Upon the evening of his return, and the mention of having been in Paris these past days, she mulled over how it would be in such a city the following nights. Surely the sights would be something splendid to see. She would love to do so with him one of these times. Now, if she could only convince him, as with the fact he had just spent time there, he might not want to return so quickly being he was there for business.
After some coaxing, she managed to convince her beloved Elijah to bring her to Paris for a nice evening together. She kissed his lips lovingly as he agreed to take her for the night. A nice romantic dinner someplace and maybe a stroll through the city in these summer nights would be a lovely way to celebrate their special times.
She scurried off to find her dress for the night. Tilting her head to the side as she looked upon her gowns he watched from across the room. Eventually, she decided on one and pulled out a black lace dress. Smirking to herself as she knew he never really wanted her to leave in such a dress before. But, this was Paris, surely it demanded something special as this.
She smirked playfully as she caught out of the corner of her eye, her beloved husband watching her pick out her dress. She calls softly, "care to give me a hand, my love?" She made to reach for her zipper of the dress she wore to slip out of it and into the other one.
He gives a slight smile as he crosses the room to her, "of course, my queen." She slides his hand into hers and slowly pulls the zipper down, sliding his hand then along her shoulder. He bends slightly to kiss her soft skin there as she slips the dress off of her body.
She turns her head to softly kiss his lips as she picks up the new dress to wear. "Thank you, my love." She whispers after their kiss.
"Allow me to help you in this new one, my charm..." he whispers back as he caresses her neck gently before starting another kiss to her tender lips.
After some time later, they were seated in a beautiful little restaurant overlooking the Eiffel Tower. The clear night made the lights glisten more upon the dark evening. He ordered a lovely meal for them with a salad on the side then asked for some champagne to celebrate their special month.
"A toast, my queen." He lifts his glass towards her once their glasses were poured for them.
She smiles back into his eyes and lifted her glass to his, "of course, my king."
"To us, and our love. To the music we share now and always." He continued, clinking her glass lightly.
Smiling, she added, "to many more beautiful chapters to our wonderful story, my heart."
They sipped their glasses as they kept their eyes to each other. She smiled with a slight blush to her cheeks as she then placed her glass gently down.
They enjoy their delicious meal quietly, enjoying the view of the city and whispering as they sat closely by each others side. She noticed nothing else around them as they shared this secluded moment of theirs. It felt as though even the others sharing the restaurant with them were most nonexistent in her eyes.
Elijah read the waitstaff's mind briefly as they brought their dessert to them, in the light tough he gave to them without his wife even noticing.
'He is one lucky fellow to have a delicious creature by his side to adore him the way she seems to be doing so.' Before the waitstaff quickly turned away to tend to their next table.
He wondered if this was what others thought around the room and then smugly smirked to himself as looked upon his wife suddenly blushing softly over something.
She leaned in slightly with a forkful of the chocolate cake covered in dark, rich cherries, dripping in a chocolate sauce, to share the first bite with him. Her eyes looking up in his in a smiled question.
