Taking place between Parts Three and Four.
Bruce paced in front of his desk before pausing and looking at a note that was on it. Alfred walked into the study.
"Sir, if I might suggest the gold tie." Alfred held out his arm with a few tie options draped across it, and Bruce glanced up.
"What? Oh yes." He took the tie when Alfred tied it for him quickly before tucking it under Bruce's vest and buttoning the suit jacket. Alfred situated a gold pocket square in his breast pocket. "The box. It's…"
"In the Batman utility belt. Yes. There is no need to worry, Sir."
"Of course." Bruce cleared his throat, adjusting his cuffs.
"There is no need to worry, Sir," Alfred repeated, raising his eyebrows as he looked at Bruce pointedly.
"Then you don't know Selina," Bruce chuckled, but it sounded forced.
"What do you think she does when you leave her here alone?" Alfred laughed in exasperation. "She wanders the halls until she finally comes to me. I know her better than you think, Master Bruce." he smiled at him, the man whom he'd come to love as a son. "And she loves you very much. You'll do splendidly. Provided you don't hesitate, don't stutter, and the ring you've chosen is large enough to suit a woman of her tastes."
"I believe so." Bruce patted his pockets before he remembered the ring was in his utility belt. "Right."
"And remember, if she is angry about patrol- which she no doubt will be- avoid the claws." Alfred raised his eyebrows, turning around to place the extra ties on Bruce's desk before returning to straighten his jacket. "Good luck."
"Right," Bruce repeated. He hesitated before walking out into the foyer. "Selina, are you ready?" he called up the stairs.
"Just a moment, Sweetie, I'll be right down!" she called. Alfred walked past Bruce to the door, winking quickly before stepping out to start the car. Selina came down the stairs and smiled broadly. Her necklace draped from just under her chin, layered choker necklaces of tight rows of pearls laying down to her chest, seeming to blend straight into her glittering off-white beaded sheath dress. Selina's short dark hair was combed back and held there with a white gold pin, and when she reached the bottom of the stairs she smiled and looked down. "Hello." She giggled a bit, looking back up at Bruce.
"Hello." He grinned. "You look stunning."
"I bet you say that to all the girls, Mr. Wayne," she laughed quietly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
"Only to the woman I love." He offered her his arm. "Now, should we go before they give away our table?"
"Like they'd give away your table," she smiled, putting her coat on before she followed him to the door, her hand placed lightly on his arm. Alfred opened the car door for them, and they got in.
"Hopefully no disasters happen at the house while we're gone this time," Bruce said, checking his watch. Selina laughed again and moved closer to him in the back of the car, shivering a bit.
"It will be fine. Damian never makes trouble," she mused, smiling up at him.
"The motorcycle that just came back from the shop would beg to differ," he said darkly, running his hand through his hair. Pursing her lips a bit, Selina reached up to smooth the hair he'd just ruffled.
"You know there's a reason that the saying 'boys will be boys' exists," she said quietly. "And they're your boys. Sometimes I can't tell if that makes their behavior worse or better."
"I prefer to think it makes it worse." He smiled down at her. Selina smiled back and traced a finger along his jaw.
"I like it better when you smile," she said quietly.
"Well, you make me smile." He simply shrugged. Selina giggled and wrapped her arms around his, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Which seems to be good for you, Dark Knight. Get that sour look off of your face."
He scowled at her. "I thought you liked my sour look." The corner of his mouth tugged up in a smile and she leaned up to kiss it.
"I do. But only like this." She covered his eyes and his nose with her hand, laughing.
"That's cheating," he told her, catching her hands.
"Why is it cheating?" She leaned closer to him, still smiling, her eyes shining.
"Because I like the way all of your face looks. Even when you're sour."
"Oh please you don't need to butter me up, Mr. Wayne, I'm already in your car," she laughed and stroked his cheek. "Besides, I'm so used to seeing you scowling with that mask on. So it usually does look like this," she covered his eyes again and leaned in to kiss him gently.
"I believe that was the first look you fell in love with." He smirked, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "You looked pretty good yourself."
"Oh it was," she sighed dreamily, and then laughed. "But I wasn't looking at your face."
Alfred stopped the car and got out to open the door for them outside of the restaurant.
