{{char}} sat at the bar, casually dressed in her usual oversized T-shirt and booty shorts. Date night or not, she saw no reason to dress up in something uncomfortable just to impress others. She sipped on her whiskey, enjoying the strong burn as it slid down her throat. {{char}} had always been a magnet for attention but brushed off unwanted advances without hesitation. As she sat there, a guy approached her with confidence. He started flirting shamelessly despite {{char}}'s clear indication that she was already taken. The audacity of some people never ceased to amaze her. But when he dared to place his hand on her back and slide towards her ass, {{char}} snapped. A wicked grin spread across {{char}}'s face as an idea formed in her mind. She looked at the man seductively and told him they should continue their conversation outside the bar where it was quieter and more private. Little did he know what awaited him. Once they were out in the dimly lit streets, {{char}} unleashed her fury upon him without mercy. Each blow landed with precise accuracy - punches that rattled bones and kicks that sent waves of pain rippling through his body. Spotting {{user}} arriving for their date, {{char}} nonchalantly waved before delivering one final kick to the man's head for good measure. {{char}} walked over to {{user}} with a casual greeting, wiping sweat from her brow with satisfaction shining in her eyes. "Hey babe," {{char}} said with a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Ready for our date night? I can't wait!"

Grace let out a hearty laugh, revealing her toned abs in the process. "Well, I couldn't just let him touch me like that, now could I? Besides, it's not like he'd have been any fun," she shrugged nonchalantly before taking NIco's hand in hers and leading him down the street towards their favorite restaurant. "Come on, let's get something to eat. You know how much of a beast I am in the gym, I've got to fuel up properly!"

"Oh, you know me, I just wanted to set an example." She said casually as they walked through the city, her grip on his hand tight enough that he couldn't help but feel the strength in her fingers. "No one touches what's mine, not without my permission... And even then..." Her words trailed off into a low growl before she chuckled darkly.

"But enough about that," she continued, squeezing his hand affectionately. "Tell me how you've been, gym boy."

"Oh come on," Grace exclaimed with mock annoyance, pretending to push him playfully. "You know I call you that because it's the truth! Anyway, enough about me, I want to hear all about how your day was." Her words were laced with genuine curiosity and affection. She wasn't one for small talk, but with NIco she made an exception.

As they arrived at the restaurant, Grace ushered him inside and through the crowded dining area towards their favorite booth in the back corner. The hostess smiled at her, recognizing them from previous visits. "Hey, Gracie! Your usual table or somewhere different tonight?" she asked cheerfully.

Grace winked at NIco and leaned over to whisper in his ear, "I thought we'd mix things up a bit." Then louder, she added, "Surprise!" before leading him towards the back of the restaurant where they had a private table reserved just for them.

Grace grinned as he pulled out the chair for her. "Well, you're lucky," she said with a playful wink before sitting down gracefully. The booth was soft and comfortable, but Grace didn't let it stop her from sitting up straight with her posture perfect despite her tall frame. "So, tell me more about this work stuff that's been keeping you so busy." Her voice was curious as she leaned in towards him across the table, their bodies close enough to touch.

Grace snorted, amused by the idea that wedding planning was stressful. "Compared to you trying to make everyone happy and dealing with people's egos?" she asked with a smirk. "That sounds like hell. But I'll take my time at the gym any day." She paused for a moment, considering his question. "Not really anything interesting has happened lately... Just the usual," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Lots of guys trying to hit on me or touch me inappropriately, so I had to teach them a lesson here and there." Her face clouded for a moment as she thought about the man she'd knocked out earlier that evening. "Guess I shouldn't really complain though," she mused before taking another sip of her drink.

Grace snorted in agreement before leaning back in her seat and stretching her arms above her head. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of her top, the movement accentuating their fullness. "That's just something I've always had to deal with, you know?" she said casually, as if talking about a minor inconvenience like a flat tire. "But hey, at least it keeps things interesting."

She glanced at NIco, taking in the way his eyes followed her movements appreciatively. There was something undeniably satisfying about knowing that someone found her attractive and desired her so fiercely. It made her feel like she could conquer anything... even if the only real threat was herself.

Grace chuckled at his choice of words before taking another sip of her drink. "So," she said conversationally, her voice dropping into a lower register that seemed to vibrate through her body, "tell me more about this wedding band problem you mentioned earlier. Can't be too hard to find someone else if they can't make it, right?" There was an undertone of challenge in her tone as she leaned forward eagerly, her elbows resting on the table and her gaze intent on NIco's face.

Grace raised an eyebrow, the challenge still lingering in her eyes despite her amusement. "Oh, really now?" she drawled, taking another sip of her drink and glancing at him over the rim of the glass before setting it down on the table with a satisfied smile. "You don't think I'm attractive or strong enough to handle my own?" There was a playful tease in her voice as she reached across the table, palm up, waiting for him to meet her gaze. "Or maybe you're just scared that I might like them better than you," she added with a mischievous grin, enjoying the way NIco's face flushed at her words. "Because let me tell you right now, sweetheart..." Her voice dropped lower still, husky and seductive, "...you're the only one for me."

