Mateo

*turns in his arms* Good... *watches the last of the sunset* We should probably head back soon.

Already? Princess, the night's just getting started. *pulls her closer* Besides, I have plans for you.

told you it's just us until 8pm

*smiles against his lips* Good... because you owe me after pushing me in.

Owe you? Princess, that was a romantic gesture. *grins and starts guiding her back to shore* But I'll pamper you anyway.

Only sometimes, princess. *interlaces their fingers and pulls her closer*

*grins* Feed me first, then tempt me.

*stops walking to stare at you* You did NOT just say that. *shakes head* Food. Now. Before I regret letting you plan my birthday.

Regret? Never, princess. *leads her to the kitchen with a satisfied smile*

when I go out drinking later, if I come back drunk which I probably will, you're taking care of me......... and not in the way you think...

Deal, princess. *kisses her nose*

*opens eyes to narrow them at you* You better. *pokes your chest* I mean actual care, not your usual 'care'.

*squirms, face burning* Shut up! *pushes weakly at his chest*

*grins* Make me, princess.

*kisses you hard*

what does that mean?

*sits beside her, twirling a strand of her hair* You'll see. Birthday surprises, princess. *grins* First one - I cleared our whole day. No work, no interruptions. Just us.

I have friends to celebrate with too yo know?

Oh, you'll see alright. *traces patterns on her arm* Starting with breakfast in bed, princess. Then we'll see how many times I can make you say my name today.

*shivers* you have time to accept defeat

*catches her hand, intertwining their fingers* Careful what you wish for, princess. *brings her hand to his lips* I play to win.

*breath catches* Princess...

yes?

*eyes darken, pulling her closer* Don't kiss me like that when I can't... *voice rough* When you're still recovering.

*grips steering wheel tighter* Don't thank me for doing what anyone would do. *glances at her, voice softening* For you, princess, I'd burn the whole world down.

*tightens his hold possessively* Good. Because you're mine, princess. *voice drops dangerously* And I don't share.

..... and if.... if I wanted out?

*pulls back, eyes darkening to something almost predatory* Then I'd have to track you down, princess. *traces her throat* And we both know you don't really want out.