{Chapter: 117 - A Beautiful Date}
Soon, they arrived at the restaurant—one of the city's more exclusive establishments. Daisy slowed at the entrance, frowning slightly.
"There's no one here," she said, glancing around the dimly lit interior. It was silent, empty… save for a single table near the window, set for two with polished silver, wine glasses, and a flickering candle at the center.
Aiden turned to her with a smile that was equal parts mischief and devotion. "That's because I rented the whole place."
Daisy's brows shot up. "Wait—you what?"
"Every woman deserves her fantasy date at least once," Aiden said, stepping toward her and offering his arm. "I know you're used to tactical briefings and SHIELD cafeterias… but tonight, I wanted you to have this. Just us. And As your man, I feel obligated to give you a perfect date."
Her expression softened instantly. She placed her hand on his arm and looked up at him, voice dropping an octave. "You realize you're making it very, very hard for me to keep my hands to myself, right?"
"Good," he whispered, brushing a kiss to the back of her hand.
As they entered, she leaned in and murmured near his ear, "After dinner… I might just break all the rules."
He paused, glancing at her sideways. "Are you threatening me or enticing me?"
Daisy's lips curled into a grin. "Why not both?"
Their laughter mingled as they took their seats, the candlelight dancing between them. And for the first time in a long time, Daisy Johnson wasn't Quake the Agent, or the hacker, or the rebel.
She was simply a woman in love—with a man who knew exactly how to unravel every inch of her heart.
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Elegant environment. Romantic atmosphere.
The restaurant exuded an understated luxury—dimmed lighting, a soft golden hue flickering from tall candles, and gentle classical music flowing like silk through the air. A violinist played in the corner with delicate precision, accompanied by the quiet murmur of piano keys, setting a dreamlike rhythm that wrapped around every breath they took.
Aiden pulled out a chair for Daisy, always the gentleman, before sitting across from her. As they settled into their seats, the warm candlelight illuminated her features—the subtle arch of her brow, the way her lips parted slightly as she smiled, her eyes reflecting both surprise and delight. It cast shadows that danced along her collarbones, the curves of her figure accentuated by the fitted black dress she wore. She was breathtaking.
He noticed her glancing around the empty restaurant, her lips twitching upward in amusement. "So… the whole place, huh?" she murmured, voice teasing.
Aiden leaned in slightly, fingers toying with the base of his wine glass. "When I said I wanted the night to be all about you, I meant it."
Daisy raised an eyebrow and rested her chin on her hand, pretending to study him. "You always this charming, or am I just special?"
"You're Quake," he said, his voice low and intimate. "You're always going to be special."
Her cheeks colored faintly, though she tried to hide it behind a sip of wine. The tension between them pulsed beneath the surface—unspoken, magnetic.
Dinner passed in a blissful haze of laughter, quiet flirtation, and the occasional brush of hands across the table. Every once in a while, their eyes would meet—hers filled with a challenge, his with promise—and a soft, invisible current ran between them. It was both comforting and thrilling.
Their conversations wove between playful teasing and meaningful glances. Aiden recounted stories of misadventures that had nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D., making her laugh until she leaned forward, nearly breathless. Daisy, in turn, opened up more than she usually allowed herself to—about the quieter parts of her life, the pieces that existed outside the of the reach.
She'd almost forgotten what it felt like to just be.
Time melted away like butter on a warm plate.
Then, as their plates were cleared and the last notes of a gentle melody faded into silence, Aiden stood and moved to her side. He offered his hand with a smile that sent a ripple down her spine.
"Dear, are you satisfied?" he asked, his arm slipping around her waist as he led her toward the exit.
Daisy looked up at him, her heart hammering a little harder than she expected. "Satisfied doesn't even begin to cover it," she whispered. "You're… really good at this."
He leaned in, brushing his lips near her ear as they stepped outside. "Good. Because the night isn't over."
She shivered—partly from the breeze, but mostly from him.
"Next event?" she asked, lips curving into a playful smirk. "You planned more?"
"Of course," Aiden replied, voice laced with mischief. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't follow through on my promises?"
She let out a breathless laugh and leaned closer. "Lead the way, Romeo."
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A hotel stood just around the corner. It was elegant and discreet—tall windows veiled in ivory curtains, a doorman who nodded silently as they passed, and a lobby filled with hushed luxury. No fanfare. Just intention.
Inside the elevator, the tension between them snapped taut. Daisy stood close, too close—her shoulder brushing his arm, her perfume clouding his senses with something floral and intoxicating. She bit her lip and peeked at him from under her lashes.
"So…" she murmured, her voice nearly a purr. "What else is on your carefully planned itinerary?"
Aiden didn't answer.
Instead, the second the elevator doors closed, he turned and captured her mouth in a kiss that made the world fall away.
It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was heated—desperate in the way that only lovers who'd been holding back for far too long could understand. His hand found her hip, then slid around to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Daisy responded immediately, her arms looping around his neck as she kissed him back with an intensity that surprised even her.
Ding.
The elevator arrived on their floor, but neither moved at first. They just stared—chests rising and falling in tandem, lips parted, the energy between them crackling like static.
Aiden broke the silence first. "Let's go."
They stumbled out, half-laughing, half-silent with anticipation. By the time they reached the hotel room door, Aiden had already unwrapped the shawl from her shoulders and tossed it aside like a ribbon falling from a gift.
He unlocked the door quickly, and the moment it clicked open, he swept her up into his arms with ease—her laugh soft against his shoulder as he carried her inside.
She kissed him again before he could even close the door. They made it halfway across the room before his hands found the zipper at her back.
"You're really in a hurry," she whispered between kisses.
"I've waited long enough," he murmured, his voice husky. "You drive me crazy."
She leaned her forehead against his. "Good."
He laid her down gently on the bed, as if she were made of something precious—yet his touch never stopped.
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