"You really thought this would be a good idea?"

He turned away from her bashfully, his usually neatly styled hair now straggled and plastered to his forehead. Folding his arms over his bare chest, Dick offered a weak rebuttal.

"Looked really hot in movies," he scoffed, his striking sapphire eyes darkening with discomfort.

"Richard." Her voice was soft and accepting, making any of the embarrassing tension in the cramped bath room dissipate. Securing a fluffy white towel around her chest, the empath rose from the slippery tile, moving towards the sealed windowpane and letting in some much needed fresh air. Facing the bashful bird once more, Raven offered a tiny simper.

"I appreciate the sentiment, truly," her voice was gravelly and uninfected, but soft as ever. "But… Let's not base our dates on what happens in Nicholas Sparks movies, alright?"

"Hey… I don't watch those." Cheeks burning, Dick continued. "And I didn't base this day off of some chick flick."

"Right."

Rested on the edge of the porcelain tub, the petite Raven crossed her legs at the ankles and swept away the sticky rose petals without lifting a finger. Amethyst eyes watched the man; his stature still in position to protect his dignity at all costs. Crystalline irises rolling, her slender fingers reached for the drawstrings of his low riding sweats, tugging him closer in the subtlest of playful gestures.

Finally, Dick's eyes met hers, though still shimmering with clear upset about his plan. But the knowing purse of her lips left on room for his stubborn pout, and the alpha sighed, forearms loosening. A flick of violet eyes brought him to his knees so they were eye level.

"Well… Let's just say that wasn't your copy of The Notebook on your coffee table." Raven leaned forward, raising her brows at the ever-growing scarlet tint to his cheeks."And let's say that you didn't try and plan our day together from that scene in The Lucky One."

Her voice lowered as her fingers tangled into his dark tresses, slowly pushing them from his curious eyes. Resting her forehead to his, her eyes rested half mast, mirroring his. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, reaching to brush his, before the girl moved in, pressing a long, tantalizing kiss to his sharp collar.

Beneath her lips, Raven could feel his breath catch, his skin radiating as a shuddering exhale rolled over her damp shoulder.

"But… if you did…. What was supposed to happen next?"

Dick smirked.

At least she knew what she was in for.