Prompts: 01. candles, 07. fantasy
Lindsay was exhausted. All she wanted to do was soak in a nice hot bath and sleep for ten years. She slid her key into the lock and opened the door. As she stepped inside her apartment, she gasped and dropped her keys.
Her living room was lit by at least a hundred candles. Soft music - classical, she noticed - was playing on her stereo. Rose petals littered the floor. And standing by the coffee table, dressed to kill in a tuxedo, was Danny Messer. His arms were crossed behind his back. He nodded to acknowledge her.
"Montana," he said as she shut her door. He held out one of his hands, and she saw that he was holding a single, long-stemmed red rose. "How you doin'?"
"Danny," Lindsay said, moving towards him, her heart suddenly beating very fast, "how did you - "
"Your landlady let me in," he said. He smiled and shrugged sheepishly. "Told her you were having a bad day and I wanted to cheer you up. She pinched my cheek, called me something in Portuguese, and opened the door."
She smiled and took the rose. "No, Danny. How did you know that this," she gestured at her apartment with a sweep of her arm, "was one of my all-time romantic fantasies?"
He tossed her one of his patented, charming, devil-may-care, knee-melting smiles. "Serendipity."
She raised an eyebrow. "Say what now?"
He chuckled, low and deep, and her heart fluttered. "We were watching Serendipity, and we got to the part where...you know...the Underworld chick walks into her house, and sees all the candles and roses, and you said you wished someone would do that for you."
"That was six months ago," Lindsay said, barely able to contain the awe in her voice. "You remember that?"
He licked his lips and gently cupped her face. "I remember everything you say to me."
She blushed and looked down. "A fortunate accident."
It was his turn to look confused. "Huh?"
"That's what 'serendipity' means. A fortunate accident. Kind of like us, don't you think?"
Danny didn't answer her right away. Instead, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a feather-light kiss that made her feel woozy and turned her knees to water. "Ain't nothing accidental about us, Montana. We're made for each other, you and me." In one swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms. "Let me prove it to you."
He had given the bedroom the same treatment as her living room - candles and rose petals everywhere. As he laid her on the bed, she couldn't help but think that all those candles were sure to be a fire hazard. Then his lips found hers again and she ceased to think at all.
