DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB.

A short story that I'm sort of trying out...I hope it works and I hope everyone likes it!

The first chapter is just a rough draft of a story in progress. And I'll think about writing the second if anyone wants me to do so :)

Note: No magic in this fic too!

MAJOR THANKS:

Thank you to my best, best, best, best friend ELLEN for helping me write a certain scene in this story without squirming! I swear, I'll never be able to write such scenes without having second hand embarrassment. xD

Because I'm such a prude, I nearly died trying to write that scene. So please, no flames regarding THAT area. Thank you! Love you, El!

Thank you!

~ 8:00 PM ~

"Stella!" an angry brunette yelled while incessant giggles could be heard echoing from every corner throughout the mansion.

Steam blew from Brandon Shields's ears as he stood in the master bedroom the house in a towel cladden form. He angrily growled as he marched to his closet to get dressed and then teach his very much immature wife a valuable lesson to never play such ludicrously childish pranks on him again.

Stella Shields peeped from the door opening of the room and laughed to herself while watching him getting dressed. She blushed heavily when she saw her husband stretching his arms slightly. The muscles underneath his dress shirt rippled as he flexed and closed the closet door behind him.

"Spoilt brat," he cursed under his breath, making her laugh. Her laugh caught his attention as he instantly snapped his head up. Stella gasped when she saw him sprinting towards her. She squealed as she raced down the hallway in her pajamas and started to descend down the stairs.

Brandon chuckled and smirked as he stopped for a split second. With one fell swoop, he placed an arm on the railing and jumped over it. Stella screamed in startlement when Brandon landed right in front of her, scaring the bejeezus out of her.

She looked up at the railing with wide eyes and then back at him. Damn his slick reflexes! she cursed. He smirked at her speechlessness. "It's not everyday I see you speechless," he said in amusement.

Stella giggled nervously as she slowly started to back away by climbing each step backwards. "...It was a mistake," she smiled to appease him. He did say that her smile is her best feature...so why not use it to her advantage?

Nice try, he smirked at her beautiful smile while climbing up tauntingly.

"C'mon, it's no big deal!" she whined while trying to push him away, stopping at the last step.

He scoffed. "Not a big deal?! I smell like a girl, you idiot!"

Stella burst out in fits of hysterical laughter. His eyes narrowed at her audacity to laugh.

"You're such a crybaby," she said in amusement.

His eyes immediately widened, his huge and titanic ego obviously wounded. "What'd you say?" he snapped.

"All I did was mix some of my shampoo in yours," she said airily. But she knew it was such a huge deal for him. His masculinity was obviously something he took pride in. He knew that he looked good from every angle and he knows how to use that deceptively cruel trait against her.

"Exactly!" he said childishly. "Do you have any idea how long it will take to get this scent off me?" he shuddered dramatically while sniffing his hands in disgust.

"I think you smell nice," she said dreamily while leaning all of her weight on him. He grunted lowly while balancing himself along with her weight on the spiral staircase.

He chuckled before picking her up bridal style and climbing up the stairs.

"Guess what?" she poked him in the chest, causing him to look at her in interest.

"I'm hungry," she said sheepishly.

He chuckled. "When aren't you?" he said teasingly.

"You're not gonna leave tonight, are you?" she asked, hugging him closer.

He carried her back to their bedroom before throwing her on the bed, making her squeal. Stella blushed when he climbed on top of her, lifting himself up just slightly as to not crush her. "No," he smirked while moving to kiss her.

Stella moaned in bliss when his arms enveloped her as he kissed her feverishly, over and over again. Her eyes opened wide when his hands vigorously worked to remove the flimsy silk nightgown off of her. "Brandon, wait!" she mumbled incoherently. He paid no heed as his lips traced hotly through her collarbone.

"We're gonna be late," she half-whispered and half-moaned, clearly not wanting him to stop whatever he's doing. He lifted his head up and momentarily stopped trying to undress her. Stella blushed at the arduous desire and passion present in his coal brown eyes just for her.

"We can be a little late for our own date, can't we?" he smirked while letting his gaze wander all over her. His eyes visibly darkened at the light reflecting off her porcelain skin. He felt as if it's been so, so long since he touched, kissed, and felt her when it was only last night. His hands travelled to her inner thighs, stroking the skin there gently with his thumb. He smirked when Stella shuddered against him and arched her body against his with want.

