Shortly, Benedict and I are back home, stumbling up the stairs,attempting not to rip the gown. Once were upstairs,  we pause in the sitting room, I fumble with the bowtie around his neck, desprate for it to   be off. Lips crash against lips, hands roaming, bowtie, shoes and jackett off.

We pull apart, and Benedict walks and motions for the bedroom.

*( I'll let your dirty minds wander)

I wake up to a smiling figure illuminated by the light of the open window. Benedict is stroking my hair in a gentle, relaxing manner.  

Eventually, Benedict says in a sleepy voice, ''That was Awesome.''

The deep baritone is enough on its own for me to love him.  

He peppers kisses on my neck and I say, ''Damn alcohol..'' 

Benedict laughs then says, ''I know, I wasnt planning on doing that for a while, but damn. I love you.''

I blush and reply with an, ''I love you too.''

I reach for the little clothing that scatters the floor. I throw on Benedict's dress shirt from the night before and go to the kitchen and make breakfast. Mixing the batter for pancakes, Ben comes in behind me wrapping his arms around my waist snuggling his head into my shoulder.

''Babe,'' Benedict says in his attractive morning voice.

''Yes?'' I respond, meanwile pouring the small cakes on the griddle.

''You have my shirt.''

''Yes...Is that a problem...?''

''Kinda.''

''But youre so..sexy..'' I say pausing to stroke his chest.

''Thanks, but..oh whatever, you look cute in it.''

I roll the sleeves of the shirt up to my elbows. I continue pouring the morning meal. I then put the kettle on. I pour the exotic murky brown liquid into two cups. Cream and sugar reside next to the two cups. Benedict and I sit at the small table and sip at the tea. I nibble at one of the pancakes and think about the previous night's events. The dancing, the alcohol, the sex. Definitly one of the best night of my life.

Then Benedict speaks up and says, ''Anna, theres something I need to say.''

Before giving me a chance to respond, he slips onto the floor, on one knee and pulls a velvet red box from his pockey.

After what seemed like forever, But was only a few moments in reality, Benedict popped THE question.

                                                       ''Anna, Will you marry me?''

                                                                      ''Yes.''