Graveyard
"I'm sorry about this." Rupert helps you to hop up and sit on the headstone. "This isn't exactly what I had planned."
"I know." With the recent surge in vampire activity, you've barely seen Rupert. You weren't about to let him break another date. Even if it means graveyards at midnight, at least you're together.
He jumps up beside you and offers you a mint. You accept. Buffy kindly offered to patrol the opposite end of the cemetery to give you two some alone time, for which you are grateful. A cold breeze blows through the trees. You shiver slightly. "Cold Love?"
You shake your head no. You practically had to beg him to bring you out here. You're not about to appear all helpless female and make him think he has to take care of you.
"Liar," you look up to find him smiling gently down on you. You return the smile. Rupert opens his jacket lapel wide. "Come over here." You lean against him and embrace him under his jacket. He closes the jacket around you and hugs you.
You snuggle him tightly. "This is nice."
"That's two my sweet. I hear after three your nose starts to grow."
You briefly tickle his ribs. He jumps. "I mean it. It's all quiet. Just us. You holding me. It's nice. It's been a long time."
He kisses the top of your head. "Too long. And I am sorry."
"Hey, comes with the territory. I knew the rules when we got together."
"Just the same, I'm still sorry."
You look into his eyes, lean forward, and kiss him deeply. When you pull back again, he is smiling. "So, you said it wasn't what you had planned? What did you have planned?"
"Well, I wanted you to come over to my place."
"Uh huh."
Rupert smiles. "I'd take your coat, sit you at the table."
"Candlelit table?"
"Of course my Love. Then I'd bring in the dinner I'd prepared. Roast game hens, some seasoned vegetables, a nice wine."
"Go on."
"After we finished, I'd put some music on, hold you in my arms."
"Like this?" You squeeze him just a bit tighter.
"Yes my Love. Though I thought maybe we'd dance."
"You love the nightlife. You gotta boogie?" It is your turn to be tickled and jump.
"And then maybe we'd go upstairs."
"Yes?"
"And you'd let me hold you some more?"
"Oh I think I would. Maybe even kiss me."
"Really," he says with convincing faux-astonishment.
"Yes. Well you know. If you were a good boy."
"Yes, I see."
You sigh, "It sounds wonderful."
"Yes. Too bad we didn't get to try it in reality."
"We will. If not tonight, then some other night. The undead have to slump off eventually."
"I suppose."
"And you're still holding me."
Rupert pulls back and looks into your eyes, "This is true." He jumps down and extends his hand up. "Shall we dance?"
You grin. "There's no music."
"And no dinner, but you still let me hold you. Well?"
You take his hand and hop down. He pulls you into his arms and sways you. The only music is the sound of the wind in the trees, but it's enough.
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