His hands fell to her waist, and his fingertips dug into the slippery fabric to pull her to him and into a kiss. A slow kiss, as slow and lazy as the turn he made her take with him so that her back was toward the spiral staircase leading down to the penthouse's terrace. Oliver glanced up, quickly, casually, and caught a glimpse of two blonde heads, one with a pair of omnioculars and the other with a camera, peaking above the top stair. Good, everything was in place. He kept turning Cho slowly around, almost like they were dancing to the last slow song of the night, and finally broke away when they were back where they started from.
"You're not in any hurry to get to Rastrick Hall, are you?" he asked.
"Nope," she said, a mischievous glint in her eye as she brushed her fingers along the edge of his waistband. "I can wait."
Oliver chuckled. "No, not for that, love. Though, later..." He grinned a little wider. "But right now I had something I wanted to tell you, before we're out there in front of the cameras. Some of the reporters might ask us about it, so I wanted to tell you myself."
"Oh, okay," she said, a little nervously, and then she clasped both hands in front of her, waiting.