His hand was reassuring against her's, his look so tender and kind. Gently he pulled her toward him and his lips descended as he spoke. "Okay." She whispered between their lips in the breathe before they touched. The moment she felt his wine sweetened lips on her own her body reacted the same way it had every time before, every time they'd stolen kisses since Christmas. The warmth tingling and delicious, pulling her closer to him as she pressed her lips more firmly into his. It was reassuring to know that feeling wasn't gone.

Dahlia tried to press closer but was dismayed at the wine glass still in her other hand. Trying to be quite like a heroine in a novel, Dahlia attempted to move the glass to the sidedboard discreetly, but only managed to slosh the wine on the both of them in the process. Her heated cheeks were firmly in the "fires of hell" realm, she was quite certain as pulled away, the wine having splashed on both of them. "I'm so sorry!" She hastily put the wine to the side and began to turn around the room looking for reticule, her wand stored safely there. She couold charm this whole mess away. She was quite certain of it. And the sooner she did then sooner he could go back to kissing her.