[color=#b97703]“From me?”[/color] Cas made a face at Iris jokingly. [color=#b97703]“You make it sound like I’m your dad… which would be disgusting and make what we just did [i]very[/i] illegal.”[/color] Walking over to the cart, he grabbed the handle and rolled it toward the dining table to set their food up properly. By now, there was no doubt that both of their meals were cold and that most of the ice in the wine bucket had melted. It didn’t matter though. Sacrificing the freshness of their dinner had been worth the release of finally sleeping together. The memory of how their bodies intertwined was burned into his mind forever. Even though he hadn’t been able to perform as well as a man who had previous experience under his belt, he felt like being intimate with her had brought them closer. Besides, getting better would just take practice, and he was more than happy to keep trying with her.

[color=#b97703]“Maybe I should,”[/color] he agreed with an amused smile when she pointed out that she’d thought of booking a hotel room before. After everything that had happened with his father, he’d completely forgotten about that. However, even if he’d remembered, he probably wouldn’t have done it sooner. Without the unintentional push from Atlas, he would have kept abiding by his midnight curfew every night to stay on good terms with the king. It was only because his father had threatened to lock him up at Eternity Meadows that he had felt the need to escape. [color=#b97703][i]And it was a good thing I did,[/i][/color] he thought, glancing over his shoulder at Iris as she slipped her black dress back over her head.

While she retrieved glasses from the cupboards, he set up their dishes on the table. At home, he was used to having maids around to do menial tasks like preparing for supper, so it was interesting to him to need to do the work by himself. He didn’t dislike it though. It was easy enough to do, and he was still relaxed after their tussle in the sheets, so he had no qualms with helping out.

[color=#b97703]“Sure, thanks,”[/color] he replied to her question. He enjoyed red wine, but the fermented beverage wasn’t nearly as thirst-quenching as plain water, so he preferred to have both.

Popping the cork off the bottle, Cas poured the wine into the crystal glasses that Iris had set down, filling both up about halfway before he set the rest back in the bucket to stay chilled. [color=#b97703]“You know, this is our first real dinner date,”[/color] he mused with a grin, taking a seat in front of the dish that contained his food. With the low lights, gourmet food and Spanish wine, it was almost as nice as the ambiance they would have paid for at a five-star restaurant. [color=#b97703]“I probably should have dressed a little nicer for the occasion, huh?”[/color] he added jokingly with a glance down at his own bare torso. While Iris had put all of her clothes back on, he hadn’t bothered with more than his underwear. [color=#b97703]“At least you can’t tell me this date is forgettable.”[/color]