A loud snort interrupted him, followed by a hearty laugh, "I'm sorry. Just-just your face. It's so cute!" She was grinning again, her eyes glittering with the stars, "I just inherited several successful restaurants in the town. They are all franchised out, like the Tuscan Sea we were supposed to meet at."
He released a deep breath as her laugh calmed him, "That sounds very successful. Still, those must be making a lot of profit for this."
She shrugged, "I'm an aggressive woman, what can I say?"
His hand was back on that exposed muscular thigh, fingers trailing up slowly under that satin skirt, "I find that incredibly sexy."
"I find you incredibly distracting." Her shoulder tensed as she leaned forward, trying to keep firm concentration on the drive, "If we crash, I'm blaming you."
"At least we'll die together."
"I'm not dying just yet. Nor am I going to let you die either." She turned to him, a soft smile on her face, "I'll protect you."
He lifted an eyebrow, fingers twirling slow circles on her skin as he contemplated her words, "I can handle myself."
"I meant it when I said I can take care of you."
His heart began to flutter, and he nodded, swallowing slowly, "I-I know." He bit his bottom lip, his hand leaving her thigh as he gathered courage, "I want to take care of you too." His fingers lifted up to caress her chin, "Ira, I love you-"
"We're here."
His words were cut off as she suddenly stopped in front of the valet of The Lunar Opera House, the car weaving into the tight space between a Lexus convertible and an Audi R8 Spyder. He was surrounded by vehicles worth more than all of his organs combined he was suddenly hit with insecurity as his confession was ignored. He looked away from her, trying to shake off the wetness in his eyes as the winged doors opened, a hurtful silence falling between them, "I-I guess we should get going-"
A sudden jerk on his tie pulled him towards Ira, her lips pressing against him, a low moan in her throat as she trapped him. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth parting against hers. To his joy, her lips opened for him, letting their tastes mingle. One of his hands moved to caress her jaw and cheek, the other pulling her towards her, savoring her warmth. She was by his side, and that was all that mattered.
Ira pulled back slowly, her face flushed as she gave him a soft and gentle smile; a smile she reserved for him alone. Her fingers gently brushed a few bangs from his eyes, looking deep into those ocean depths as she whispered, "I love you too."
He released a soft gasp, his eyes fluttering as he tried to hide the wetness growing in them, "Oh Sweetie..."
"But I hate this tie. You looked so uncomfortable." She smirked, undoing the Windsor knot and flinging his tie away, "Show off a little skin."
He laughed, his neck feeling free, "Your roses are still there."
Her red lips puckered into a pout, "Oh? Is that a problem?"
His hands moved to the top of his collared shirt, slowly undoing the first two buttons, letting his porcelain skin with those fading marks show, "Not a problem at all." He kissed her forehead, nuzzling against it, "I'm really happy, babe. Thank you."
She blinked, closing her eyes and savoring the moment before a soft cough from outside brought them back to reality. The valet peered down at them, a slight blush on his cheeks as his eyes were to the side, "The show is about to start Ma'am." He bowed his head to her, "Would you like me to park your car?"
Tristan's cheeks had a lovely dusting of peach as he rubbed the back of his head, pulling away from his dazzling date to exit the car. Ira giggled with a slight tremble in her voice, her own cheeks red, as she exited the vehicle, taking off her driving prosthetic arm to set it on the passenger side, "Y-yes. I would."
The valet nodded to both of them as they walked to the curb and as if handling a rare, priceless gem, he slowly pulled the car away from the curb to place it into safe keeping. Tristan wrapped his arm around Ira, his fingers trailing against the warm skin of her back, his eyes lidded as he tilted his head a little bow towards her, "Shall we?"
Ira chuckled again, this time calm and in control, as she leaned her head against his shoulder, "We shall, angel."
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