[Can love last for] .::one hundred years::. [Example Roleplay/Idea] by Bean_09

Kat smiled, setting the pot on the stove. She pushed the spaghetti meat to a back burner, pouring the noodles into the pot. "Could you get a bowl out for me?"

"Of course," he got out a bowl for her, about the size someone making spaghetti would ask for, and set it on the counter. "Anything else?"

Kat chuckled. "Wash your hands... Well..." She washed her hands then scooped butter into the bowl, drizzling the garlic salt all over it. "Two fingers, and start mixing..."

He did as he was told and started mixing. "Doesn't one normally use spoons for mixing?"

Katarina laughed, moxing the butter with him. "Normal people.. Ordinary people.. I'm neither love..." She wiped her fingers off then went and got a loaf of bread, cutting slices into it and started putting the garlic-butter inbetween the slices.

He chuckled, cleaning off his fingers when he was done. "I suppose you're not," he kissed her cheek. "But I love you, all the same."

Kat chuckled. "Love you too..." She reached over to the oven and turned it on 350, sliding the bread in. (, that's for Alora. XD)

He smiled and waited patiently. "Now we wait," he guessed.

Kat smiled, kissing Deryk softly. "Yep, wait. About 10 minutes or so and it's done... Sound good?"

He smiled and kissed her back. "Yep, sounds fine."

Kat chuckled, pulling Deryk back into the living room. She sat down and smiled, pulling him down with her.

He chuckled and sat down next to her on the couch, holding her hand, smiling at her.

Katarina smiled, kissing him softly.

He smiled, kissing her back softly and lovingly.

Kat rested her head on his chest, sighing.

"What's wrong, love," he murmured, stroking her back softly, resting his cheek on her hair.

Kat laughed, kissing Deryk softly. "Love, I'm perfect right now. I've never felt so happy in my life..."

He smiled. "Do I really make you that happy," he wondered aloud, looking in her eyes. He knew she made him that happy.

Katarina nodded, smiling with a rosy blush on her cheeks. "Yeah, you really do make me that happy.."

"I'm glad," he smiled and kissed her softly. All he wanted to do was make her happy. He was glad he'd done that, at the very least.

Katarina smiled, kissing him back. "Deryk, I love you and dinner's ready..."

"I love you, too," he kissed her softly and stood, taking her hand. "Shall we?"

Katarina smiled, nodding. "Mom, dad! Dinner's done!!! Come and get it!!!" She smiled and walked with Deryk into the kitchen getting out plates and cups. "Love, could you get the tea out of the fridge please?"

"Yeah, sure," he smiled and did as she asked, setting it on the counter by the cups. "Anything else I can help with, love?"

Kat shrugged. "Put noodles on plates? I guess that's it really... Just gotta get dinner set on the table and we're done..."