Author’s Note: This is a light, humorous, steamy story, inspired by a playfully seductive moment in a ballet set to Josef Strauss’s waltz “Pearls of Love,” as performed by the Vienna State Ballet at the 2023 New Year’s Celebration concert. I’m so glad Andrea and Gonda mentioned that the concert would be shown on PBS. Thank you, my friends!

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The tinkling brass bell on the door of a gourmet food shop mingled with a customer’s satisfied sigh as she exited into the February twilight. Clutching a sizable shopping bag along with her briefcase and purse, Catherine hummed happily to herself as she carefully bypassed icy patches on the sidewalk. The precious items she had ordered days earlier had been ready and waiting, and she needed to make sure they arrived at their destination intact. Her plans had been carefully constructed for more than a month. Now all she had left to do was hurry home, change into a very special outfit, and head Below.

She was looking forward to joining her tunnel family for tomorrow evening’s Valentine’s Day party, but their invitation had put a rather large wrinkle in the timing of her plans to surprise Vincent with a special holiday gift – one that definitely was not meant to be shared with family and friends. However, that wrinkle was about to be smoothed away.

An hour later, with the heavy bag in her grasp, she arrived at the threshold to the tunnel world. She quickly tapped out a message to let Vincent know she would soon join him but asked that he remain in his chamber instead of coming to meet her. While awaiting his reply, she pictured the surprise and pleasure on his beloved face, an image quickly confirmed by his eager response on the pipes and delicious ripples within their bond.

Her lips softened in a secret smile as she walked along the familiar route, feeling the soft velvet of her skirt sway against her legs. She wondered what Vincent would think when she revealed the finery concealed beneath her coat, chosen just for him in celebration of their second Valentine’s Day together. Her mind drifted toward lovely moments that might soon be theirs to share. Romantic moments…very romantic… maybe even —

“Hey, Catherine! Wait up!”

She nearly dropped the shopping bag as she spun toward a duet of chirpy voices and the beat of pounding footsteps.

“Geoffrey! Eric! Where did you come from?!”

Geoffrey’s smile dimmed. “We’re sorry! We didn’t mean to scare you.”

Eric held up a covered container. “We’re on our way back from bringing some dinner to Cullen down in his workshop, and we heard on the pipes you were going to see Vincent.”

“So, we ran to catch up,” Geoffrey added. “But I guess you didn’t hear us coming.”

She smiled at them. “I guess I was thinking so hard about something, that I wasn’t aware of anything else. But don’t worry – no harm done. And I’m always happy to see you.”

“We’re always happy to see you, too!” A rosy blush tinted Geoffrey’s freckled cheeks. He hoped she hadn’t taken his words the wrong – or right – way.

“That happens to me, too, sometimes,” Eric commented as the trio started walking toward the home chambers.

“What do you mean?” Catherine asked. “What happens to you, too?”

“You know, thinking about something else when you’re supposed to be – well, thinking about a different something else.” He grinned. “Especially in some of our classes.”

Geoffrey nodded knowingly. “Yeah, definitely in certain ones.”

She gasped in mock surprise. “Not Vincent’s classes, I hope.”

“No, not Vincent’s!” Eric blurted. “I meant Father’s!”

Geoffrey grinned as he punched his friend in the arm. “Now you’re in trouble!”

“Am I?” Eric’s eyes blinked rapidly as he stared at Catherine. “You’re not gonna tell Father what I said, are you?”

“Of course not.” At his sigh of relief, she added, “I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep mine.”

The boys exchanged wide-eyed glances. A secret about to be shared by an adult? This was an unexpected opportunity, and they’d never been known to turn one down.

“Is it about what’s in your bag?” Eric asked. “I bet it’s a present for Vincent! Am I right?”

“Eric, you’re not supposed to ask those kinds of questions.” Geoffrey’s hopefully curious tone belied his protest. “Maybe it’s personal.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind – this time.” She laughed lightly. “Yes, it’s a Valentine’s Day present for Vincent.” She set the bag on the stony floor and let the boys peer into it. “And it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Strawberries! A really big basket of them!” Geoffrey’s eyes widened. “We hardly ever get strawberries!”

“And chocolate – a whole box of it!” Eric’s mouth hung open. “I love chocolate!”

She knew they’d never ask, yet one look at their hopeful faces made her decision an easy one. “Would you each like a few berries and pieces of chocolate? I’m sure Vincent wouldn’t mind sharing.”

But as Eric started to say ‘yes, please,’ Geoffrey said just the opposite. “No, thanks. We don’t want to take part of your gift for Vincent. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Yes, it would!” Eric stared at his friend as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “Catherine said so!”

“Eric’s right. Really, I brought more than enough for just the two of us. You’d actually be helping if you let me give some to you.”

Eric’s eyes brightened. “Yeah, we’re not supposed to waste stuff, especially food. Remember?”

It took only a second or two for Geoffrey to agree with that reasoning. “Okay, but just a little.”

She put a half-dozen large strawberries and several small squares of chocolate into the empty container which had held Cullen’s dinner. “But let’s not tell anyone else about this, all right?”

