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Leaving the United Nations building, Christopher tucked on his hoodie, pulling it closer around him before taking the Ariddian Ambassador's hand again. Smiling over at her, he took a short moment to admire her, looking away if Christelle noticed his glance. Most of him felt cold except his cheeks, which were warm and flushed with blood from his constant blushing.

After taking in the surroundings, he headed in the direction Christelle pointed out, wondering where exactly they would go, "Well, I'm not really sure where to go. Would you like to go somewhere fancy or perhaps something, uh, less fancy?"

Christelle laughed lightly. Christopher was clearly uncertain of himself, but he was trying very hard to please, and she was enjoying every moment of it. It made her feel special. Especially the glances he kept casting in her direction.

He finds me attractive, she thought, and experienced a warm, comfortable feeling inside.

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze, and looked at him.
"Somewhere... nice," she said simply. "It doesn't matter whether or not it's fancy." She paused, and grinned. "All right, perhaps a little bit fancy," she admitted, watching his eyes. They were very expressive eyes, and very attractive...

"Let's just walk and see what we find, shall we?" she suggested lightly.

Christopher nodded, grinning and gushing like an Islenskan school boy as she squeezed his hand, "Sure, that sounds fine with me."

"So, umm, did you always want to be involved in politics or did you want to be something else?" he shivered again against the cold air. Knowing that Christelle had to be just as cold, he took off his hoodie, holding it out to her, "Here. This should keep you warm."

"Thank you," she said softly, touched at his kindness. "But you need it. Keep it. We'll be indoors soon, I hope.

I... used to want to be an illustrator. When I was a child," she admitted, feeling just a little embarassed at telling him this. "I've always been rather good at drawing, though I'm really, really out of practice."

She looked on down the street, hoping to see a sign for a restaurant. It was rather cold, after all. Although Christopher's hand in hers kept her hand warm, at least.

"How about you? Any... childhood dreams on what you'd be? Or were you into politics by the age of 10?" she asked with a quick giggle.

"Actually, I was," He smiled, understanding how odd it sounded for a ten year old to be interested in that sort of thing, "My father was the representative of the old King. And I, well, followed in his footsteps. It isn't a glamorous position, but it is one that I am relatively content with."

Spotting a building up ahead, Christopher quickened his pace, heading towards it quickly, "Hey, this looks like a nice, warm, place to eat. What do you think?"

"There's nothing wrong with following in your father's footsteps," Christelle assured him. "It seems politics in Islenska are very different to Ariddian politics, though."

She looked up ahead, trying to make out what the sign said, then nodded.
"Let's take a look. I'm getting rather hungry... and cold!"

They hastened their step until they reached the restaurant, a gush of warm air and pleasant scents greeting them as Christopher pushed open the door. The inside was cosy, comfortable... and yes, just a little bit fancy. The style of the decoration was unfamiliar, as was the scent of the cooking, but it certainly smelled nice. She gave a faint sigh of relief as the warmth of the room seeped into her cold body.

Taking in a deep breath, Christopher inhaled the scent of the cooking. Sighing contently, he began shivering, the cold leaving his body in this wonderfully warm restaurant, "I think this is chinese. Come on."

He walked further into the place, stopping at an empty table and pulling out a chair for Christelle. After she was seated, he sat down himself, rubbing his hands together excitedly, "Smells nice, doesn't it?"

"Smells lovely!" she agreed, blowing on her hands to warm them, then looking across the table and giving him her best smile. "Thank you for this! It's been a while since I've treated myself to a proper evening out, and, well... It makes me feel special. Especially when I'm spending it with a handsome and very nice young man like you."

She looked up as a waiter came over to them.

The blush that came to Christopher's cheeks was a shade that could rival any other blush in the history of blushes. When the waiter came over and handed them their menus, he quickly buried his face inside his, "Yes, ahem, I would, um, like the orange chicken, with a side of fried rice and crab rangoon."

The waiter waited for Christelle, and when she had decided on what she wanted he left to go have the meals made. Christopher lowered his menu, looking up at her, "Thanks. I'm very glad you are enjoying yourself; it means a lot to me. To be honest, this has actually been my first 'time out' in a, uh, long time. I hope I'm not acting too silly."

Christelle selected a tasty-sounding dish near the top of the list of vegetarian options, then turned her full attention to Christopher once more.

