Dropping her empty cup into the nearest trash bin, Vicki followed his gaze to the Ferris wheel. A bright grin touched her face as she remembered their second date. "So long as you don't rock it and scare the crap out of me, sure," she agreed
"Would I do that?" he asked, grinning back at her. He might, but not if she didn't want him to. "Trust me?" he asked, reaching for her hand. He already knew the answer to that question, but had to ask anyway.
"What would you do if I said no?" she asked, chuckling as her gloved hand slipped into his, squeezing affectionately. "Darling, by now, that really should be a given."
He seemed to consider that a moment, the look on his face not a very serious one. "I suppose I'd either have to convince you, or carry you kicking and screaming onto the ride." As if that wouldn't attract any attention.
"Good to know where I stand!" She laughed, lengthening her stride to fall in beside him as they wound their way through the revelers toward the line for the Ferris wheel.
"Don't worry, Vicki. I won't let anything happen to you," he promised her, especially not on something as presumably harmless as a ferris wheel. "I'll bet the view is amazing," he said, looking up at the wheel as it turned around.
"Mmm," she agreed, looking up with him. "You know, if we've timed this right, we might be at the top when midnight hits. That might be kind of fun."
"Snogging at the top of the wheel?" he teased. Whether they were at the top of the wheel or not, she was definitely getting kissed when the countdown was over.
"Maybe we should make a bet on who smooches first," she teased him back, knowing perfectly well that would end in at least one split lip. They both had their competitive sides.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it will be me," he admitted. He was a shameless romantic, after all. "Should I recite Shakespeare from ... how high do you think that is?" he asked, looking way up.
"Putting a number on it doesn't help," she told him, laughing once again. To be fair, she had made a lot of headway with her fear of heights in recent years, but it would always be there.
"We don't have to, if you'd rather not," he told her, not wanting to make her do anything she was uncomfortable about. They each had their own fears, but with the others' help had been getting better about them.
"No, I'd like to," she assured him. "I'm just going to need some distracting, that's all. Think you can handle that?"
"I think I can manage that," he told her, tipping her chin toward him so he could press another kiss against her lips, as if to prove his ability to distract her.
She giggled against his lips, cuddling in close as the line moved on. "You're such a lovely man," she murmured cheerfully. "This is going to be a good year, isn't it?"
"And you are biased," he told her, with a gentle tweak of her nose. She was and had always been his biggest fan, even before they'd been a couple. Then again, she'd known him since she was a baby. "You're also very good for my ego."
"Honey, if I wasn't good for your ego before, I certainly am now," she grinned, her nose crinkling at his tweak. "I hope the kids are being good for Elle and Dom."
"No worrying about the kids," he scolded her gently. It wasn't that he didn't miss them, but these little dates of theirs were rare and few. "I'm sure Elle and Dom know how to keep them entertained."
"I'm not worrying about them," she defended herself in amusement. "I'm worrying about the babysitters!" Not that Elle and Dom needed to be worried about - between a former thief and a professor who told amazing stories, the kids were probably having a fantastic time.
"I'm sure they're fine. We'll return the favor sometime," he assured her as they moved up in line. "You still want to do this? There's still time to back out," he warned her, as they got closer to the front of the line.
Vicki smiled up at him. "I'll be fine," she promised. "I've got you to take care of me, after all. Besides, if I could do one of these on our second date, I can definitely do one now."
"Okay, here goes nothing then," he said, as their turn in line came up, and he led her onto the platform that led to their seat at the wheel. "Should be an awesome view," he murmured, though she might not want to think too hard about that.
"It should be," she agreed, sliding onto the seat. Only someone who knew her would be able to see the faint tension in her form, but she was leagues better at this these days.
Just as he was better at dealing with crowds. He slid onto the seat beside her and waited for the ride worker to secure them into the seat. Jon slid an arm around Vicki's shoulders, hoping to help her feel a little more secure. "Ready?" he asked, though it was too late to back out now.
"With you next to me, I'm ready for anything," she promised, holding onto the guard rail over their legs as she leaned into him. It was probably going to be cold at the top of the wheel's arc, but right now, she didn't care. She was having fun with her husband, that was all that mattered.
He almost wished they'd brought a blanket, but he hadn't thought of that, and it was too late to think about it now. Where was Sol when he needed him? He smiled softly back at her, pulling her against him, not only to keep her warm but to help her feel safe and secure. "Here we go," he warned.
The three minute countdown had already begun by the time the wheel got moving properly, lifting them up and displaying a gorgeous view of the packed streets. Torches flickered everywhere, illuminating the cheerful faces getting ready to ring in the New Year together as the sound of their merriment rose up to the riders on the wheel itself. Vicki laid her head on Jon's shoulder, turning her eyes up to the starlit sky. "It's so beautiful."
"It is, isn't it?" he said, the smile heard in his voice, his eyes on her, rather than the view, at least for the moment. He couldn't ever remember visiting Edinburgh, especially not at New Year's, but there was a lot about his former life that he couldn't remember. These last few years, he'd found he didn't miss those memories much - he was too busy making new ones.