Christine took the last steps up towards the door, firmly trying to press down her nerves. This was the first "official", truly private date she and Stephen had had in years. Ever since their breakup, in fact. Sure, she'd been around many times; he'd come to see her at the hospital for a vide variety of reasons (everything from her needing someone who knew what an 'astral pathway' was, to blood gathering in his lungs) and they'd been on a number of dates, but all of those in public.

After every single one, Stephen had been a perfect gentleman and disappointingly dropped her off by her door with barely as much as a kiss. This time, it was a date, and they would be alone. Well, as alone as anyone ever was in a magic sanctum and centra of mystical energies where people dropped in and out simply by stepping out of thin air, at least.

She knew her smile was nervous, when Stephen opened the door and the cloak flew out from whatever it had been doing behind him in the room to wrap around her in greeting. Stephen had assured her that this meant it liked her. Apparently, it only ever did that to Stephen himself, her and Elice.

"Hello there, Crimson," she greeted it, using the Icelander's nickname, before she looked up to the top of the steps and smiled at Stephen. "Good evening to you, too." She had to pause and just watch him for a moment when he smiled in greeting. Hallowed by the light of the door, Stephen looked gorgeous.

He was still wearing his blue robes, looking as effortless on him as his blue schrubs had once used to do, but his hair was styled more like it would be if they were going out. As he stepped aside, welcoming her in, she forced herself to unfreeze. With a little luck, she would get to admire him more, later. Much later, maybe. Smiling warmly for herself, she hoped as much, as she stepped across the threshold into Stephen's home.

I am very sorry this chapter ended up on the short side. I was planning a walk-through of their very lovely date, but Christine's dirty thoughts made me rethink this idea. The next one will be longer, I promise.

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