"You're not," she told him, then paused. "Well, maybe a little, but I like you just the way you are." She gave him a warm, genuine smile. "Just be yourself," she assured him. "I like what I'm seeing of you so far."

Her eyes twinkled with a faintly mischievous look. "If you're trying to impress me, you're doing fine."

"Um, thank you," Christopher felt rather intimidated. The Ariddian woman was absolutely beautiful, and there was no way for him to approach her in that cool, charismatic way the king seemed to hold himself around everyone. However, at least she liked the fact that he was more nervous than he had ever been before.

"Well, I, um, I think you are just absolutely lovely, and I'm really glad I decided to ask you out to dinner," Brushing some hair back, he cleared his throat, smiling, "So, what do you do in Ariddia? Are you just an ambassador? Or do you do other things as well?"

Christelle blushed brightly. Although Christopher might not realise it, his compliments were having quite an effect on her.

She grinned.
"What do I do? It's a fairly long list... Other than being Ariddia's ambassador, I sit at the Uhuhland Council. Which is a sort of... international legislative body in our part of the world. I was President of the Council for six months. Which officially made me President of most of a continent, although in practice it didn't mean that much." She smiled.

"Oh, and officially I'm the leader of ESAT. The Extraterritorial Sovereign Ariddian Territory. Which is a loophole my government uses to avoid compliance with unpleasant UN resolutions. So technically, I'm a head of State." She grinned at him. "Don't be intimidated.

And apart from that... Well, I have very little free time. Which is another reason why I really appreciate you bringing me here." She looked at him curiously. "What about you? What else do you do, back home? I still know so little about you..."

"Wow, that sounds like quite a bit to do. I'm surprised how you're able to get it all done."

Setting down the menu, he looked up for a moment, "Well, as I said, apart from being UN Ambassador for Islenska, I am also the representative of the king, which means I act on his behalf when he does not wish to or is incapable of performing his duties; also, I am his assistant. Apart from that, well, I don't have much of a social life, but I do enjoy playing sports when I have the chance or when the King wants me to play with him."

Christelle nodded, and smiled.

"It all sounds so different to anything I'm used to. Being the assistant of a King... Even just living in a monarchy. What's that like?"

She stopped, and laughed slightly. "Sorry; that's a silly question. I'm just curious, having always lived in a republic myself... Plus, I want to know more about you," she explained, looking into his eyes.

"Well, it isn't a true monarchy. Islenska is a constitutional monarchy. We have a parliament, and the King is more like a President then a King, though he has a few more powers than a normal head of the executive branch."

"As for me, well, what do you want to know?"

Christelle opened her mouth slightly, then stopped and thought about it. After a short while, she asked,

"What do you... like? I mean, in any way. Other than playing sports... although you can tell me which sports! What music do you like, do you like reading, what do you believe in, what's your favourite food... what's your favourite colour?" She smiled wickedly. "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to overwhelm you, I just... I'd like to get to know you."

At that point the waiter brought them their drinks. Christelle thanked him politely, then lifted her glass, gazing at Christopher.

"Here's to a lovely evening," she said, a slight sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips.


OOC: I've got to go for now; I'll be back tomorrow.

"Well, as far as sports go, the King and I usually play first person shooters, though there are fighting games too on occasion," it was obvious he didn't play any 'physical' sports, his physique not particularly built for such activities.

"Hmm, well, as far as music goes, I often enjoy listening to the Islenskan Philharmonic. And I love to read, I read whenever I have the opportunity, in fact. Favorite food? Well, the King shared some of the Karmicarian cured asp that he received as a present from the Queen of Karmicaria, and it was particularly good. I've already asked him to bring some back after he's attended the Queen's wedding. And my favorite color would have to be forest green."

"How about you? What are your answers to those questions you just asked me?"


OOC: Alright, see you tommorow.

Christelle listened with interest, then shook her head with a smile as he asked the question back at her.

"Let's see... When I had time I used to play badminton, volleyball sometimes... Not that I was ever particularly good. Music... My tastes vary, but I've always enjoyed classical. And some forms of Indigenous Ariddian music. It's so... haunting and beautiful."

She paused, sipping at her drink.
"I love reading too, so we have that in common! And my favourite colour..." She thought about it for a moment. "Probably dark blue."

The waiter brought their food over shortly thereafter, and they began eating. As they did so, Christelle found herself glancing up at Christopher now and then, much the way he had been looking at her earlier... and in fact still was. She felt the warmth colour her cheeks, and smiled almost shyly.