“We promise! Right, Eric?”

Eric stood a little taller. “Right! You can trust us. We won’t forget you said this is supposed to be a surprise.” He frowned and tilted his head. “But Valentine’s Day isn’t until tomorrow. How come you’re giving Vincent a present now?”

“You’re coming to the party, aren’t you?” Geoffrey added.

“I wouldn’t miss the party for anything, and neither would Vincent. That’s why I’m giving him his present early – so we’ll have plenty of time to enjoy the party with you tomorrow night.”

“Good idea!” Then with hushed cries of “Thanks again, Catherine!” the boys scampered off with their treasure, to enjoy it – she hoped – somewhere no one else would discover its existence.

She retrieved the shopping bag and continued on her way. For just a few seconds, she lingered at the entrance to Vincent’s chamber, savoring the warmth of anticipation as her heart began to race. Then, unable to wait a moment longer, she stepped over the threshold and into his waiting arms.

“Catherine, you’re here.”

The sound of his smoky, velvet voice wrapped her in warmth and wanting, and she trembled, unable to murmur anything more than his name. All too soon, he gently lowered his arms and stood back to gaze at her. For several moments, the glow in his eyes made her entirely forget every hope and plan and dream that had inspired her visit — until her arm started to ache and she winced.

He glanced down at the bag. “May I take that from you? It looks heavy.”

“It is. Could you please put it over by the table?” Knowing he would be curious about the contents but too reticent to inquire, she added, “It’s a surprise Valentine’s Day present for you.”

“For me?” The incredulous tone in his voice saddened her. How could he still not believe he deserved everything, let alone a simple gift like this?

“Well, it’s for both of us, actually.” She followed him to the table, slipping off her coat and tossing it onto the end of his bed on the way. “I know the party is tomorrow, but I thought we could enjoy a little treat tonight, just the two of us.”

Having placed the bag on the carpeted floor, he turned to her, and any words he might have intended to say skittered just beyond his reach, as unattainable as he once believed all his dreams to be. Dreams just like the one standing before him, the tawny satin strands of her hair gleaming in the candlelight, the lithe curves of her body clad in clinging rose-tinted silk and velvet, his crystal suspended on its golden chain nestled between her breasts, the love on her soft lips and in her starry eyes being offered only to him.

He took a deep breath. “Catherine, you are so beautiful.”

Her smile glowed. “I wanted to wear something special tonight for our celebration.”

He allowed his gaze to caress her, barely resisting the urge to follow it with his hands and mouth. “As beautiful as your clothing is, it cannot compare with the beauty of the woman you are.”

A quiver of anticipation fluttered through their bond, telling of promises that might soon be kept.

There were so many things she wished to say, but instead she turned toward her gift. “I hope you like strawberries and chocolate.”

“I do. They are a rare treat, something to be savored.” He watched with interest as she placed the basket of strawberries and a glossy white box on the table, along with a small copper-bottomed saucepan, a porcelain bowl, a large metal spoon, and a few linen napkins. Upon opening the box, she unwrapped several squares of dark chocolate and placed them in the pan.

He reached for the discarded lid of the chocolate box. “From Belgium. I once read that this is the finest chocolate in the world.” A slight frown began to replace his look of awe. “Catherine, you shouldn’t spend your money on things for me. It’s too much –“  His voice faltered at the raised eyebrow look she cast him.

“I enjoy buying special treats to share with the people I love. But…” She shrugged her silk-clad shoulders. “If you’d rather I give my gifts to someone else, I suppose I could find someone who wants them. Do you have anyone in mind?”

She grinned as he immediately shook his head. “Good, because neither do I!” She handed him the pan. “I thought we could melt the chocolate and dip the strawberries in it. The two flavors will taste amazing together. So, can you start a fire in the brazier?”

He wanted to tell her another type of fire had started the moment she’d arrived in his chamber. But instead, he answered, “It’s a wonderful idea. I’ve never had such a delicacy before. And to share it with you will be…” He shrugged as if emerging from a dream only to find it had not been a dream at all. “It will be…”

“Delicious?”

He returned her delighted smile. “Yes, it will be delicious.”

Soon, sweet, dark chocolate slowly melted in the pan, while the glistening red fruit waited in its basket. She gave the molten chocolate another careful stir. “This has to be done slowly so it won’t burn. But it won’t be long until we can enjoy our Valentine treat.”

“I’m already enjoying it,” he murmured before he could think better of it.

Her hand faltered as she turned her head swiftly to look up at him. “I am, too, but this is only the beginning.” She forced herself to focus on the melting chocolate, hoping fervently this would not turn out to be yet another one-step-forward-two-steps-back moment. “Not much longer until it can be poured into the bowl. Then, everything should be ready.”

He glanced around his chamber. Candles gleaming in sconces and holders offered just enough light. Two comfortable chairs were ready and waiting by a small marquetry table. Mellow tones of russet and amber glowed from the arch of stained glass behind his bed. Mounds of pillows and soft quilts waited on…

He shook his head before the images could evolve further, then diverted his thoughts to another matter. “Perhaps I should put an unlit lantern in the corridor, so we won’t be disturbed by visitors.”