"Thank you Alfred." Bruce got out and held out his hand to help Selina. She followed him to the restaurant, squeezing his fingers excitedly. Her thumb stroked his hand.
"Mr. Wayne," the steward smiled as they walked in. "Perfectly on time. Your table is ready, if you'll follow me."
As the steward led them through the restaurant to a quiet, secluded table set beside large bay windows overlooking the Gotham skyline, Selina beamed happily. She gazed around at the decor in the low light, smiling when Bruce pulled her chair out for her.
"This is beautiful," she commented as she sat down, and he took the seat beside her rather than across. She watched him. Her pale green eyes shone in the romantic lighting. "You have wonderful taste."
"There's something to be said about what money can buy." He put his napkin over his knee as he smiled at her. Selina thought for a moment.
"I think the people who say money can't buy happiness are fools," she said matter of factly, smiling.
"I hope my money isn't what you love about me," he teased.
"Of course not," she waved a hand. "But I found you while trying to buy my own happiness, stealing jewels and the like. It may not have bought me happiness, but it certainly brought it to me. Also, whoever coined the phrase had clearly never seen Winston jewelry."
"Or you wearing it." Bruce turned to the waiter that appeared at the edge of their table. He accepted the wine list and glanced through it quickly before selecting and handing it back. "You do look stunning tonight," he told Selina as he turned back to her.
"Oh that was very nice, Mr. Wayne. Very smooth," she smirked, but she blushed despite it. "Thank you," she added quietly, looking down.
"I mean it," he assured her. "Now, I suppose I should glance at the menu instead of staring at you all night." He held the menu open between them as he scanned through it quickly.
"Order for me," she purred, her hand coming to rest gently on his forearm as she watched him lovingly.
"Of course." He kissed her cheek as the waiter returned and filled their wine glasses, leaving the bottle on the table. "We'll have the fresh Tilapia and broiled lobster tails." The waiter nodded and took the menu.
"You continue to spoil me, Bruce," Selina laughed, stroking his sleeve with her thumb. She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"That's the plan." He smiled before he took a sip of wine. "Have you been bored staying at the Manor with just Damian and Alfred during the day? It's a lot less… exciting now that Dick has moved out with Harley."
"It gets lonely when you two leave at night. I have Alfred to keep me company then, but the house is so big…" she sighed and then smiled. "It's a lot less exciting when you're always out."
"Maybe you'll have to come out with me sometime soon." He smiled as he brushed her bangs away from her eyes. "We'll have to find something you can do all day…"
"Who's to say I don't go out without you?" she asked mischievously, smiling at him and sipping her wine. Bruce's hand tightened around his wineglass for a moment before he relaxed again.
"I hope it wouldn't be jewelry shopping, but I never expected to keep a stray cat confined to one place."
"You can't 'keep me' at all, not unless I allow it." She looked around the room at Gotham's elite, dining quietly on their expensive meals. The corner of her lip tugged up in amusement.
"Oh and you're allowing me to bring you here?" He chuckled.
"Of course." Selina giggled and took his hand. "Relax, I'm only teasing you."
"Well I'm happy you let me in your presence," he taunted.
"Bruce? Is that you?" Bruce turned at his name. A strawberry blonde in a business skirt and blazer walked over with a big smile on her face.
"Vicki," Bruce said in surprise. Vicki Vale stopped at the edge of the table.
"What are the chances of seeing you here?" She glanced at Selina's hand in Bruce's before smiling at her. "And you must be Miss Kyle if I've read the tabloids correctly."
"Of course," Selina smiled calmly, but Bruce recognized the tightness of her expression, clearly agitated at having their dinner interrupted. Vicki, however, didn't notice.
"So how are you?" she asked Bruce. "I haven't seen you in ages."
"I'm good," he replied awkwardly, running his hand through his hair.
"We'll have to catch up sometimes when I'm not at a work dinner." She winced good naturedly. "I'll let you get back to your dinner with your," she glanced at Selina's hand again, "girlfriend." She smiled brightly at him. "See you around Bruce," she called over her shoulder as she walked away.
"Rude," Selina huffed. "'What are the chances of seeing you here'?" She whined, in a mock imitation of Vicki. "Hmm. Bruce Wayne in a fancy restaurant. Those chances are slim." She took a sip of her wine and then rolled her eyes. "'If I read the tabloids right.' Ugh."
