She followed the line of his cheek with her lips until she made her way to his mouth, any further commentary requiring a pause as she delivered a kiss that strove to be suitable for such a perfect evening. It was lighter than many, languid and slow and exploratory, a kiss that existed simply for the sake of itself, for their enjoyment of one another's mouths, rather than serving as a start to something else.

More would come, she had absolutely no doubts about that, but for now, they were both content to let this moment stand on its own, ripen in its own time.

"The thus far is important," she agreed with a smile after the kiss - or perhaps after several kisses - had wound down. "Considering the future that stretches out beneath our feet. But what makes this night so worthy of the title? It is rather a crowded field, between Carnivals and birthdays and nights spend stargazing, hmm?"

How could one start declaring most perfect days when they'd already accumulated so many?