"It's Valentine's Day?" You finally say after calming yourself, an amused smile on your face as you almost crack up. Watching his eyes and eyebrows twist to convey his emotions. Confusion, registration, surprise and then guilt.
"Oh, oh! Now I remember. Oh I apologize, lovely, I seemed to have forgotten. How about I fix it now that-" you sush him, as he pauses. Staring at your blank eyes.
"Don't worry, my deer, I already have something planned. If you'll please accompany me." You stand up, spinning on your heel to offer your hand. Giving your biggest smile, if you ignore the swear drop as you pray you won't get rejected.
Watching very carefully as his eyes run over your hand, his own talons playing with the thorns of the flowers. Hacking them off this ease as you gulp, whispering very quiet 'please's through your teeth. Which he picks up on by the small movement of his ears. His eyes move up to stare at you, his own hand placed in yours as you pull him up.
You felt your inner voices screaming in celebration as you act nonchalant. Intertwining fingers and pulling him along as he throws the bouquet down on the couch.
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He looks down at the plate of food, some venison with wine sauce and the Potatoes au Gratin. A glass of whiskey accompanied, soft tunes from an old radio playing off to the side as you nervously fidget. Waiting for him to start eating.
"Did you make this?" He asks, already cutting into the meat, pairing it with the potatoes as you nod. "Words, dear, use your words." He spoke, before putting the forkful in his mouth. Eyes closed as he hummed, smile lopsided in thought. Probably making sure of the taste.
"Yes, I did. Do you like it?" You start to dig in as well, all nervousness gone and replaced with curiosity. One of his eyes peeked open to stare at you.
"I love it," he responded, continuing to eat. As you silently celebrated. "It's almost as good as my cooking." You don't take it personally, aware he had a bit of an ego. But hey! You love him still, even if he can be a bit... Eh.
You slowly start to slip a conversation in, as he engages. To your delight, sometimes it really feels like you two haven't gone on many dates before. But he usually took the dominant position in those things. So to once be the one to have fixed everything felt new. Exciting actually.
"Care for a dance?"
"I'd love to," you respond, already having a hand around his shoulder. Of course he'd request it, there's music after all. And the atmosphere was perfect, "how about some resting after this? You up for it?" You ask, moving your feet along with his.
"I'll gladly watch over you if that's what you're suggesting." He closed his eyes, as you hold back a sigh. "Nope, like-" you trail off, trying to find the right word. But he patiently waited, only continuing with the slow dance.
"Car got your tongue?" He only asked as you sigh, "no, I just thought, we'd maybe...Cuddle?" There was a glitch in his step as the music scratched for a moment. But as quick as it came it disappeared, his eyes now open. Casting down a red glow on your face as he spins you.
"Getting a bit bold now are?" He laughed, the spinning picking up pace as you get a bit dizzy, "didn't take you for the type, darling." He smiled as you stare unamused. Having been thrown back to the normal waltz. You were gonna bark back with something like, 'we're engaged' 'you look tired' 'well I'm sorry mister cannibal' but instead you get a smug smile on your face.
Bold? I'll show you bold.
You make it shift slowly, just maneuvering some more of the dance moves. Slowly taking control, not enough to draw attention but enough to get closer to the perfect moment. And when you two were gonna take a quick turn you bend him back to a dip. Sneaking a quick peek on his lips as his eyes open in surprise. The same jack in the music came, except it never turned back on.
You watch his face contort in shock, eyes flickering to you before humming. "Don't dip me, dear. You know I'm taller, this is just awkward." You watch as an embarrassed flush came over his face. Barely noticeable in the dim room. But perfectly noticeable from the light generated by his eyes and teeth.
"Sorry." You respond, even if you didn't mean it one bit. You pull him back as he gathers footing, leaving you both to stare at each other. Before he leans forward to plant a kiss to your temple. Staying longer as he whispered into your ear.
"15 minutes," he starts, warm breathing on your earlobe as you pause. "We can cuddle for 15 minutes." He said, hooking his arms under your legs to carry you.
As you yet again inwardly celebrate. Not that you showed that, the giddiness kept locked up as you whisper back.
"Greatly appreciated."
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I'll be continued to work on requests but thought I'd do something quick for the occasion. This wasn't proofread and was made a little late. But here you all go.
Valentines special
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