“Good idea! I already ran into Geoffrey and Eric on the way, and I gave them some strawberries and chocolate. But they promised not to say a word to anyone.”

“I think we can trust them to keep the secret. They’re good children, and they’re very fond of you.” He walked swiftly toward the chamber entrance, grabbed the handle of a large oil-fueled lantern from its place just inside the doorway, and stepped quickly into the passageway.

“Vincent! You startled me!”

Mary laughed lightly, then pointed at the darkened lantern in his hand, identical to the one she carried. “It looks like we have the same plans for the evening.”

He tried to hide his startlement by telling himself she couldn’t possibly mean…

“The same plans?”

She swung the handle of her unlit lantern. “I ran out of oil, too. I’m just on my way to the supply room for more. Why don’t you come along with me? It’s been ages since we last had a nice chat.” She began walking toward her destination, then stopped abruptly when she realized he had not joined her.

“Vincent? If you’re busy doing something in your chamber, would you like me to bring some oil back for you? It’s no bother.”

“Well, thank you for the offer, but I don’t actually need any oil right now.”

She shook her head. “Nonsense! There’s not a drop left. If you have other things to attend to, I’ll just bring some back for you. It won’t take more than a few minutes. Or I can take yours with me and fill it for you.” She reached for the lantern, nearly stumbling as he yanked it out of her reach.

“Mary, I really don’t need more oil. I was –” He glanced toward his chamber, then back at the dawning awareness on her face. “I was putting the lantern in the doorway because –”

“Because you wanted privacy!” A slight blush tinged her cheeks. “I completely forgot I heard on the pipes that Catherine was Below. And here I am keeping you out here talking when you want to spend time with her!”

She began to bustle away, but he called her back. “Please stay and visit with Catherine for a few minutes. She’ll be disappointed to find she’s missed you.”

She hesitated. “If you’re sure –”

“We’re both sure,” Catherine called from the doorway. “I heard your voice, and I didn’t want you to leave before we had a chat. Please come in.”

“Well, just for a few minutes, dear.”

Vincent stowed the temporarily unneeded lantern and followed the women into his chamber.

“Here, take this chair,” Catherine suggested, as the older woman continued to hover near the entryway. “You’ll be more comfortable.”

Mary’s gaze darted to the items on the table, swept over Catherine’s alluring outfit, and then rested on the faces of her friends. “No, I really can’t stay and interrupt your – your plans – whatever they might be. I mean –”

“We don’t have plans,” Vincent said quickly. “Catherine just brought some supplies down for the Valentine’s Day party.”

Catherine nodded firmly. “Yes, that’s it. No other plans really.”

Mary frowned, clearly not buying what they were selling. “But you’re wearing such a pretty outfit. And you’re already melting all that nice chocolate which must be for those lovely strawberries, and the party isn’t until tomorrow.”

“Well, I had some time to spare tonight, so I thought we’d get an early start.” Catherine winced at the sound of her flimsy excuse and the sight of Vincent nodding in vigorous support. “That’s why I’m here.”

“Of course, what else could it be?” Mary’s agreeable reply tussled with her raised eyebrows and rosy blush. “But nevertheless, I must be going.” She waved her lantern in the direction of the doorway. “I have things to do, and I’m sure you have as well.”

Catherine hurriedly piled several strawberries and a few wrapped squares of chocolate onto a cloth napkin and tied the ends tightly together. “Mary, please take this with you for a treat later on.”

Mary put the package in her apron pocket. “Thank you, dear, it’s very kind of you. It will make a delicious bedtime snack. But now I really must go!” She scuttled away, pausing only long enough to snatch a corner of a tapestry from its hook and let the cloth drape to cover the entryway behind her.

“Oh, Vincent, we’ve embarrassed her. I feel terrible. We need to –” Her words faltered at the sight of a strawberry-hued glow staining the skin beneath pale gold stubble.

“She didn’t believe anything we said, did she?” He dipped his head for a moment before turning a troubled gaze toward Catherine. “What must she think of us?”

She sighed softly. Her hopeful dreams seemed to be fading before they ever had a chance to blossom, and she could not bear to see that happen. “We both know what Mary was thinking,” she began, choosing her words carefully. “She was thinking she had interrupted a private moment… a romantic moment… and she did her best to leave quickly so we could… we could continue what we were doing.”

He turned away, hiding his expression behind a curtain of bronze and gold. “And it does not bother you, Catherine? It does not concern you that Mary would think such things of us?”

There was no hesitation in her voice, in her hands, in her heart. Taking his chin in a firm but gentle grasp, she turned his face to hers. “If that’s what Mary thought, then it makes me happy. It makes me proud and relieved.” The incredulous glimmer in his eyes underscored her determination. “Loving you, being loved by you is the most wonderful part of my life. I don’t ever want us to feel we need to hide our love from anyone. Not now, not ever.”