"I..." she started off but her breaths came in shuddering gasps.

"Give in, sunshine," he coaxed her gently while burying his lips somewhere in the midst of her collarbone.

Oh, screw it! Stella sighed to herself in frustration. She could feel how much she wanted him and they can be a little late to their date. He smirked when she fumbled open the buttons of his shirt, revealing his hidden muscular torso. He grabbed her waist and kissed her deeply. Grabbing her nightgown, he pulled it over her with a firm tug before chucking it across the room where other clothes joined it not long after.

His touch over her naked skin set her body ablaze. She clutched the sheets tighter and moaned as his lips travelled south before adjusting her body towards him in a more comfortable way. She arched her body all the way while her nails digged and clawed themselves into his broad shoulders. He positioned himself over her, both of them desperately needing to feel the release.

"I love you, Brandon..." she whispered. He stopped just for a moment before bringing his lips near her ear, uttering the words that only she would hear. "I love you too, Stell..." he whispered before moving inside of her, drinking in her deep moans and ragged breaths of pleasure.

~ 7:50 AM ~

A sleepy sigh left the blonde's lips as the sun cruelly poked through the red velvety curtains and through her closed eyelids. Her eyes felt so heavy and tired but it made her blush like an arrant fool when she realized why and who was responsible for it. She opened her eyes and blinked sleepily.

"Good morning, sunshine," she heard a gentle voice greeting her.

"Morning..." she said softly before turning to him. She was surprised to see him showered and dressed in a comfortable pair of track pants and a sports tee. But then again...not really. Brandon was an early riser by default and to see him dressed to the nines early in the mornings wasn't really a huge thing.

"Our date..." she gasped in shock, suddenly remembering that they had made a reservation to a fancy restaurant long back. He chuckled. "We would've gone if you didn't pass out," he teased.

Her eyes widened. "...oh." Blushing, she mumbled an apology in a small voice.

"Don't worry. I'd rather we be doing that instead of eating at a classy restaurant," he teased again, making her blush once more.

Stella raised herself while wrapping the sheets around herself. She couldn't help but be disappointed. She had looked forward to this for a while now. They both led busy work lives. While she was a fashion designer executive, he was a top-notch police officer.

Occasionally, she was forced to attend fashion shows in other states for 'inspiration'. He usually disappeared more often than her, indulging himself into string operations and missions. A sad sigh escaped her lips as she escaped to the bathroom. Watching her walk dejectedly, he thought for a moment before heading out of the room.

As she did her daily routine and showered, she pondered upon her married life. She's twenty-three years old while Brandon was twenty-six. He was around two and half years older than her. She met Brandon when she was nineteen in college. He was a freshly recruited cop back then.

A smile formed on her lips as she remembered their first encounter. It was during a frat party that she attended with her girl friends. The party had gone way out of hand when the ever-so youthful bachelors started drinking flaming shots, accidentally lighting a few curtains on fire and setting off the smoke alarms.

Brandon was one of the cops back then to escort everyone to safety while the fire engines put out the fire. He escorted her out safely.

"Are you alright?" a concerned voice asked while Stella coughed. Her yellow sundress had a few traces of ash.

"Yes," she nodded while looking up at the handsome brunette. He tossed her a relieved smile before warning her to stay here. He turned around to help someone else in need when a hand coiled itself on his wrist.

"Thank you," she whispered softly when he turned around. He nodded with a small smile and went on his way. The fire was put out quickly and thankfully, no one was seriously hurt. Even though it was nowhere near a disaster, Stella wanted to talk to him somehow.

She never imagined that the cocky, fun-loving man that she met during that point would later become her husband. And she never looked back since then.

They married shortly after dating for two years. Both of them were pretty young and some of her friends even thought that the only reason they're getting married is because a baby is probably on the way. But, casting them all aside, she knew that in her heart of hearts that Brandon is the only man she wants to spend the rest of her life with. He's the only man that she'll willingly give herself to.

"Ahhh...I could get used to this," she murmured in pure bliss when the hot water soothed her sore muscles, a result of previous night's activities. She turned red in the face as she thought about last night. No matter how many times they indulged themselves into each other, it'll never be enough. She can never have enough of him. And...the way he always looked at her so ravenously...it made her heart soar in so many ways. That look was meant for her and only for her.

He'll never look at any other female in such a way. Oh no. It was reserved only for her. He made her feel wanted and desired. He made her feel exceptionally beautiful.

