The preparations were finally done. Mila had tirelessly worked to get everything ready for the date. She had spent the whole evening and this morning to make sure nothing was amiss.

Mila had to resort to threats only five times and to physical violence only once. She looked over the room she had reserved. Unfortunately, Naran wasn’t able to get a whole building for her.

Instead, Mila had gotten a whole tunnel for her needs. No one would come here today. It wasn’t perfect, but she couldn’t complain either.

The large empty room Naran had lent Mila was now filled to the brim with what she thought Isabel would like.

To be sure, Mila looked over her preparations one last time before leaving to get Isabel.

The candles were lit. Mila had scattered them all over the room. It made the underground place look comfy and warm. She had made a couple of brutes bring a large sofa, table, chairs, vases with flowers and carpets to the room. There were now paintings depicting waterfalls on the walls.

After talking with Cecilia, Mila had managed to get herself a one-piece black dress her size. It gave her a mysterious air. The long hemline showed only a little ankle, and while the dress covered her arms, it left her shoulders bare. This choice was deliberate. While Isabel had claimed not to mind the scar on Mila’s upper arm, she wasn’t proud of it.

The local cook had outdone himself with the food. It now was placed on the table, covered to preserve its warmth. The variety wasn’t as large as on their first date, but the circumstances were different. She had managed to get meat, vegetables, soup, and fruits. It was more than the vast majority in this city had for a whole week.

As for the drinks, Mila had the tasty wine, water, juice and warm tea in a thermos.

There were even picture books, maps and local games in case Isabel got bored. That couldn’t be allowed to happen. Mila went over the list once more.

Naran had made sure no one would disturb them. Andrew knew better than to interrupt, and Mortimer, Vatim and Kanna were distracted by Naran, who had found some scattered and stolen pieces from Mortimer’s ruined apartment.

Was Mila missing something? Probably. Not that she could tell, but likely. No matter. There was no time to do anything else. She took a deep breath and exited the room.

After carefully closing the doors, Mila headed to the spot where her girl was already waiting. She rounded the corner, then another, until she saw Isabel nervously straightening her own dress. In her hands, she held the cloak in which she had arrived to keep people none the wiser of the intimate moment they had planned.

Isabel had decided to emphasise her figure. Her tightfitting lilac dress ensured her shapely forms were visible and left Mila wishing she could tear the fabric apart to take a better look. Mila could see Isabel’s defined abbs beneath the dress, and when her girl moved, her breasts tried to escape the captivity. Isabel’s long, brown hair fell freely and covered the scandalous look from time to time.

Perhaps the dress was a little tight, but no one else would see Isabel dressed like this. The sight was for Mila only. “H-how do I look?”

“You are beautiful!” Mila opened her arms and, with a smile, embraced her girl. She let her hands rest on Isabel’s hips, then rose on her toes to give her girl a kiss.

Isabel returned the hug and leaned lower to receive the romantic peck on her lips. “Y-you too…” She returned, her eyes evaluating Mila’s looks.

“Do I?” Mila stepped back and did a twirl.

“Yes…” Isabel’s whisper was full of powerful belief.

It made Mila blush. “Aren’t you smooth?” She curtsied. “May I have your hand?”

Isabel gingerly took Mila’s extended hand and joined on her side. Mila let their fingers intertwine and guided her love towards the prepared room. “Your dress is gorgeous.” Mila praised.

“I-is it?” Isabel wasn’t so sure. “It’s a little tight.” She tried to straighten it again. “I don’t know what Cecilia was thinking when she offered it.”

“Oh, she offered, but you picked it, didn’t you?” Mila leaned on Isabel’s shoulder. “Did you want to seduce me with…” She licked her lips. “Revealing look…”

“No… Yes… Maybe…” Isabel struggled to answer, her eyes still on Mila’s lips. “D-did I?”

“Hmm, how should I put it?” Mila put a finger on her lips and traced it over them, feeling Isabel follow it. “I feel like ripping your dress off of you.” She shamelessly declared.

Isabel sputtered. Her breathing grew irregular, and she nearly tripped.

“Too much?” Mila felt great. “But it was only the truth.” She let go of Isabel’s hand and let it slide behind her girl’s back. She then pulled Isabel closer, letting her hip hit her.

“I-it’s fine.” Isabel’s body was heating up. “I-I mean, I know how you are sometimes.”

“Sometimes?” Mila thoughtfully hummed. “Ah! I do have to hold back most of the time. You are correct.” She nodded. “Ah, we are here. Let me get the doors.”

Mila reluctantly let go of Isabel’s waist and opened the doors. She bowed deeply and invited her girl in. “After you, my lady.”

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A small gasp escaped Isabel as she stepped inside. Her eyes moved from spot to spot, taking in the cosy atmosphere. “Oh, wow. This looks amazing.”

“Only the best for my girl.” Mila was pleased with the reaction. She followed after Isabel and closed the doors. “I made sure there won’t be any interruptions. Finally, we can have some time together.”

“No kidding…” Isabel slowly moved towards the table. “How did you find all of this stuff?”

“I have my ways.” Mila puffed out her chest, wishing the praises would continue. “A word here and there, and it all comes together nicely.”

“So… I didn’t ask, but…” Isabel fidgeted. “What’s the plan?”

“First…” Mila’s smile turned mischievous. She stepped forward and swayed her hips. Isabel leaned forward to catch every syllable. “We will have a lunch.” She giggled from the flabbergasted expression on her girl’s face. “Why, did you expect something else? How naughty!”

