June eighteenth comes around, Chase's ninteenth birthday, a month and a half after Sherlock passed away, and he shuffles tiredly up to the front door of the house he shares with his long-time boyfriend, Lysander. He had just gotten home from a double shift, and really didn't feel up to doing much of anything; Chase turns the key in the lock and pushes the door open, letting it click closed behind him before he relocks it and throws his keys in a little bowl that sits on a table in the hallway. Walking into the living room, Chase spots Lysander, grinning, and immediately becomes suspicious. His boyfriend takes a step towards him and wiggles in happiness on the spot that he is standing.
"Happy birthday, Chasey!" Chase forces a smile onto his face as his boyfriend leans forward and kisses him quickly, then leans back, bouncing on the balls of his feet, "I got you a present." He grabs Chase's hand and pulls him over to the couch where, sitting happily, tails wagging, are two puppies. The first one is a chocolate brown colored puppy with floppy ears and beautiful grey eyes; the second is a white puppy with a long snout, floppy ears, and a tail that curls up slightly. The white puppy stays where it is, sniffing the air warily, while the chocolate brown puppy scrambles to it's feet and rushes towards Chase with it's little pink tongue hanging form it's mouth; it tumbles over the edge of the sofa in it's excitement and Chase's hands shoot down, grabbing the squirming puppy and lifting it up. The grey eyes shine with trust and happiness as it licks the tip of Chase's nose, it's tail wagging faster and faster. After a few moments of sniffing the air, the second puppy jumps from the couch, trips over it's own paws, and playfully pounces around Chase's booted feet. Looking up at his boyfriend, Chase smiles from ear to ear, his scar twisting one corner of his mouth into his trademark half-snarl.
"Lysa, thank you, they're adorable!" Lysander chuckles and squats down, rolling the white puppy over and placing his hand on it's tummy, rolling it from side to side, the puppy playfully gnawing on his fingertips.
"The one you're holding is a Flat-Coated Retriever, and this ferocious little guy is a Canaan dog from Israel, a purebred." Chase lowers himself to the floor, crossing his legs and placing the Retriever in his lap, making it jump around and stumble as it chases his hand.
"What are their names?" Lysander shrugs his shoulders without a word as the Canaan escapes his grasp and pounces on the Retriever, so Chase thinks for a few moments before speaking once more, "The Retriever will be Othello, and the Canaan Hamlet." Lysander chuckles and nods his head, once.
"I like it. Othello and Hamlet..." He leans over and kisses Chase passionately, pushing him to the floor only to be interrupted by Othello jumping on them, licking their faces, as Hamlet pulls playfully at Chase's curls while growling. Chase spends the day with his family, forgetting about his wearyness, and his birthday ends with the puppies falling asleep in their pen, and Lysander dragging Chase up to their bedroom. Lysander pushes Chase roughly to the bed, crawling on top of him, and capturing his lips in a mind-blowing kiss; Chase lightly pushes Lysander away, shaking his head with a smile and a blush.
"I'm really tired Lysa, and I don't exactly want to fall asleep our first time..." Lysander laughs and flops down beside him with a happy sigh.
"To think, we've been together for nearly eight months, living together for three, and we still haven't made love." Chase coughs in emberassment and looks away, muttering to himself. Lysander kisses his cheek and rolls over, speaking to him as he tries to get ready to sleep, "I guess that means we really are in love, doesn't it...?" Chase sputters for a while, and finally rests, sleep taking over immediately. They are, he concludes, in love...and there was nothing that could bring them apart now.
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ChromeHearts, this is really short, but I sure hope you enjoy it...:P
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