Smiling giddily, she stepped out of the shower. Her body felt so sore and ached in some of her most sensitive areas, but she happily smiled nonetheless. Honestly...can any girl be happier than she was right now?

Thirty minutes later...

Stella stepped into the living room and eagerly looked around for Brandon. She let out a small gasp when strong arms wounded around her from behind.

"Hey," he smiled against her cheek.

"Hi," she blushed. She frowned a few seconds later when she remembered that they missed out on their own date. "I wish we went yesterday," she sadly mumbled. He smiled at how innocently endearing she could be at times.

"Stell...why does it matter? So we missed out. It's no big deal, you know," he said.

"I was looking forward to it for days! I even picked out a new dress!" she huffed.

He rolled his eyes. "Why bother wearing a new dress when you know it's gonna come off in the next hour?"

Her eyes widened, she turned a bright red. Turning around, she hit his shoulder. "Is that ALL you ever think about?" she scolded.

He chuckled. "Yeah, pretty much," he agreed shamelessly.

She blushed again. "Jerk," she muttered.

"There's nothing wrong with showing my wife how much I love her," he winked charmingly. He tightened his grip on her waist and leaned in to kiss her, quite ready to resume what she had interrupted last night by shamelessly passing out.

"No, stop!" she whined while squirming in his arms.

"Give me one reason why I should," he growled while proceeding to undress her again.

"Because I ache!" she protested.

"Like I give a damn," he mumbled loud enough for her to hear.

"Ugh, you're soooooo not the nice guy I met!" she huffed as his fingers started to venture off somewhere on her body.

He laughed. "Gotta keep up the charade for you to trust me fully without ANY restrictions," he joked while pulling her closer.

"YOU JERK!" she hollered at his downright shamelessness around her.

He laughed against her cheek, making her smile as well. His laughter is literally the best melody she has ever heard in her life. She could listen to it already. His voice, his touch, his cockiness, his hair, his eyes...

She loved everything about him! She didn't know what country she saved in her past life for her to get such a wonderful man like him as her husband. He gave her the guarantee that he'll never break her heart. She had no doubts about their marriage nor did she fear the young age they got married. It wasn't some puppy crush or wild fanatic infatuation. It was pure love. Pure, undying, deep love.

He walked back until he fell backwards onto the couch with Stella on top of him.

"Seriously though. I ache," she moaned while resting on him in content.

"Only during round three?! Darling, we need to work on that little to none stamina of yours," he huffed while continuing to grope her.

She scoffed. "Round three?! Each round of yours is an equivalent of two on a human scale."

He chuckled again and stroked her cheek affectionately. Her honey-colored eyes sparkled with mischief. However, she lay like a dead meat on top of him. She yawned repeatedly while he continued to gaze at her with the same fondness he had when he first met her.

The same spark he felt towards her in the beginning only continued to shine brightly with each passing day.

"You're really that tired?" he asked, noting her little yawns.

She looked up at him and observed how he stopped molesting her now. "I feel a lot tired these days," she said sadly while placing her head back on his chest. She traced random circles on his shirt with her finger.

He smiled at her distressed state. "Is that your way of telling me to stay?"

"Will it work?" she asked softly. "I hate it when you leave randomly. I just...I'm constantly scared of the life you're living in."

"You don't have to be, Stell," he murmured gently.

"You keep that saying that but-"

"No, beautiful. I'm dead serious. Do you really I'll get married if my work poses a threat to my wife?"

Stella fell speechless. "I wasn't talking about myself. I was talking about you-"

"You don't have to be worried about me," he cut her off immediately. "Stell...I've never left the States. Uh actually, scratch that out. I'm lying. I'm not at liberty to discuss about that," he said sheepishly, earning a pointed look from her.

"The point is, I'm not doing anything that'll endanger me, you, or our relationship," he assured her firmly.

"...Promise?" she asked with hopeful eyes.

"Promise," he smiled.

"Why can't you just get a normal police job?!" she glared at nothing in particular.

"You don't die if you're trained well. I'd say that's pretty normal," he beamed, earning yet another glare from her.

"You keep that up and I'll break your legs to prevent from going again," she snapped.

He chuckled. "I'd rather you tie me up using tape," he winked. "Or...we can do vice versa?" he smirked while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her.