“I-I didn’t!” Isabel suddenly turned around and stomped towards the chair to sit down.

“Oh, let me help!” Mila hurried after Isabel and helped her to sit down. “I’ll take your cloak.” She followed up and freed her girl’s hands.

While happily humming, Mila dropped the cloak on a hanger and then moved back to serve the food.

“So…” Isabel was still not feeling entirely comfortable. She kept moving her hands from the table to her lap and then back. “How are you… Uh, I mean, what… Should I help?” She finally asked, seeing Mila remove the covers from the food.

Seeing how restless Isabel was, Mila agreed. Clearly, her girl was too nervous and needed something to do. “Of course! And thank you.”

It was just a moment before Isabel was once again back in her seat, unsure how to act. She kept stealing glances at Mila’s body.

Mila let her. Clearly, her girl was thinking she was subtle, but far from so. Mila even let Isabel have a better look at her cleavage by leaning forward a little too much.

“Soup first?” Mila offered.

“Yes, thank you.” Isabel averted her eyes. “Uh, um…” She searched for a topic. “I… I don’t know how to act.” There was the confession.

“Is there a need to?” Mila wondered while pouring the soup. She then did the same for herself. “Just be yourself. It is the girl I fell in love with, after all.”

“E-easy for you to say!” Isabel exclaimed. “Y-you did all this!” She moved her hand to point at the surroundings. “A-and I just… I don’t know… I don’t know if I deserve this.”

“But you do!” Mila reassured. Before sitting down to eat, she moved towards Isabel and left a light peck on her cheek. Now, it was time to eat.

“How?” Isabel shook her head before sighing. “I feel so useless. I just dressed up and… I didn’t expect this. And you prepared everything for our first date, too…”

“Do eat before the soup gets cold.” Mila urged. “And I do get it. You want to give something in return, yes?” She guessed.

Mila’s guess was based on her own inner insecurities. The reason she had taken it upon herself to prepare everything? Mila wanted to give something to Isabel in return for the safety and support she offered.

After all, Mila wasn’t a great conversation partner. She often could come off as cold and uncaring. Mila didn’t share the passion for bettering the world. In her mind, she felt inadequate as a long-time romantic partner.

Perhaps her girl was similar in her thinking. Maybe Isabel, too, thought she wasn’t offering enough in the relationship.

“I guess?” Isabel picked up her spoon and stabbed the soup. “Sorry… I feel terrible for being so moody.”

“Don’t be. It’s normal. How about you do something for me in return? That should work, yes?” Mila suggested a simple solution.

Isabel looked at Mila. She chewed on her lip. “I-I mean, I could…”

While Isabel thought, there were times she started to blush furiously. Mila had to wonder what ideas were coursing through her mind to have such a reaction. Just what had Isabel thought of doing for her?

Seeing her girl spending the time productively, Mila started to eat. She was pleased to see the cook had outdone himself. This was nothing like offerings he usually made for the canteen. The soup was ample in taste and felt lighter on her stomach.

Isabel kept pondering and began eating as well. After tasting the soup, her eyebrow rose in the air, and she moved her hand faster.

It had been a long time since they had such a lavish meal. Weeks even. Mila felt happy. The food seemed to improve Isabel’s mood. She even praised it, her thoughts returning to the current moment.

Soon, it was time for the main course. Mila once more stood up to serve the food. She offered Isabel vegetables baked in an oven with a serving of what looked like a steak. After adding sauce, she brought the wine to the table. “A drink?”

Isabel looked at the glass and nodded. “Wine? I thought you didn’t like alcohol.”

“Oh, I can’t really say if I do or don’t. Before, I didn’t have the constitution for it, but now,” Mila theatrically flexed. “I am a much stronger girl.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Isabel appreciated the show. “Just look at those guns.” She whistled.

“Guns?” Mila didn’t quite understand. “The weapon?” She had trouble recalling details. Was there such an expression back on earth?

“Ah, yeah.” A little bit of Isabel’s awkwardness returned. “I meant, you do look strong.”

“Thank you for the confidence boost.” Mila uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into a glass, which she then handed to Isabel. “I personally picked this wine. I think you’ll find it delicious.”

“Is there something special I have to do to drink it?” Isabel swirled the drink around in her glass. “I am not sure what’s the right way to drink wine.”

“Judging from the source, there is no protocol to observe.” Mila eased Isabel’s worries. “Just drink as is. Well then,” She sat down back in her seat. “A toast?”

“Me?” Isabel blinked.

“Why not?” Mila gave her most charming smile. “You wanted to give me something in return. How about that for a start?”

Isabel hesitantly raised her glass. She met Mila’s gaze and seemed to melt under it. Her expression slackened in the light of her love’s smile. “Um, for… Our eternal love…” She made a vow, a plea, a prayer, a promise so deep and sincere it made the words hang in the air with their importance.

“How fitting. For our eternal love.” Mila returned. She felt her body tremble from the powerful feelings of fondness she experienced. She really wanted to hug her girl. And kiss her. And cuddle her. And spoil her.

The way Isabel tried to hide her face from the embarrassment of her decisive toast was way too cute for Mila to handle.

This was an excellent memory. Mila giggled as Isabel, after tasting the wine and putting down the glass, hid her face in her palms.

Mila decided to tease her girl for a long time to come. Despite those being Isabel’s own words, she just couldn’t handle them.