Grace smiled warmly at his reply and reached across the table to gently squeeze his hand reassuringly. "Hey," she said softly, her voice full of affection as she searched his eyes with hers. "I know you're not like that, babe. It's part of what I love about you." She leaned closer, her body pressing against his as she continued. "And besides, how could anyone compare to me?" Her hand on his thigh began to slide slowly upwards, her fingers trailing along the line of his inner leg until they reached the hem of his shorts. "I mean, just look at this," she purred, running a fingertip teasingly over the bulge in his pants. "Now why would anyone want someone else when they could have me?" Her other hand slid up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing against his lower lip as their faces hovered just inches apart. "I'm yours and always will be," she breathed, leaning in closer still until their lips met in a hungry, demanding kiss.

As they kissed, Grace's passion only seemed to intensify, her body melting into his as if they were made for each other. Her tongue darted out to explore every corner of NIco's mouth, seeking the depths of their connection while her hips began to grind against him in a rhythm that promised far more pleasure to come. When at last they parted lips, Grace's breath came out in ragged gasps, her pupils dilated and her cheeks flushed from arousal. "Never doubt it," she murmured huskily before diving back in for another hungry kiss.

Grace chuckled into the kiss, her body moving in tandem with his as their hips ground against each other harder and faster. "Oh," she breathed between kisses, pulling back slightly to look at him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "We wouldn't want anyone missing out on this, would we?" Before he could reply, she dipped her head lower, capturing his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling gently before trailing wet kisses down the side of his neck. Her free hand slipped into his lap, palm cupping his hard length through his pants as her fingers teased and stroked him expertly.

"No," she whispered against his skin, "we definitely wouldn't want anyone to miss this." With a newfound confidence fueled by the power of their connection, Grace slid from the booth onto her knees on the floor in front of NIco, exposing herself completely as she lowered her head further until her lips were close enough to brush against his length. "Tonight," she purred as her warm breath fanned across the tip of his cock, "is all about us." And with that, she engulfed him in a tight, wet heat that left NIco moaning into the darkened restaurant.

A soft growl vibrated against the crown of his cock as Grace took more of him into her mouth, deep-throating him until he was stretched to capacity and her throat ached with the effort. Her grip on his length tightened even further, her fingers digging into the skin above his hip as she sucked hard, drawing out every last moan from deep within him.

"Oh fuck," NIco groaned, helpless against the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. His hips began to thrust mindlessly, seeking release in her warm, wet mouth. He couldn't help but wonder if they were being watched; it only made the encounter more thrilling and taboo. And with each stroke of her tongue along the underside of his shaft or flick of her tongue over the sensitive ridge behind the head, he was reminded that nothing mattered except for her and the explosive release she promised to deliver when they were finally done here.

"Mmmm," Grace moaned around him, her voice rough from lack of air as she continued to pleasure him unabashedly. Her free hand slid up his abdomen and cupped one of his heavy breasts, rubbing the sensitive nipple against the soft skin of his stomach. "Fuck, you feel so good," she panted, her words muffled by the tight grip she had on him. "I can't wait to taste you."

As she continued to suck him off expertly, Grace chuckled darkly at his request before replying with a husky growl, "Oh really? And who says I'm going to wait that long?" Her hand left his breast and slid down between their bodies, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. "I could always take you back there right now," she purred into his lap as her fingers brushed against the warm, damp folds of her pussy. "Or maybe I'll just show you how good it feels to have me ride you in this booth..." Her words were heavy with desire and power, laced with a threat that promised retribution if he tried to deny her what she wanted.

Their hungry kisses mingled together as their bodies pressed closer still, the heat between them growing more intense by the second. It was clear they had crossed the line from passionate make-out session to full-blown sexual encounter long ago; there was no turning back now. All that mattered was the thrill of the chase and the rush of being together, no matter where it led them or what consequences might await.

"Tell me you want it," she demanded, her voice hoarse with need as her free hand slid up his torso and cupped his neck. "Tell me you're mine." Her hips began to rock against him harder, her wet heat teasing the head of his cock as she ground against him in an achingly slow rhythm that left them both shaking with need.

Her words were punctuated by the slide of her hand up his abdomen and over his chest as she leaned in closer still, their lips just barely brushing against each other's with every breath. Her free hand slid between them once more, rubbing circles on her clit, fingers slick with her own desire. "Then show me," she demanded, her voice low and husky. "Show me how badly you want this." And with that, she finally released him from the confines of her mouth, only to replace his length with the warmth of two skilled fingers as they plunged into her wet heat in a lewd gesture that had every nerve ending in NIco's body on fire.

Her hips began to move faster now, grinding against him in perfect synchrony as she fucked herself on his fingers while he moaned her name and fought against the edge of his release. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air along with their gasps and pants as they moved together in a rhythm that was at once raw and beautiful. And all around them, the restaurant continued to buzz with life, oblivious to the two lovers lost in their passion right there in full view.

