Hands raised glasses, clinked, jiggling the burgundy into rubies.

Eyes met eyes.

Fingernails clicked, knuckles touched at that moment.

The candles were kind to the older woman with blue eyeshadow and slumbering locks of white-gold.

The smile was tremulous on her carmined lips.

Viggo leant forward and kissed those lips silently, without movement. He told a story meaningfully, in that one long quiet kiss to his lover.

Sean grinned, and brought his scarlet nails gently down Viggo's jawline.

Viggo turned his head and kissed the wrist where the pulse pounded.

There was untold passion given and received in those touches.