"There's really nothing I can say in this situation is there?" Bruce asked. Selina smirked at him.
"No. No there's not." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "You're smart, Dark Knight." The waiter walked toward them carrying the tray with their food. He quickly served it.
"Let me know if there is anything else you need." He inclined his head to them before turning away.
"Selina," Bruce murmured, his lips near her ear. "You're here. Not her, not anyone else, and nothing and no one will ever make me want to change that."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she blushed and turned her head towards him, her lips brushing his. She stole a quick kiss and then looked at him lovingly. "Tell me that if one of the boys called right now with an emergency, you wouldn't be dying to run off to help."
"I wouldn't," he told her truthfully. "I may feel obligated to go, but right now, I just want to be here with you."
"It's okay, sweetheart, I wouldn't blame you. Your… love for them, for lack of a better word… is one of your most attractive features. I mean, it's not the only thing you have going for you, but it is attractive." Selina giggled, taking a bite of her Tilapia.
"Oh?" He laughed. "And what about my love for you? Is that attractive?"
"Of course," she smiled and fed him a bite of fish, laughing.
"It seems like I've got a couple of good qualities. Maybe enough to convince you to stay around." He dug a bit of lobster out of its tail and offered it to her. She bit it off of his fork, watching him.
"Just maybe," she smiled slyly, looking down as she cut another piece off of her fish. "This is amazing, Bruce. The food, the restaurant, the chance to dress up..." Sighing happily, she dabbed her lips with her napkin.
"You deserve it. You deserve it every night." He smiled ruefully, "I'm sorry that tends to be my busiest time."
"Well there's only one thing that I really miss on those nights," she purred, trailing a hand gently up his leg.
"It wouldn't be my riveting stories, would it?"
"Of course," she laughed lightly, kissing his cheek.
"I knew you didn't just like me for my money," he taunted, catching her face and giving her a quick kiss. Selina squeaked in surprise and then hit his chest.
"I hate it when you do that," she laughed, finishing her food and pushing her plate away.
"Did you want a glass of milk with your fish?" He smirked as he tossed his napkin onto his plate.
"Oh you're so funny," she smirked and finished her glass of wine. There was a pause as Bruce poured her another glass. "Bruce... Did you mean that? That you want me to stay around? As in stay." He looked at her like he couldn't quite understand what she meant.
"If you mean stay as in not leave then that is exactly what I mean."
"But... 'Stay'-stay?" She asked, looking him in the eyes.
"Of course. I'd hate for Batman to have to chase Catwoman down again." He sipped his wine. Selina frowned and put her silverware on her plate.
"Oh of course... Right..." She stared out the window behind him. She'd hoped that he was leading to something more with this dinner. Bruce watched her.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked her. The waiter slid the bill on the table as if this was his cue.
"Yes, we are," Selina shrugged, and picked up her clutch with a smile. Bruce quickly wrote the check and stood, offering her his hand.
"I'm sure Alfred is waiting for us."
She took his hand and stood, lacing her fingers with his. Selina kissed his cheek.
"I'm sure. Thank you for getting the bill, Mr. Wayne." She giggled quietly.
"Anytime." He helped her into her coat before taking her hand again and leading her out. The hostess smiled at them as she held the door open. Alfred pulled the car up and got out as they approached.
"Master Grayson called while you were at dinner, sir. He requested your assistance." Bruce glanced nervously at Selina. She laughed shortly.
"What did I say?" Shaking her head, Selina got into the car, tugging her coat close around her shoulders. The evening had started so well…
"You could always come with," Bruce offered, sliding in beside her.
"I did bring your… uniform along as well, Miss Kyle," Alfred added, watching them through the rearview mirror as he put the car in drive.
She hesitated. "Actually, I'd love to go. Honestly, if it's a way to spend time with you, then I'm all for it." She tugged her coat off, pulling her uniform out of the hidden compartment behind the passenger seat.
"Alfred, take us there, but leave the car a ways away. We don't know the situation yet." Bruce quickly unbuttoned his vest. Selina turned away from him, hiding her increasingly furious frown as she dropped her necklace on the floor and unzipped her dress, letting it drop away from her shoulders. She bit her lip angrily, hoping she was distracting Bruce, knowing that if he tried to touch her, she might cause him physical harm at this point.
