"Oh, okay." She nodded. She was beginning to understand the show.

(Weather: snows
Me: eats peppermint ice cream for breakfast and puts on Christmas music)

"Does it make more sense?" He asked.
(Is Nyx gonna have a stand? Not to be pushy…)

(Also)

NICE

(Probably! I want to learn more about stands and what they do and then I'll decide! :)
(And yes, tis nice, I'm putting up the Christmas decorations today)
"Yeah, a little."

"Better than not understanding at all!" He smiled, then resumed

"Vozzie, I love your smile," she murmured, nuzzling against his arm.

"And I love yours." He whispered in her ear

She laughed and turned pink, holding his hand.

He smiled some more
this woman is going to be my wife he thought

Nyx wrapped an arm around his back.
You're going to be my husband…

and I wouldn't want it any other way.
He held her carefully

"Vozzie?" she murmured.

"Yes, Nyxie?"

"I'm so excited to get married…"

"Me too…" He said, smiling

"We should probably plan the wedding…"

"Yeah… You wanna do it now?"

"Yeah, but first…" She grabbed his tie and kissed him.

He kissed back

She was still in her silk pajamas, and her feverish body was warm - almost too warm - against his.

"Wait… I know what you have…" He said

"And what's that?" There was a sly smile on her lips.

"Demonitis. The cure? Is to kiss the nearest demon."

"Well, I'd better cure myself then." She kissed him.

"Sure~" he kissed back with passion

She wrapped her arms around his neck and wound her fingers in his hair.

He made her breathless with his kisses

So breathless, in fact, that she started coughing.

"Are you okay?" He asked, pulling away

She coughed, collapsing onto his chest. "I'm fine… I keep forgetting I'm sick…"