Travis let out a sigh of relief as he managed to get Lucky to actually leave. It was close to two in the morning and his buddy Stash and his wife had left a few hours earlier to put their kids to bed. Lucky had insisted on sticking around, even though he knew Travis had decided later that he wanted to ask Chase in private as opposed to in front of everyone.

Black painted fingernails scratched his cheek. He leaned on the door, lifting green eyes to search the room for Chase.

Chase wasn't drunk. But she laid comfortably on the couch all the same. Earlier tonight, she could've sworn she was all dressed up with nowhere to go. Yet, everything was waiting for her. She couldn't have asked for a better gift.

Hair, previously loose and styled, was now in a hair clip. Sloppily half up half down. Somehow, Chase managed to pull off the messy look. Chase's eyes were opened, looking up to the ceiling. She'd leave soon.

Travis probably had work the next day. Like usual, she'd ask before assuming too much. But not at the moment. She usually asked right before leaving.

Chase had kissed him countless times tonight. Most of those times were when she could get his hands on him minutes after she feasted her eyes on her band mates for the first time in years.

During the party, they sat next to each other, sneaking in out of intertwining fingers and resting hands on each other's thighs. It was those moments Chase adored. And his kisses.

"I hoped it would be special, love." He smothered her with another kiss, maneuvering his body to press her back into the cushions. He wanted to get on top of her. His left hand trailed down the side of her body: over her shoulder, across her breast, and down her stomach to settle low on her hip.

He kissed her deeply again, flicking his tongue across her lower lip before he shifted to press light kisses along her jaw. "I got you something else, too, Rose. Guess," he whispered, lightly nipping her neck with his teeth.

Chase smiled into his kiss. It was a constant crime of hers. Acrobatically smooth, she shifted with his movements to make the shift more fluid. When his kisses were energetically different in effort and zeal, she felt her eyes burn. Yet, with a few deep hisses of inhales through her nostrils, it was still her in control.

She let the high take over her. That wasn?t the makings of an avatar. Her long-last lipstick stayed true through it all. It was why she picked that to be applied earlier on.

A shiver, a gasp, and a craning of her neck to yearningly offer more epidermic terrain for him to blaze trails on. Her hands lowered from his hair to follow the etchings of his broad shoulders.

He was gone for almost ten minutes. Very little, if any noise came from the room, so Chase would have no idea what he was doing. Travis spent several minutes in front of the mirror, trying to calm his nerves.

Just about the time he knew Chase would investigate, his bedroom door opened. Travis emerged fingering the lapel of his suit coat. Dressed in a snazzy tux, complete with the shiny shoes and no rock band jewelry, he moved towards Chase.

"What..... what do you think?" He held his arms out and turned around so she could see the whole package.

At first, she was questioning just how much she drank earlier. Had it only begun to take effect now? Her brows were up for a moment. When she convinced herself that it wasn?t her intoxication, she let herself smile.

Taking on a more thoughtful pose, she crossed one leg over the other and rested both hands on her crossed over knee. Her head even tilted, and when he faced her again, she restrained from breaking out into snickers.

?It?s?different? I mean?? She recomposed herself, not wanting to offend him. She stood, keeping a distance, and rested her hands on her hips. Eyes went from head to toe, and then looked back to him.

??You look like the millions we used to make back then.? Nodding slowly, she tilted her head the other way. ?You?d look better with a tie than a bow tie. I?m not feeling the bow tie.? She let a snicker escape her that time. It had justice.

The look of amusement was sobered away a few notches. More than a few. Initially, she thought this to be some sort of outfit for a job he had coming up. At first, she even had suspicions of him playing for a wedding of some kind.

Tears didn?t come to her yet; she was still trying to understand still. When he began to lower, her eyes were glassy in an instant. Not even a bunny could hop out of a hat that fast.

He snapped the box open to reveal a rather large diamond ring. The middle stone was large enough to be about 2 carats and the ones set on either side were 1 carat each. The band was studded with several smaller 1/4 carat diamonds all the way around. His hands continued to shake as he pulled the ring out of the box.

"I love you so much, baby. Nothing would make me happier than for you to say yes." Her silence, however, was starting to unnerve him.

Chase's eyes shut, brows furrowed and bottom lip bit down. A hand rushed to her forehead, then to her lips to shield her open mouth from view. More gasps. "Yes...Yes, Travis Angel..." Before her knees could buckle and have her fall to the ground, she squatted to join him at his level. "I love you, Travis..." As shaky as they were, they were desperate.

"I want you to be my husband..." Her eyes closed tighter than they already were, her emotions making her less than composed. "I love you so much!" It was barely audible since that was mixed with a sob. She was smiling through her descent, and her tears. Chase was smiling and nodding furiously.

"Oh baby," he whispered happily. Travis made a grab for her and let the box fall to the floor. He held her tightly and kissed her cheek, ear, and neck over and over. "I love you!" He was smiling broadly, pulling away to put the ring on her finger. It had cost him a fortune, but what was the point of hoarding the money he had left over from their past? Spending it on his future wife was far more productive. She deserved nothing less. "You just made me the happiest man alive, Rose."

"Baby..." Chase held him tightly. It was like all those other nights when they would hold each other, both crying. He began whispering the pet name into her ear and it became soothing to her.

"I want to marry you, Travis..." It was a realization as much as it was a reinforcement. Chase kissed him as much as she could manage before he went to put his ring through her finger. It was their ring, now. "I love you....!" After his confession about being the happiest man alive, tears and all, she lunged into a kiss to his lips.

She made the kiss a passionate one, hands on either side of his head to keep him there. Where she wanted him.