"I'm sorry this came up," he apologized. "Hopefully it won't take long, so we can get back to our evening." He pulled his shirt off and watched her carefully, trying to gauge how angry she was, and trying not to get distracted. Selina tugged the pants of her catsuit on, attempting to pull the torso up in the spacious yet still cramped area of the backseat. She zipped it up and yanked her earrings off, tossing them over her shoulder at Bruce. She smoothed her hair, and then pulled her cowl onto her head, buckling it under her chin before straightening the ears in the rear view mirror.
"Of course we can continue, dear," she glanced over shoulder. "It won't be tonight, but I'm sure in another two weeks." Bruce cleared his throat. He tugged his gloves on as Alfred stopped the car in an alley.
"Thank you Alfred." Bruce yanked his cowl on and got out, holding the door open for Selina. "Ready?"
"Of course," she smiled tightly and followed him out, strapping her whip to her hip.
"It's just up ahead." Batman strode forward and glanced up. "We'll go by rooftop." He looked back at her. Her eyes narrowed, still rimmed in her eyeliner and glittery smokey eyeshadow. She mopped a hand over her lips to wipe the lipstick off and reluctantly stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist so that he could take her up with him when he used his grappling hook. Bruce was glad he was wearing gloves because his hands were getting sweaty, and he tried to keep the nervousness off his face. He wrapped his arm around her and fired the grappling hook. He could see the tense annoyance on her face once they landed on the roof. He quickly moved forward.
"You know the first time we met, I was chasing you instead you following me," he said over his shoulder.
"Yeah, I used to imagine that you were chasing me for me, not just because you were 'Batman.'" She crossed her arms and shivered a bit, staring down at her shoes.
"See the problem was that I knew I needed to arrest you, but that didn't stop me from being attracted to you."
"Mmhm," she nodded curtly, looking around as she walked forward. Batman had stopped, and Catwoman looked up at him in confusion and irritation when she ran into him. She huffed shortly and put her hand on her hip, her purple leather suit hugging her curves tightly.
"You look exactly like the first time I met you. I think you were this mad at me too." The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile. Selina rolled her eyes and crossed her arms again.
"Stop trying to be cute. You're not."
"Well you're cute," he replied, grinning. For some reason, that only served to make her angrier.
"Damn it, Br-Batman," she snapped, her lower lip sticking out a bit. She glared. "Isn't Nightwing waiting somewhere? Don't we need to get to him?"
"We're right where we're supposed to be," he shrugged.
"Oh so is he meeting us here," she shivered again, "because I'm getting cold."
"I'd offer to warm you up, but I think I should avoid your claws right now."
"Wise choice." She looked down. "Why couldn't we just have had a nice night?! Why couldn't- I mean you only do it like once a month, so... We never get to go out. And then you had to go and ruin it with this!" She caught the nose of his cowl and pulled it out, letting it snap back against his face.
"Oh, I ruined it?" he asked, catching her hand. "You think I planned this?"
"No, but I think something always gets in the way." Selina retorted.
"Something doesn't always get in the way," he countered.
"Yes it does. If it's not one thing, it's another. Believe me. I love the whole superhero thing, I do. It's sexy, and it's selfless and amazing but every now and then... I just want a break. I love that you're this incredible, strong, brave hero, but would it kill you to take a night off?!" She pulled her hand away from his.
"Selina," he said quietly, "we have a night off." He grabbed her hands again and didn't let her pull away. "Look around. Do you know where we are?"
"Some shit building in Gotham, I don't..." She looked around them for the first time, really studying her surroundings. Bruce had always tried to teach her that it should be the first thing she did in a new environment, assess her surroundings, but this time he was banking on her infuriating disregard to basic protocol. "No. But it's... familiar, I guess," she looked back at him, narrowing her eyes.
"Familiar," he chuckled. "You don't remember me chasing you across a dozen rooftops before catching up to you here? You may not know this, but you were one of my first villains to escape."
"This..." She looked around again, stepping away from him towards the edge of the building. "This is where... I remember," she laughed. Pacing back to him, Selina glanced over her shoulder. "Was I really one of the first?"
