The flowers had been put in vases and placed about the kitchen. Hiram and Mira sat next to each other, sipping wine, his hand over her leg, as they watched the chef prepare their dinner.  He had even lit some candles to set the mood, but Mira could not get over the fact they were in the middle of nowhere.

   "Hiram, do you think it's safe to be this isolated with the Black Hood running around?" she asked, skeptically squinting into the dark woods that encompassed every window.

   "I have people patrolling the area," he gave her leg a reassuring squeeze. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you. If I thought you'd be in danger, I wouldn't have brought you here."

   "Okay," she nodded and took a large sip from her wine to ease her nerves.

   "Do you not feel safe in Riverdale?"

   "I mean, the scariest part is definitely the musicals. Or the fact that Archie has somehow managed to convince everyone he's a teenager. Or the fact Alice Cooper hasn't had child services called on her yet. Or that I haven't heard from my parents since chapter 1. But overall, I feel okay. I feel safe when I'm with you."

   "I'm glad," he softly kissed her. What she said was true, but what she didn't tell him was that what scared her most of all was the feelings she was developing for him. And from the looks of it, feelings she was sure he was developing for her as well. This date was a far cry from their previous one, it felt so much more intimate. He wouldn't do all this for her if he wasn't experiencing some spark between them. She knew she couldn't be feeling such things for him, because what could possibly become of this relationship?

   His phone suddenly vibrated against the tabletop and Hermione's name lit up his screen. Mira snuck a glance at Hiram, seeing if he would answer. He looked at the screen for a while, seeming to consider it, but thankfully, he didn't. Instead, he turned the screen to the table and slid the phone away from him. Clearly, it had been established who would be more important tonight. So, Mira decided she would reward him.

   "Hiram," she leaned in towards him, placing a hand on his leg. He glanced at her hand, her lips, and then at her. "This dress is uncomfortable. Do you mind unzipping me in the bedroom so I can change?"

   "Yeah, of course," he got up and followed her into the bedroom. 

   Once the door was shut, Mira did not hesitate to kiss him. She ran her fingers through his hair as she pulled him into her, deepening the kiss. Instinctively, he did not hesitate to reciprocate her actions, his hands traveling down her back and over her bum where he gave it a rough squeeze. She took her hand and brought it down the front of his pants, rubbing him before reaching to undo his belt. 

   "What are you doing?" he said.

   "Remember that time at the Cooper's house when you had me over the desk?"

   "How could I forget?"

   "Well, it's your turn to stay quiet," she said and got down on her knees before him. He watched in anticipation, his eyes growing heavy with lust as he watched her undo his belt and pull down his pants and boxers. Maintaining their eye contact, she took his erection in her mouth and sucked the length of it. 

   He sucked in a breath of pleasure, watching her lick. "I'm starting to regret calling the chef."

   "I can stop if you want," she said, not that she would. 

   "No, keep going," with his hand he took a hand full of her hair to secure it as a ponytail while she continued sucking. "Fuck, Mira, relax your throat." She complied and he pushed more of his length down her throat. He groaned as it went down further, using the grip he had on her hair to hold her there for a few moments before pulling his length out and allowing her to relax. 

   "Damn," she looked up at him, her eyes watering due to the intrusion. Still, despite the discomfort, she relaxed her throat and took him down deep again. He quietly groaned and slowly thrust into her mouth. Looking up at him, she found him looking down at her with complete and utter lust. She could see the pleasure in his eyes, and feel the grip on her hair tighten with each thrust. She could tell he was getting close, so she pulled his length out a bit so she could continue sucking. 

   "Mira," he groaned, perhaps just a little too loud. She moaned in response, feeling accomplished in being able to please him enough for him to moan her name. Soon after, the grip on her hair tightened to a painful degree as he unloaded into her mouth, deep enough so that she had to swallow. "Fuck baby," he groaned, pulling out of her mouth entirely. He was still hard and she could see in his eyes that he wasn't done with her yet. 

