Ariala rolled her eyes playfully, taking yet another bite of her pizza. "Maybe not pizza but I'll do something to blow your mind." She teased.

Dimitrius chuckled as he ate another fry, "I look forward to it, love."

Picking up his pizza, Dimitrius looked over at Ariala, "So, love, what would you like to explore tomorrow?"

"I want to see the forest behind the property." Ariala grinned. "I love exploring forests." She winked before eating a few of her fries.

Finishing his pizza and grabbing another slice Dimitrius chuckled as he teased, "And for that I'll always be thankful. Also, I've been wondering.. Are your coats warm enough for you? Aunt Lina was afraid she made them too thin. She's not really accustomed to making anything suited for Elimlee elves, so she wasn't quite sure on how thick to make them. However, judging from how cold you were earlier.. I'd say they're not thick enough.. Would you like me to take them over to Lina's when we get back?"

"No, they're fine." Ariala said as she finished eating and took a sip of her juice. "There's thicker coats in there. I just misjudged how cold it would be at night." She shrugged.

"Ah, that's my fault.. I should have warned you that you'd get even colder without the sun to keep you semi-warm, I honestly wasn't even thinking. You'll probably want to wear one of the heavier coats tomorrow. I don't know the area well, so it may take awhile for us to get back," Dimitrius admitted with a blush as he took a bite of his pizza, not realizing a dab of sauce remained on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll do that." Ariala said with a smile, wiping the sauce from his face with her finger and putting it into her mouth with a grin. She picked up her plate and silverware, moving to the sink to beging washing the dishes and resuming washing the ones she had started before.

Taking a sip from his cup, Dimitrius looked over at Ariala, "Ari, love, you don't have to always do the dishes. I don't mind doing them, I hate making you do them all the time."

"I like doing them. I hate mess. Its almost compulsive." Ariala laughed as she scrubbed the dishes. "I think I should've mentioned that before you married an obsessive cleaner." SHe teased lightly, throwing a smile over her shoulder.

Dimitrius chuckled as he teased before taking another bite of is pizza, "Then I'm afraid I must warn you now, you've married a professional procrastinator when it comes to organization and cleaning."

"I didn't need a warning." Ariala smiled down at the soap bubbles. "I noticed that when I was in your disaster that you call a kitchen." She laughed as she set the dishes on a rack to dry.

After he'd finished his pizza and fries, Dimitrius downed his juice. Chuckling, Dimtrius brought over his dished and set them in the sink before slipping his arms around Ariala's waist, placing a tender kiss upon her neck, "It's not a disaster. You've just yet to understand my organization method is all. Does this mean I'm banned from putting dishes away?" he teased with a grin as he softly rested his chin on her shoulder while she worked.

"I'm completely unconvinced you have an organization method." Ariala laughed as she finished the dishes and placed them on the rack. "And the dishes need time to dry anyways, I'm not fan of towel drying." She said before turning around and placing her arms around Dimitrius's neck. Standing on her toes, Ariala gave Dimitrius a tender kiss. "And you're not exempt from putting away dishes. I have to put you to good use somehow." She teased.

Returning her kiss he teased, "I can already see who's going to be running our house and ordering everyone around. Can't say that I mind, you look even more gorgeous when you're being bossy," he added with a teasing chuckle before placing a tender kiss upon her lips, "As for my organization method, I'll show you how it works once we get home."

"You can try." Ariala smiled against his lips, her nerves beginning to fire with excitement under his kisses. She wasn't sure if she would be able to go a day without one of Dimitrius's kisses but she took satisfaction in never planning on finding out. Returning his kisses eagerly, Ariala brought one of her hands to his chest, curling in a fist around his shirt to pull him closer to her as her tongue parted his lips.

Picking her up and setting her on the counter beside the sink, Dimitrius moved his lips to gently caress her neck and his hand roamed her thigh, her hips, and around her waist before settling on the small of her back and pull her closer as he moved his lips back to her own, slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth.

Ariala curled her legs around Dimitrius's waist as he pulled her closer. Her lips moved softly against his, increasing in passion as he continued to kiss her. Ariala moved her hand on Dimitrius's shirt to curl into his hair and she pulled harder against him, pressing their bodies together. As her lips moved passionately against his, Ariala's free hand roamed to the hem of Dimitrius's shirt, her fingers sliding underneath to roam the soft skin underneath.

As one hand slid to caress her cheek, his other slid under her dress, caressing her soft skin with he palm of his hand as it made it's way up her thigh, her hip, her waist, and up her back to unclasp her bra. Pressing against her back, Dimitrius pulled her tighter to him as his lips trailed her jaw and neck, his tongue lightly caressing her skin with each kiss.

Ariala gasped as Dimitrius's hand slid underneath her dress and undid her bra. Ariala lifted her hand to pull against Dimitrius's shirt as she raised it, exploring the smooth skin underneath. "I love you Dimitrius." She whispered against his skin before bringing his lips back to meet his own. Her tongue parted his lips softly, exploring his mouth as she pulled him tighter against her so that they fit together perfectly.

Dimitrius removed his hands for only a few seconds as she took his shirt off. Gripping her tighter, Dimitrius lifted her against him and, forgetting the juice and pizza that was left on the table, headed straight for the bedroom, his desire to make love to his beautiful wife too strong to keep in check any longer.

Ariala kept her legs tight around Dimitrius's waist as he brought them to the bedroom. His smooth skin pressing against her and maing her shiver with desire. Ariala leaned back against the bed, pulling Dimitrius on top of her as she kissed him passionately.

Ariala slpped her dress over her head before making love to her husband underneath the canopy of the large bed.

The following morning, Dimitrius snuggled closer to Ariala as he woke up with his arm draped over her abdomen beneath the sheets and his head resting on the pillow beside her own. Placing a tender kiss upon her scalp, Dimitrius whispered softly, "I love you."

Ariala stirred at Dimitrius's voice, snuggling closer to him. "I love you to." She whispered against his chest. "Forever." She added before opening her eyes.

"Ah." She started, snapping her eyes shut. "Its bright." She laughed. "What time is it?" She asked Dimitrius.

Reaching up behind them and pulling the curtains so that they were overlapping, blocking out most of the light that was shining upon Ariala's face, Dimitrius chuckled and placed a tender kiss upon her forehead, "Around ten o'clock judging by where the sun is."

Ariala smiled as the sun faded away a bit, reaching up to give Dimitrius a kiss. "How does omelets sound?" She asked, hopping out a of bed and staggering a bit from head rush. Picking up the clothes that had scattered out on their floor, Ariala pulled on a light dress and made her way to the kitchen where Dimitrius's shirt was still on the floor. Blushing, Ariala picked up the shirt, and brought it back to the bedroom, setting it on the dresser.