"You look pretty, Mommy." Noah smiled from the kitchen as CJ stepped from the basement; it was the day after they'd gotten Paige back, and vanquished the Goo Demon - it was time for she and Chris' date.

"Thank you, Pumpkin." She replied, her red stained lips turning upwards into a smile; her lipstick matched her dress, and her smoky eyeshadow made her icy irises glow. A crimson long-sleeve mini dress hugged her body perfectly, and her black pumps clicked against the floor with every step she took. Her inky hair was curled, cascading over her shoulders, and ending at the base of her shoulder blades.

Her voice reached Chris' ears, and his nerves had heightened as he waited patiently in the foyer. The clicking of her heels echoed through the house, and she soon entered his vision; he froze at the sight of her. 

His jade green eyes could not tear themselves away from her; they slowly observed every inch of her appearance, his heartbeat quickening the closer she got. He felt so underdressed: a black turtleneck, matching black slacks, black Converse (they were CJ's favorite shoes that he owned), and the entire outfit was complimented by his leather jacket.

Yeah, he was still dressed nicely, but he felt like a homeless person being compared to a goddess. 

Phoebe had entered from the living room, eyes wide as a fox whistle escaped her lips. "Holy crap, CJ." She chuckled, hoisting Noah onto her side as he released a yawn, "You look incredible."

"Thanks, Phebes." CJ smiled, placing a friendly kiss on her friend's cheek.

The brunette jokingly wiggled her eyebrows, causing Chris to snap from his daze and finally speak. "Hey, my date." He smiled, pointing accusingly at the women as he approached them; his arm snaked it's way around CJ's waist, and the aroma of her cinnamon roll scented perfume blessed his nostrils. 

"But, yes," he started, looking down at the ravenette with so much adoration that it almost looked made up, "you look ethereal."

"Thank you, Chris." CJ smiled, "You look amazing, as well."

Noah yawned once more, earning the attention of the three. Phoebe smiled, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder, before looking to the couple, "I'm gonna put him to bed, you two have fun - but not too much fun. I'll stab someone."

Chris rolled his eyes, "Like I'd have sex on a first date."

"I would," CJ shrugged, causing Phoebe to snort as the woman kissed her son on the forehead; Phoebe hugged her, and walked off to put the little boy to bed, having agreed to watch him until they got home.

The man smiled, intertwining their fingers as they approached the door; he'd convinced CJ to give him her spare key, because he'd planned a magic-free night. 

...

"Chris, you really didn't have to take me somewhere this nice." She smiled, taking a sip of her water as she stared admiringly at the brunette across from her; his face was illuminated by candlelight, and his jade green eyes were practically glowing as he stared back at her with that charming smile that she'd grown to adore.

The man shrugged, "You deserve somewhere nice."

"I would have literally been fine with McDonald's."

"I literally would not have." He chuckled, "You're worth more than a few chicken nuggets." 

...

The pair walked through a park, stars twinkling above them as their fingers continued to graze one another; they'd went to an Italian restaurant, and they talked as if they'd known each other their entire lives. They discussed her MMA stuff, their lives before evil, their favorite colors - everything that they could talk about, they did.

The stars twinkled above them, contrasting the darkness that surrounded them; CJ was staring at the stars as she walked, Chis' leather jacket enveloping her body, while the mans eyes were locked onto her. She smiled, "You're staring, Christopher."

"And you're beautiful, Carina." He shot back, smiling as she turned to face him. "Like. . . fuck."

The woman chuckled as Chris' hands found their place on her waist; she instinctively folded her hands behind his neck, staring up at him. Confliction twinkled in his eyes - he was debating something, and she could tell exactly what it was. 

CJ slowly leant forward, and Chris followed her actions, his mind immediately being made up at the confirmation that she was thinking the same thing; their eyes fluttered close, and it felt like an eternity before their lips actually connected.

They fit perfectly together, like the final puzzle piece out of the thousand that came before it; they pulled each other closer, lips beginning to move with passion as the stars continued to twinkle from above them. 

A flood of emotion coursed through Chris' veins, and it felt as if he'd just been electrocuted. He wondered if Coop was behind this one, but the thought slipped his mind just as quickly as it'd arrived as he continued to get lost in the essence of Carina Cromwell.

...

They laid in the bed, having changed from their date clothes; the brunette was wearing red and black plaid pajama pants, and a plain black t-shirt, while CJ was clad in shorts and a hoodie.

The room was illuminated by the small lamp that resided on her nightstand, and rock softly hummed from the speakers of her stereo; her head was rested on Chris' chest, listening to his heartbeat as she magically made flames dance above them. She made so many different silhouettes, making stories gracefully unfold right above their faces; the brunette's smile hadn't etched it's way from his lips all night, and he was convinced that he would never stop smiling at the presence of the woman in his arms.

When the flames died, and soft snores reached his ears, his smile only widened. CJ's head remained on his chest, his left arm wrapped around her waist as she listened to his heartbeat; he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead, watching a she subconsciously smiled. He chuckled softly to himself, before telekinetically turning off the lamp, and going to bed, himself.

"Goodnight, Love." He muttered, before drifting off into the best slumber he'd ever experience.