The initial plan was to post this on bonfire night, but clearly that didn't happen!
They were distracted by the sound of fireworks – a starling boom drawing the four supernaturals to the small garden behind the B&B, the TV now ignored and abandoned in the background.
The night was dry, the crisp autumn coolness lingering, not yet transforming into the expected winter freeze.
The group separated into their respected couples, all heads titled to the skies, silent and transfixed.
The darkness was now alight with an array of colours – blue, red and green. Bursts of gold and silver sparkled and fell from the heavens in a blanket of glitter, before another wave of swirls appeared, chasing away the darkness.
George wrapped his arms around Nina's waist, hands gently stroking her swollen stomach. He kissed her neck as she leaned her back into his chest, and he grinned, realising this time next year, their son or daughter would be here too.
"Their beautiful," whispered Annie, eyes wide in delight, completely engrossed in the display above that she was unaware one person was not watching.
Mitchell mumbled a response, not really listening. He'd seen his share of fireworks throughout the years for the magic to ware off, but tonight was a blessing, a small pocket of bliss breaking up his recent gloomy, nervous days.
His attention was solely focused on Annie, and he took the opportunity to watch her eyes fill with wonder; the colours highlighting the delicate features of her face; the way her lips twitched into a breathtaking smile.
She was beautiful and kind and wonderful. And it suddenly hit him, just how much he cared about her, loved her, and would do anything for her. It was cheesy – George would mock him for a lifetime – but his undead heart lifted and danced everyday with her.
He was a selfish man. He was lying to her. He would face all eventual punishment, but the disappointment, her disappointment when she looked at him, her love morphing into disgust – that would destroy him….
Annie turns then, watching with curious eyes, and he's transfixed on her moving lips, unashamedly wanting them to press against his skin. She smiles timidly under his heavy gaze.
"What?" he stumbles, voice thick realising she's spoken. He wondered if she noticed his blatant staring and warmth swept his face.
"I said, you're missing the fireworks," she repeats, running a cool palm against his cheek.
He doesn't answer, momentarily lost in her touch, her eyes and the truth is suddenly on the tip of his tongue, before vanishing just as quickly.
He presses his forehead against hers, "I'm in love with you, Annie", he breathes heavily and locks his gaze on her so she knows he means it, and he does, that's the utter truth.
He kissed her hard with as much love and passion his old soul could muster.
It didn't matter what shit they where in – what he was in – all that matter was that he loved her.
The moment was theirs and nothing could touch it.
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