The Man of Few Words
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Story One: The Magic of Snow
It wasn't an anniversary, and it wasn't even a significant day, which is what made it all the more perfect. He'd been waiting, somewhat patiently, for her to bound in one morning and pronounce it to be the day. He'd been prepared for this since September, when the idea had first come to him, and he'd gone out to Hartford to find exactly what he needed to pull off his plan. It was surprisingly late by Connecticut's standards, as it was almost December. But she had rushed inside that morning, her cheeks pink from the cold, her eyes glimmering with the excitement of the five year old that was buried inside, her scarf askew from being thrown on so quickly.
"Today's the day," she announced, bouncing slightly and clasping her gloved hands together.
"Are you sure?" he asked her sternly, giving away nothing of his own excitement, and turning to grab the pot of coffee to fulfil her morning quota.
"One hundred percent certain Mr Sceptic," she nodded decidedly.
"Alright then, since Rory can't be here, I suppose you're going to expect me to come with you tonight," he tried to play his usual reluctant part, but he was sure she would see through him immediately and wonder at his eagerness.
"Well, you know, since you do always provide the coffee and donuts every other year, you might as well come along." She wondered if something was up, it was unlike him to agree so quickly, but she brushed it off, thinking that after being in the position of her significant other for somewhere close to two and a half years, he was finally learning to pick his arguments.
"Alright, so I'll meet you out front at midnight then," he replied as he headed towards the recently occupied table to the right of the door.
"It's a date," she grinned again, or still, rather. She grabbed her cup and paused on her way out to kiss his cheek. "You certainly have your moments, don't you?"
"It's why you're still hanging around," he replied, one eyebrow raised teasingly.
"Oh no, it's all about the coffee, my friend. All about the coffee." And she breezed through the door, hugging herself and sipping from the cup as she sauntered down the street looking happily towards the sky.
--
Luke stood on the steps of the diner, rubbing his hands together to ward off the cold, watching as she crossed the square to meet him. It was dark and quiet, and the first flakes had descended only a few minutes earlier, making their timing perfect. He looked towards the sky, offering a private moment of thanks to the weather gods for providing the much-needed snow to make this entire exercise worthwhile.
"Have I ever been wrong?" she asked, holding her hands out, indicating the current state of weather.
"More times than I can count," he replied drolly, eyeing her steadily.
"About this?" she clarified.
"Again, more times than I can count."
"Spoilsport. Where's the coffee?" He turned and grabbed the cup from the step behind him, handing it to her before retrieving the bag of donuts. She stood sipping silently, watching as the ground was slowly but surely being hidden under a thin blanket of white.
"I thought the idea was to walk."
"Come on then, lover man. It's either that or we do something else to keep ourselves warm," she suggested, the five year old twinkle replaced by a decidedly adult twinkle.
"First things first," he replied, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from the town centre.
"Hey Carl Lewis, slow down would you? We're supposed to be enjoying the atmosphere, not training for the Beijing games."
He deliberately slowed his steps, letting her catch up and fall into step beside him. He hadn't realised how anxious he was until they'd started moving, and he just wanted to get where they were going and get it over with. She tugged her hand free from his grasp and slipped it around his arm, holding tightly just above his elbow.
"I love how quiet it gets," she mused, her voice almost a whisper, unwilling to destroy the peace.
"It's eerie," he replied shortly.
"Shh! You'll wreck it! You're supposed to be enjoying it, and the company of your brilliant, yet stunning girlfriend."
"Modest too, I see," he nudged her playfully.
"It's why you love me. So, do we have a particular destination in mind or are we wandering aimlessly?"
"I was thinking we could wander aimlessly towards the inn."
Surprisingly, she didn't open her mouth with a reply. She simply looked at him and smiled contentedly. It was moments like these that she enjoyed the most. He was still surprising her with moments like these after all this time, and she hoped he would continue to do so for as long as humanly possible.
They continued in silence until they found themselves in the garden at the front of the Dragonfly Inn. It had been a successful business for a little over a year, after initial struggles to get recognition and create a reputation in order to fill reservations, and though it had taken longer than expected, she and Sookie were now the proud owners of a successful business. It made it all the more beautiful, seeing it lit dimly only by the porch lights and a few trees wrapped in fairy lights, and knowing that the rooms were ninety percent filled at any given time.
They stood side by side, looking up at the old building, pride clear on their faces. She of the building, he of her. He rummaged in the bag and produced a donut for her, which she took eagerly and began devouring immediately. He then reached into his pocket and produced another item, and stepped in front of her, holding it up between them where she could clearly see it.
"I got this for you, too."
Her mouth was full of donut, and she couldn't help but smile around the food, her lips pursed together tightly. Her eyes twinkled again, this time showing a mix of the child and adult within her, and she leaned toward him to press a chaste kiss against his lips. She fumbled with the remains of the donut and her coffee cup, trying to free her left hand and remove her glove. She held it out for him, and he slid the item on her finger, amazed at how right it instantly looked there, glinting in the dull light, with the snowflakes falling and immediately melting on her warm skin. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on her knuckle just above the ring. At this, the food and drink were forgotten, falling into the half inch of snow as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him definitively.
"Hey, you know the cabin's empty. Wanna go keep ourselves warm?" She grinned wickedly.
"Let's make tonight memorable," he replied, taking her hand.
"Trust me, it already is."
End.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you!
