Summary - Zedd proposes, what's Tommy's answer?
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Yes or No?
Tommy
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(3 days later….)
Rolling over in bed and reaching out for my mate I frown in annoyance as my hand finds nothing more then his pillow and his half of the bedcovers. Where is he? He wouldn't get up this early on a Saturday. Hell he wouldn't get up this early any day of the week. How early is it anyways?
Lifting my head and giving my eyes a moment to focus, I look at the illuminated numbers on the bedside clock before forcing myself to sit up. It's seven in the morning; do you know where your lover is?
Checking the empty space and finding it lacking in any lingering warmth I realize that where ever he is he's been there for at least a good half hour. "Zedd? Zedd it's Saturday, come back to bed."
Rubbing my eyes and waiting for his response as I know if he's in the house he can hear me, I growl out my displeasure as I'm not immediately answered. "Damn it Zedd, two days a week I get to sleep in with you and then you go off and leave to-"
"To make you breakfast." Entering the room a wooden bed tray held in his hands and piled with food, he gives a pleased smile at my stunned expression. "Good morning pet."
"Morning." Making my mouth work with effort as the smells from the food finally hit me, I raise a brow curiously at the rather oddly sweet gesture. "You made breakfast?"
"That's right." Standing in the doorway in nothing more then a pair of black jeans he looks very pleased with himself, but yet at the same time I can almost pick out just a hint of nervous demeanor under the surface. Hmm.
"What did you break?"
"What?"
"What did you break?" Knowing it must have been something important for him to go to such an extent, I cross my arms calmly, waiting for the news. "Or set on fire, maim, destroy, it wasn't one of my fossils was it? I'm going to be upset if it was one of my fossils, breakfast in bed or not."
Shaking his head, but continuing to smile he moves to join me on the bed, setting the tray down before us. "I didn't break anything, you're too suspicious." Sure I am let's just forget about last month when two of my fossils, which were going to go to Anton's museum for a rather pretty penny accidentally got used for target practice in the backyard. Or the month before when the DVD player was reduced to pieces for not instantly being cooperative with him where an eltarian DVD he had was concerned.
"Uh huh." Looking over the offering of toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh fruit, and glass of orange juice, I still have trouble believing he's suddenly decided to go domestic just for the sake of it. "So absolutely nothing has happened that may require me to administer medical attention or call the fire department?"
"Not to the best of my knowledge no. However the day is still young. Try some eggs." Handing me the fork and watching me expectantly, he really is acting strangely this morning, perhaps he hit his head against the headboard just a bit too hard last night.
"No more rough sex for a while." Taking the fork and ignoring his quizzical expression I try some of my breakfast pleasantly surprised to find he's actually made it rather edible. "Wow Hayley decided to try and teach you how to cook again?" I never thought she'd give that another go after he nearly burnt down the café two months ago trying to make muffins.
"Something like that. So you like it?"
"It's very good. Thank you." Pausing in my eating to give him a kiss, I hand him a piece of toast once we separate. "So if nothing has happened, what's the occasion?"
"There has to be an occasion for me to do something nice for you?" Giving him a look which meaning is clear, he relents fairly quickly. "Alright so maybe there's a slight occasion, but I can be spontaneously nice when I want to be you know." This is true, but most of his spontaneously nice gestures end up with us being naked and one of us bent over some piece of furniture. Not that I'm complaining mind you, just pointing out that sweetness and him don't really go hand in hand.
"Alright I'll give you that. However I would like to know what the occasion is this time since you already admitted to there being one." It's not our anniversary right? No that's not until March. My birthday isn't until April, and his, well he insists that eltarians don't celebrate such things as that considering how long they live, but I'm pretty sure it's in October. So what then do we have to…oh, oh no. Narrowing my eyes and setting the fork back down he better not have done this for the reason I think. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain earth holiday that I told you I had no desire to celebrate would it?"
Smiling and taking a drink of my juice, his response is easy and calm. "You mean Valentines Day?"
"No Groundhogs Day. Yes Valentines Day."
"No, not especially. Besides if you'll notice it is only February twelfth, not the desired day of the fourteenth." True. Taking a bite of toast, and still looking as if he's hiding something from me, I continue to eat slowly as it looks like he's not about to elaborate further without prompting.
"Alright so if it isn't Valentines Day then what is it?"
"I can't tell you until you finish your breakfast, get dressed, and come downstairs." Oh geez.
"Zedd I'm really not big on surprises. You know that. They tend to make me rather nervous and it'd be a lot easier if you'd just tell me what you're up to so I can brace myself-"
Leaning over and pressing his lips to mine in what I'm going to take as an effort to silence me he shakes his head after the brief and oddly subdued kiss ends. "I know you don't like surprises to an extent, but this is a good one I swear. It doesn't involve new powers or a latest evil, nothing is on fire or coming down on our heads, it will honestly, hopefully make you as happy as the notion of it has made me. Now please stop worrying and finish your breakfast so you can come see." As happy as the notion made him? What does that mean?