He gazed into her eyes, searching for the truth, finding it, savoring it. “Oh, my Catherine,” he murmured, “my Catherine…” He covered her hands with his, then slowly leaned closer, then closer still.

“Vincent? Hey, Vincent, you in there?”

Stunned by the unexpected sound, it took a few seconds for the couple to come to their senses and spin toward the doorway. Like a pair of sculpted statues, they stared, frozen in silence as Kanin, juggling an armful of rolled blueprints, jostled his way past the useless woven barrier and into the chamber.

“Did you know the tapestry was down? Something happen to the hook? I can bring some tools by and fix it for you tomorrow.”  Focused only on the unwieldy burden in his arms, he barged ahead and dropped the rolls on the desk. “I thought we could go over the plans for the nursery expansion tonight since you’re not busy.”

Grabbing one of the blueprints, he began unrolling it as he turned toward Vincent. “Here, take a look at this one. I figure if we carve out –”

His eyes widened as they flashed across the scene before him. A basket overflowing with red, ripe strawberries. A bubbling pan of glistening dark chocolate. A heap of coals burning in the brazier. Candles flickering in sconces. Catherine clad in clinging silk and velvet. Vincent staring back at him with a shocked look that probably mirrored his own.

“Aw, geez, I’m sorry.” Kanin ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know what you were doing tonight. I mean, I still don’t know!” Yet another face began to take on a strawberry sheen. “And anyway, it’s none of my business!”

He spun toward the doorway, turned back as if to gather up the blueprints, then pivoted again empty-handed. “So, forget I was ever here, okay?”

The unexpected sound of Vincent’s low laugh froze the stone carver where he stood.

“Kanin, it’s all right. We were just, well, we were just –”

Catherine grinned. “We were just going to see if we could have a little pre-Valentine’s Day treat, but we’re off to a slow start.”

Kanin grinned back at his friends. “So that’s where Eric and Geoffrey got the goodies they were hiding behind their backs. I passed Mary in the passageway not long after I saw them, and she was moving pretty quickly, too. I figured the boys were trying to make sure she didn’t spot their stash, but now I’ve got a different take on things.” He shook his head, chuckling softly. “Including taking myself out of here – right now.”

He headed toward the doorway, then turned back and looked longingly toward the Valentine’s Day treats. “I hate to ask, but I don’t suppose you could spare a couple of those pieces of chocolate for Livvy, could you? Chocolate’s her favorite.”

“Of course, we can.” Catherine scooped up several of the still-wrapped squares and dropped them into a small pottery bowl Vincent handed to her. “And some strawberries?”

Kanin shook his head. “She can’t eat them. Breaks out in a miserable rash after just one bite. And that would certainly spoil things for later.” His faded blush reignited. “I mean, well, you know.”

Without another word, he gathered the blueprints back into a bundle and hoisted it into his arms as he balanced the little bowl in one hand. “Vincent, could you get the tapestry for me?”

Eager to assist his friend’s departure in any way possible, Vincent hurried to the entry and held the curtain aloft.

Kanin hesitated on the threshold for only a few seconds. “And, uh, thanks, and sorry again, and – aw hell, enjoy your evening!”

Vincent couldn’t suppress a wide grin. “We hope to.”

In a heartbeat, he had lowered the tapestry and was back at Catherine’s side. “He’s gone. Ready to try again without any interruptions this time?”

“Try what again?” She slowly moved closer. “Do you mean what we were about to do before Kanin interrupted?”

He tilted his head in that way she always found so disarming. “Actually, I meant we should finish melting the chocolate and prepare our treat while we still have some ingredients left.”

She sighed heavily but her eyes twinkled at him. “I suppose you’re right.”

Just a few minutes later, she gave the slowly bubbling chocolate a final careful stir, then looked for a spot to set the spoon aside. An irresistible idea came to her at once. She raised the spoon to her mouth and licked the back of its warm, curved surface, then held it up to him, feeling a quiver of delight at the look simmering in his eyes.

With only the tiniest hesitation, he leaned closer and opened his mouth, his tongue flicking forward to whisk the dripping chocolate from the bowl of the spoon with slow, deliberate licks. Through the bond, he felt her heart pulsate in time with his as he reached for the spoon, pulled it from her hand, and dropped it carelessly to the floor. The warmth of his breath caressed her lips, as the rasp of his voice caressed other parts of her body.

“Are you enjoying our Valentine treat?”

She could only nod rapidly.

“So am I.” He stroked the side of her face, his mouth moving, closer, then closer still…as the chamber was invaded by the all too familiar sounds of the violated tapestry being swept away and a rhythmic tap-tap-tap echoing on the stone floor. The pair leapt apart and swung toward the entryway.

“A little bird told me Catherine has been seen Below bearing a gift of strawberries. Can it be true?” Father trotted past the heavily breathing couple and farther into the chamber, for once apparently oblivious to any romantic goings-on which might require his immediate quashing. His eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on the object of his desire. “And so, it is true! How splendid!”

