Here is the kooky :P Once again, a sincere thank you to all the reviews, the response to this fic is beyond what I'd ever imagined.
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P is for the petals you tossed at me that day back at Oxford. There I was, sitting and minding my own business with the most beautiful girl in school beside me when I found myself covered in snow white petals. You giggled as if I was the most amusing thing you'd seen in years before tossing another handful at me. I didn't particularly mind though when you pitched forward with laughter, your head coming to a stop on my shoulder as your hand landed on my upper thigh.
Of course, a small part of me was wondering why you'd decided to interrupt what had been, until that point rather peaceful morning for both of us and why you'd taken it upon yourself to destroy such innocent little flowers but the look on your face as I scooped up the petals in my lap and sprinkled them over you was priceless. I half thought you intended to pin me to the ground and make me beg for mercy. I wouldn't have. I'd have been too stunned at the sight of you leaning over me with that gleam in your eye I am now familiar with. I have no doubt that if you had acted on the indignation that coloured your cheeks for a second, we'd have had to marry within the month. Naturally, you giggled once more before swiping up a few more flowers to attack me with and the moment was gone but now, as you hover over me some evenings (and some mornings, afternoons and... well, any time of the day really) I can't help but see the grin you flashed me after shoving a handful of petals down the back of my shirt.
P is for the petals that I one day hope to shower you in. Just for the hell of it.