After you had revealed to the whole of our world you held a sliver of star power, then made the Drop, then Ascended alone with barely a fraction of Danika’s soul left, and you had claimed powers from Luna’s Horn, and all the millions and millions of souls who had made the drop previously - Isaiah, who had come into more power, bless him, decided to throw a ball.

It was a marked occasion on everyone’s calendars. And it would be annually.

The Starlight Ball - he had decided. I told him you’d shake your head and laugh about it, and spend hours trying to find the right dress for it.

Speaking of, that right dress was currently stopping me from ravaging you, in our hotel room above the venue of the ball. Despite being the guest of honour you’d taken the liberty of elongating your normally 2 hour makeup routine. Replacing signing in the mirror, to moaning in the shower. A brilliant alternative if I do say so myself.

“This.. fucking.. dress.” I grumble, fiddling with the two thousand buttons on the back. “Why’d you pick a dress with so many buttons sweetheart?” Whenever I called her that she knew I wasn’t really angry. Either that or I’m livid. Definitely teetering on the edge because that fucking dress-

“Stop. Stop.” You laugh, and save us trouble by turning around; so I can unbutton it properly. “You were so close to ripping it.”

“Hm. I was not.” I take a breath and calmly unhook each satin covered button revealing more and more of the flawless silky skin of your back, beside that tattoo. I still when all the buttons are undone. My fingers trace your spine and you arch subconsciously. I lean close and kiss the back of your neck, then your shoulder. “Have I told you I loved you today?”