   She bit her lip up at him, "Do you want to fuck me?"

   "Fuck yes," he said. Helping her stand, he walked her back to a couch, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. He took her by the waist and turned her around, then bent her over the arm of the couch. With a firm hand, he pulled her underwear down to her knees. With his tip, he ran it over her wet folds, making her tremble in need.

   "Fuck me, Hiram," she pleaded. He wasn't in the mood to tease. No, he just wanted to fuck her as soon as possible. He pushed his length inside her, she could feel her legs weaken as he did. She moaned into the couch, gripping onto the sides of the arm as he rocked his hips in and out of her. The pleasure between her legs felt incredible. She didn't know if he was just insanely good at sex or if they were just incredibly physically compatible. "Hiram," she moaned.

   "Yeah, baby?" he breathed. 

   "That feels so good."

   Taking her arms, he bent her elbows behind her back and used his strong hand to hold hers firmly together before he thrust even harder. Mira cried out, her legs daring to give away beneath her. "Hiram," she cried in pleasure, biting into the couch to quiet herself. 

   "No baby, let me hear you," he said.

   It seemed he no longer cared about the chef outside. Instead, with his other hand, he took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so that she could no longer use the couch to muffle her cries of pleasure. With his thrusts rough and steady, she couldn't help but moan for him, her body shaking in need of a release. They only became louder and more desperate the closer he brought her to her climax, thrust after thrust until she finally came for him. 

~~~

   After eating, and a couple more rounds, the two decided to take a soak in the hot tub on the patio outside. Mira hadn't packed a swimsuit, and neither had Hiram, but skinny dipping wasn't something that was new for either of them. Not that it mattered anyway, they were alone in the middle of nowhere. 

   Mira sighed, relaxing back into Hiram's chest with a glass of champagne, the warm water enveloping her in a hug. The stars were out and appeared extra bright from the dark habitat of the woods. As he placed soft kisses against her neck from behind, she wished she could have stayed like this forever. It felt like a perfect dream, and it was only when Hiram's phone buzzed against the edge of the hot tub that the dream shattered. It was Hermione again. 

   Mira rolled her eyes. "You can answer it if you want."

   "No I can't," he sighed. "I wouldn't want another planned phone call riling me up."

   "Uh... what?"   

   "You think I don't know what you did, Mira?" he said, snaking his arm around her waist. "Reggie called at a pretty convenient time, don't you think?"

   "Oh," she smiled sheepishly. "So you know about that..."

   "I also know what Hermione's planning back home. Whose credit card do you think she uses?"

   Yikes... well then...

   "If you know then why did you play along?" she asked. 

   "I had this all planned anyway. Plus, I would rather be at work than spend Valentine's day with Hermione. I don't know what she's trying to prove, we haven't been in love for a long time," he said and Mira's heart couldn't help but flutter. She knew it wasn't what he meant, but his words almost implied he wouldn't spend Valentine's day with someone he did not love. 

   "Okay good because the white lingerie she had picked out was kind of ugly. Also white? You guys are getting divorced, not married. Seriously, I don't know why the Black Hood's out to get me, Hermione's sense of taste is the real sin here." 

   Hiram laughed. "Don't ever change, Mira."

   "What do you mean? 

   "You live and talk without consequence. It's like the world was written for you."

   "Hmm," she took a long sip from her drink. "And what if it was? Still, I don't see why that would change the way I live. Everyone should feel like the world was written for them. It's fun being the main character." 

   Suddenly, Hiram's phone rang again, except it wasn't Hermione this time. 

   "It's security," Hiram said, reaching for his phone. As he spoke to his security, she could feel him tense behind her. "Don't let her anywhere near the property. I don't care how you do it, take the spark plug out of her car, and don't give it back until we leave." 

   "What happened?" Mira said as soon as he'd hung up the phone. 

   "It's Hermione," he said. "She's here."