Would you like some cheese with your wine?

Blake spotted Val snacking away and he couldn't help the dopey grin that appeared on his face at looking at her. She was all his. His little angel that was finally going to give him what he ever wanted out of life, and there was no one he wanted to spend life with more than her.

He turned red when she told him how hot he was, and he let a small chuckle out before a sheepish smile appeared. "Well, you're pretty good looking yourself beautiful." He said beginning to walk over to her. He laughed at her request and shook his head. She was perfect. Truly and utterly perfect.

He came over and placed his hands on either side of her before he dipped down and pressed his lips gently against hers. He leaned back just a bit and stared into her eyes. "Everyone is pretty cool. But you're the cooliest." He said grinned stealing another kiss before he leaned back and stole a cracker and popped it in his mouth. He gave her a little smirk before he stood and walked to where he left the wine bottle and proceeded to try and get it open. "Is it weird we literally got engaged this morning? We're going on a flight later tonight? But like, it feels...normal? Like, we've known each other much longer than four days." He chuckled, with a shake of head. "This whole experience...bananas." He said in awe. He managed to get the wine bottle open and then poured it into their glasses. Giving them reasonable amounts. He turned then and held glass out to Val. "My lady, your beverage." He said.

Blake grinned, as she smacked his butt. His face should just be a permanent shade of red around this woman. He would never tell her how many times she'd made him blush in the pods, or in the maze. He took a sip of the wine and scrunched his nose. Not really his type, but he also wasn't going to let it go to waist. He set it down next Val's glass right before she grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the bed.

He chuckled and wrapped her up in his arms. Kissing the top of her head before he rested his cheek on top of her head. "Is it sad I've never had a vacation? Aside from when I was in school in and would have summer vacation?" he asked. He squeezed her tight then. "You're going to be a lot of my first of anything Miss Winter." He confessed to her before he bent his head to kiss her cheek. "First trip off roading, first vacation, hhhmmmm lemme see...." He growled in her ear before he placed another kiss on her cheek. He chuckled and then wiggled on the bed, getting comfortable.

Blake leaned into her touch as he looked at her and then kissed her back just as fiercely. When she pulled away he ran his nose against the length of hers and then kissed her forehead. He smiled at her request, and then opened his mouth to tell her when he she spoke again. He stared at her for a second before he turned as bright as one of his tomatoes, but he was laughing. Once it took him a moment to calm down he shook his head. "I most certainly have done that." He told her before pressing a kiss to her lips and nibbling on her bottom lip a bit.



He pulled back and sighed. Rubbing a hand across her back. "So, moving around a lot as a kid pretty much made it impossible for any real friends, and there was many lack of birthday parties. I don't think I got my first real party until college when my roommates found out I had never had one." He said, playing with a lock of her hair. "I've celebrated almost every holiday this earth has to offer." He chuckled. "But none of them well...I didn't feel like I belonged at all. I didn't get my drivers license until I was 20. My roommate taught me in Betsy." He said with a smirk. "I dunno it's hard to pin down what I did and didn't have. I have never had a bike of own. It was always borrowed, my CD player, which I still have, was my prized possession, as well as this 80's mixed cd,  one of my foster mom's made me." He sighed. "Some of the those places weren't pretty Val. College was a culture shock and a half, as to everything I missed out on as a kid." He glanced down at her, and then his eyes opened. "OH! I've never had a smart phone. Production gave me pretty funny looks when I handed over my Nokia." He chuckled.

Blake smiled softly at Val after she kissed him and they laid there pressing their foreheads together. He nodded along in agreement with her. "Anything you can think of doing as a kid, I pretty much missed out on." He whispered. "Agreed. All of it, and how to properly build forts and how to sneak up on mama to give her sneaky hugs." He whispered with a smile.

Her smile melted him. It was big and bright, just like she was, and he reached up to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. "I'm looking forward to it gorgeous. Everything. You are just gonna have to be nice on your old man as you walk him through how to use that smartphone." He said with a grin. "I love you." he whispered, his fingers that were stroking her cheek went back into her soft hair, and he leaned in to give her passionate kiss before he leaned back. "What was your dad's name?" He asked her quietly. A thought occurring to him.

"You forget I snuck out of a frat house with a flag and hid in a dumpster all night. I am the sneak master." He told her with a grin. Blake felt her tug on his flannel gently and he gripped one sleeve and pulled his arm through, before he rolled over to get the other arm and tossed it off the bed, leaving his t-shirt on. If Val was paying attention she would notice that on his left forearm there was a six vertical scar. It was a bit jagged and on the outer parts of it his skin looked almost withered, but with further examination, it would reveal it'self to be a several years old burn scar that had stretched over time as he'd grown.

There were tattoos on the inner part of each wrist. His right one had a heart rate on it, and the left had a quote. If Val pulled either of them over for further examination she'd she'd find that both tattoos were under a one-inch horizontal scar that looked old as well.

Blake had rolled back over to her, gently resting a hand on her hip while he tucked his left arm up under head. "So what you're telling me is we can go skateboarding and race." He said with a grin. He hummed for a second, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Baby Frank Evan Winter." He said softly. A shy smile appearing on his face. "After your superheroes."

