Crossing Boundaries [COMPLETE]

Sanctuary

Chris, fresh from taking a shower, left his room at about 8 in the evening. The Slovenian night sky was already dark and barren of twinkling stars. The heater was working well so he didn't need any layered clothing. Simply a v-neck burgundy sweater and black pants.

He went straight to the kitchen, which was across the hallway from the rooms, expecting to see Tiffany cooking in her PJs. To his surprise, she was also wearing a burgundy long-sleeved blouse, slightly hidden away by the cutesy apron she had on.

"Ditching your jammies, I see," Chris taunted. He stopped by the table and fixed the utensils for dinner.

"I swear, I will never allow your siblings to help me pack ever again. 3 trolleys and no sign of my PJs at all and nighties aren't exactly cooking friendly." She continued placing dinner on the plates.

"Well that I would love to see." This time, his joke was half-meant.

She ignored the joke. After placing a hefty amount of mashed potato beside the perfectly seared steak, Tiffany took off the apron and moved to the table with their plates in her hands. As she fixed her eyes on Chris, she let out a laugh. "Were you in my room looking at what I would be wearing?"

He headed for the wine rack and browsed through the few wine choices. "Come now, Foster. There weren't any stalking." He helped her carry one of the plates and lodged it down the dining table. Tiffany sat across him. "You know I actually mastered the art of telepathy. So when we were sleeping, I secretly connected with your subconscious and tricked you into wearing that." Both of them chuckling as he poured red wine into their glasses.

"Shall we dig in?" She asked.

"Attack is more likely what I was thinking." He grinned. "But first, a toast." Chris raised his wine glass. He stirred his head forward and in an almost whisper he mumbled, "What to toast to?"

Tiffany shook her head still giggling. "Why whisper? It's just the two of us." She closed her peepers for a while, thinking. "Hmmmm... New beginnings?"

"Ding, ding!" He raised his glass once more. "To new beginnings. May they lead to happily ever after."

Her nose crinkled. "To new beginnings." She repeated, clanking her glass to his. "You're such a Disney nerd... Happily ever after yada yada."

"Well so are you Tiffany Elizabeth Foster." He stuck his tongue out to her like a three year old annoyed kid but chuckled right after.

The dinner conversation was lighthearted, loads of smiling and giggling and bright eyes. They both cleaned up their dishes and the kitchen after. He washed, she wiped. By the time they ended the nightly chores, it was barely 10.

For Chris, who is a night owl, it would just be the start of fun. "Tired?"

"Nope. Slept quite well this afternoon. Do you wanna go out?" she asked back.

He had the Grinch smile plastered across his face. "Who are you?"

"Before you get your mind all twisted Mister... I was merely asking just in case you wanna go out, you can. I'll take care of the house." Her eyes roll in the I-am-messing-with-you fashion.

"You're cold, Foster... As cold as this weather." He mocked. And just like that the two had another bout of laughter. "But seriously, no going out tonight... I was just gonna ask you to play a drinking game with me." Before Tiffany could even protest he hushed her. "Remember your promise."