The Pixies Told Me
Windshield wipers swiping, the taxi pulled over to Arthur's house. You paid the driver and snatched up your backpack. Keys clinking and hands on the car door, you readied for a dash through the rain. In one fluid motion, you pulled the handle, stepped out, twisted around, and slammed the car door shut. Already sopping wet and shivering, you raced for the front door, careful not to slip on the puddles. You jammed in the key. It didn't go in. Hissing in irritation, you fumbled for the correct key, slid it in, and twisted the doorknob.
"Whoa, easy there."
On the warmer side of the door was Arthur, his hands also clasped on the doorknob. He welcomed you back with a charming smile while holding open the door and offering to take the soaking backpack from your hands.
"Thanks." You said sweetly, shrugging off the bag. You shed off your coat and undid your sneakers on the tile floor before placing your feet on the wooden floorboards. Settling in front of the heater, you appreciated the radiating warmth that evaporated the icy raindrops from your drenched body.
"Why don't you take a bath?" Arthur suggested as he draped a towel over your head. "I'll have some tea ready by the time you're done."
"Alright." You straightened up and skipped upstairs. Then you hesitated. Tracing back a few steps, you shouted, "Don't set the kitchen on fire, okay?"
"It's just tea, (name). You can trust me." he assured and wove you away.
Thankfully, the aroma of Earl Grey tea wafted around the living room instead of the choking smog of smoke. Arthur was sitting on the sofa, a book in hand and fingers elegantly curled around the handle of a teacup.
Pouring a steaming cup of tea, you set it on the table by the sofa and clambered next to Arthur. He kissed you tenderly on the forehead and absently played with the (h/c) strands of your freshly washed hair. A smile slowly broadened on his face and a chuckle escaped his lips when your (e/c) eyes were leveled with his emerald counterpart. Realizing how close you were, he abruptly jerked back and his cheeks reddened.
"What's wrong?" you asked, blinking innocently.
"N-n-nothing, it… it's just…" Arthur paused, his flustered green eyes suddenly incapable of meeting yours. "Th-the, ah yes, pixies told me you're the prettiest girl they have ever seen."
"Did they really?"
"Uh, y-yes, sure they did." he stuttered.
"Well then, they're telling me you're the best gentleman in the world anyone could hope for."
"What!?" He gawked in utter confusion and disbelief. "When did you start talking to pixies?"
"I never did." You laughed, leaning over and pecking him on the cheek. "And honestly Arthur, even I know the pixies are just an excuse."