"It's very nice!" she said, enjoying her meal. "We'll have to come here again. If... you want to, that is," she added quickly.

As Christelle spoke, Christopher was leaning in, resting on his elbows and listening to her with the utmost care. He was truly interested in hearing about what she had to say, and he wanted to know more. Of course, he would wait until he asked anything more.

The food arrived, and Christopher ate quietly for the most part. Glancing up, he noticed her shy smile, and the blush immediately returned to his own cheeks as well, "Yes, uh, it is very nice," looking down at his food again as he spoke, "And, well, I'd love to come back again with you sometime."

"I'd like that," Christelle said happily. She hesitated a moment, then reached across to place her hand briefly on the back of his, and looked into his eyes. "I'd like that a lot," she added softly.

She ate some more of her food, then asked,
"What's it like where you live? Hot, cold, dry, rainy? Was it flat ground, near the sea, in the mountains? Were you brought up in a city, or in the countryside?"

She looked at him as she continued eating. She found that she liked watching him, the expressions on his handsome face, the nervousness she could still see there, the intelligence in his eyes, his kindness...

He couldn't help but stare when she took his hand; the act surprised him, and he wasn't entirely sure how to react in a way that wouldn't involve babbling nonsense before fainting. Looking back into her eyes, he could only smile, and give her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Well, Islenska is cold, but we don't have too much trouble with it. And Islenska is a coastal city, so we live by the sea. As for where I grew up, well, I was raised in the city. Islenskans rarely live outside of the cities. What about you? Where did you grow up in Ariddia?"

"I was born and raised in Cité-Belle (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Cit%C3%A9-Belle), so I'm a city girl too." She smiled. "It's on the coast. There are some lovely beaches, very warm water, and then when you go inland there's this immense, beautiful forest. It's a very cultural city, too, with lovely architecture... The weather is warm. Hot, in summer." She gave him another smile. "Perhaps I can show you, one day..."

When they had finished eating, she gave a contented sigh, and looked at him questioningly.

"Where to now?"

"It sounds absolutely beautiful, and I would love to visit it some time. Perhaps one day you might visit Islenska."

Finished eating, Christopher felt stuffed. He took a moment to finish his drink, and then looked up at Christelle, unsure of what to say, "Well, uh, that really, ahem, depends on where you would like to go next. I would hate to suggest any place that you would not wish to go to."

Christelle looked at him, and laughed gently.

"Christopher... be bold," she told him, and gave him an inviting, encouraging smile. "Surprise me. Suggest something."

Nodding his head and taking a deep breath, Christopher leaned in, "Well, I'm afraid I don't have a room at the UN building, but, if you have one, perhaps we could go back there?"

Christelle looked at him for a long moment, then a slow grin lit up her face.

"All right..." she said, softly. "I've got an office in the UN building. Which is... set up so that I can live and sleep there a few days when I need to." Her gaze locked with his, she slipped her hand into his. "Shall we go?" she whispered.

As Christelle looked at him, Christopher immediately wondered if he had said the wrong thing. However, that grin that appeared was able to reassure him. Smiling nervously while his heart pounded inside his chest, he took her hand and stood, using his free hand to reach into his pocket and leave behind money to pay for the food, as well as give a impressive tip, "Lets go, then."

With that, he gave her hand a squeeze, heading outside with her to hurry back to the UN building.

Still smiling, Christelle walked back out into the cold evening air, holding his hand. They walked quickly. She felt her heartbeat accelerate, and glanced at him.

"So... What do you want to do when we get there?" she asked him teasingly, just to see what he would say. She laughed gently, and gave his hand another squeeze. "Are you still nervous?"

"Well, I, uh, am not entirely sure, yet. I suppose it, ahem, depends on how your office is arranged," the blush came back to his cheeks, for which he was semi-grateful. However, he had to wonder if being confident wouldn't just ruin the date. After all, being nervous and panicked seemed to be a, strangely, attractive feature of is.

"Yes, I'm still nervous. But, I think I can get over it," He squeezed her hand in return, stopping to turn to her. The cold seemed far away at the moment, and he looked right into Christelle's eyes as he reached out to touch her cheek, "You're amazing. I'm glad I got up the nerve to ask you out to dinner."

Christelle blushed, and gazed into his eyes. The touch of his fingers on her cheek sent a slight chill through her, followed by a wonderful sensation of warmth. She smiled at him happily.

