead, whispering softly, "I love you too."

Ariala pulled Dimitrius on top of her giving him a gentle kiss before bringing him to lay next to her, pulling the sheets over them. She laid her arm over his chest, holding him close as she laid, looking out the window at the starry sky.

Dimitrius smiled as he held Ariala close, gently caressing her hair as he shifted the sheets so that they weren't on him due to the warm temperatures. Dimitrius couldn't help but chuckle as he whispered softly, "Perhaps I should ask Aunt Lina to make me clothes designed for Elimlee now that she's nearly finished your Winterglade wardrobe."

"Mmhmm." Ariala murmured, feeling sleep making her eyelids droop. "Sounds great, love." She whispered before her breathing became even as she fell asleep.

Dimitrius smiled as he gently kissed the top of her head before resting his cheek against her head and falling asleep himself.

*THE NEXT MORNING*

Ariala woke, her arm wrapped around Dimitrius's chest. She closed her eyes, pulling him tighter slightly to treasure the moment for another minute or so before she had to leave for her lessons.

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Marreck woke as the next hour stoke, his body limp from the restless night. He made his way into Emelaide's bedroom as silently as possibly, in case she was still asleep. He stoked the fire with more wood before retreating back to the couch to rest.

Emelaide, her mind completely awake for it doesn't in fact sleep due to her body being shut down, sighed internally as she tried to force her eyes open. Without any luck, Emelaide sighed again, 'Dammit. I'll surely have to make it up to Marreck as soon as I'm able to move properly..'

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Dimitrius smiled as he awoke to Ariala's embrace, "Mornin', love. You hungry?"

Ariala sighed, resting her head on his chest. "I'm actually quite comfortable right here." She murmured. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Mornings aren't much fun." She said, getting out of the bed. "But omelets sound delicious."

Ariala stretched causing the hem of her nightgown to reach her mid thigh and continued higher until she let her arms down, hiding her skin.

She wandered into the kitchen, pulling eggs from the fridge along with milk and some cheese. Ariala started to mix the eggs and milk in a bowl before pouring them into a hot frying pan.