#datenight

"And you compliment my flaws well too so maybe I'm a bit selfish"

"I am jealous. I hold grudges. I do not forgive easily."

"You forgave me more than once." A pause "And if you're holding a grudge against me you're being VERY patient." A sigh "And I get jealous too. "

"Of course I forgave you."

A tilt to his head

She draws her knees up to her chest. "I don't deserve you. You need someone who can shout their love."

"What did I say about how you're too hard on yourself?" He says and puts an arm, long around her, "I'm no sluagh, but if I wanted obnoxious yelling I'd visit the farm more often. Let the smile in shadows be my star, I cannot abide the garish sun anymore than you can when it comes to it. You are smart, You are funny, you are passionate and you inspire me. there are times I don't think I deserve you. Do you not see how alarmed your family looks sometimes when they see me sitting down? Like...what have I done to their perfect jewelry? I mean, theyr'e not calling me Little Goy Blue or anything. they're good people, but I know that they have doubts I'lL Ever Be good enough. Sometimes I have to agree with them."

"Boychick. Hirim calls you Boychick. He likes you, most of the time."

She nestles against the blue arm, closing her eyes. "I'm sorry I can't Oath."

"Won't..."

"we talked about that. It's okay" he stroke her hair with a free hand, "I remember what you offered. That .. that was so big it was almost scary, and wonderful. And you think I don't know that I'm ...we do more than kiss to say it gently, and that's with ME. Do you know how amazing I feel? not just from the pleasure of entwining, but knowing you picked me, want me back. Give yourself to me. Trust me? I... it's beyond physical. It is the closest act I come to the universe outside of my art."

"I do trust you. Absolutely." Calming, tensions slowly unspooling as he strokes her hair.

"We have made light designs in the canvases of each other's frames. You have pressed about me like a book preserving a flower it means to keep forever. And I have split you like a rock upon the waves and the white pleasure between us is a moan in the mist that others envy. I am no cad, and you no wanton, but oh sweet dreaming, I swear the world moves about us in those moments, and the axis of the earth thru us."

A blush but he continues to stroke her hair

She reaches out, pressing cool fingertips against his lips. "My poet."

"My muse" He kisses her finger tips.

"My artist, my hunter, my Herne...." She winds against, punctuating each name with a kiss.

"Stars on the river, hind leading me into the woods of dark delights," Kissing back sometimes her lips, sometimes her neck "My greatest joy. But whisper my name once in pleasure and that sound will lift me up." And yes, he is trying to seduce her. Not because it is clever. Not because he's being nice, but because he can no longer do anything else so strong is the desire she stirs.

"Promise?" And she seeks to see if that is really so.

"Promise" He says and getures, the door locking and being blocked by a gimmix and..

then only she exists in his world

(Fade to black)