She burned a bright shade of red at his kinky implications. "You one-track minded pervert!" she hollered while miserably trying to get rid of the horrendously growing blush. Honestly, she didn't even know she can blush until she met him.

"Fine, fine. No tape," he suddenly said. She raised an eyebrow and was about to open her mouth at his uncharacteristic withdrawal when he proved her wrong. AGAIN.

"How about handcuffs instead?" he winked. "I think I got plenty of those lying around," he smirked while looking around.

She blushed an ardent red. She uttered a stream of "Oh my god"s while covering her face. "I'm pretty sure that the law enforcement won't be thrilled if you use their property for...uh...um..." she knacked her mind for the right word.

"For sex?" he finished with a wink.

She blushed again. "Yes, you jerk," she mumbled shyly.

He laughed at her flustered state. "You do realize that I've already seen and kissed every inch of you, right? There's absolutely no need to be shy," he smirked while tracing her cheek with the back of his knuckle.

She covered her face, blushing at his shameless descriptions. He started to laugh at her state. This man drove her to absolute madness, but she couldn't deny how happy he made her. A moment with him was enough to rejuvenate her spirits on a bad day. He always laughed whenever she got angry, consoled when she cried, and stayed beside her in sickness. How can she ask for a better husband? He had this playful flirty nature that she never thought was possible for a deadly police officer.

An officer was just his front. But, she knew in her heart that what he did was dangerous if he let his guard down for even a split second.

And it's not that he disappeared on her too many times. It's just that...moments with him was what she looked forward to every single day.

"So...I was wondering," he rubbed his chin. "Date night? Tonight?" he smiled.

"Is it gonna end like last night again?" she huffed, totally blaming him for seducing the hell out of her. And it worked. As if she could ever resist him.

"I certainly won't mind," he smirked.

She blushed at his darkening eyes. She felt a pair of soft lips kiss her forehead.

"I need you to eat," he whispered against her skin.

"You softie-!"

"...you know...so you can be in tip top shape for tonight," he finished with a smirk.

Stella slapped her forehead at his line of one track direction. "Oh for Pete's sake!"

He huffed. "Just saying but I'm not gonna care if you fall asleep in between. I'll just continue until I'm finished with you," he smirked.

She tapped his nose with her index finger. "That, my dear husband, just sounded downright creepy."

He laughed. His eyes suddenly darkened. Stella gasped when he seized her waist tighter such that their noses brushed against each other. "Well, my dearest wife, it's your fault for being so damn tempting," he whispered with an affectionate smile.

Stella's cheeks grew warm. She leaned closer and kissed him softly. She rested against him again and smiled harder when he wrapped his arms around her. She cooed in pleasure when he stroked her hair, massaging her roots gently.

"Like that?" he chuckled.

"Uh huh," she said while blissfully laying against him.

"I got a little present for you," he suddenly said.

Her eyes widened. "PRESENT?!" She perked up immediately and beamed up at him.

He chuckled at how cute she was at the moment. Her eyes, full of a never-ending curiosity, shone brilliantly as she looked around. He placed a tender palm on her cheek and turned her towards him. "We can go to that restaurant you wanted to go so badly," he said. He arched his body up slightly before his hand took out the phone from his back pocket.

He handed her the device. Stella took it and gasped when she saw the first message.

"Reservation successfully booked for Mr. and Mrs. Shields at Solarian Star from 8 PM to 10 PM."

She blinked twice before looking up at him. "Did you make the reservation again?!"

He mutely nodded.

"Why would you do that?! We made the first reservation weeks ago. So it must've cost a lot to-"

He placed a finger to her lips to shush her. "We're still quite young, you know," he chuckled.

"Brandon, I wasn't that desperate!" she pouted.

"I know," he agreed. "But, you still were upset for a while."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he shut her again. "I know you've been looking forward to this and we sort of got carried away," he teased, making her blush. "But, I'll try to keep my hands off you tonight."

"Thank you!" she suddenly squealed out of happiness.

He raised an eyebrow. "Was that a thank you for the booking or for promising to keep my hands to myself?" he growled.

She giggled and punched his shoulder. "For the booking, you jerk."

"For the record, I was only talking about the hands-off policy till we go to the restaurant," he stated almost childishly, making her laugh again. He clearly wasn't pleased about her performance last night. Her blooming laughter echoed against his chest and he had to smile at her state of euphoria. This was what he lived for. This was the reason he woke up every day.