He set aside his cane and reached for a handful of the luscious fruit, bringing the treasure to his nose and inhaling deeply. “Ahhh, my favorite! Why, the very fragrance brings back so many wonderful memories of summer days at Granny’s cottage in Sussex.” He sighed happily. “No finer place in the world for a lad – ambling through fields in the sunshine, bees buzzing, birds chirping, not a care in the world. Halcyon days, I tell you. Nothing better!”

Vincent stared at his parent who had begun blissfully popping one glistening berry after another into his mouth, pausing only long enough to regale them with additional details of his childhood recollections. While hesitant to hurt his father’s feelings by disturbing his pleasurable musings, Vincent knew he had to find a way to quickly bring the reminiscences to a suitable conclusion and send the older man on his way.

Catherine’s thoughts, however, were less charitable, involving visions of the Heimlich maneuver, violent allergic reactions, and boiling chocolate cascading over a grey-haired head. It took all her strength not to reach for the spoon lying at her feet and hurl it at a very deserving target.

But, she reminded herself reluctantly, this was Father, and she couldn’t risk spoiling the progress she’d made with the man who exerted so much influence over Vincent. She would find the strength to endure, she had to, at least for as long as it took to think of a workable plan to end this extremely unwanted intrusion. She forced herself to smile at the tunnel patriarch, who was still recounting his boyhood tales, while still managing to down one strawberry after another.

“Did I ever tell you of the time Granny made some lovely berry tarts and left them on the window ledge to cool? Of course, my chums and I, being rascals of a sort back in our younger days, decided to nick a few for ourselves. Oh, Granny was quite put out when she discovered what had happened!”

He paused for a chortling laugh from his strawberry-stained lips. “Delightful story, you know! But I must start at the beginning and not leave out a single detail. Let me see. It all began when –”

Before he could utter another word, Catherine’s vow of stoicism died a quick death. She scooped up several additional berries, piled them into an old mug, and shoved it into his hand. “Strawberries always go so well with a nice cup of tea. You must have some brewing back in the study. You’ll probably enjoy them much more that way, won’t you?”

“Well, yes, of course.” He nodded his head toward the pan of melting chocolate. “Don’t much care for chocolate, actually. I’ve always quite preferred tea with my berries, although I suppose there’s something to be said for a nice cup of hot cocoa, as well.” He licked his lips, then to Vincent and Catherine’s immediate – but ultimately short-lived relief — he continued, “Still, hot drinks must wait. I haven’t finished my story. You do want to hear the rest of it, don’t you?” A long overdue awareness began to dawn in his eyes. “Unless you have other plans I might be interrupting.”

“Of course, we want to hear the rest of your story.” Vincent’s voice was tinged with the guilt only his father could inspire. “Our plans – if we had any – can wait until later.” He gestured toward his most inviting chair. “Sit here, Father. Make yourself comfortable.”

The older man trundled in the indicated direction as Vincent turned to give Catherine an apologetic look — only to have that look turn to a quizzical stare, followed by a knowing smile. In a few seconds, the problem would be solved, thanks to the quick retrieval of a handy metal spoon, a pipe running along the wall behind the table, and Catherine’s ever-increasing skill with pipe codes.

About to lower himself onto the cushions, Father froze and tilted his head. “Oh dear, such bad luck. I wonder what Mary could possibly want.” He sighed and straightened, still clutching in one hand the gift Catherine had thrust upon him and grasping his cane with the other. “Well, I suppose I must go and find out.”

“Yes, of course, you must.” Vincent seized his father’s elbow and propelled him toward the doorway at as rapid a pace as possible. “And we’ll look forward to hearing the rest of your story some other time.”

Eyes narrowing slightly, Father looked carefully at his son, then seemed to shake off his suspicions. “Well, since I’m apparently needed elsewhere, I suppose there’s no other choice, is there?”

“No.” Vincent shook his head firmly, hoping his expression looked believably regretful. “I’m afraid not.”

After Father exited, Vincent quickly placed the unlit lantern in the corridor, then pulled the tapestry closed again for good measure. There was always the chance one of those indicators might thwart the next potential visitor. Surely their luck was due to change.

Catherine sighed and flopped onto the chair recently vacated by their latest unwelcome guest. “Do you think Cullen might be around somewhere?”

“Why?! Haven’t we had enough company for one evening?”

A snort of laughter took the edge off her reply. “More than enough! But we need to make sure the installation of a door for your chamber is next on his construction list.”

He chuckled in agreement. “A very sturdy door with a lock that can’t be picked.”

“Absolutely!” She contrived a look of wide-eyed innocence as she rose to her feet and began to walk slowly in his direction. “And a thick layer of soundproofing would be nice. In fact, I think that’s an absolute necessity.”  As yet another fruit-stained blush crept up Vincent’s neck and across his stubbled cheeks, she added, “In case we want to listen to music or read aloud to one another without disturbing anyone, you know, that kind of thing.”

To her delight, he slowly grinned back at her. “Yes…that kind of thing…”

Vaguely aware of a faint gurgling sound, they looked toward the pan of chocolate still slowly bubbling on the brazier and the quite depleted basket of strawberries. She frowned. “But a non-existent door isn’t going to solve our problem tonight.”

