a/n: So, this is the promised sequel, I hope you like it :) This is also posted in my lj community gravidrabble, which you can find if you go to my livejournal which is linked to in my userinfo. Please check it out, I think some of you might be interested if you know what it's about.
Notes: Beta read by my snugglebunny Kala 3
Discalimer: I own nothing.
1You really never planned to propose. You only got the ring as a bit of hope for yourself, but as time goes by you realise that, if only for your own piece of mind, you have to do it. The thought of how you're going to do it is haunting you, but the thought of how he would answer if you did ask is haunting you even more.
You think that he won't like it to be romantic. After all, he's not the type to want lit candles, roses in a vase, dinner at a fancy restaurant with delicacies which names you don't know- never mind knowing how to eat them. Funny how you want all of that.
Pushing aside the want to book a table at a restaurant and surprise him – which would make him grumpy even if you weren't trying to create an eternal bond with him– you decide to settle for a walk in the park. So you drag him out of the flat one early winter morning when the frost is glittering in the grass, crunching beneath your feet as you take a shortcut to the hill where you sometimes go to see the sunset. He was very disgruntled when you woke him up and he kept on grumbling all through getting dressed and the short walk to the park, but as you look up at him he is smiling slightly even though it is so early that the sun is still hiding and the morning chill reaches with its icy fingers into your coats.
You know then that this is the moment. You can't wait a second longer because his smile will disappear soon – and this is the expression you want to see when you ask him. You stop and barely half a step ahead of you he stops too and turns towards you, an askance expression on his face. You gulp nervously and notice that you're trembling."There's something I need to ask you..." you say, cold fingers fumbling in your pocket and pulling out the little black box holding the greatest hope and perhaps – depending on the outcome - the greatest despair you've ever known. "Yuki..." you sink to your knee, the frost crackling and crumbling beneath your leg, and you really didn't mean to kneel, you just couldn't keep standing you were shaking so badly, "will you," your fingers are red, standing out starkly against the black of the box, "marry me?" your voice fades and you dare not look up at him. Dare not think, dare not hope, dare not see. The open box showing off a simple golden band is clasped in your now almost blue hands, your knee has gone cold as well as your heart.
Warmth as a hand caresses your cheek. Another form kneeling down in front of you in the grass. The touch of hands against yours as the ring is taken from the box and slid onto his finger. Soft lips pressed against yours in a kiss. A kiss just like the one you shared when he was teaching you how a proper kiss should be: warm and tender, like a flower in its fragile and delicate beauty. When you look into his eyes you see a word written there with more intensity than any word he has ever uttered, shining there just for you: yes.
You have never made love in the middle of a park at winter as the steely-grey morning eases into a sparkling golden dawn, but you decide that it's a shame that you've never tried it before.