SHE was the reason he woke up every day with a smile. Since the day she became his wife, their marriage had been nothing short of pure wedded bliss. Their relationship was the one thing he treasured the most in his life. It was so incredibly special and each passing moment entrenched itself into his memory cortex, locked and never forgotten.

Many, many hours later...

~ 7:30 PM ~

"So much for the hands-off policy," Stella muttered while struggling to brush her hair with full senses. Brandon laughed against her ear. His arms simply rested around her from behind.

"I have half a mind to cancel the damned thing, you know," he teased while resting his chin on her shoulder.

He looked in the mirror and watched her pout. "I'll never understand the relationship between girls and classy restaurants," he shook his head. "Women."

She glared and elbowed him. He grunted and threw a glare at her.

"I distinctly remember a classy restaurant for our first date, ya know?" she fired at him, thoroughly offended at his sexist statement earlier.

"I was being charming, milady," he said in a faux British accent.

She laughed and elbowed him again. "Do I look okay?"

He turned his eyes to the mirror and started giving her a onceover. Stella slapped her forehead when she saw him eyeing every inch of her like a meat. "Would you give it a rest already?!" she said out of exasperation.

"Nope," he childishly replied while continuing his obvious ogling.

He laughed when he noted her glare. "What? Would you rather me doing this to some other girl?"

She gasped. He looked amused when she instantly turned around in his arms. "Don't you dare!" she hollered in horror.

He chuckled. "Exactly. You obviously love it when I do that, so stop complaining," he whispered while placing a gentle kiss on her cheek.

She started to blush. On the inside, she did love it that he saw her with so much desire and want. She loved that he lusted after her but then again, he wasn't a total freaky pervert. She knew that he loved her and that he'd never disrespect her in any way. It's as he once said: "I like to show my love for you...through handy actions." She blushed at the vivid memory.

She looked at herself one final time in the mirror. She wore an ivory white lace dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She wore matching white accessories and white heels. Her makeup was subtle and natural with a thin white eyeshadow along with peach pink lips. Her hair was straightened and lightly curled at the bottom for an elegant look.

She looped her arm through Brandon's. He was even more handsome (how is that even possible?!) than usual with his dark navy tucked in dress shirt along with black dress pants. He wore a black jacket over it. Stella leaned against his arm and resisted the urge to swoon at his killer looks. His broad shoulders curved into a V-shaped physique as he confidently stood at a height of nearly 6'2''. Damn. It was enough to give her the vapors.

"Ready?" he asked while pulling her arm slightly.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" she asked. "Weren't you complaining a few seconds earlier?"

"I still am," he rolled his eyes. "The sooner we get this thing over with, the sooner we can come back and continue that," he smirked while nodding towards the king-sized bed in the center. Stella blushed at his open suggestion. She knew that she just has to say one word and he'd be more than willing to ditch this event.

"You should look up the order online. It'll sure save us a lot of time," he nudged her from the side.

Stella groaned to hide her evergrowing red cheeks. "Would you give it a rest already!" she sighed out of exasperation for the umpteeth time. "The night is still young, you know!" she pointed out.

He smirked and looped an arm around her waist. "You better remember that tonight," he whispered against the shell of her ear. And like always, she resembled a tomato at his words. Pulling back, he winked charmingly at her as they walked and Stella followed him with a fond and adoring smile. And all the while through the ride, she could not stop grinning even for a single second.

~ Solarian Star - 8:50 PM ~

Stella looked around the restaurant in awe. She honestly loved this place. For starters, it held a sentimental value to her heart. Their first date after their engagement was here. That was the first and only time she has been here but that didn't make her love this place any less. It was so bright and lively in here with a smooth and calming live orchestra in the corner. Bright chandeliers hung off the ceilings, illuminating the entire area.

They both sat in one of the corner leather couch seats, overlooking the downtown through the glass window.

"When the heck is the waiter gonna get his ass in here? I'm gonna talk to the manager if he doesn't get here soon," Brandon muttered under his breath, making Stella turn to him with a laugh. He somehow never ran out of insults.

"He's just doing his job. Give that man a rest," Stella shook her head in amusement.

Brandon sighed. "Speaking of job, I'm still against yours," he said with narrowed eyes.

Stella huffed. "You're still on that?!"

He rolled his eyes. "Any man with a beautiful wife would not approve of such bullshit. I'm against your overtime relationship with your office, you know."

