Helen took a sip of her wine after clinking glasses with his and took a moment for herself to revel in the flavor. She had waited too many hours for that first sip. Will was watching her closely, determining her mood. She didn't seem angry by his delay, but one could never be completely sure. He took a bite of his salad, barely tasting the dressing as his eyes and his mind were riveted on her.

"So dinner by ourselves?" He took a sip of wine, still watching her closely.

"I thought it would be a good idea. We haven't had a 'real' date and I thought you might appreciate it."

"Oh, I do." He responded in kind and smiled at her, lowering his lashes coyly and taking another bite of the salad finally tasting the sunflower seeds and vinegary dressing swirling over his taste buds. "Oh this is good."

Helen smiled at that. She'd wanted to feed him this meal since she realized they would be coming down here. It was something she had planned since their plane ride and had only determined the best way to implement her plan on this night. She took a long draw of wine, "The main course is amazing and I'm sure it's something you've never had before."

He eyed her carefully, "Trying to impress me, are you?" She hummed her agreement and continued eating in silence. They were each about halfway through their salads when he opened up the floor for discussion again. "There's a conference that I was asked to speak at in a few weeks. I was hoping to go. I'm the back-up; the original lecturer had to back out."

"Where is it?"

"Parsons, Kansas."

"Kansas."

"It's a small conference in the middle of nowhere, but it would help me stay within the psychological and behavioral analysis community and not lose some of my contacts."

She drank from her glass regarding him closely, "I'll have to see, we're going to Berlin next week to meet with Olaf to talk about funding, remember? I don't know if there will be time."

He nodded and finished his salad and his drink.

She stood a few minutes later and grasped the two plates covered with a tin that he hadn't seen sitting off to the side. He also let the rest of the atmosphere wash over him and he noticed the soft music coming from a CD player on the corner of the balcony rail. She set the dish down in front of him and he waited until she sat raising the glasses he had refilled in a toast. "To us and perhaps a quiet evening." He smiled cheekily at her and waited until they clinked their glasses and each took a sip. He moved to set his down by the stem but the glass snapped between his two fingers and the dark red wine toppled over the table and down into her lap.

Helen stood up immediately and Will reached over to try in vain to stop the flow of liquid but failed and only managed to get butter and spices on the front of his pressed white shirt. Helen took the napkin in her hand and dabbed at the stain that was spreading quickly over her pale gray dress. "Damn it," she cursed and patted her leg quickly pulling the dampness away from her dress.

"I'm so sorry, Magnus." Will was standing next to her and handed his napkin over to help in the impossible feat she was attempting.

She finally huffed out a breath and blew at her bangs in annoyance. "It's alright, it'll come out. Nothing to worry about, Will." She tried to put him at ease and cupped his cheek softly and gave him a gentle and amused look.

"No, it's not alright. I'm such a clumsy fool. I'm always getting into trouble; I'm always getting hurt on missions; I'm always the one you have to watch out for it's not—" She cut him off then, her lips on his and her hips pressed tightly against his grinding as she coaxed his tongue into her mouth. She hummed in the back of her throat trying desperately to distract him.

She slid hands down his chest until she hit his sides and was able to squeeze his love handles gingerly. She turned his body slightly and his bum hit the table and he bounced back towards her slightly, trying to avoid damaging anything else further. She continued to push her body into his and he finally relaxed enough to glide his hands up and down her sides, palming her breasts and cupping her cheek while pulling at her nipple with his fingers.

The move only made her press further into him and he felt the heat from the candles she had lit earlier on his back. He ignored it for a moment before the temperature became too much and he suddenly shoved her back and turned around to the table. She gasped when she saw the flames starting up his tux and grabbed for the glass of ice cold water she drank from earlier. She threw the cold water on him and tugged the material over his shoulder so she could stomp the rest out and make sure no more flames would lick and restart.

Will was staring helplessly at the tux that was now burnt and soaked through with water on the stone balcony. She took his hand carefully and turned him again so she could look over his back. She pulled the shirt from his trousers and checked for any burns on his skin. The flesh was red and irritated, but when she placed her palm against the skin he didn't flinch and it wasn't overly warm. He didn't seem to be burned. The white shirt was still white and there were to black streaks moving up the cloth. No harm seemed to be done.

She moved to face him and grasped his forearms tightly, "You are not clumsy Will and this time it was most definitely not your fault. This one was mine and there's no damage to you, just the suit, which is easily replaceable. You are not." She pecked his lips softly. "I believe we should sit down and continue with our meal."

His head lifted and fell in a nod and he moved towards the table with a blank expression on his features. Helen sighed and picked up the jacket laying it over the railing and taking her own seat, refilling her glass of water in case any other mishaps occurred. She took a bit of her now very cold meal and watched him do the same. He groaned as the flavors flitted over his tongue. "This is amazing."

"I thought you might like it. It's from an abnormal colony that is set up outside the city. They make their own spices that they sell them on the abnormal market so humans rarely taste them."

He grinned widely and took another bite. "Really amazing," he hadn't swallowed the next piece and it took a moment for it to go down. He glanced over to the jacket that was sitting a few feet away from him. "Sorry," he muttered again and his cheeks tinged a slight pink. He took a third bite and started choking slightly. When she gave him a questioning look he shook his head and took a long sip of water. "I'm fine." She leaned back into the chair and began to eat her meal keeping a close eye on him.

Will wasn't eating rapidly and was starting to scratch at his neck and took a long gulp of the wine that filled his water glass until it was nearly empty. "Slow down, Will. The wine's not going anywhere."

He laughed a little and drew in a deep breath setting the heavy glass down. He reached forward and took a couple more bites before leaning back against the chair and rasping for air. Helen was on her feet in an instant when she saw his lips turn a shade of blue. "Will," she called and swiftly moved over to him in the chair. He collapsed against her and she laid him on the ground when the lightning struck overhead. She leaned down over his body pressing her ear close to his lips listening carefully for any breath that he was making. The thunder shook the open balcony and the rain started to pound down onto her back. She forgot about the rain storms here and how violent they could be.

Pressing fingers into the skin at his wrist she felt for his pulse and counted while lightning bounded down onto the CD player that was precariously balanced on the stone rail. It exploded and she threw her body over Will's protecting him from the sparks. The smell of ozone filled her nostrils and burned the tiny hairs. She breathed out hard and turned her head to try and rid the overwhelming aroma from her head. She needed to focus. "Will," she said softly tapping the side of his face. She saw the red welts on his neck and chest when she ripped open his shirt. "Damn it, damn it, damn it Will! You cannot do this." She cupped his cheek and looked over her shoulder. She didn't have the right equipment here for this. She wasn't expecting this in the least. "Damn it," she said again before standing and running to the door.