The Sentinels And you want me to go without

There was no invitation in her approach, and while Dante could feel the desire and push begin, it was nowhere near strong enough for him to push the issue now.  He knew when the time came she would ask.  And when it came, he would not make the same mistake as last year.

Instead now he pressed his cheek back to hers, then trailed his own kisses down her shoulder as she rested her head on his shoulders.  

Her happiness was infectious.  Glancing playfully back, he slid out from under and danced a few steps forward, a challenging smirk quirking his brow.  With a tilt of his head he invited her to a chase or a race, knowing he would lose but lightheartedly excited to simply run with her a while.