“No more than the unlit lantern in the corridor or the tapestry draped across the entryway have helped.” He shook his head. “It seems the rules respected elsewhere do not apply here.”

“You know, a reminder of those rules might be something to bring up at the next Council Meeting. Maybe I’ll suggest it to Father.” At his startled expression, she added, “Or maybe you can.”

“Maybe.” For long moments, he was silent, then with a sigh, he continued. “Catherine, do you think Father suspected we have other plans for the evening?”

She shrugged. “Probably, maybe, I don’t know for sure.” She took a deep breath. “But does it really matter? After all, I’m certain nearly everyone thinks we’re already – thinks we’ve been –” She forced herself to fall silent, sensing his eloquent, roiling emotions in their bond.

“Is that what you truly believe?” His voice was subdued, yet she heard far more than those few uttered words.

“Oh, Vincent, we’ve been together for nearly two years. Everyone knows how we feel about each other, including Father, even though he’s not willing to admit it. Would it bother you so very much if your family, our friends, assumed we are…”

She suddenly wondered if she should say the word aloud. Then to her elated surprise, he drew her into his arms, breathing his response in her ear as he nestled his head against hers. “Lovers?”

She hugged him tighter. “Yes, lovers in every sense of the word.”

“Catherine, I would be –”

The rustle and slap of heavy fabric smothered any further contemplation as the tapestry was once again thrust aside. Together, they swung toward the sound and together they groaned loudly.

Evoking uncanny and rather disturbing comparisons to his namesake, Mouse’s nose twitched as he swiveled his head from side to side. “Chocolate! Here somewhere!”

Spying the pan, he skittered across the room and stopped short in front of his quarry. He grinned down at the chocolate treat and then back at Vincent and Catherine. “Knew it! Mouse’s favorite!”

A quick visual inspection did not produce the marshmallows and warm milk for cocoa-making, or the plate of baked goods for dipping, which he’d expected to see, so in a flash he reached out to stick his fingers into the melted confection.

“Mouse, no!” Catherine’s shriek brought him to a halt just before he burned himself while simultaneously contaminating the entire contents of the pan.

He grinned self-consciously. “Uh-oh – too hot, right?”

“That, too,” Vincent muttered, moving the pan out of harm’s way.

Mouse frowned. “Why melt chocolate? Not a good way to eat it.”

Even though most of what was left of the strawberry stash was likely to be claimed by their latest visitor, Catherine pointed toward the basket Mouse so far had overlooked. “We were going to dip strawberries in it.”

“Put strawberries in chocolate?!” Mouse wrinkled his nose. “Sorry, not a good idea.” He shook his head. “Waste of chocolate for sure.”

Hope kindled across the bond. Maybe Mouse’s disapproval would inspire him to leave them in peace.

Hope died.

Mouse flung himself into a chair. “Saw something neat uptop today. In a big dumpster near the piers. Kind of dirty and smelled bad but –” His attention was diverted by Vincent rummaging through a desk drawer, then holding out a gold foil-wrapped object to him.

“Here! This is for you! Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Mouse’s eyes widened. “A whole bar of chocolate? All for me?”

“Yes. I’ve been saving it, but I want you to have it – now.”

“Thanks, Vincent!” Mouse grinned as he leaped to his feet to take possession of the unexpected treat, one that was far better than anything else the chamber had to offer. “Thanks a lot!”

Correctly anticipating Mouse’s next move, Catherine quickly added, “Don’t open it yet. Why don’t you go find Jamie and share it with her? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

Mouse’s shaggy hair bounced as he nodded his approval of the idea. “Like a Valentine for Jamie! Okay good, okay fine!” He scampered to the entry, vanishing as quickly as he’d appeared, but not before calling out one more “thank you” on the way.

For long moments, Vincent and Catherine simply stared at one another. Then the trembling of lips and rapid blinking of eyes led to unrestrained laughter that left them breathless and shaking, although not for the reasons they’d anticipated earlier.

She took a deep breath. “Well, this all seemed like a good idea at the time.” She waved an arm toward the small handful of berries still waiting in the basket and the chocolate still valiantly simmering in the saucepan. “But I guess it’s not going to work out after all, is it?”

“Oh, yes, it is!”

He grabbed the basket and dumped the strawberries into the chocolate. Ignoring tiny sticky splatters dotting the table, a linen napkin, and portions of his vest and shirt sleeves, he gripped the insulated handle of the pan securely in one hand and reached for Catherine with the other. “Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, she leaped to her feet. “Where are we going?”

His reply was a raspy growl she knew she’d follow anywhere. “Away from here!”

En route to the chamber entrance, he released her hand and grabbed a quilt from his bed. Seconds later, they’d darted past the tapestry and into the passageway.

“Here, let me help.” She took the pan and held it tightly. “Ready?”

“More than ready. And let’s go before everyone else decides this is the perfect time for a visit!”

Soon, breathless but determined, they reached their destination. He lit a single wall torch, suffusing a small, low-ceilinged chamber with flickering light, then delighted in her smile as she gazed at the water shimmering in a small, circular pool.

