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[The ball.

He wouldn't say he was overly fond of those sort of events, though he could see the merit in them. More so after what had happened last night. Michael would do his duty, attend those functions when necessary, but he was in Wonderland and his duty was nothing now compared to when he'd been in Vega. He could, essentially, do exactly as he pleased, and, other than helping when something happened, he had a sense of freedom that he didn't have back home.

Structure, he had thrived on it, still did. But, here, his freedom opened him up to experiences that would have previously been lost to him.

And, that had led him to Bela. They had met, and things had moved forward in a way that Michael didn't think he'd ever known before. It was natural, and unforced, without time restraints. And, she wouldn't suffer the same way here as she would have back home. Being with him was punishable, but here, it didn't matter.]

Bela.

[He whispered her name, and he wasn't trying to wake her. It had just slipped out as he lay there, holding her. Michael brushed a finger across her cheek, brow creasing in confusion. An emotion he'd probably feel a lot while he worked this all out.]

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Remember when I said I was with someone after that event between us? He was here. Sent back to his home a few months ago.

[It wasn't the easiest thing to talk about but it would have come up eventually.]

I was in love with him, I knew him for a while and in the time, we grew closer. [A pause.] So. There you go.

[He nods gently, not wanting to disturb her, but he frowns. A few months isn't a long time. Michael won't pretend to know much of human pain, but he tries, and he thinks sometimes that he does. This would have been, probably still is, hard on Bela.

Michael wishes he could make it so she wouldn't have felt that loss, but that isn't possible.]

I'm sorry, Bela.

[He moves his hand up and down, a little firmer, reassuring.]

We can talk of something else.

[Not that long at all, considering her lifespan compared to his. And he would be right in thinking that it was still hard for her - not as difficult as it was in the beginning - so she was getting there.]

Thank you. And it's okay, I don't mind talking about it because everything to do with him was important to me. Still is, in a way. Probably always will be too.

[Her fingers slide further along his arm and then back again, the pattern mindless.]

But if you want a change in topic, we could. Like the fact that you're not as reserved as I thought you were. [A knowing look.] Once you get into something, you really go for it. Talk about intense, Michael. Who knew?

[In other words, she really enjoyed last night.]

[If this archangel were the type to blush, he'd be doing that right now. He was unused to such open compliments, so easily and genuinely given, and he finds himself appreciating her more each moment they were together.

They could be lovers, and friends, he thought.]

It is easy to.. get into something. When ones partner is equally as enthusiastic.

[He, also, enjoyed last night.]

[Compliments where compliments were due. Bela felt that Michael should hear what she thought about what happened between them, how she honestly thought about it.]

Sometimes, I can't help myself. [She laughs lightly, shifting closer to him.]

But yeah, it was nice. I liked it a lot.

[He was glad that she couldn't help herself, it could only add to what they had been doing.]

It is good to know that we both found last night enjoyable.

[Michael adjusts his arm when she shifts closer, pulling her against him.]

What do you wish to do now.

[It was different in Wonderland, no pressing matters to attend to. Michael liked the freedom, but wasn't always sure what to do with it.]

[She presses a kiss to his shoulder, resting her hand on his chest afterwards. Moving seemed like too much of an effort at the moment.]

Well, at some point I am going to need something to eat. Although, I'm not sure what time it is.

[Bela laughs again.]

We could always continue on from last night but that's up to you, Michael.

[Michael was comfortable where they were, positioned like this on the bed, and, while he didn't want to move, he knew she'd have to eat eventually.]

We should eat. Then continue.

[He swipes his hand up her arm, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger.]

If you'd like.

[A finger runs along his collarbone as Bela makes a considering sound, deciding what to do.]

I think that sounds like a plan.

[She leans in to press a kiss to Michael's collarbone, letting her lips linger for a few long seconds.]

Even if you are rather tempting at the moment.

[His resolve was not so strong, and he knew if she kept on with those fingers, the food would be forgotten.]

As are you, but..

[Michael sighs and pushes her hand away. She needed to eat, or they couldn't continue this for long.]

...after.

All right.

[With some reluctance Bela moves away from him and gets to her feet, heading towards the closet to ask for some breakfast. When that's finished she brings a tray laden with toast and scrambled eggs, bacon and some tea to the small table in the room.

She glances over at him.]

Here or in bed? I can always get another tray.

[Michael watches her walk away, smiling lightly as she goes. She truly was a beautiful woman, there was no denying that.]

There is fine.

[Sliding to the edge of the bed, he wraps a sheet around himself, and tilts his head to the side.]

Is this your favorite breakfast?

One of my favourites. Sometimes, I just eat cereal- depends on my mood.

[Moving to the closet once more, Bela retrieves a silk gown and puts it on, coming over to Michael with an outstretched hand.]

What about you? I don't even know if you eat.

[She adds with a smile, admiring the way he looked right now. All rumpled and attractive.]

I do eat, but it isn't a necessity. I have never found myself overly fond of food or drink.

[He was unlike his brother or his brother's alternate in this. Their love of food and drink, especially sweets, and liquor, were both unrivaled.]

With all this free time in Wonderland, maybe I should explore my palate better.

[Michael looks at her, mouth curving.]

Maybe we could find me a favorite.

I don't see the harm in you trying new things.

[Her smile grows as she takes Michael by the hand to lead him over to the food laid out on the table.]

And yeah, I'd like to help you find a favourite kind of food. Starting with right now.

[It's an excuse to spend more time with him and get to know him better in the process.]

[He wraps his fingers around hers, and pushes himself off the bed. Michael's mouth curves up at her words, and he lets Bela guide him towards the table.]

The closets aren't always so bad with this, are they.

[They had a tendency to play tricks, but as far as he could tell, there was nothing wrong with the food here.]

I'd like that Bela, you helping me.

Most of the time the closets come through.

[Not that she's had a disaster...yet.]

It would be awful if you didn't like it, Michael. [Bela sounds amused, teasing as she sits down.]

Besides, I find it enjoyable. [She serves herself some of the food.] Help yourself.

If you like it, then that's all that matters.

[As someone that didn't need food to survive, he didn't place high priority on his personal preferences for taste.

He sits down across from her, and sets some of the food on a plate.]

Thank you.

[A light, content smile plays over his mouth.]

At least we don't have to leave in order to eat.

Its nice to have your own room service so to speak. Besides, I am in no rush to leave here.

[Which was absolutely true. Bela starts to eat some of the food, taking sips of tea between bites. She looks relaxed.]

I will stay as long as you want me to. Or need me to. Either way, I'm happy.

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