A/N: A collection of 'fluff' which is just me getting to write out all of the hopes I had for Lou and Will as a couple.
It was quiet in the annexe. Quiet and dark. I looked around in surprise to see all of the curtains had been draped shut. The home was lit by candles on the floor, candles on the bench top, candles everywhere. Had there been a power outage? Was Will's chair charged enough to get him through?
"Will?" I called as I put my bag on the kitchen table.
I walked into the living room, half expecting Will to be in a mood due to the darkness but that was the opposite of what I found. The living room had more little tealight candles lighting up the room where hundreds of rose petals decorated the floor and chair. And Will... Will was not in his chair. He was on the couch, his arm lazily draped over the side in a suit that had been tailored to perfect. He looked as if he would have been able to get up and greet me, so comfortable out of his chair, but we both knew th...