Ariala rolled her eyes at his logic. "Your insane." She teased lightly as she shifted to sit in his lap, her knees on either side of his lap. "You know that, right?" She asked, her eyes seemingly brighter. "I want to be with you, Dimitrius." She said softly, tracing the length of his jaw with her fingertips. "I just...I don't want to do anything wrong." She said softly. "I mean wrong as in..." He voice trailed off as she looked down, not meeting his eyes. "Please don't make me say it out loud." She whispered, still not look in his eyes.

Dimitrius couldn't help but smile as he pulled Ariala closer and place a tender kiss upon her lips, "You don't have to. It's impossible for that to happen, I promise you."

Brushing his nose softly against hers, Dimitrius placed a light kiss on her lips, "Ari, please believe me when I say that you have nothing to worry about."

"You're right." Ariala sighed against his lips. "I'm just nervous I guess." She said, placing a tender kiss on her lips. "Silly nerves." She mumbled as she deepened the kiss, moving one of her hands to wrap in Dimitrius's hair. Her other hand slipped to Dimitrius's chest, feeling the smooth contours of his body as it traveled to his waist, snaking around to his back.

Dimitrius chuckled as his hands caressed the small of her back and thigh as he whispered softly between kisses, "Very silly."

Ariala felt her fears melt away under his kisses. It was Dimitrius after all, there was nothing to be scared over. Ariala kissed him back softly, her passion growing with each kiss. Pulling him off of the couch, never letting her lips stop kissing him, Ariala led them down the hallway to the bedroom at the end of the hall. "I love you." Ariala whispered softly, pulling him closer as she kissed him, standing only a few feet from the large bed.

Slipping his hands around her waist, Dimitrius pulled her closer as he whispered, "I love you too."

Slowly, softly, Dimitrius pulled as her dress, scrunching it into his hands before lifting it over her head. Letting it fall to the floor, Dimitrius picked Ariala up, cradling her in his arms, pulled back the sheets, and laid her on the bed. Removing her shoes, letting them fall beside the bed. Dimitrius leaned over her, his fingertips lightly trailing her leg as his lips kissed her inner thigh, her hip, and then left a trail across and up her abdomen, lingering on her chest before moving up to her neck and softly caressing her skin. His hands slid up her thigh, across her hip, up her side, and to her back as he kissed her.

Leaning back, he pulled his shirt off and let it fall to the floor before leaning back into her and placing a long, hard, tender kiss upon her lips, his tongue slipping through her lips as it explored her mouth. "I love you, Ariala Cordei," he whispered between kisses.

Ariala shivered lightly under her touch as she laid in only a lace pink bra and matching underwear. Her kisses were hesitant for a brief moment before she began tracing the lines of Dimitrius's chest with one hand, the other holding him tight from the small of his back. Placing small kisses down Dimitrius's neck and to his chest, her fingers still lightly roaming the shape of his body. Moving her hands to his waist, Ariala slipped off Dimitrius's pants and threw them onto the floor beside the bed.

Ariala kissed Dimitrius passionately, her body humming with excitement as his fingers ran over her body. The only thing seperating them, the small fabric of their underclothes which Ariala removed silently, not wanting to ruin the moment.

And there, under the brilliant blue covers in a stone cottage bathed in moonlight, Ariala made love to her husband and true love, Dimitrius Cordei before falling asleep in his gentle arms.

The next morning, Dimitrius didn't move a muscle. With Ariala still sleeping upon his chest, Dimitrius gently ran his fingers through her hair, his thoughts roaming to the night they spent together. Loving every minute of it, even when she expressed her fears before, Dimitrius couldn't keep a smile from his face. "I told you you had nothing to worry about," he whispered softly.

Ariala smiled as Dimitrius's words brought her back to him and away from sleep. Stirring only slightly, Ariala pulled him closer as she looked up at him. "Yes, you were right." She laughed quietly, resting her head against his chest once more. Absentmindedly, Ariala began to trail her fingers over Dimitrius's chest, drawing invisible designs. "Can we stay here a little longer?" She asked. "I don't want to start the day yet." She admitted.