Sighing to myself and giving him one last look of suspicion before caving I give a nod knowing that at the worst it will just be something that I'll have to gently but firmly discourage him from once I see it. Oh god I hope he didn't bring home another coyote, as it took me two hours to get the last 'puppy' out of the house and that was after it ransacked the kitchen and chewed up the couch. "Alright you win."
"I normally do." Moving to sit against the head board arm coming out to wrap around my shoulders and pull me to him he hands me the rest of the toast. "Oh hey on an unrelated note how would you feel about getting a pet?" Oh god.
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"Okay now just wait right there." Leaving me at the bottom of the stairs as he takes the dishes and tray back into the kitchen to be cleaned a bit later, I suppose I should be glad he's such a neat freak, it makes life easier and he really is good at straightening up and finding places for everything that needs to be put in it's place, but sometimes I think it maybe just gets in the way. Just a bit. Like for example when I'm left sitting on the stairs waiting for him to tell me just what this wonderful surprise is that he's got.
"Come on Zedd you're killing me here." Tone light and joking, as I feel a bit calmer and more awake after having something to eat followed by a morning tumble in the sheets, I look down at my bare feet hoping that only throwing on jeans and a black t-shirt is suitable for whatever he's got planned. He didn't say otherwise though.
"Pfft, right this is such torture for you." Own voice filled with mirth he returns hands being wiped on a dishtowel before I'm smacked playfully in the thigh with it. "Alright though I suppose I have made you wait long enough."
"Yes, yes you have."
Smiling and tossing the towel over the banister a first for him, he takes my hand pulling me up to my feet before his other finds it's way over my eyes.
Telling the sudden urge to pull away from the sudden darkness to back off, I'm rewarded as his body presses sinfully close to mine instantly taking the edge off of the shred of panic that came with the earlier gesture.
"Relax, nothing's going to hurt you." Already knowing this but still unable to help such a fight or flee instinct after so many years of relying on it, I give a nod and apology.
"I know, just habit."
"I know." Kissing my neck as he begins to walk me away from the staircase and through the main room, using his body and my heightened senses to guide me flawlessly around the furniture he finally stops at what I can sense is the back glass doors which lead to the patio.
"Going on a nature walk?"
"Not exactly." Opening the door with his free hand and nudging me gently outside I'm instantly assaulted by the smell of roses, fruit, wine, the faintest hint of smoke, and hmm fresh paint?
Giving me a minute to take it in through smell and sound as there is also indeed soft Celtic music playing in the background, he finally, slowly removes his hand allowing me to see just what he's done.
Breath hitching and ending any questions which might want to come forth I look around the freshly painted patio, which the night before had still been unfinished to a small degree. But it's not the new paint job that really has me gapping. No, it's the scene he's created around it. Sitting before us is an exquisite glass table, two wroth iron and glass chairs, black and purple rose, which he must have acquired at some point from Eltar, strategically placed candles and finally a glass plate filled with rather exotic looking fruit most of which I can't identify. "Zedd…" This is, I'm honestly not sure what this is but it's somewhere beyond amazing.
"You like it?" Tone still calm, but tinged with just a small bit of uncertainty he remains behind me bouncing slightly on his heels.
Finally and reluctantly tearing my eyes away from it all to look at the one behind it all I do everything in my power to not jump him and ruin whatever he's got planned to go along with all of this. "It, it's amazing." Slowly shaking myself out of my stunned state I manage to wrap my arms around him pressing a much more heated kiss then our earlier ones to his smiling lips. "You're amazing."
"I'm glad you think so, that'll make the rest of this a bit easier." Rest of it? What more could he possibly do?
Taking a breath before I can ask, he runs a hand through his black hair a nervous gesture which I don't think I've ever seen more then twice from him in all the time we've been together. "I really hope I do this right. I know how it's suppose to go on for eltarians and I tried to find out how it was for humans, so I probably have it somewhere in the middle which is good maybe since your now a little bit of both but I just wanted to get it right for you…"
Frowning at his rambling and touching his hand to ground him and draw his focus back, I offer what I hope is a reassuring smile. "Whatever it is I'm sure it'll be fine no matter what way you go about it. Whatever it is just do what you think is best, like you said yourself, you're usually right after all."
Smiling in return apparently appeased by my reassurance and teasing, he gives a nod before throwing me for another loop and sinking down to one knee. "You're right I am. So let's hope I keep that up this time."
"What are you doing?" Question out of my mouth even though I suddenly have a very good idea, I never the less watch intently as he proceeds without answering.
Reaching into his pocket and drawing out a small black box he holds it out to me, hand looking as if it badly wants to shake even if just a bit. "I love you, and you love me and we both know that. We tell each other every day and I know we both feel it through our bond, but there is one final way that we can show it that so far we haven't committed to. So I'm asking you if you'll commit to it with me." Opening the box and revealing a shining white gold wedding band etched with symbols that I'll take as eltarian he continues softly. "Will you marry me?"
To be continued…….