"I'm glad you did too," she said softly, her eyes fixed on his. "Very glad..." she added in a whisper, shivering slightly, and moved a little closer to him. She felt a sudden urge to kiss him, but hesitated...

Staring right back at her, he inched closer himself, aware of what the situation was leading towards. There was a part of him that was hesitant, and another that was trying to tell him to go ahead with it. Smiling, he leaned in, his lips quivering nervously before they ended up pressed to Christelle's. Sliding his arm around her carefully, he began to kiss, at first slow and shy, but gaining momentum.

He had to admit to himself that so far things had gone great today. Here he was, holding and kissing a beautiful Ariddian woman, and only now had it hit him that things were really going well. It had been years since he had been on a date, and now the whole thing felt foreign. It felt like it was his first time all over again.

Christelle felt the hesitation in Christopher's trembling lips, then he appeared to gain confidence, and kissed her harder, holding her in his arms. She gave in willingly to his embrace, closing her eyes and returning his kiss, her arms round him too.

He was perhaps a little inexperienced, or lacking practice, but he was putting feeling, passion into his kiss, and she responded in the same way. A warm wave of pleasure rushed through her, and when their lips finally parted she let out a sigh of happiness.

"You're a good kisser," she told him with a grin, gazing into his somewhat anxious eyes. She kissed him again, briefly this time, softly, then whispered into his ear: "Come on. Let's go indoors."

She led him back to the United Nations building, holding his hand the whole way, her heart beating faster with mixed contentment and anticipation. In the lift, she kissed him again, then took him to her office (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11117981&postcount=23). It was empty; her secretary was out. Good.

She turned to him and smiled mischievously.

"Ignore all the papers everywhere... Would you like anything to drink?"

Christopher was a little surprised by the reaction he recieved from Christelle; despite not having kissed a woman in several years, he was apparently talented enough to allow her some enjoyment in the act. Her kiss was strong, full of passion that surprised him enough that he almost lost his footing. When the kiss was broken, rather reluctantly on Christopher's part, he sighed in contentment, smiling back at her before she pulled him along.

The compliment on his kissing skills was recieved and returned in kind. Reaching the lift, he was glad that they had a new moment to begin anew, and if it hadn't been for Christelle's hurried pace, he would have been quite happy to stay there. Entering the office, Christopher pulled off his hoodie and tossed it onto the nearby desk.

Closing the door behind him, he moved closer and put his arms around her, kissing her cheek once before leaving little kisses in a trail up and down her neck, his speech muffled as he stated, "I could use a cup of tea, though whatever you have is fine, too."

Christelle let out a faint moan of pleasure at his little kisses, and giggled. It had been a while since she had felt like this. A thrill of excitement coursed through her. She slipped away from his arms gently, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said with a smile,

"I'll get some tea. Make yourself at home. My private part of the office is just there... through that door at the back, to your left. We'll have some privacy there," she told him, and grinned, then began getting the tea ready.

Christelle's moan alone was enough of a reward for him tonight. It was almost melodic to his ears, and he had to admit to himself that he felt a certain accomplishment in it. Letting go of her so that she could go make the tea, Christopher began examining the office slowly as he made his way towards her private office. His legs felt a little shaky, but then again, his entire body felt shaky, as though it wasn't entirely certain of what it was trying to do.

Not only did he feel like he wasn't in complete control of himself, but he had that 'butterflies in one's stomach' feeling, which didn't much help. Entering the Ariddian ambassador's private office, he moved to her desk. With a little more effort, he got to her seat, and immediately dropped into it, sighing contently and comfortably as he waited patiently in anticipation for Christelle.

Christelle joined him a few moments later, handing him a hot cup of tea, and sat down opposite him. It felt strange seeing him sitting at her desk... but at the same time it felt wonderful having him here. He looked a little more relaxed now, although perhaps he was just better at hiding his nervousness.

"Don't go reading any of those papers; some of them may be State secrets," she joked, indicating the paperwork stacked to one side of her desk. She sipped at her tea, enjoying its flavour and soothing warmth, and watched him. She felt she couldn't keep her eyes off him.

"Are you feeling comfortable?" she asked.

When she entered the room, his eyes stayed on her and never left. Taking the cup of tea, he smiled and nodded his head, "Oh, don't worry. I'm not too interested in reading right now."