"Oh, hush," she dismissed him airily when he caught her wrist gently.

"Stel, I'm serious. I don't mind fetching you from work, but I'd rather have you greet me at home when I return from the station."

"It's only for a few days! I have a deadline to meet and I have to work overtime to-"

"I understand that. But what I don't understand is...why can't you stay at home and do the same?" he asked softly. "I won't disturb you."

Stella's eyes widened. "What?! I'm not staying in the office because of you, you know!"

"I know," he smiled in reassurance.

"I just lose track of time when I work on designing, that's all," she said sheepishly. He gave her a look.

"Fine, fine. I get it. I promise to return home on time and not have an affair with my office desk."

He laughed. "That's my girl."

Just then, a waiter arrived to their table while carrying quite a large tray filled with bowls of food.

"You were saying earlier?" Stella giggled at his impatience while watching the waiter serve politely.

Brandon rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. "Heat of the moment."

She shook her head with a smile while watching him dig straight in. She stood up from the leather seat and moved over to the opposite side beside him. She motioned for him to scooch over before sitting beside him.

"You'll regret making that move," he whispered in her ear before moving to eat calmly.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why-?"

Stella's face grew hot as she instantly understood why. His hand planted itself on her thigh teasingly. Her cheeks turned a vibrant red as he lightly tapped against her dress with his sinful fingers.

Stella gulped when she found herself unable to move. The corner seat helped a lot and took care of her growing embarrassment.

"We're in public!" Stella furiously whispered, unable to subdue her raging hormones.

She nearly growled like a feral car when he had the gal to downright ignore her.

"Brandon, please!" she silently pleaded when his hand only taunted her further.

He turned to her with a smirk playing on his lips. "How does it feel like to be on the receiving end, Sunshine?"

She gasped, finally realizing his cruel intentions. Payback. Her falling asleep early last night and complaining of sore and dull aches since morning was definitely not the brightest move in her life. She shot a pointed look at him. "I'm gonna pass out again if you don't remove that hand off of me and let me eat!" she hissed in a low whisper.

Stella bit her lip to suppress a soft moan when his hand moved up to between her legs, stroking it lightly with his thumb. "Don't you dare," he smirked, threatening and teasing her body torturously. Just when her breaths were about to grow labored, he took his hand off her dress and kissed her flushed cheek.

"That was just cruel," she mumbled while finding no appetite at all. She needed him right now and like he promised, she did regret joining him. She ever-so nicely sat beside him because she loved her husband so damn much and wanted to be closer to him. But he chose to act plebeian just like he always did.

Barbaric pervert, Stella huffed.

He smirked when he saw her hands shaking while holding a spoon. "We can leave, if you want," he teased while shifting closer to her.

"Why did you even bother making a reservation here?" she muttered under her breath.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you weren't enjoying yourself till now."

She bit her lip, suppressing a small smile. They've been here for over an hour now and she had enjoyed every second of it. But now, the equation had totally reversed. Even though his hand had been mercilessly wandering while she was wearing this dress, his touch set her body on fire. She bit her lip to control her urges and clutched her fork tightly.

Ugh, such behavior was completely inappropriate in a restaurant-

"Ready to leave?"

Stella growled at the nonchalant yet excruciatingly sinful voice of his. He smirked in victory when she didn't answer.

"No? Alright." He continued to eat without any problem while she struggled to hit him for making her feel this way.

"I can't believe you're seducing me in a restaurant," Stella snapped.

"Would it kill you to dump your ego every once in a while?" he asked while placing a piece of chicken in his mouth.

Stella scoffed. "Look who's talking! You're the one who made me feel...um..." she trailed, blushing heavily.

From a distance, they'd both look like a cute couple bantering over something silly. Who knew it'd be because of their urges?

He chuckled. "Come on, Sunshine...give in," he coaxed in her ear.

And not-so-surprisingly, it worked. "I want you, Brandon," she said softly to him, making him smirk at his earned victory.

"Excuse me!" Brandon motioned for a waiter to come over and pack the untouched food.

Hours later...

~ 12:30 AM ~

Stella blushed heavily as she remained tightly encased in his arms. Brandon chuckled as they both lay in the crystal white, silk, satin sheets. She panted and heaved, a delightful consequence from what they have been just doing. He chuckled and smiled against her cheek. She mumbled something incoherent in response.

