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"I'm 'ere, love, na goin' anywhere. Come on, let's open it."

She nodded, and then went to open the box. She then peered closer.

"Huh."

"What is it?"

He's peering over her shoulder trying to see in.

She then pulled out what looked to be a cake.

"Rum spice cake." Pulling out a container.

"With butter cream frosting on the side."

Hmmm...

Now he reaches in and finds a small stained glass window from the medieval collection of the Metropolitan,

"Saint Elizabeth o''ungary, we saw this on our first date in that lovely museum."

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Small smile, and she traced it carefully. She then went to place it on a shelf.

"Yes we did."

She then blinked, and lifted up. "Another blue ribbon? And a green one? Like at the fair."

"I think there's also some rum in here."

He lifts the last things out sprinkling them and laughs,

"Rose petals, love, tis full o'rose petals."

"How many? Oh... that's a lot of petals." Subtle eyeing of him.

"Guess we know 'ow we're supposed to celebrate."

He starts by putting some on the bed and then takes off his shirt, still wearing the bandage but that's alright. Though mixed among the petals are a condom or two just to keep them safe.

"Hence also the frosting? Don't know why there's rum. I'm too young, and you can't drink it yet." She did start to take off her top.

"Cause o'that time at Doc's bonfire, ye were cute when ye'd drunk rum. Aye, ye chocolate an roses, canna think o'aught better."

He helps her take off her shirt and lays her down on the bed as he helps her take her bra off.

"I was sloshed, and had the worse headache the next day though."

She did pull him closer for a kiss however after she had said that.

"Aye, but ye laughed a lot. Now where shall we put these roses?"

His fingers trace over her skin just barely touching and depositing roses in their wake.

She flexed and squirmed against his fingers. The petals were so soft and light against her skin.

"...Sounds like you got ideas already."

"Well, aye, I've a lovely ye to decorate."

Then he starts kissing where each petal fell and dabbing some of the chocolate frosting on her nipples to lick off.

She started to writhe and moan against the bed.

That makes him smile and slow down his kisses and licks, and playing with the petals on her skin.

She moaned louder, her hands briefly touching the waistband of her skirt, debating on slipping that off as well. The rose petals adding a soft delicate touch that was interesting, but also maddening in how it sparked the nerves. All of the signals racing through her body, and focusing in the center.

Gently he helps take her skirt off, tracing the petals a bit lower as he takes his time kissing and caressing her breasts.

Ah much better now, as she tugged him closer against her. Her fingers wound in his hair, and her nails lightly scratched the scalp of his skin.

"Still like scritches?" Scritching his head as she smiled in amidst the growing moans he was drawing out of her.

That makes him moan and make a low almost growly sound,

"Oh aye, I do."

"Ooh, you can make those sounds too." She laughed and gave him more scritches on his head. Hmmm, maybe behind and under his ears too?

The sound continues as his fingers trace where the petals have fallen downwards.

She was going to keep scritching then but she was also starting to shudder as his fingers descended lower on her skin.

He loves those shudders so takes his time, keeping the touches gentle and teasing.