His hand still running his fingers through her hair, Dimitrius smiled, "Of course, love. We can spend as much time here as we wish, we have no reason to get up until we're hungry. We can explore the countryside this afternoon, if you wish."

"That sounds like fun." Ariala said, loosening her grip on Dimitrius to move so that she was eye level with him, keeping one of her hands entwined with his. "But not until later." She smiled devilishly.

Dimitrius chuckled as he placed a light kiss on her nose and agreed, "Much later."

Keeping his hand in her hair, caressing her head, Dimitrius leaned in and placed a deep, tender kiss upon his wife's lips.

Ariala moaned softly at his touch, pulling herself closer to him to lean into his kiss. Not bound by the the seperation of clothes, Ariala kissed Dimitrius back, her fingers wandering over his smooth skin.

Dimitrius shuddered lightly under her touch as his hand caressed her curves and slid down her thigh, caressing her leg as he returned her kisses, "I love you."

"As I love you." Ariala whispered against his lips as she deepened their kiss and wound her body around his.

"Fears all gone?" he teased as he pulled her against him and eagerly returned her kisses, his fingers softly caressing her smooth skin.

"Fears all gone." Ariala promised, a smile on her lips as she pulled away from the kiss and rested her forehead against his. Ariala placed one of her hands on the back of Dimitirus's neck to give him a tender kiss and began where they'd left off the night before.

Laying beside Ariala in the late afternoon sun, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him, whispering softly as he placed a kiss upon her bare shoulder, "I love you." His face lightly buried in her hair, Dimitrius drifted in and out of sleep, cherishing every moment he had with Ariala, and loving his Aunt more and more for planning this getaway for them.

Ariala felt herself drift in and out of sleep as she laid perfectly content in Dimitrius's arms. "We should get up." She said softly as she gazed dreamily out the window. "I want to see the country a little before its dark."

Dimitrius sighed as he placed a tender kiss upon her neck. "You're right, we really should.. I'll go make us some breakfast," he whispered before slipping out from under the sheets and slipping on his pants that lay on the floor from the night before. Leaning down and placing one last kiss upon Ariala's forehead, Dimitrius whispered, "You have time for a shower if you'd like. And don't worry about leaving me hot water, I'll be fine with lukewarm," he added as he headed out of the bedroom towards the kitchen to make them a breakfast of egg-toast and juice.

Ariala smiled as she pulled herself out from under the thick blankets. Not bothering to get dressed, Ariala made her way to the shower and turned the water onto the hottest it would go.

Having showered, Ariala wrapped herself in a towel and returned the bedroom. She found the green dress she'd been admiring the day before. After a quick change, Ariala pulled her long hair into a ponytail and slipped on a pair of green flats before heading towards the kitchen.

By the time Ariala had finished showering, Dimitrius had already piled high two plates of egg toast, each cooked perfect with a hint of cinnamon, lathered in butter with apple syrup drizzled over it. Setting the plates down at the table as Ariala came in, Dimitrius simply stood and stared at her. She looked gorgeous in that dress and Dimitrius couldn't take is eyes from her. "You look beautiful.."

The sound of his voice bringing him back to what he was doing, Dimitrius blushed and went to the icebox to fetch milk for the two of them. Pouring the cool liquid into their cups, Dimitrius set the pitcher on the table in front of him, "I hope you're hungry, love. I kind of made a bit extra," he added with a chuckle.

"I can see that." Ariala laughed easily, eyeing the large pile of french toast. She sat down, taking a couple of toasts and cutting them up carefully. "I'm not the only one who's good with breakfast food." She laughed after taking a bite of her toast. "This is delicious."

Dimitrius grinned as he sat down opposite of her and dug into his stack. "Why thank you. Looks like if you mess up the cooking, we'll always have my inherited skills to fall back on," he teased with a smile as he took a bite of his egg toast. "Maybe I'll even give you a few lessons," he added with a wink.

"Yes, please teach me your ways." Ariala laughed as she continued to eat. "I've only messed up cooking a few times, thank you very much." She said. "And some of them weren't so bad." She laughed. "Except for the time I added salt instead of suger. Not one of my best moments." Ariala said, a faint pink on her cheeks.