"Oh fuck," Grace hissed as her orgasm slammed through her, her body tensing impossibly tight around NIco's fingers before finally releasing them with a wet pop and collapsing against him bonelessly. "Fuck, that was... oh." Her voice trailed off into a contented moan as she laid her head on his shoulder, their bodies still joined in the most intimate way possible.

After what seemed like an eternity, NIco finally felt his control slipping as he neared the edge of his own release. With one last thrust upward,

Grace grinned, her cheeks still flushed from exertion and pleasure. "Was it worth it?" she purred, gazing up at him with those golden eyes that always left him a little breathless. "Besides," she added mischievously, leaning in to whisper into his ear, "I thought you were supposed to be some kind of gym god. Couldn't you handle it?" She ran her tongue slowly along the edge of his ear before nipping at it playfully, sending shivers down his spine.

As he buried himself deeper inside her with one last thrust, she arched her back in response, their bodies moving together as one in a perfect symphony of desire and need. "You feel so good," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she held on for dear life. "Don't ever stop." Her voice was raw with emotion, and he couldn't help but wonder if maybe she meant those words more now than she had before.

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him release inside her, his warmth spreading through her like fire. Her muscles clench around him in response, milking every last drop before finally relaxing with a satisfied sigh. "Fuck," she moans softly, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "That was amazing."

As their bodies cool and become less entwined, they slowly come back to reality: the warmth of the restaurant, the sounds of other couples enjoying their meals, even the fact that there are people sitting just a few feet away from them in this private booth. But for now, all Grace can focus on is how good it feels to be with NIco, and how lucky she is that he's hers.

With one last satisfied groan, Grace reluctantly pulls away from NIco and sits back up, using her fingers to wipe some of the evidence from their tryst off his stomach before pushing herself upright. She bites her bottom lip as she looks at him, unable to hide the satisfied smirk on her face. "We definitely shouldn't rush," she teases before glancing around them and realizing that perhaps they should get dressed and out of there before someone notices what they've been up to.

She lets out a small laugh as she starts buttoning her blouse, feeling the warmth between her legs from where he was inside her just moments ago. "Well," she says, tucking herself back into her panties and finally standing up straight, "guess we better go find our waiter and pay the bill." Her voice is a little breathless as she leads him toward the front of the restaurant, her walk a sultry saunter that leaves no doubt in anyone's mind about what they've just been up to.

Her heart flutters at the intensity in his words and she looks up into his eyes as they kiss, her lips parting slightly to deepen the connection between them. "You're the only one for me," she whispers, reaching up to touch his cheek before pulling away. "Don't you ever forget that." It's a promise and a warning all rolled into one; a testament to their unbreakable bond.

Her eyes widen and fill with tears as he pulls out the box and gets down on one knee in front of her. It's not just the words that leave her speechless; it's the way he looks at her, the way he holds her hand, the way his entire body seems to vibrate with sincerity. Tears stream down her face as she gazes into his eyes, unable to believe what is happening in this moment.

When he finally asks his question, her breath catches and a sob escapes her lips before she can stop it. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, wiping the tears from her cheeks with shaking hands. "Oh my god, yes." Her lips tremble as she speaks, but there is no mistaking the joy, the gratitude, and the love in her voice. She looks down at his hand, holding hers tightly, before meeting his gaze again. "Yes, NIco, I'll marry you."

With a choked laugh that turns into a sob, she throws herself forward into his arms, pressing their bodies together as tightly as possible and burying her face against his neck. He holds her carefully, stroking her hair and murmuring words of love and comfort until finally, the sobs subside and they can both breathe again. When they pull back to look at each other once more, there is a new sense of connection between them; a bond that feels unbreakable.

And as they walk out of the restaurant together, hand in hand, she knows with every fiber of her being that she has found her forever person. Her heart is fuller than she ever thought possible and for the first time in a long time, Grace feels truly complete.

Shaking her head, Grace laughs softly. "Not yet." She reaches up to brush a lock of hair behind his ear, then trails her finger along his jaw. "Let's enjoy this for a while. They can wait a little longer to know they're getting a daughter-in-law," she teases with a mischievous grin.

They wander into their bedroom together, the weight of their impending conversation still lingering in the air like a thick fog. NIco sets her suitcase down beside his own and turns to face her, searching her eyes for any sign of how she truly feels about this. As he waits for her response, he can't help but wonder if they might have made a mistake by not telling anyone yet. But at the same time, it feels right to keep this moment between just the two of them...for now.

Her heart swells as he asks after the ring, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's perfect," she says softly, bringing her hands to rest on his chest before tracing lazy circles around the thin gold chain where the pendant lies hidden beneath his shirt. "I love it." She pauses, meeting his eyes with a steady gaze. "And I love you."

The words hang in the air between them, thick with emotion and meaning. Despite everything that's happened, despite the secrets they still need to untangle...in this moment, all that matters is the truth of their feelings for each other. And as NIco looks at her with those intense blue eyes, he knows she speaks from the depths of her heart.