Blake’s hands went into Vals hair as she grabbed his face and began to kiss him. Pushing him back on the bed, he went along with it. Dragging her on top of him while his hands rested on her hips. When she pulled away from him to catch her breath he smiled at her, tucking her hair behind her ears. He loved this woman. Everything about her. She was his and he was completely hers. She started tearing up and so did he. His scars, well save for two, had never been an issue for him. But he still had his insecurities and tended to wear long sleeved shirts unless he was home if he could get away with it. The fact she hadn’t turned away, or had jumped straight into questions had him loving her even more. “You’re the Perfect one. I love you too.” He told her as his own tears started and he was reminded how lucky he was.

He accepted her onslaught with her lips with little resistance. In fact his hands had climbed slightly from where they rested on her leather shorts up to her bare midriff. They didn’t go any higher, but he wanted, no needed, some skin on skin contact. He broke the kiss after a moment and looked up into her eyes. “I’ll tell you eventually. About the-“ his face nearly crumbled with the sudden emotion he felt. His attempt at suicide was a very difficult subject for him. It was a time he both wanted to forget and to remember, and he wanted Val to know about it at somepoint. He took a deep breath before he gently ran a thumb across her bottom lip and then leaned up to kiss her again.

Blake smiled into the kisses, giving her hips a squeeze. "I am." He murmured against her lips in response. He looked at Val as she removed her band t-shirt, his face beginning to turn red as his blood flow most certainly picked up at the sight of her. He watched the shirt get tossed and he cleared his throat.

At the mention of her scar, he took her arm and lifted it up. Looking at the scar, he gently ran a finger along it. "They did good on the stitching." He said before he pressed his lips against it.

He leaned back down closing his eyes as Val kissed along his jaw and neck. He felt her hands slide up his shirt and groaned softly, taking one of his hands and placing it on the back of her head, and while the other wrapped around her waist. He rolled them over then so he was on top, and bent his head to kiss a trail of kisses from her jaw to her ear. "Vaaaaaaaal." He drew quietly before he placed his forearms on either side of her head. "You are going to be the death of me." He said with a grin, bending his head to place a quick kiss on her collar bone. "Also, I't been three years." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Before he ran his nose along the length of hers. "And I completely want to devour you," He said softly. He stroked her cheek gently. "However when that happens we aren't going to be in this hotel room." He said with a slow grin appearing on his face. "I don't want to seem like a tease, but also I want to be respectful and go at your pace. But also, I want the first time to be special. Are...you okay with that?" He asked her slowly. He was content to just cuddle and make out on the bed, but he was a stubborn one who wanted to do right by Val. She deserved more, and only the best.

Blake grinned down at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "I will give you all the cuddles before and during the plane if we're next to each other." He said. He chuckled as she called him better than a one night stand. "I would surely hope so. That's too much fumbling." He grinned.

He played with a strand of her hair, while he made sure to keep most of his weight off her so as to not squish her. His smile softened as she mentioned snow and he ran his fingers gently across her cheeks, and traced her jaw. He chuckled as she booped his nose. "Is it like riding a longboard without wheels?" He asked. At her question, he slowly shook his head. "Never been out of California." He said. "Didn't go camping either until I was in college." He said. Leaning down kiss her. He kissed along her jaw and down to the swallow of her throat, nibbling lightly at her skin, before he raised his head to look at her. "What's something you and your family did growing up. Like...family traditions?" He asked. "If I become an honorary Winter, I want to know what they are." He said beaming at her.

Blake frowned as Val said she got hurt a lot doing her fancy snowboard trick. "Good, I tend to wear a helmet whenever one is suggested." He smiled. "Well, I haven't been to California snow." He said with a chuckle. He smiled at her as she said he would become a full fledged member of their clan. "Your, stuck with me." He growled playfully, showering her face with kisses, before he leaned back and listened to her explain her families traditions. He sat there, soaking it all up. His eyes watching her as she talked, and he smiled. Liking the way she talked about her family. 

"I see there is going to be many 4th birthdays." He chuckled. "At least the day will be easy to remember." He said, leaning into her touch. He turned his head slightly to kiss her palm before it went into touch his hair. He reached up, taking her hand, and placing he back on his face as before he kissed her palm again and put it back. "I am looking really forward to it." He murmured softly. "I have to say though, there will be no more Chinese takeout for Christmas. Not when I'm around at least." He chuckled. "I've wanted a real Christmas dinner for as long as I can remember. I mostly worked Christmas because I didn't have anyone to spend it with." He said. "But that changes." He said with a bit of determination in his tone. He kissed the back of her fingers. "Also, I hope you don't mind me seeing your mom once a week." He grinned widely. "I'm gonna take full advantage of mother Winter, in terms of getting on her good side." chuckled. He averted his eyes then, looking down at her finger tips. "I usually have a hard time with moms." He admitted. "Never really had dad issues, but...it's the moms that get me." He let a huff of air out. "I use to hate mother and fathers day." His blue eyes flicked back up to hers. "But I'm not the angry pre-teen I was before, and I've gotten better. But sometimes those feelings pop up." He admitted. 

"Hooooooowever, I really want your mom to like me, so she'll let me call her mom,  so your going to have to tell me what her favorite food is so I can bribe her." He said with a grin.