☆ the silent treatment☆

"So, we've been together for a week now, is there anything in particular you want to do to celebrate?"

"..."

"Hehe, there's no need to be so shy love." Kira reaches out and intertwines his fingers in yours. You don't object.

"How's about, when it gets dark out, we have our own little private picnic on the beach?" Again you say nothing. It's not like you have a choice.

"Then it's settled. I get everything set up for us, you just stay here for now ok love? I'll be right back."

With that he leaves you there, sitting at the dinning room table.

Three hours go by, and the jingling of keys can be heard at the door.

"Ah, there you are." He smiles sweetly. "Look at how good you are! Waiting so patiently for me to come back."

He takes your hand, and begins to walk you out.

"Ah, it's a bit chilly out tonight." He sighed. "Here, I'll let you use my pockets." He guides your hand along the edge of his Jacket, gently slipping your cold fingers into the warm comfort of his waist coat.

Again, you don't object.

He silently walks along the beach, enjoying your company, until finally he arrives at a large quilt, gently layed across the moonlit sand.

"Here we are." He says smiling brightly. He slips your hand out of the confines of his suit. He leads you down tho the quilt to sit beside him, and then lights a candle.

Opening the bottle of wine that he had previously laid out for the two of you, he begins to pour a glass.

"Isn't this romantic?" He asked, as he stared lovingly at your form.

"..."

"Its alright dear, you don't have to say anything, I know you agree."

"..."

"Speaking of agreements, I know you're itching to take this relationship to the next level." He kisses your knuckles, and slowly guides your hand down to his trousers. Your fingertips gliding across the fabric.

"..."

He pauses for a moment, chuckling to himself.

"Although, it will be hard with the rigor mortis."