Authors Note; First things first, when I write, it tends to be in heated, passionate "OH GOD MY FINGERS ARE BLEEDING." way, so please don't get too irritated with my writing style or mistakes, I tend to do a lot of my writing slightly drunk or at 4am because as batman would say, JUSTICE. But anyway, I would very much like it if you could leave reviews and ideas and comments below. Thanks :)

The street was pretty empty, the occasional couple strolling past, not even noticing his presence on the pavement. The flowers in his hand were a little worse for wear, the rain and wind battering away at him and his token of appreciation..or what was left of it anyway. The building was insight now, the familiar smell of the surrounding take away places filled his nostrils. He stopped himself at the pavement edge, planning to take a deep breath before dashing across the road. He managed to make it half way through his inhale before the passing truck covered him in what had been a 3 inch deep puddle of dirty water and oil. "Son of a bitch!" His voice rang out and several people inside the restaurant behind him looked out at him, disgruntled at the young mans presence. So much for his new shirt anyway. He was at her door a few moments later, her door man, Ernie, allowing him straight up due to what looked like a swimming trip. When she opened the door his grumpy demeanour over his little encounter with half a rain cloud sort of burned away. She pulled him into the apartment, her red locks and green eyes swept him up and away, the shock and apparent happiness at his arrival shown with her lips against his, his breath leaving him as her lips did. "I got you something." His eyes were still closed when she spoke, his neck crooning out to try and re-capture her lips, alas, she was gone. He lifted up the flowers in his hand, trying not to feel bad that his gift was a wreck, trying and failing.

His face was adorable when he looked at the flowers, like a disappointed kid at christmas. She hid her excitement at his presence by turning her back, focusing her giddy little body motions into the hand that ruffled her hair madly as she carried the small box over to him. "Happy birthday." She decided he had become even more adorable when his face flushed, a deep crimson colour over taking his face and making his blue eyes seem like they had stolen their colour from the sky.

Happy birthday? It took him a minute, chastising himself. It was his own birthday, and he had forgotten. "You remembered." He played it off, smiling and opening the box, trying not to act like the school boy she seemed to turn him into with those eyes, and those lips. Oh god those lips. He fumbled the box and opened the small wooden lid. Inside was the most beautiful piece of metalwork he'd ever seen. He lifted the small device out of the box gently, a quiet rattle as the silver thread fell from it, the design on it was intricate, swirling patterns and roses and two sets of initials. "Open it." Her voice was soft, but her apprehension was obvious. He thumbed the latch of the pocket watch, the 'pop' followed and it eased itself open. The watch face was black with white hands and small, engraved roman numerals. It was stunning, then his eye caught the message inscribed in the lid So you can count the seconds I've been yours. He looked up and pocketed the watch slowly, his smile was from ear to ear, his arms snaking around her waist. "Now you've no excuse to be.." She didn't get to finish her sentence, his kiss taking away her words and his hands making her knee's go weak. One hand found its way into her scarlet locks as her arms inter-laced around his neck and she sort of hung idly off his body, his stance not faltering as he held her. She placed her feet firmly down and shoved herself forward into his chest knocking him back and down onto the couch, his body warm under hers. He had of course, been late too his own birthday, the clock seeming to steal their time away and drag them further into the dead of the morning. She yawned, changing her mind already about where they had crashed. "Bed." She stood up slowly, her hand tracing down his chest to his belt, pulling at it, playful teasing that dragged at him to follow; which of course he did. His tired eyes and smile following her to the bedroom, their clothes disappearing to the wooden floor as they went toward the kingsize mattress. She lay down and, like she expected, he followed.

Within moments their limbs were indistinguishable, legs and hands laced together, her back pressed against his chest and her head tucked neatly below his chin. Her body was a little more constricted than his, but she felt protected, comfortable with him wrapped around her. The satisfied smile on her face stayed there as she drifted off, the almost ridiculous smile on his lips stayed too, his finger tracing a pattern on her hip that lulled her away to sleep. He had no doubt, it was most definitely the best birthday ever.