Closing his eyes, he took a drink from the cup of tea. It was quite good, and a cup of tea always seemed to calm his nerves. More relaxed now, he sat up and set the cup aside. Looking back at her, he smiled, "Yes, I'm feeling much better, thank you."

"So, what do we do now?"

Christelle looked at him and smiled mischievously. After a brief moment, her heart beating quickly as she fixed her gaze on his handsome face, she said:

"Whatever you want... What would you like to do?"

Her voice was soft, gently invitating. She watched him carefully, wondering what he would say. She knew he would be nervous, but if he could just gain confidence, if he could find the courage to be bold... She waited, feeling nervous herself, for him to speak... or do something.

Suddenly, the near confident Islenskan became a stuttering mess. The very question was enough to cause him to panic. Reaching out for the cup of tea, he grabbed it and quickly took several sips, closing his eyes and doing his best to slow his breath, "Well, ahem, I, uh, would, erm, like to, ahem.."

He quieted, not really sure of a way to ask. Pushing himself from Christelle's usual seat, he made his way over to her. Helping her up, he put his arms around her again, looking at her with red cheeks and nervous eyes before leaning in to kiss her again. This time, however, he had gotten the hang of it, and the kiss showed it.

Holding onto her, his hands roamed up and down her back until one reached up, running through her hair and brushing across her cheek while the other rested firmly on the small of her back, hesitant about moving from it's new, advantageous, position. And after a moment, Christoper's kiss traveled from her lips, across her cheek, and then down to her neck again, "Something like this, I, ahem, think."

Christelle's heart was thumping hard as Christopher helped her up, took her in his arms and kissed her. This time his kiss was more confident, and she closed her eyes once more, returning the kiss passionately and enjoying every moment of it. She shivered as his hands moved through her hair, across her back, over the skin of her cheek... And, again, she moaned softly as he kissed her neck.

His touch was electric. She trembled slightly with excitement in his arms. He was giving her such pleasure, yet still he was stuttering. And it was still just as cute.

She laughed, gently, and slipped her arms round him tighter, her hands moving in a caress.

"Good..." she whispered into his ear. "Because that's what I'd like to do, too..." She kissed him again, harder, slipping her hands gently below his shirt to caress the skin of his back.

"Don't be shy..." she whispered, as she surrendered to him completely, kissing him again, feeling perfectly happy in his arms...

As the kissing continued on and off, growing more heated and passionate, Christopher was inclined to become more adventurous. That hand that rested on the lower portion of her back, once too afraid to travel any further, now made it's way lower to grab the soft flesh of her bum through it's clothing and give it a gentle squeeze.

Moving around, he pressed her, very gently of course, against the wall. There, he kissed those lips again and again and again before leaving kisses all over her face. Then his mouth traveled down her neck, kissing the exposed flesh just below it. From there, his hand began unbuttoning the front, revealing more and more skin, which he continued to cover in kisses.

That free hand, which had originally been running through her hair, caressed her cheek and then touched upon her face. The thumb rubbed up and down over her lips before pushing against them to seek entrance.

Christelle moaned with pleasure, shivering as her entire body responded to Christopher's touch. She kissed his thumb then allowed it into her mouth, sucking at it sensuously and nibbling at it with a little giggle. Her hands trembling slightly, she began to caress him with increasing passion, her hands exploring his body boldly, and to pull up his shirt...

(OOC: And for the sake of PG, we'd better leave the rest to the imagination. Or skip ahead to... later that evening, or the following day. We should also get them back into the Strangers' Bar at some point...)

OOC: Glad you mentioned that. Maybe we should just have them head back to the Strangers Bar then?

OOC: Fine by me. The following morning? Or maybe for lunch after getting up late? ;)

OOC: Lunch is fine with me. ;)

OOC: And... they're back in the Bar (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=310853&page=303)!

OOC: This follows on from the current thread of the Strangers' Bar in the UN forum.

IC:

Christopher sighed against her, holding her close as he shared the moment with her, kissing back with equal passion. It was one of those moments that felt at once exhilirating and relaxing. On the lift, where no one could see them, he could show her how he felt. In the Stranger's Bar, it would have been impossible to do that without causing a huge stir.

Following Christelle into her office, he glanced around and noticed it was empty. His heart was thumping inside his chest, and he had 'butterflies in his stomach' if he was using the phrase correctly.

