a Happy Christmas Date [Giovanni & Nimue]

So they would eat, Nimue tried first without her really noticing he waited for her and she said it was good, she liked places that served not traditional Japanese dishes, she liked these dishes but still after so many years wasn't used to literally rice at every part of the day. No this was nicer and she liked how they had suddenly gone and that it all fitted perfectly. They chitchatted about today and Nimue felt the tug in her stomach that she was happy but also guilty that she had no gift. She should have found something else after her adventure in trying to find tickets for the Christmas concert. From time to time she glanced at the man that she really liked. She blushed when she thought about how he made her really happy and she thought for a second about her father but it did not make her sad, she looked up to the ceiling and for just a moment thanked him from bringing Giovanni on her path. She got up when she finished her brunch, saying she wanted to wash her hands and gave him another kiss on his cheek before she left.

Albeit she quickly returned and felt a little giddy, "I don't have much other plans for today but maybe it's good if we prepare our Christmas dinner a bit, and if you don't mind, I won't say no to a romantic Christmas movie." The idea of snuggling close to him in his big mansion and with a warm blanket was definitely something she did not want to miss on a day like today. The snow even made the atmosphere better and the Christmas tree that they decorated a few weeks ago made it like a peaceful place. Yea, she definitely looked forward to today.

She nodded, glad he did not mind the idea of staying home and cooking together and watching a movie in her eyes there was nothing more romantic than doing that. So she smiled brightly when he accepted and she bit her lip shortly. Every time he paid for them she tried to tell herself that he enjoyed that because she knew he did. She wasn't poor herself but definitely, a fancy restaurant like this or everything else that they did could be rather expensive. Maybe she should ask. She took his hand, "You-you don't mind that I never pay, right? You can be honest?" She had a little bit of a worry in her eyes because what if he did mind, she should be able to do something. God, she did not even have a present for him and she shortly touched the amulet he had given her, and this one was so beautiful. She should not start to feel guilty, today should be perfect and it was already.

She let go of his wrist, that was technically more what she held than his hand and she looked at it as he did and she nodded, "Yea, sure." With that she got up, thanked the waiter and followed Giovanni. Okay, maybe she could give him something, she clung to his arm and as she thought before she could add just more things and she leaned with her head against his shoulder, "that was nice," She asked about the dishes they could make, should they still pick up ingredients at her house? Probably not he was a chef, restaurant owner and so on, she was sure the man had everything and she actually had not seen his kitchen really well last time so she surely wanted to see it now. Hm, she could not wait to just be that couple-y together and cook and watch a movie. Yea, today would be great.

she frowned a little, it was not that the answer was hated by her but maybe one day she could just pay something that she could afford, it helped not to spend her money on things that the government or hospital should do but well, that was that. She thought about it a little and just did not want to spoil the fun a little or a lot so she just let it be again for today. She would be so close to him and yet so happy that it was a lot of fun. As usual he opened the door for her and she would sit down and wait for him to come around too. So she asked what they could do as she picked the music, finding the music she had heard on the first day they went to the trip to get her a wardrobe. Sentimental sometimes was good, right?

Now that they were driving and talking about food, she looked up surprised when he suggested cakes and she grinned, "I like that idea a lot." So discussing the courses, she suggested to prepare everything they already could do once they got home or well at his home, but she had just plainly called it home. She wanted to kiss him for his cake comment and see what he all had in his home that they could make but she resisted. The thing she could do was put her hand on his knee, to sort of stay close and keep this romantic atmosphere around them. But that was it, and she had to let go of that too, you know for sanity reasons. But when they arrived she unfastened her seatbelt and kissed him on the cheek, leaning over the middle part of the car to be able to kiss him more, "You are amazing." She simply said because she wanted him to have the best Christmas, time to make herself the present by giving him kisses whenever he wanted and she would find a way to draw him, sketch him quickly, she might suggest he would do the kitchen work so she could watch and sneak out, would he be so absorbed the work as a chef?

She felt like she got hit with too much lust or anything. She wasn't sure what to do but she wanted everything from him, just kissing him that was maybe enough for now but god he was so cute. But he broke the kiss and apologized to her, which made a soft smile appear on her lips and her eyes carefully looking for his. She put her hand softly on his cheek and with her thumb pushed against his lip, "Sssh it's fine. It's Christmas." And Christmas was for love and showing affection whether in this way or others and whether for family or like them a couple. It was fine. Besides they were in his garden, on his lawn, who cared? "I have to be honest." she whispered in his ear, "I don't mind at all." But well they could not stay in the car forever, they had plans, things to do, not just all this. So she turned away from him and looked over her shoulder, "But let's go prepare for dinner. I like to do it early so we don't have to spend hours at once in the kitchen." Albeit that was her secret plan and she would work on it rather soon. She knew exactly how she would put the chef to work and so she could do her own. His place was perfect for that. If she would sit at the dining table she would be able to watch him while he worked in the kitchen. It was only a matter of time before he would offer to do it by himself and she would just go and do the sketch or drawing, depending on how much time she had for him.

Yes, this was perfect. So she got out of the car, albeit a bit wobbly, maybe she ate too much and not paying attention to the road made her realize a little too late she was nauseous. Oh, would go over as she took a deep breath of fresh air and looked at the snow around his mansion. It was a pretty sight for sure.

She looked at him when he rushed to her side to make sure she would remain upright. "I am fine, I am fine." She mumbled and she looked up at him as he held her and brought her to the house. He put her on a chair at the dining table and she watched the smug smile on his face and rolled her eyes. "Yes, I am fine, silly." She pushed softly against his shoulder, "Don't look so proud." But it was fine and she watched him and would quickly get up to steal his own art stuff from the sunroom while he was distracted. She put it on the chair next to her when she sat back, it really helped the fresh air from before.

"Do you have strawberries? We could make a Christmas cake." Or well you, she had other important things to do. So she would talk about the cake and instruct him how to make it, only to apologize a little later because even if it was a traditional Japanese cake, it was still cake and he probably knew how to do that. When Giovanni was busy she took the paper and the pencil and started her work. Soon enough being absorbed into it and forgetting to check if he wasn't spying on what she was doing.

She looked up from time to time, but not with any thought about the cake, no to check if she did his profile right. Making a cake did not take too much time, but it was the baking in between to make the two layers and while doing that you could create the cream, clean and cut the strawberries that made it that he was busy. That made it that she could enjoy the view before going back to sketch. Now, she didn't do profiles all that often, she wasn't sure if it was decent and she couldn't get his mouth right. But she was okay doing, it was still the rough edges and so on but she would get there and it would be something, just a small gift, she would definitely have to find something better. This was stupid.

Now that the basics were done she would focus more on the details and work on that. Well, it would remain a sketch version and maybe one day she could make a better painting but still. So his eyes were the same and looked the same and not one smaller than the other and so on. It was quite a work and without noticing she started to hum. As the sketch started to look like Giovanni, she felt a little more satisfied with herself.