Story One: The Magic of Snow
It wasn't an anniversary, and it wasn't even a significant day, which is what made it all the more perfect. He'd been waiting, somewhat patiently, for her to bound in one morning and pronounce it to be the day. He'd been prepared for this since September, when the idea had first come to him, and he'd gone out to Hartford to find exactly what he needed to pull off his plan. It was surprisingly late by Connecticut's standards, as it was almost December. But she had rushed inside that morning, her cheeks pink from the cold, her eyes glimmering with the excitement of the five year old that was buried inside, her scarf askew from being thrown on so quickly.
"Today's the day," she announced, bouncing slightly and clasping her gloved hands together.
"Are you sure?" he asked her sternly, giving away nothing of his own excitement, and turning to grab the pot of coffee to fulfil her morning quota.
"One hundred percent certain Mr Sceptic," she nodded decidedly.
"Alright then, since Rory can't be here, I suppose you're going to expect me to come with you tonight," he tried to play his usual reluctant part, but he was sure she would see through him immediately and wonder at his eagerness.
"Well, you know, since you do always provide the coffee and donuts every other year, you might as well come along." She wondered if something was up, it was unlike him to agree so quickly, but she brushed it off, thinking that after being in the position of her significant other for somewhere close to two and a half years, he was finally learning to pick his arguments.
"Alright, so I'll meet you out front at midnight then," he replied as he headed towards the recently occupied table to the right of the door.
"It's a date," she grinned again, or still, rather. She grabbed her cup and paused on her way out to kiss his cheek. "You certainly have your moments, don't you?"
"It's why you're still hanging around," he replied, one eyebrow raised teasingly.
"Oh no, it's all about the coffee, my friend. All about the coffee." And she breezed through the door, hugging herself and sipping from the cup as she sauntered down the street looking happily towards the sky.
--
Luke stood on the steps of the diner, rubbing his hands together to ward off the cold, watching as she crossed the square to meet him. It was dark and quiet, and the first flakes had descended only a few minutes earlier, making their timing perfect. He looked towards the sky, offering a private moment of thanks to the weather gods for providing the much-needed snow to make this entire exercise worthwhile.
"Have I ever been wrong?" she asked, holding her hands out, indicating the current state of weather.
"More times than I can count," he replied drolly, eyeing her steadily.
"About this?" she clarified.
"Again, more times than I can count."
"Spoilsport. Where's the coffee?" He turned and grabbed the cup from the step behind him, handing it to her before retrieving the bag of donuts. She stood sipping silently, watching as the ground was slowly but surely being hidden under a thin blanket of white.
"I thought the idea was to walk."
"Come on then, lover man. It's either that or we do something else to keep ourselves warm," she suggested, the five year old twinkle replaced by a decidedly adult twinkle.
"First things first," he replied, grabbing her hand and dragging her away from the town centre.
"Hey Carl Lewis, slow down would you? We're supposed to be enjoying the atmosphere, not training for the Beijing games."
He deliberately slowed his steps, letting her catch up and fall into step beside him. He hadn't realised how anxious he was until they'd started moving, and he just wanted to get where they were going and get it over with. She tugged her hand free from his grasp and slipped it around his arm, holding tightly just above his elbow.
"I love how quiet it gets," she mused, her voice almost a whisper, unwilling to destroy the peace.
"It's eerie," he replied shortly.
"Shh! You'll wreck it! You're supposed to be enjoying it, and the company of your brilliant, yet stunning girlfriend."
"Modest too, I see," he nudged her playfully.
"It's why you love me. So, do we have a particular destination in mind or are we wandering aimlessly?"
"I was thinking we could wander aimlessly towards the inn."
Surprisingly, she didn't open her mouth with a reply. She simply looked at him and smiled contentedly. It was moments like these that she enjoyed the most. He was still surprising her with moments like these after all this time, and she hoped he would continue to do so for as long as humanly possible.
They continued in silence until they found themselves in the garden at the front of the Dragonfly Inn. It had been a successful business for a little over a year, after initial struggles to get recognition and create a reputation in order to fill reservations, and though it had taken longer than expected, she and Sookie were now the proud owners of a successful business. It made it all the more beautiful, seeing it lit dimly only by the porch lights and a few trees wrapped in fairy lights, and knowing that the rooms were ninety percent filled at any given time.
They stood side by side, looking up at the old building, pride clear on their faces. She of the building, he of her. He rummaged in the bag and produced a donut for her, which she took eagerly and began devouring immediately. He then reached into his pocket and produced another item, and stepped in front of her, holding it up between them where she could clearly see it.
"I got this for you, too."
Her mouth was full of donut, and she couldn't help but smile around the food, her lips pursed together tightly. Her eyes twinkled again, this time showing a mix of the child and adult within her, and she leaned toward him to press a chaste kiss against his lips. She fumbled with the remains of the donut and her coffee cup, trying to free her left hand and remove her glove. She held it out for him, and he slid the item on her finger, amazed at how right it instantly looked there, glinting in the dull light, with the snowflakes falling and immediately melting on her warm skin. He lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on her knuckle just above the ring. At this, the food and drink were forgotten, falling into the half inch of snow as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him definitively.
"Hey, you know the cabin's empty. Wanna go keep ourselves warm?" She grinned wickedly.
"Let's make tonight memorable," he replied, taking her hand.
"Trust me, it already is."
End.
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