Silly fluff. Sorry it's so darn short. Can't be on here for long.
I don't own a thing- but I do have some money!
Lights of Heaven
"You picked a really nice view tonight, Mac," she murmured quietly, holding her glass of wine and smiling.
He shrugged. "You know, Stell, this is the first place where Claire and I watched the fireworks when we were married. She said that it was almost like watching the heavens display colors that no one could have ever seen from the ground." His arm looped gently around her body. "We'd come here every year after that…"
Stella allowed his voice to drift into the night, watching the fireworks light up the nighttime sky and cocking her head in amusement. "To this very location? You would always sit on this balcony? In this hotel?"
Mac gave a slight grin. "Well, one year we had to move over a spot, and Claire kind of went up in arms about the whole thing. I told her we'd have a different experience- maybe something more magical." He let out a dry chuckle. "She got a bit of ash on her outfit that night. Nearly sued the hotel for forcing us to move."
"Is that not a bit extreme?" she asked, pouring herself some more Coke.
The man smiled. "I talked her out of it using some… persuasive techniques."
Stella laughed slightly, watching more greens and blues light up the night sky. "Well, I think you picked a good spot for us to be tonight, Mac. I thought it would maybe…"
"Stir up some old memories?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah. You and Claire used to come here all the time. I didn't know whether or not it was a good idea to come to this spot, but…"
Mac subtly nudged the female closer to him. "I know what you mean. It did stir up old memories, but in the light of the fireworks, it's also helping create some new ones. New ones that we can both cherish for as long as we live."
Stella nodded slowly. "Yeah."
The two sat in silence for a moment after this. The fireworks continued booming in the distance, and Mac leaned back a little bit. "So. Are you doing anything tomorrow?"
"Working. But you knew that already."
Silence again.
"How about after work? Anything special?"
She shook her head. "Why? Were you planning on doing something?"
Mac shrugged again. "Maybe take you out to dinner if you aren't busy. We haven't done anything really personal since…" He frowned. "Since I don't know when."
"Could you consider tonight personal?" she asked.
He squeezed his arm around her tightly. "Tonight doesn't count."
"Who's keeping count?"
They laughed at this for a moment before she continued. "If you are talking seriously, then no. I'm not doing anything tomorrow night. What were you thinking about doing?"
Mac looked at her. "You want to… I dunno. Go for dinner or something?"
Stella blinked. "Dinner?"
"Well, I know you can be busy and stuff and…" He blushed slightly. "Yeah. Dinner."
The fireworks exploded some more.
She smiled, squeezing his hand. "I think I can do that."
Mac felt a warm feeling wash over his body. "Happy 4th of July, Stella."
"I love you, too, Mac," she teased, giving him a slight kiss on the cheek as the finale of fireworks began.
So what if it's cliché? I know it is. I like it. Happy Fourth, everyone!