As you finally have your free weekend and Rafayel doesn't have to attend any exhibitions either, you both agreed to visit the newly opened ice rink location at the outskirts of Linkon City. You are excited to do this with him, since you last were Ice Skating at your middle school. The purple haired artist surprised you with tickets for the long sold out location, and you rewarded him with a tight hug and kisses all over his handsome face.

„Someone's quite eager to show off her skills, yeah?" he smiled at you warmly, blushing at your sudden blast of adoration.

And just like this, he drove with you the one-hour-long ride and even rented a luxurious room for the weekend, so that you could spend some more time together, enjoying the snowy winter outside of Linkons hectic atmosphere.

The day after the arrival, you enter the ice rink, stepping brave and confident onto the white layer, changing your walk into elegant glides and soon the movements are as natural as the last time you were able to do this activity. As you turn around to look after your boyfriend, your eyes widen unbelievingly.

Rafayel wobbles out on the rink, holding himself fast at the rail that goes all around the venue. With both hands grabbing the wood and pressing his back between his arms against it, the sight of him is pretty amusing. Gone is the natural elegance that he commonly owns, leaving a comical figure trying not to fall on his sexy butt, that is hidden in black slacks combined with a dark blue jacket and wine red knitter.

You try to bite back a smile as you move towards him. „Rafayel!" you call out to him „what are you doing?"

The artist looks up to you, his bluish-pink eyes widened in horror and utter disbelief. „If you wanted to assassinate me, there are faster methods, you know? Why did nobody tell me that this is so slippery?" he shrieks back, still clinging desperately onto the wooden rail.

That's it, you break out in a bursting laughter at the accusation of your lover, before you gather yourself and try to support him for a secure stand in his skates.

Still giggling you take his hands on your own and guide him to a slow walk along the edge of the ice rink, always being in front of him and helping him balance his taller figure.

„What are you laughing at?" he dramatically pouts at you, „it's not that I ever was ice skating before, you know?"

You feel pitiful for him, you really do, but the sight of him wobbly walking with his skates onto the ice layer keeps you bustling with amusement.

„What a mighty god of the sea!" you tease him a bit, unable to let the rare occasion for this just slide „can't little fishies walk on frozen water?" you remark, still holding his hands and guiding him carefully.

„Ha! Ha! Very funny! I'm a little fishy and not a penguin!" Rafayel sneers back before he suddenly bumps forward upon you, his feet starting to make comically silly steps on the ice.

He heroically tries to gain his composure back, but all efforts are in vain, because a few seconds later he loses his balance once and for all and falls helplessly and head face into you.

Due to the impact you fall back with him and both of you are landing ungracious on the cold floor, the Lemurian on top of you as he shielded you with his arms from the most damage.

„Sorry!" wide round ocean eyes looking at you, before his apology turns into a mischievous smile „buuuut I like this position a lot more" he states smugly, leaning himself back down and stealing a quick kiss from your lips, leaving you stunned and with a light blush.

With an equally red hue on his cheeks, he lifts himself up, falling to your side and dusting off some snowflakes and ice crumbs from his knee and elbows „Whose idea was it to go ice skating?" he whines into your direction, and you giggle again.

„Come on, Rafayel. It's fun once you have the knack for it." you assure him with a warmth peck on his cheek before heaving yourself to your feet again.

Soon after Rafayel is able to glide slowly over the ice. Still a bit shaky, but you don't need to hold him anymore. Of course he insists on intertwining your fingers with his regardless, but you don't mind at all. After all, it's quite romantic to glide hand in hand over the white skin of ice beneath your feet.

Soon it's already dark and the whole location is lit up very enchantingly. Fairy Lights are hanging on ropes above the ice rink and some indirect light sources are spread all around the place.

„Let's take a break." Rafayel suggests as he pulls you to the edge of the venue.

Arriving at the rail around the rink you find yourself with your back pressed against it and Rafayel stands in front, his arms to your sides, resting on the wooden support. The lights are diving his figure in ethereal hues, his hair shimmers in an enchanting Amethyst color. The ocean eyes searching your gaze, as his broad shoulders blind out everything.

Cradling your cheek with warm fingers, Rafayel whispers with a seductive voice „I think you deserve a reward for being the best ice skating teacher. Don't you think so, cutie?"

Lost in his gaze full of adoration and affection, your heart is racing, and you feel a warm blush rising into your face. His words make your heart flutter and his proximity dries out your throat, so you just nod as answer.

With a little grin he takes your chin between his elegant fingers and bends it lightly up. A short flicker of his eyes to your lips as Rafayel bows his head down. You close your eyes, and his lips are soft and gentle on yours, caressing and moving carefully, making your heart skip a beat. Everything blends out, it's only the feeling of him that you can sense and overwhelmed you wrap your arms around his slender waist, leaning into him for support and more of his presence. Hands cradling the back of your head, bringing both your lips even closer together and endless seeming moments later Rafayel leaves you breathless.

„Let's go to our hotel, shall we?" comes his question, whispered in a rough hoarse voice and the fire in his eyes telling you enough to agree to his suggestion.