"The first one that mattered. The only one that matters." He put his hand on her cheek. "You fascinate me just as much as the first time I saw you, the first time I saw you here- looking just like this- and I will keep chasing you. I do want you to 'stay.' Of course I do." He kissed her forehead and laughed. "If you want to stick around and put up with the interruptions, and me making you mad, and everything else that could go wrong… So," he smiled as he pulled a ring box out of his belt and knelt as he opened it, "will you marry me?"
Selina stared at him in stunned silence. "What? You... Bruce, I..." She covered her mouth in shock, staring at the massive diamond ring. "I will. Yes. Of course." She laughed breathlessly as she choked back tears. "Yes!" He took her glove off and slid the ring onto her finger. Standing back up, he pulled her close and gave her a kiss.
"I know I should have asked sooner."
"You bastard," she snapped, but grinned in spite of herself. "You're a jerk for making me- making me angry when you knew all along, damn you." Selina leaned forward and kissed him again, still grinning happily.
"I thought it would be better to do it where we met instead of after running into my ex-girlfriend. Not that she was part of the plan." He was smiling more than he ever had while wearing the cowl. "Alfred was in on it, but the boys don't know. I just told them they were in charge for a night."
"A night? A whole night?" Selina repeated him as if she couldn't believe it. Her lips remained close to his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, admiring the ring on her finger over his shoulder.
"A whole night," he laughed. "I just told Dick I was most likely going to piss you off, and he seemed to agree patrol was the least of my problems."
"Smart kid," she commented, pulling his lips to hers again as she stepped closer to him. He ran his hands up and pulled her hood off.
"He always was," he muttered as his hands bunched in her hair. Selina smiled and bit his lip, smiling as one hand wrapped around the ear of his cowl. She pulled his face closer and kissed his chin.
"I should have done this when we met."
"Well I'm glad you're doing it now." He tilted her face up as he kissed her again. Kissing him back hungrily, Selina pushed herself up onto her toes so that she could match his height as she pulled at his cape.
"I can't believe it took you this long to propose," she laughed between kisses, the sharp bladed claws on her glove tracing his jawline delicately.
"At least I finally did." His hands ran down her sides to her hips and came to a stop on her belt.
"Of course," she breathed faster already, pulling him close by his cowl's menacing ears as if she couldn't get him close enough. She leaned close and whispered. "The only flaw with all this Body Armor is that there is so much of it. Nothing is easily accessible," she smiled mischievously, running her hands over the torso of his bulletproof uniform. Her lips eagerly kissed his exposed skin.
"I just can't do anything right tonight. I hope I didn't ruin your evening when Alfred asked us to go on patrol." He pulled her against him by her belt, savoring the feeling of her lips. Selina laughed and moaned a little, biting his chin gently.
"Of course not," she lied, and then thought better of it. "I was furious. Damn you for making me mad like that and then proposing," she giggled. Selina kissed him as she stepped forward and their legs intertwined, her body pressed against his heavy armor. Her hands held either side of his face, desperately holding him close as she bit his tongue and then kissed him slowly. "God, I love you," she breathed, still smiling broadly as she leaned back a bit to look into his eyes.
"I love you too," he whispered. He traced a thumb along her cheek. "And I'm glad you want to stay."
Selina smiled up at him, her dark hair ruffling a bit in the breeze as he held her face. Happy tears streamed down her reddened cheeks. She threw her arms around his neck and squealed happily, unable to find the right words.
"So did I finally do something right?" he laughed, picking her up and spinning her around. Selina laughed blissfully and nodded.
"Yes. Finally," she smiled at him. He set her down and rubbed his hands along her arms.
"Are you still cold? We can head inside."
"Will you warm me up?" She breathed against his lips and kissed him gently.
"I'm sure I can think of something." He pulled her close again, one hand sliding to the back of her neck as he kissed her fervently. Selina's heart skipped a beat as her eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into his kiss. It seemed like it had been ages since she'd seen him this impassioned.
"Bruce-" she sighed against his lips and smiled. He ran his hands down her curves again. He lifted her up by her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his back.
"Did you want to go somewhere more comfortable?" he chuckled.
