Thread: (Beautiful_Disgrace) A Blossoming Love Story (Tr1ckY_1337)

Their kiss made him close his eyes momentarily, trying his best not to get lost in their passion since dinner was indeed waiting on them. Yet still, her body right their in his arms, and her breasts right against his chest made Damien yearn to just fondle her and caress every inch of her body. When he was about to thrust his tongue into her mouth, he was shocked to find only open air. She was suddenly in her seat, smiling oh so sweetly at him. She knew what she did, and she knew what kind of effect she had on him. This girl was a crafty one. Oh ho, you're gettin' it later on, missy. Damien told her with a playful smirk, squeezing her shoulders playfully before walking to his seat. He put on a smile when she mentioned the wine. Though, deep down, he was practically sweating bullets. That looked like a fairly big bottle. He knew that this would be a night that he would not forget, and not for the reason he hoped for. I'd hate to disappoint her. Damien said with a sheepish laugh, though he hid it well. Thankfully, the taste of her wonderful food took away the worry he had. The ham had the right flavor, practically having cooked for the exact amount of time. Her corn bread was absolutely delightful, making him recall a memory of when a group of friends always came over to ask for corn bread. At one point, the entire college had her corn bread at least once. The collared greens, mash potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, everything was just perfect. If he did not know any better, Marisa had to have sold her soul to the devil to be such an amazing cook. A satisfied smile crept across his lips as he sat back in the chair, having poured them both wine earlier in the dinner. Holy cow... He muttered, drinking the wine and feeling the punch in his taste buds. It tasted great, and he could see why it was special. It seemed to top off the dinner even more so. Five stars, Marisa. Five golden stars. Damien said dreamily, looking to her with a bright smile. A loving woman, knew how to cook and bake, and she just seemed to be right in every single way, even her cons. He honestly could say he loved every bit of her. The cleaning was quick since Damien eventually convinced the old fashioned love of his life to finally let him help. Despite it being quick, he got mischievous and constantly shot water her way. It was a heated battle between the two, soap suds flying everywhere, Damien having to dive for a plate or glass every now and then. Laughter echoed throughout the apartment, and he exchanged another loving kiss with Marisa. Finally, it came time for the most anticipated part of Christmas the unwrapping of gifts. He scooped her up in his arms, bringing her over to the tree and gently tossing her on the couch. So, my present is totally goin' to outdo yours. It's mainly because I'm a guy, and guys are just better. He teased, puffing out his chest in a manly fashion. The fairly large box contained what Marisa had been eyeing several times whenever they passed the store. She had been needed some pretty fancy kitchenware since her current set was beginning to see the wear and tear of the many years of service. This was supposed to be the high end stuff, non-stick surfaces and perfect for every occasion sort of deal. Damien was no guru in terms of cooking hell, he could barely make himself a breakfast with eggs without screwing something up every time, but he knew that this would be perfect for her hobby that she loved so much. Another gift for her was hidden from her sight, actually in his coat pocket that he had hanging near the door. It was small, long box that held something Damien could only hope she would adore. He felt like it properly convey how much she meant to him. And, she did mean a lot to him.