Chapter 30:
"Drake, relax man. Take a shower, then take a nap. Maybe the dream will come." Orion was buzzing around the room getting ready for his date with his lovely blonde mate. Draco was lying across Orion's bed, dejected about still not finding his mate.
"I'm glad that you and Harry found your other halves. I just wish I could too soon. You're right, I just need to relax about it some. I'm going to talk to my dads and take the night to myself. Have fun with Luna. You deserve it mate." Draco waved as he exited Orion's room. Orion just shook his head. 'That boy is too hard on himself.'
When the hall clock struck seven, Orion knocks on Luna's door. His mouth drops when she steps out. Her light blonde hair is done in corkscrew curls and is drawn back at the sides over ears with silver combs; her silver eyes are rimmed with blue liner and smoky shadow. She is wearing a royal blue dress that she had bought while shopping with the girls at the beginning of the holidays. She has on silver heeled sandals that wrap around her ankles.
Luna smiles at him. "Hello Orion, how are you tonight?"
"I'm doing well, Luna. How are you?" He asks, as he reaches for her hand, on which he places a small kiss. "You look ravishing tonight. Are you ready?"
"I'm fine and yes, I am." She smiles back at him. 'Yes, my dear mate, you are fine.' Orion thinks to himself.
Orion takes her to a muggle Italian restaurant, then dancing. He is anxious to hold her in his arms once more. They move well together, she follows his lead naturally, as if she had been doing it for years. He revels in her being so close to him.
"Orion, what about the stages? I've been reading about the Veela with Thalia. I understand that we are young but aren't you supposed to mark me or something?" Luna asks once they sit down at the table again.
"Yes, I am. I have been trying to give you time to get used to the idea of us. I would gladly give you my mark. Are you sure, love? This is forever. I know you're it for me. I was just thinking about how nice it will be to wake in the morning, holding you in my arms."
"I committed myself to you at the dance. I want to wake in your arms and fall asleep on your shoulder."
"Let's call it a night. We have a big day ahead of us, going to see my mom with my dad." Orion helps Luna to stand and pulls her to him. "I love you." He brushes his lips across hers in a sweet kiss. Back at the house, Orion walks his future wife to her door.
"I had a great time Orion. Thank you for asking me out. Sleep well my Orion. I love you." Luna leans up into his arms and stretches up to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss, which surprises Orion. He moans and pulls her tighter against him. He deepens the kiss, moaning again as their tongues duel. Orion pulls away for air and leans his forehead on hers.
"Goodnight my Luna. I had a great time also. I'll see you tomorrow my love." He pecks her on the lips, one last time and hugs her before turning for the stairs and his room.
When Hazel walks down the stairs, she is surprised to see Frank waiting at the bottom. His tall, sturdy frame is clad in dark jeans, a light chambray button down, untucked with an Aryan sweater on top. He has Doc Martin loafers on and a newsboy cap pulled down over one eye. Her mouth waters at the sight. She had always been attracted to the boy, now a man.
Frank looks up the stairs, when he hears her gulp. He hoped he didn't overdo it. This is their first official date, even though they had been partners under Percy and Rey. Saving each other's lives a bunch of times and sharing their deepest secrets had brought them incredibly close.
Hazel has him frozen; he is in awe of the beauty of the youngest daughter of the Lord of the Dead. Her chocolate hair was left down in cascading ringlets. Her blazing peridot eyes are trained on him as he takes her in. She has basically the same type of outfit on as he; a red windowpane print shirt, untucked under a black sweater. Instead of pants, she has a black wool skirt on. Her legs are clad in thigh high stockings and she has ankle boots on her delicate feet. When she gets closer to him, he notices some subtle eyeliner and lip gloss, which makes her lips kissable, as if they needed the help.
"Are you ready Haze?" He asks, a little tongue tied.
"Yes, Frankie." She glows.
They arrive at the theater, buy the tickets and what concessions they want and find a seat in the darkened room. Neither pay any attention to the screen. They are too wrapped up in staring at each other. They leave to find a restaurant for dinner.
Deciding on a little diner, they sit on the same side of the booth and peruse the menu.
"Hazel, this may seem a little fast, but we've been through hell and back together. Would you be opposed to me asking Grandfather for your hand? I still want to do this sort of stuff, but I want to put it out there that I want to marry you as soon as you let me."
"I've already told Father that if you come around with that purpose in mind, he'd better allow it. I'd marry you in a heartbeat. I love you, Frank Zhang."
He leans down and kisses her until their food comes. His arm never leaves her shoulder while they eat.