Annie let herself into the loft with the freshly made key Auggie had given her and announced herself, "I'm here!"
"Sorry, still getting ready," Auggie replied from what sounded like the bathroom.
"That's OK, I'm early," Annie made her way through the apartment and found Auggie standing in front of the sink in tuxedo pants and nothing else.
"Hey," he smiled his greeting in the mirror as he finished shaving.
"Hey yourself," she smiled and placed a kiss on his shoulder, leaving a faint trace of lipstick there.
"Barber had trouble with a cypher fix, I didn't leave when I told I was going too," he shrugged.
"No worries, it is a cover thing, no baddies to catch tonight. I hope. We could even be a little late," she hooked a finger under the waistband of his pants and pulled him closer.
"If I get my hands on you now you will never get your hair back to whatever you've done to it," he chuckled and turned to give her a proper kiss.
His hands found silk and skin as the one shouldered dress materialized in his mind.
"You're right and the sooner we make our appearance, the sooner we can come home," she pushed him towards his bed where the rest of his tux was laid out.
Annie's phone was ringing downstairs.
"Get that, I'll move quicker without you," he waved her towards his closet, but she knew what he meant.
The phone call was Danielle and Annie chatted with her sister for a few minutes, but froze mid-sentence when he appeared on the landing.
"Annie?" both Danielle and Auggie asked at once.
"Um, wow," was all Annie got out.
"I didn't wear the tux with the ruffled powder blue shirt, did I?" Auggie smirked.
"Auggie's in a tux?" Danielle asked from 3,000 miles away.
"Yeah, and I've got to go. I'll send you a picture," Annie hung up without saying good-bye which is something sisters can get away with.
"What's wrong?" Auggie asked.
"Nothing," Annie was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion.
"Doesn't sound like nothing," Auggie made his way down the small staircase and to her side.
"I've never seen you in a tux, at least I don't think I have and as soon as I saw you I had this vivid memory of dancing with you in a tux," her voice was a whisper by the end.
"Maybe it was one of the many dreams you had about me Walker," his words were jokey but his voice was so sincere.
"Maybe," she smiled and slid her hands to his shoulders.
He placed one hand on her waist and took her hand with the other. The sense of déjà vu was too much, she released his hand and slid her arms up and around his shoulders, hugging him as close as she could.
"We almost didn't get to have this. Too many times last year, we almost lost all of this," her words were warm against his ear.
"I know," he didn't try to make her feel better, he had the same fears so he just held her as long as she wanted.
The End