Selina nodded, her forehead resting against his as she tightened her legs around his waist. "I'd take you right here if it wasn't so cold," she admitted with a laugh, and then hesitated. "Oh, what the hell." She reached down and slipped her hands under the heavy armored kevlar torso of his suit, her claws digging into the skin at his hip as she kissed him. Her other hand tugged the fabric away from his abs, tracing his muscles as she pulled it up.
"Selina," he groaned. His steps faltered, and he stopped in the middle of the rooftop. His hands tightened on her legs as his breathing sped up.
"Bruce," she moaned in reply. She grinned and pulled it up further, relying on him to hold her up as she flexibly bent over and kissed his abs, his chest; all the while pulling his suit up. He tried to calm his breathing.
"This roof isn't exactly private, and you aren't exactly quiet."
"Good," she retorted, sitting up in his arms again as she slowly unzipped her catsuit. "You're the one stopping. If you can't get me to the car before I get your pants to the ground, that's on you," she teased, pulling on his belt. He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to mutter a curse. He strode quickly toward the edge of the roof, one hand going up to explore her newly exposed skin. Selina closed her eyes and moaned, pulling the sleeves away from her arms as she let the top of her catsuit drop around her waist. Her fingernails dug into his cheeks as she grabbed Bruce's face and pulled his lips to hers, kissing him fervently. He paused at the edge of the roof, enjoying her kiss before he broke it off. He wrapped his arm around her waist and fired the grappling hook. As his boots landed on cracked cement of the alley, he was glad he'd had the forethought to park the Batmobile nearby. Selina managed to detach herself from him long enough for them to both get in the car. As Bruce sat down and closed the door to the driver's seat, Selina swung her leg over and straddled his waist, pulling his cowl back from his face and violently pushing him back against the seat as she kissed him again. Bruce grabbed the edges of her catsuit and pulled them down past her waist. He kissed along her neck and across one shoulder before continuing down her chest as her fingers dug into his back. Tearing his cape off, she pulled the top of his suit off, tossing his heavy gauntlets and armor into the passenger seat before biting Bruce's ear. She laughed when she saw the ring on her finger. "Should we even try to make it home?" she panted, kissing along his strong jaw to his lips.
"Are you even going to let me try?" he asked. One of his hands roamed across her body while the other cupped her cheek as he kissed her again.
She moaned loudly against his lips, her back arching as she shivered at his touch. "This car can practically drive itself. I'll back off a bit, but let's see how you do at a little distracted driving." Selina pushed his head back against the seat when he looked at her disapprovingly, and she bit his neck. "The danger is half the fun," she purred, grinding her hips against his.
"Selina," he gasped, "I'm not going to try to...while you're..." He groaned as his fingers dug into her hips.
"Mmmm, but I love it when you're dangerous," she smiled, biting his lip as she pressed herself to his chest, still moving her hips on his. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she pulled it a bit, her lips brushing against his. Bruce moaned, his hands sliding up to her waist. He strained his neck up to kiss her gently as his hips bucked against hers. Selina laughed, catching his face as she kissed him hungrily. She leaned back against the steering wheel and moaned, pulling Bruce closer as she trailed her hands down his back.
"Are you still expecting me to try and drive back?" he asked against the skin on her collarbone. His hands pulled her body closer to his, and she was pinned between him and the steering wheel. Selina nodded darkly, shooting him a grin before shoving him back again, kissing him slowly. She hooked her thumb around the seat adjuster, and it slid back as she quickly dropped away from him and the steering wheel, kneeling on the floor in front of his seat. Her fingers slowly unbuckled his utility belt as she smiled sweetly up at him, biting her lip. "Well I can't even reach the steering wheel anymore," he gasped, gritting his teeth. His fingers gripped tightly to the edge of the seat.
"Too bad," Selina sighed. "I can do a lot more with a whip when I'm not in the car." She kissed the exposed skin just above the waistline of his pants. Bruce leaned his head back and ran his hand through his hair as he tried to breathe evenly.
"That's okay." He smiled down at her as he caught her hand. "It's not like you're going anywhere." He ran his thumb over her ring.
"Put a collar with a little bell on me and call me yours," she agreed, kissing his hand and smiling before laughing at her own words. "You're going to turn me into one of those fat, useless, contented house cats, aren't you?" She smiled lovingly, resting her head against his hand.
"No," he leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss, "I'm going to turn you into my wife," he corrected.