Rome: I feel like dancing, whoo, dancing, whoo, dance the night away

[alien_isabel]

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[young_tmriddle]

*He laughs and waltzes her about the elevator car, humming. The champagne was fine, and he had a few glasses of it. He's not drunk, but he's in a fine mood.*

How do I love thee, let me count the ways...

Bugger that, I'll just kiss you instead.

*And he does.*

[alien_isabel]

Her hands move to start to unbutton the shirt under his robes, lips hungrily moving against his.

[young_tmriddle]

Mmm...

*He hums into her mouth, his hands coming up to run through her hair, totally mussing up her lovely hair do.*

Oh, Isabel...

*He is happier in this moment with her than he has ever, ever been. It might be partly the champagne's effects, but mostly he is just ecstatic to be loved by her.*

[alien_isabel]

She smiles as she kisses him, her own love emanating, literally. She finishes unbuttoning the shirt and pushes it open, kisses trailing down his chest. Her fingers move to his pants and she's about to push them down when t he elevator dings.