Judicial Temptations :: WRIOLLETTE

27 :: Sweet Indulgence

The dinner table was set with care, and the soft glow of candles flickered between Wriothesley and Neuvillette as they sat across from each other. Tonight wasn't just about the food-it was a celebration. A celebration of Wriothesley's promotion, of the strides he had made in his career, and of the love that had blossomed between them.

The scent of roasted vegetables and savory meats lingered in the air, the remnants of a satisfying meal.

Wriothesley leaned back in his chair, a glass of golden mead in hand, swirling the liquid gently as he stared at Neuvillette with an affectionate smile.

"This is really good," Wriothesley said, lifting the glass to his lips for another sip. "I'm glad we decided on something special tonight."

Neuvillette smiled softly in response, watching as Wriothesley enjoyed his drink. "You seem to be enjoying that quite a bit. It's not your usual tea."

Wriothesley chuckled. "No, it's not. But this... this is different. Sweet, kind of like honey. I think it's actually mead-honey wine."

Neuvillette raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

He had always stuck to water, finding other beverages too rich or overpowering for his taste. But tonight was different. Tonight was a night for new experiences, and the curiosity got the better of him. "May I try it?"

Wriothesley grinned, lifting the glass and offering it to him. "Go ahead, but... it's your funeral." He teased lightly, knowing Neuvillette's particular tastes.

Neuvillette took the glass cautiously, bringing it to his lips. He took a small sip, letting the taste settle on his tongue. To his surprise, it wasn't unpleasant. It was light, sweet, and almost refreshing. Nothing like the thick hot chocolate he despised.

"This... isn't bad," he admitted, glancing at Wriothesley with a look of mild surprise. "Not bad at all."

Wriothesley laughed, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied smirk. "Better than hot chocolate, I assume?"

Neuvillette couldn't help but smile at that, a rare warmth in his eyes. "Much better."

A few moments later, Neuvillette found himself ordering a glass of his own. One glass quickly turned into two, and before he knew it, he had ordered a third. Wriothesley watched him with an amused expression, sipping on his own glass and feeling a pleasant buzz start to settle in.

"Who would've thought?" Wriothesley said with a chuckle, swirling the remaining mead in his glass. "The Chief Justice of Fontaine, indulging in a bit of honey wine."

Neuvillette shot him a mock glare, though the effect was softened by the slight flush that had spread across his cheeks. "I am allowed to indulge every once in a while, Wriothesley. Especially on a night like this."

Wriothesley grinned, raising his glass in a playful toast. "To indulging, then. And to many more nights like this."

Neuvillette clinked his glass against Wriothesley's, the soft sound echoing through the intimate space between them. They both finished their drinks, a comfortable silence settling over them as they savored the last moments of their meal.

The walk home was filled with light laughter, the two of them just a little more than tipsy. The streets of Fontaine were quiet, save for the gentle lapping of water against the canals. The city had a peacefulness to it at night, a serenity that both Wriothesley and Neuvillette found comforting.

Wriothesley stumbled slightly as they reached their door, laughing at himself as he fumbled with his shoes. "Who knew a bit of wine could make me this clumsy?"