I don't own Night World. Whilst I wrote this I was listening to 'Tonight' by Empire Nation, and it actually helped, though it doesn't technically fit. They're a relatively new English band that are mostly just doing gigs, (which they are totally awesome at, by the way) but I definitely recommend listening to their album 'Airtight', which is on Spotify and Youtube. 'Tonight' especially.
Prompt #33 – Romantic
I didn't know what to expect as I entered the driveway. Morgead had called me a few minutes earlier, telling me to come home immediately. I wondered whether he'd found out that his motorbike was kind of... well... had seen better days. I was planning on getting a new brake line, but he didn't really ride his old one so much since he got the beauty, the 1937 BMW R7 reconstruction. I had never been so jealous of anyone in my life. Sure he let me ride it, but I wanted it.
I hurried to the front door and fumbled with the key to open it. When it was finally open, I glanced in, checking that I had the wooden knife in my boot that Rashel had given me.
The house was quite dark, except for a yellowy flickering from the dining room. "Oh, please say he didn't set the house on fire," I muttered to myself. I edged closer and kicked open the door softly.
And my eyes widened as I saw that Morgead was lighting some candles which were on the table. And on the table was what looked like a magnificent feast.
"Hey, Jez," he said.
I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. "So what's all this for?"
He shot me a 'look' over his shoulder and sighed. "We first met each other exactly 15 years ago. I guess you didn't remember?"
"Um... no. Sorry. But this looks... amazing." I looked at him questionably. "I didn't know you were so romantic."
He grinned at me bashfully. "I'm not really. Maggie helped me with the set-up and the cooking." He kissed me, probably meaning it to be quick, but as normal, it got slightly out of control, and ended up with him pressing me against the wall.
When his lips left mine and he started kissing my neck, I pushed him away, though everything in me was telling me to continue.
"We can't leave the food, Morgy," I said.
"Damn the food," he said stubbornly.
I laughed at him, which he didn't seem all that happy about.