“Vincent, I had no idea a place like this existed! How did you find it?”

He took the pan from her and set it carefully onto a shallow ledge a few inches within the water’s depths. “I was exploring the area behind this portion of the Great Falls a few years ago and just happened upon it. It was a surprise to learn how warm the water is. As far as I know, no one else has discovered it.”

He tossed the quilt onto the smooth stone floor, then knelt and looked up at her. “I’ve wanted to share it with you, but it never seemed like the right time…until now.”

She dropped gracefully onto the quilt to kneel in front of him. “Now is the perfect time.” She stroked his face, trembling at his velvety skin, his soft sighs. “I’m glad you waited…but let’s not wait any longer.”

This kiss was nothing like those they’d shared before. In a heartbeat, what had always been promise and hope flared into passion and heat. It was everything they’d dreamed of…and more.

The world melted away. All the maddening interruptions, the thwarted plans, the prickling of doubts and delays. All that mattered was what they found in this one, long-awaited moment.

Slowly, with soft sighs and murmurs, they drew only the slightest bit apart, taking quivering breaths, looking into dazzled eyes.

“Catherine, I,” the husky rasp of his voice faltered, then grew stronger, “I have dreamed of this for so long.”

“So have I…and those dreams were wonderful, but this was…”

“Even better?”

“Much better!” She tilted her head. “And if one dream can come true, I think others can, too, don’t you?”

Without hesitation, he claimed her again as his own, lowering her to the quilt, cradling her in his arms at the edge of the pool. He gazed at her, savoring the sight of his fantasies brought to life. With his mouth no more than a breath away from hers, she wrapped her arms around him, urging him closer still, welcoming the weight of his body on hers.

Their kisses, gentle at first with the ebb and flow of discovery and delight, quickly grew in intensity, sending flames flickering through them, melding their bodies in a rush of hunger and heat until kisses would no longer enough.

As her hands entwined in the rough silk of his hair, binding him to her, he nuzzled into the curve of her neck, allowing himself to press his open mouth to her throat and caress the throbbing pulse he found there. The taste of her was beyond imagining. But still it was not enough. He needed more, so much more…but with a shuddering groan, he forced himself away and rolled to one side.

Unable to suppress a soft whimper, she opened her eyes and gazed into his. “Are you all right?” she asked softly.

“Yes, but this is…it’s all so…”

She smiled. “Amazing? Wonderful? Fantastic?”

To her pleasure and relief, he smiled back at her. “Yes, all of that.”

“But you’d be more comfortable if we took things a bit slower for now.”

For several seconds he hesitated as if at war with himself, then nodded. “Maybe for now.”

She reached for his hand and clasped it tightly in hers. “Then, that’s what we’ll do.” She gave his hand a squeeze, then released it as they pushed themselves to sit along the narrow ledge edging the pool. With his arm around her shoulders, he gently pulled her closer, and they sighed contentedly while their racing hearts and rushed breaths ebbed to a slow simmer.

She drifted a sideways glance toward him as she brushed back damp strands of hair from her forehead. “I hadn’t noticed how warm it was in here until now. Actually, quite steamy.”

He shot her an amused look. “Maybe it’s the water. It comes from hot springs deep in the earth. Since this chamber and the pool are relatively small, they retain a level of warmth that doesn’t occur so intensely in other places Below.”

“And is the water deep? Have you ever gone all the way in?”

“I have. It’s shaped like a basin. The water level comes up to the middle of my chest in the center, but the rest is much shallower.” He reached forward and flicked his hand along the surface. “It’s hot but it’s soothing, not at all uncomfortable.”

Catherine grinned. “It’s like having your own private hot tub.”

He gave her a quizzical look. “A hot tub? Is that something people enjoy Above?”

“It is. It’s kind of like a miniature swimming pool, but they’re not used for swimming, just sitting in and relaxing. Some people have their own, or you can use one at a spa or sometimes at a gym. My friend Nancy has one on her deck, so, of course, it’s more private that way.”

“And you have used Nancy’s hot tub?”

“A few times. It’s great to be in it on a cool, clear night – sitting in the hot bubbling water, looking up at the stars. It all feels amazing. Of course, it’s best when you have someone to share it with. Someone special.” She took in the questioning look on his face and laughed softly. “I was with Nancy and her husband and her kids. And we all wore bathing suits. It was nice, but I’m sure enjoying this one with you would be so much better.”

This time, his blush was a little less strawberry-toned. “We can come back here another time…if you’d like that…”

The warmth of her response rivaled that of the steamy water. “Oh, yes, I would like that very much.”

He nodded. “Then, it’s something we will do…perhaps soon.”

Her eyes twinkled. She couldn’t resist. “Just remind me when, so I’ll be sure to bring a bathing suit.”

His lips twitched as he tilted his head at her. “Well, if that’s what you want…”

She gasped as her eyes opened wide. Had he really said that? She stared at him — an image of serenity, except for the smoldering look in his eyes. A look that spoke of promise and possibility.