Stella snuggled into his bare chest and moaned from the resulting dull aches and tingles from certain areas of her body.

"Are you okay?" he asked while placing light kisses against her collarbone.

Stella's eyes fell droopy at his actions as she nodded with a yawn. "I'm hungry," she breathed. "Thanks to you!" she huffed stubbornly a second later.

He laughed. "It's not like I dragged you out of there," he said in his defense. "You wanted me, remember?" he mocked her, quoting her from earlier.

She softly blushed. "B-but but, that's...that's all you! You made me say that!"

"Oh I have that much of an effect on you?" he asked with a smirk.

She blushed softly and buried her head deep into his arms, never wanting to leave. "I'm hungry," she mumbled again in a barely audible voice.

She whimpered when Brandon gently slipped from underneath her and sat up. "Come on, you need to eat something."

"I want some ice cream!" she said in a childlike manner.

"Stell, I think we're out of ice cream-"

"Pleeeeaaaaasssssseeeeeeeee?" she asked sweetly. He stroked her cheek gently. Honestly, how could he have the heart to say no to that face?

"I'll be back soon," he smiled.

"I want to come with you," she took his hand in hers.

"Well then, get dressed. You're not stepping out like that," he teased, eyeing her. Stella gasped as she covered herself till her collarbone out of shyness. Laughing, he kissed her forehead before moving off the bed.

~ 1:10 AM ~

A young couple walked through the nearly deserted, yet well lit streets.

Stella munched on her chocolate-flavored cone ice cream and cooed in bliss. "Ha, this is life," she officially stated. "What could be better than this?

"I could definitely think of a few," Brandon smirked from beside her.

She blushed at his husky voice. She clung to his arm and skipped slightly. She was very much enjoying this stroll. They needed a good stroll. Their casual wear consisted of jeans and hoodies.

Brandon placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie while Stella looped an arm through his and ate ice cream with another. He lightly smiled while enjoying the atmosphere. The streets were deserted other than a few cars passing every other few minutes.

What could life offer anything better than this? This was exactly where he wanted to be. Buying ice cream at past midnight for the girl he loved and cherished definitely sounded more endearing than hopping off to a spontaneous and dangerous mission.

"Sunshine..." he started.

"Hmm?" she said absent-mindedly while concentrating on her cone.

"I'm...I'm thinking of quitting," he murmured.

Stella's eyes widened as she suddenly stopped walking. "W-what?" she gasped.

"I'm thinking of quitting," he said simply.

"I'm sorry, what?" she asked confused.

He chuckled and gently cupped her face. "I'm thinking of quitting field work. I want to settle for behind the scenes job," he stated.

She blinked again. Her lips parted open in shock. He was thinking of quitting? But he loved the 'action, danger, and adrenaline' his job gave him. Why was he suddenly saying this?

"I want to be with you. It's that simple and there's no other reason for it," he spoke lovingly.

"...y-you'll do that? For me?" she asked so innocently. "But you love your job!"

"I love you even more," he smiled. "So...what do you think?"

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"YES! YES! QUIT, QUIT, QUIT!" she squealed out of happiness. She jumped into his arms while he laughed and spun her around.

He set her down and gazed into her shining amber eyes. "Are you really that happy?" he asked.

She nodded with a beaming smile while standing on her tip toes to kiss him softly to which he eagerly responded to.

"We should go," he spoke against her lips. She nodded and grabbed his arm.

Her eyes twinkled when she happily walked beside him. The night was beyond perfect and he literally made her so happy with just a simple statement. She couldn't be any happier, but it seems like fate had something else in store for them.

As they both started to cross the street at a bend, Brandon suddenly squinted and shielded his eyes from the headlights of an incoming car. His eyes widened when he realized that the approaching car didn't look it's going to slow down any second and that they were both in the way. The car suddenly swerved dangerously and Brandon's instincts immediately pushed him to act.

"STELLA!"

"Huh?!"

Stella was roughly pushed out of the car's way. She gasped when her foot hit the side of the sidewalk, making her fall backwards. She hissed when a sharp burst of pain shot up her spine as her back collided harshly against the cemented path.

Meanwhile, Brandon pushed Stella out of harm's way but was unable to do that for himself. He grunted when he felt a sharp bolt of pain on his head. His last thoughts were of Stella and every moment in their relationship as the memories they both shared flashed in front of him before darkness started to engulf him into oblivion.

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