Finding a seat and waiting, Christopher tapped his feet on the floor and his fingers on the arms of the chair. Though he was anxious, he was not impatient; he would have waited as long Christelle wanted him to wait, "I'll just have some, uh, wine, if you have any."


"I think I have. I'll go and check."

Christelle quickly moved to set the table on her desk, pushing the paperwork aside, laying the plates and cutlery and pouring out two glasses of wine. She walked up to Christopher and handed him his, looking him in the eyes and kissing him softly on the lips as she did so.

"Dinner is served," she told him with a smile. "If you'd like to unpack the take-aways," she added with a quick laugh. She raised her glass, her gaze meeting his once more. Her voice dropped to a gentle whisper. "Here's to us..."

Christopher sat patiently as he waited, watching Christelle begin setting out the plates and silverware. Taking his glass, he smiled to her and quickly kissed her back in return. Smiling, he took a sip of his wine, and then set it down so he could begin unpacking their food and setting it on the respective plates.

Raising his own glass, he grinned, "To us."

Taking another sip, he set it aside and set Christelle's down as well, slipping his arms around her and pressing her lips to his in a deep, passionate, kiss. He didn't stop right away, content to kiss a few moments longer before sitting back down, a blush staining his cheeks, "Thank you."

Christelle grinned, feeling perfectly happy, and caressed his cheek softly.
"Thank you for what, love?" she asked, gazing into his eyes once more.

As she did so, she could not help but think how lucky she was to have him. It had happened so quickly, and yet she found she cared for Christopher deeply. She thought about him all the time, and when they finally had time together, she felt she was the happiest woman in the world.

Seeing the feelings in his eyes, experiencing the passion in his kiss, only made it all the more perfect...

"Thank you for... everything," Christopher grinned, leaning forward and looking into Christelle's eyes, "Thank you for being so beautiful, so wonderful, so fantastic, and so perfect."

He couldn't accurately describe how he felt, but he knew that when he was around Christelle, he felt perfect. When they were alone, he knew true happiness and contentment. And she was so amazing, always on his mind when he could not be with her, and always filling him with joy when he saw her again.

"You are all that I could ever want or need. I love you, Ms. Zyryanov."

Christelle blushed deeply, and lowered her gaze. Christopher's words went straight to her heart, and for a moment she felt so moved, so overwhelmed, so happy, that she felt she was going to cry.

Tears of joy stung at her eyes, and she felt herself tremble slightly. She took a long moment to control herself before finally looking up at him again. Her eyes were moist, and her voice soft, quivering faintly with emotion.

"I love you too, Christopher," she told him. Despite the slight tremble, her voice was filled with certainty. "You're all I've ever wanted, ever dreamed of... and more. I love you, I love you with all my heart."

Finally she could not keep the tears back, and they trickled down her cheeks, gently. She brushed them away as best she could, and looked at him with a loving, slightly apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry. I just..." She stopped, and instead slipped her arms around him tightly, pressing herself against him, hugging him close. "Can you just hold me for a moment?" she whispered, softly.

Christopher could feel his heart beating faster as Christelle professed her love in return. It felt so wonderful to hear it, knowing that he was not alone in his feelings for her. He pulled her into his arms, kissing her tears and smiling, "There's no reason to be sorry."

Closing his eyes, he rested his head upon her shoulder and pulled her into his chair with him, holding her to him. A smile crept onto his face as he realized they were supposed to be eating, but he didn't really feel very hungry any more. He kissed Christelle's forehead, running the fingers of his left hand through her hair while his right hand ran up and down over her back in a comforting motion.

After holding her a moment longer, he cupped her cheek, looking down at her and smiling, "Would now be an appropriate time to kiss you, Ms. Zyryanov?"

Christelle relaxed in Christopher's arms, feeling warm, safe and content. And, above all, blissfully happy. His gentle, comforting caress both soothed and excited her.

He loves me... The thought echoed round and round her mind, intense and wonderful. It all felt... perfect.

She looked up into his eyes, into his handsome, caring face, as he cupped her cheek in his warm hand.

"Now would be a perfect time to kiss me..." she whispered, lovingly. She closed her eyes as she waited for the press of his lips, and she shivered slightly with happiness and pleasure as he kissed her. She kissed him back, passionately, pouring all her love for him into their kiss, and wishing it could go on for ever...

When it did end, she remained seated with him, one arm wrapped round him, as close to him as she could possibly be. She smiled.