She longed to reach for him, then remembered her earlier promise to be patient, a pledge that, as the waves swirling through their bond seemed to prove, might no longer be wanted or needed. And yet…

Do not mess this up, she warned herself. Take it slow. Small steps.

The steaminess in the chamber seemed to have steadily increased, and they both found themselves breathing a bit heavier, leaning a bit closer. A tantalizing balance of wanting and waiting, craving and caution.

Then inspiration struck.

She leaned forward and tugged off her soft suede boots and cashmere socks and tossed them to one side, then pulled her skirt up above her knees. “I think I’ll dangle my feet in the water,” she said. “Want to join me?”

Hesitation no longer seemed to be part of his decision-making process. Within moments, he’d removed his boots and socks, rolled his pants up to his knees, and eased his legs into the water. She leaned against him, then splashed her feet gently, stirring whispers of rising steam in a sensuous yet soothing rhythm.

“This feels heavenly.” She sighed deeply as his arm slid around her. “I could stay here with you forever.”

“Forever is a long time, Catherine,” he said softly.

“Forever will never be long enough,” she replied, cuddling closer as he kissed the top of her head and murmured his agreement. Then she felt his lips quiver in a soft rumbling laugh. Tilting her head back, she smiled up at him. “What?”

The rough silk strands of his hair stroked her face in a caress. “Things certainly didn’t turn out the way we’d expected tonight.” His eyes seemed to glow in the soft light. “But somehow it has all been…exactly right.”

“It has, hasn’t it?” she murmured with a satisfied sigh. “Even after everything that happened earlier, I wouldn’t change a thing. Would you?”

“Just one. I wish we’d been able to enjoy your delicious gift.”

Together, they looked toward the little pan still waiting in the heated water. He leaned forward and reached for the handle, then set the dripping container onto the quilt. The last few strawberries lay submerged in the melted chocolate as if waiting for them.

“It’s not too late. Go ahead – try one,” she urged.

He began to reach for a berry, then paused. “I’m not sure how to do this.”

“I’ll show you.” She grasped the stem of a berry, swirled it through the chocolate, then plucked it from the pan to hold the glistening morsel close to his mouth. “Now, take a bite.”

The contrast of sharp and sweet, firm and soft, flesh and juice tantalized his senses, stirred his response. Half-closed eyes, a soft moan of pleasure, a slow sweep of his tongue against his lips. “So delicious…”

It was enough to make her wildly jealous of that small succulent fruit. Then she smiled, knowing her turn would come. She dropped the berry’s stem and leaves onto the quilt, then dipped her fingers into the silky chocolate again. “Would you like another?”

“Yes, I would.” He parted his lips to receive her offering, then paused. “But you should have one, too.”

“I will, but you take a bite first.” She brought the berry closer, trembling as he bit it in half and sighed in satisfaction. But just as he was about to devour the rest, she turned it away with a slow curve of her wrist and eased it into her mouth. She mirrored his languorous gaze, the slow sweep of tongue against moist lips, the sigh of satisfaction.

His eyes opened wide, all coherent thought melting in the flames smoldering within. Yielding to temptation, he reached for a strawberry, and, gazing deep into her eyes, offered it to her. But when she opened her mouth to enclose it, he chose instead to stroke the slick surface of the dripping chocolatey morsel over her lips, once and then again and again. And when she swirled its surface with her tongue before drawing it into her mouth, he was flooded with sensations that until now had existed only in his dreams.

He drew in a deep raspy breath as she tipped back her head, offering him the juicy sweetness lingering on her parted lips. A throbbing rush filled their bond, evoking soft moans, rasped breaths. Until this moment, he’d only known the shadow world of dreams. But this was real. Desire wrapped up like a seductive gift, his to take, to unwrap, to savor. And to give to her in return.

One by one, the last of the chocolate-drenched strawberries were consumed in slow, lingering offerings, until the sensuous interlude came to its inevitable end. They melted into each other’s arms as the fire sizzling without and within banked from a blaze to a simmer They were content – for now – to revel in all they had shared, to gaze ahead with soft sighs of pleasure to all that awaited them.

“It’s late,” he murmured all too soon. “We should go back.”

She sighed. “Yes, I suppose we should.”

They sluiced steamy water over sweet-sticky fingers, retrieved discarded socks and boots, dried the damp skin of their feet and legs with the quilt. A little burst of pleasure fluttered in her heart. He had made no attempt to hide himself from her. It was such a simple thing compared to the passion they’d just shared, yet it was to be cherished just as much in its pledge of comfort and trust. Another precious step forward toward next time…toward more…soon…

Standing at the edge of the pool, she gazed out over the water glimmering in the soft light. “Thank you for sharing this special place with me, for making it ours.”

“I would share everything I have with you, Catherine. Everything I am.”

Their bond was filled with light, warming, nurturing, sheltering them in its strength.

She echoed his pledge. “And I would share everything I have with you, Vincent. Everything I am.”

“I could wish for nothing more.”

“Nor could I.” Her smile glowed up at him. “I believe wishes can come true, don’t you?”

“Oh, my Catherine,” he whispered just before he kissed her, sealing their vows. “They already have.”