Thread: Burning Passions [ Luciel x Ironic ]

It was strange, sitting inside the backseat of the Uber. It wasnt like Damian to be so sudden with plans, and he caught her off guard. She didnt mind, and appreciated his hard work. Most of the time she felt useless, unable to work until fully healed. The doctor told her during this visit that she was doing extremely well, and that she could start being more active to help her mindset. Navaeh couldnt wait to tell him the good news. Her fingers twiddled together as her orbs scanned the busy city streets. Funny how time flies yet you could picture something as if it happened moments ago. Damian was growing just as she was healing, becoming someone she knew once upon a time ago. She shook her head and laughed to herself, admiring the demon she fell so hard for. Deeply in thought she didnt notice that the Uber had stopped at the edge of the sidewalk until the driver turned around and announced their arrival. Thank you very much. She would hand him the owed total before stepping out of the vehicle, watching it depart before she met her gaze with the entrance of the apartments. The approving sound of a click allowed the knob of the door to open as she stepped inside of the apartment. Setting her purse down on the counter, she would tuck in a stray hair behind her ear before walking through their home. At first she didnt notice the dress laying on the bed as she opened up the fridge to see if there was anything to appease her appetite. With no luck, she closed the fridge door before pivoting the ball of her foot around to inspect the cabinets. That was when a hint of red grasped her attention in the distance. Raising a confused brow, she pranced towards the bed to see the distant memory sitting right in front of her. It caused her to instantly raise her hands to cover her gaped mouth. Just like last time, her fingers sprawled out to skim over the silk fabric of the dress , admiring that he was the one to choose it for her. It wasnt the original dress, but in her eyes it was still perfect. On the floor placed neatly on top of the original box was her nude pumps. They were raunchy in appearance and she really enjoyed his sense of style. Hell, he should be a fashion stylist, he could pull it off Just something to tease about with him later throughout the night. But what really made her smile was the tiny note left for only her eyes to see. Roof top. 8pm. I wanna see your ridiculous face on time this time! Damn, she loved him with everything she had inside of her. It was 645pm, which left her more than enough time to juggle to get ready. A long, steamy shower to ensure that every inch of her skin was hair free, lathering her body in the scent of shae butter and coconuts. Her hand was as steady as a surgeons as she powdered on her makeup, giving the lid of her eye a winged flick with eyeliner to add to the feistiness of her dress. Those wavy locks of hair of hers was allowed to hang alongside her back, long spiral curls twisting them up neatly. After adding some final touches of perfume onto her dress she would see that it was 756pm. Her heart tremored, her knees growing shaky as she couldnt help but feel some sort of fear from the last time this had happened. No, it wont happen again. She reassured herself before smoothing out the bottom of her dress and leaving the apartment before locking the door. Waiting patiently for the elevator to drop down to her level she would enter inside and hit the button that led to the rooftop, watching the doors close before she was sucked up. The slow jazz of the elevator music rang in her ears, her mind racing as she saw the lights on top of the doors switch as it reached each level. She wanted it to go faster, but she also wanted it to take its time, too. So many conflicting emotions It was exhausting. Ding! Tightly she shut her lids, breathing in deeply to prepare to see what he was up to for the evening. She knew he would be dressed up too. Just as ridiculous as her. My Damian She smiled before looking upright as the doors finally opened. The rays of the almost setting sun poured into the elevator, obscuring her vision before the silhouette of a figure stepped in the way. Oh, Damian. Her cheeks hurt by the way they curved upwards. She hasnt smiled this bright in God knows how long. You look so handsome. She gasped out, not wanting to tear up from the joy of this night finally happening. The soft music dazzled in her ears as she searched where it was coming from. A live performance just for the two. You really wanted tonight to be perfect, huh? She walked closer to him, arms ready to wrap around him until the box he held up in her face stopped her. Thats right, this time she didnt have a necklace fastened around her neck. She used to wear the first one he had given her, but she lost it during that fateful night. She wished he knew that she wore it for all that time. All those ten years. Gently, almost too afraid to touch it, she opened the lid of the box to see the unique designed meant for her. I couldnt have picked out anything better. Its Its so perfect. Gingerly she picked up the neck lace before turning around to have her back face him, bringing the jewelry up her chest before wrapping the chain around the nape of her neck. Why dont you help me put it on? She brushed the hair to lay over her shoulder so he could have a clear view to fasten the lock. Taking his hand, they would both walk towards the circular table with a cute tablecloth draping over it, the scent of the vanilla candle staining her nostrils. She wanted to soak in everything, forcing it into her mind for years to come. The candle wasnt the only thing she could smell as two expertly plated dishes of food rested in front of each seat. How about we eat before our meals get cold and perhaps well dance afterwards? The pair sat down and began to dig into their meal, the juices of the steak pooling underneath the meat as her knife dug into it. It was cooked to perfection medium-well, just how she enjoyed it. The savory garlic potatoes exploded inside of her mouth, her taste buds unwilling to handle themselves. The red wine was semi dry and semi sweet, washing down the food that they had just consumed. It was nice, seeing him happy as his eyes twinkled with the reflection of the candle flame. That flame he showed her months ago it couldnt be this small anymore. She could feel the burning of it as he sat across from her. Shall we? She extended her hand outwards to him as the wine gave herself a boost of confidence. Her hand gripped at the bottom of her dress, moving it away so she wouldnt trip on it as she stood up to meet with him. She was certain he knew how to dance, but she wanted to touch his hands, to guide them towards the arch of her back as one held onto her free hand. That other hand of hers tenderly sat on top of his shoulder as their bodies swayed in the middle of the nigh. Slowly the romantic vibrations of the saxophone and violin carried them into dance, her eyes locked onto his as her heart jolted. Her eyes closed, her head leaning towards his as she collided her lips passionately against his. His breath was sweet, the lingering taste of the wine entering inside of her mouth. She felt alive with each peck of his lips, her chest rubbing up against his own as she closed the space between them. She broke the kiss, breathing deeply before she grew the courage to say those simple three words that carried a grave impact with them. I love you