Ansel was reluctant to let Lucio go as the younger man twirled away, but he couldn't deny how beautiful Lucio looked in the moonlight, his lithe form lit up by the silvery light and his golden hair glowing as it flowed around his head. It seemed like it was easy for the two men to get caught up in one another's fantasies, and Lucio added quite a bit of his own, talking about seaside cottages, oyster diving, eloping. Lucio's last vocalization was probably the most attractive to Ansel, the idea that he could run away with this stunning young man and declare his everlasting love for him in a way that was reminiscent of lovestruck teenagers. They were Romeo and Juliet, or perhaps Romeo and Mercutio in their genderbent version of the classic love story, only in their play there was no tragedy lurking in the final act. Death would not find them; they would live together for decades, wrapped up in one another's arms, and if they were lucky the dust would never settle on their May-December romance.<br/><br/>But no, eloping wasn't the answer, even if it did sound incredibly attractive in that moment. Even while high, Ansel had the nagging feeling that Lucio wouldn't want to solidify their relationship in such a hurried, secretive manner. Lucio was a young man who kept things incredibly close to his chest and didn't like to reveal too much about himself, Ansel had quickly come to see this quality in his lover, but he was also a man who liked finer things, who appreciated beauty, elegance and those sweet moments of extravagance that left the prettiest imprints on one's memory. The appeal of a secret marriage was there, certainly, but with time Ansel believed that Lucio would regret not having a romantic wedding ceremony filled with rich foods, a delicious cake and sweet music. No, eloping wouldn't do. Lucio deserved only the best.<br/><br/>Lucio returned to him and Ansel eagerly wrapped his arms around the smaller man, holding him close to his chest and leaning down to smell his soft hair. There wasn't an inch of Lucio's body that wasn't perfection. He desperately wished that he could scream to the world about how Lucio made him feel, about how desperately in love he was with the striking youth, and on the lake perhaps he could. But the high would pass, and Monday would come and they would have to return to secrecy, hiding their prohibited relationship from Ansel's other students, the faculty, the university as a whole lest Ansel lose his position. They only had a few weeks left until the end of term, so the wait wasn't long, but Ansel had a sinking feeling that every day would feel like torture until he could take Lucio into his arms once again.<br/><br/>"Sleeping underneath the stars sounds lovely." The professor smiled and followed Lucio back up to the lake house, strolling into the kitchen and immediately digging through the cupboards. He pulled out Lucio's bag of chips and held them out to him. "How about these? Seem like a good enough snack." He also grabbed a few bottles of water, as they had finished the ones left back near their sandy bed, and waited patiently as Lucio collected whatever else he was interested in snacking on. The high was only now starting to wear off, and Ansel could feel his mood sinking slightly as the colors became a little duller and strong lines of the kitchen became a little softer. There was still maybe thirty to forty-five minutes left of heightened sensitivity, however, and Ansel didn't intend on letting it go to waste.<br/><br/>"Do you have everything you need, darling?" he asked curiously, eager to get back to the sand and embrace Lucio's lovely body once more.