"Well then, you find a knife and I shall go pour the champagne, and together we'll cut the cake," James offered before slipping away and finding his bar section. Stepping around it, he reached down to grab said champagne, a very nice bottle indeed, and he began to make his way back towards the kitchen. Finding the two glasses, he set them down and began to pour each of them a glass.
He then set the bottle down when he was pleased with the distribution, and moved with her to the cake. He reached out to take her hand and stepped behind her, grabbing the cutter with her hands, pressing his hips against hers as he pushed her closer to the counter. Slowly sliding the cutter into the cake with her, leaning his lips in close.
"I love you," He offered before kissing her ear while they cut.