“Unless you burn it or make it creole-style,” she riposted, head turned to watch the trees flash by. She shifted to look out the other side, eyes drifting to skim along the arc of his hands and the line of his profile. God, he was glorious. “I’m not starving yet,” she murmured, “so you don’t have to start cooking right away.”
“Nope, I promise I won’t burn them.” Feeling her eyes on him he glanced at her so as to still keep the road in sight. “Oh? What did you want to do then? Like I said I bought a whole new bottle of wine, or I dunno, it’s up to you.” He flashed her a smile and took her hand in one of his while he drove.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Summer said airily. “I suppose we’ll have to see when we get there. I shouldn’t think you’ll have to wonder long.” The warmth of his hand about hers was as good as the warmth of him at her back.
Victor raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. It was only a few more minutes before they reached his house and once they did Victor got the door for her just as he had earlier. Then he quickly unlocked the front door and held the door open for Summer, turning the lights on as he stepped in behind her. Smoothly, he hung their jackets and then led Summer to the couch where he sat down. “So, what is it you had in mind love?”
She leaned up, sliding a hand behind his neck, and pressed her lips to his, slowly. Not for teasing, or for passion; just to say ‘thank you’. The other arm got about his shoulders, pulling him close, before she opened her mouth for him, whispering, “Victor, darling,” into his.
He pulled her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently before kissing her. “Yes, love?” His hands trailed down her sides to rest at her hips while he deepened the kiss.
She couldn’t answer, preoccupied with their tangling tongues and the way his muscles moved under her hands.