To say he was anxious was a definite understatement.
As Leon S. Kennedy placed down the final touches to his meal, he couldn't help but feel a little bit more than just worried. Claire was going to be over at any moment and the black, velvet box inside of his pocket was feeling heavier by the second. When there was a soft knock on the door, he was swift to answer the door.
"Hey there, stranger." Claire smiled at the sight of her boyfriend and leaned in, pressing her lips against his in a soft manner. She pulled away and slid into the apartment-it was more like a penthouse then anything-and blinked at the sight before her. The lights were dimmed rather low, giving the room a more romantic feel, and the table which they never used was actually set up with a meal. Something fishy was going on and Claire was determined to find out what it was.
"...Are you trying to seduce me?"
Leon rolled his eyes. "Claire, can't I do something nice for you once in a while? You are my girlfriend."
Thinking this over for a moment, Claire opened her mouth to protest until her eyes landed upon the bottle of champagne sitting on the table. "..Is that bubbly?"
"Of course you'd notice the alcohol before everything else," commented Leon, his arms crossing over his chest.
Claire laughed at his reaction and stood up on her tip-toes, kissing his cheek softly. "I'm going to wash my hands, okay? I'll be back."
As the government agent watched her retreat into the guest bathroom, he reached down into his pocket and retrieved the small, velvet box and flipped it open. The ring itself was simple-he even had Jill's opinion before buying it-but it was something that Claire may consider wearing. He sighed and took it out of the box, a small idea forming inside of his mind.
She was the type to like things out of the ordinary and what could be better then finding the ring somewhere?
Making sure not to spill anything over, Leon placed the(very expensive) ring into the glass and slipped the box back into his pocket. A couple of minutes later, Claire walked back from the bathroom and smiled, taking her seat across from Leon.
"So, what's so special that made you plan this? You're never romantic, only corny."
"I resent that. I'm not corny all of the time."
"Most of the time." Claire returned and lifted her glass up and to her lips, completely ignoring Leon's look of interest. As she went to swallow, Leon instantly noted that something was wrong from the way she was making choking noises. His eyes flew to the glass that had been dropped on the floor and he cursed himself for placing the damn ring inside of the glass.
"Shit." The blond haired man was by her side quickly, hands wrapping around her midsection in order to preform the Heimlich maneuver. If he killed Claire-he didn't even want to finish that thought. Roughly pressing in his hands, a sigh of relief ran through his system once the ring flew across the room, sliding underneath his couch.
Claire coughed a bit more, hands instinctively flying to her throat. "What the hell was that?" she demanded, eyes flickering over in the direction that the object previously lodged inside her throat had flown to. Mentally smacking his forehead, Leon walked over to his couch and bent down, hand roaming around for the small piece of jewelry. Once his hand found it, he stood up and walked into the kitchen, slowly rinsing it off until it was clean and not full of dust and spit. He turned back around to meet Claire's blazing eyes and dead panned.
"I guess now would be a bad time to ask you to marry me?"
She stared at him with a rather incredulously expression on her face. "You placed the ring inside of the glass?"
"Yes, but I would really appreciate it if we never spoke of this again."
"You're going to have one hell of a story to explain to everyone when they asked how you proposed."
Leon smiled at this sentence and slid the ring on her finger. "At least it wasn't corny."
Thinking this over, Claire shrugged her shoulders and nodded. "Yeah, but you managed to almost murder me."
"Claire, just let it go and kiss me already." And she was more then happy to oblige.
LATE UPDATES, FTW. This is kinda badly written. Whatevs. Excuse me while I go talk on the phone now.