"No, but still beautiful," she said. "Like you."

The last glint of day died away; Dusk shrugged her cloak out over us.

"What shall we make for supper?"

I smiled. "Something light and easy. I don't mind."

"Alright then. I'll cook, you clean. Come on."

She rose to her feet, and pulled me up after her.

She wrapped her arm around me, hand on my hip where she always loved to have it, marking me as hers before all of Heaven and Earth.

"Come on, lover," she breathed.

"So make me, then," I answered her, grinning.

"I know how to tempt you. Dinner, then dessert : some lovely, rich, succulent...