"You're perfect..." she told him, and grinned. She caressed his cheek again softly, her fingers trailing playfully over his lips. "The food is getting cold," she added, still smiling.

His kiss was the strongest and most passionate one he could deliver. He poured all his loving feelings for her into it, and he was more than a little reluctant to stop. When it did end however, he kissed other places along her face and neck until she playfully touched upon his lips.

Grinning, he caught her hand and placed a little kiss on the point of each finger, "It is? Well, if you would like to eat, I would be more than happy to join you. However, I could think of more a few more enjoyable things we might do besides having dinner."

He kissed those lovely lips of Christelle's, then he kissed them again, and again. Brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face, he kissed her forehead and then looked upon her once more, smiling, "Well?"

Christelle giggled.
"My, my, you're excited." She giggled again. So was she. She kissed his lips, again, and again, while her hands began to move over his body, caressing and exploring, her passion and love for him guiding her. She wanted him to enjoy every moment of this, as much as she was.

Her lips moved away from his, as she began kissing his face and neck, softly but passionately.

"I... think we can forget... about dinner," she said, breathlessly, between kisses. She moved, straddling his legs instead of sitting sideways across his knees, and went on kissing him, caressing him with increasing passion, barely pausing for breath...

"Sorry, I just can't seem to help myself," running his hands across her, venturing across her body and caressing it. Christopher kissed her back, bothering only to breath when their lips separated from each other, and stopping once they pressed together again.

And when Christelle began to travel from his lips with her kisses, Christopher followed suit. He chuckled breathlessly; nibbling, kissing, and licking across that soft neck, as he did his best to speak between each heavy, haggard, breath, "I.. was about.. to say.. the same thing,"

Christelle gasped, a soft moan escaping her lips at his touch. She whispered his name, and gave into her instincts, her passion for him, her tongue playing sensuously with his lips before she covered his face with breathless kisses. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, caressing his bare skin, fumbling with his clothing...

He was all hers, and she was his completely...


OOC: Again, the rest is probably best left to the imagination. I'm going offline now, anyway; I'll be back tomorrow.

OOC: Understood. So, should this continue with waking up? Or do we hop over to the Stranger's Bar again?

OOC: Understood. So, should this continue with waking up? Or do we hop over to the Stranger's Bar again?

OOC: Either is fine by me. In fact one could follow on from the other.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Christopher began to wake up, his heavy lids lifting to let him see. Sitting up, he rubbed at those eyes, trying to get the fatigue out of them. Looking around, it took a moment to register to him where exactly he was, though it became apparent when he looked down to see Ms. Zyryanov laying next to him.

Leaning in, he slipped his arms around her and began to kiss up and down her cheek before pressing a little kiss to her ear, "Rise and shine."

He himself laid back down, not entirely ready to get up yet. Resting his hands on his stomach, he let out a content sigh, letting those heavy lids slide down to cover his sight. He was just resting his eyes, of course.

Christelle stirred, brought gently back into the waking world by the feel of soft kisses on her face, and a familiar, beloved voice whispering in her ear. Her lips parted to let out a sleepy sigh, and she opened her eyes slowly, then stretched.

She looked to her side, and found Christopher lying beside her, resting, his eyes shut, a look of contentment on his face. For a long moment she lay still, just watching him, feeling perfectly happy lying beside him. She never tired of looking at him, marvelling in the knowledge that he loved her.

Finally, she sat up, pushing her sleep-tangled hair from over her face, and leaned in to kiss his lips softly. She waited until he opened his eyes.

"Good morning, handsome," she whispered, smiling.

He had begun to drift off, that sleepiness pulling him down until he felt a soft pair of lips press against his own. His eyes opened quickly, and he smiled back at her, reaching up to touch her cheek and lightly pull her back down for another kiss, "Good morning, beautiful."

Sitting up again, stretching and releasing a silent yawn, Christopher looked to Christelle, "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling rather hungry. I think I'll head down to the Stranger's Bar and grab some breakfast."

Standing up, Christopher went about picking up his clothing strayed across the office, grinning as he remembered the night before. It didn't take long for him to get dressed and look to Christelle, "Well, would you like to come along with me, Ms. Zyryanov?"

Christelle remained in bed as she watched him get dressed, and pressed her head back against the pillow, enjoying a few moments longer to rest and laze about.

"I don't know how you can be so energetic after last night," she told him teasingly, then yawned, stretched, and got out of bed in turn. She walked up to Christopher, smiling slightly as she felt his eyes on her, and slipped her arms round him, kissing him briefly before releasing him.

"I'm going to nip across the corridor for a shower first, if you don't mind," she told him. She looked around the room, a faintly puzzled expression on her face. "Chris, love... can you see if there's a brush lying around somewhere?" she asked him as she gathered up her clothes. "I can't go out with my hair looking such a mess."

"I have to admit, I'm a little surprised myself. I thought after last night I'd be sleeping for days," He let his arms slide around Christelle's bare body, kissing her back rather deeply before letting go of her and grinning, "A shower? I wish you had told me before I got dressed, otherwise I would have joined you."

Helping her search the room, he checked underneath the desk where quite a lot of the Ariddian Ambassador's things had been knocked over. After a bit of digging, he pulled out Christelle's brush and did his best to clean it off, "Sorry, it must have fallen off the desk last night after, well, heh."

After handing the brush over to her, he sat back down where they had been previously cuddling. Crossing his arms, he waited patiently, "I'll be out here when you're done, love."

"Thanks." Christelle gave him her most lovely smile, followed by a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll be as quick as I can," she promised.

A few moments later, under the shower, she let the streaming water wake her properly, rubbing any last traces of sleepiness out of her eyes. She got dressed, brushed her hair and took a few moments to make herself tidy and presentable, and joined Christopher once more.

"Thank you for waiting; you're a darling," she told him, kissing his cheek, and slipping her hand into his. His mere touch, as always, made her feel happy and a little excited. She smiled at him lovingly. "And I'm hungry too, so... let's get some breakfast."

More than once Christopher pondered joining Christelle in the shower, but he finally decided against it. After all, if he did then chances were high that they would never get out of the office. So, he killed time by pulling a little hand held game player out of his pocket and played something.

When the beautiful Ariddian came back, he pocketed the little device and stood up. He took hold of her hand when it find his, squeezing it gently and nuzzling against her for a moment, "You're more than welcome, I couldn't think of leaving without you. So, yeah, let's go get something to eat."

Giving Christelle's soft hand another squeeze, he walked with her from her office and began heading towards the Stranger's Bar.

OOC: I've replied in the Strangers' Bar thread, since they've now moved there.

Christopher smiled to Christelle, leaving the Strangers' Bar and heading to the elevator, "No clues. It makes it that much more intriguing, don't you think?"

He hit the button and waited for the elevator to arrive. During that period, he contented himself with providing a few loving kisses to Christelle's cheeks and lips. And when the door to the elevator opened, his reluctance to stop and get on was obvious, but he did so. After all, if they didn't leave, he couldn't surprise her, could he?

Once on the elevator, Christopher pulled a blindfold from his pocket and held it out to the beautiful woman beside him, smiling the whole time, "Put this on please."

Christelle looked at him, surprised, then laughed.

"Seriously?" She gazed into his eyes, watching the expression on his handsome face, then smiled. "All right," she agreed playfully. "You'll have to hold me close, though. I don't want to bump into walls when we get off."

She took the blindfold, and placed it over her eyes, tying the knot securely. It was completely opaque. Unable to see a thing, she reached out with her hands for Christopher.

"Chris, darling?" She smiled. "There you are. Can you tell me at least if we're going up or down?"

OOC: Sorry, was terribly busy these past few days, but I should be on regularly now.

IC:

Christopher smiled and, giving just an inch, said, "We're going down, dear."

When the elevator stopped and the door opened, Christopher was sure to help Christelle off. He walked with her, absolutely careful that he didn't let her trip or hurt herself while blindfolded. And though she couldn't see, it was likely that Christelle knew she was outside when the temperature changed from the normally air conditioned level in the UN building.

The walk was fairly silent, with Christopher doing his best to hide his anticipation. When they stopped, Christopher moved around, untied the blindfold from Christelle, pulled it away, and revealed to her that they were standing outside a familiar chinese restaurant, "Remember this place? This is where we had our first date."

"Oh..." Christelle's eyes lit up at the sight of the restaurant, and she smiled. "Yes, of course I remember it... How could I ever forget?" Her eyes lingered on the outside of the building, then she turned and placed her hand gently on his cheek, kissing him softly. "So many memories..." she whispered. "Thank you, my love. It's a wonderful idea."