Dancing Barefoot
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Lights from the city caught on the ripples in the bay, making the reflection on the water wink softly. Emerging out of stasis, he shook out his features and checked the time. He had charged longer than usual but that happened on occasion.
Stepping off the power dock, Dorian found flowers all around his charger. There were no vases, they were just piled about on the desk, table, and floor. Bright and beautiful, their stems entwined and carefully stacked. He identified them as he examined them, orchids, primrose, daisies, every bright color of carnation, and the petals of roses. And many more, leading out the door of the back room, wilting slowly on the painted green concrete floor. Dorian stooped to pluck a pink tulip from the pile and turned it gently in his fingers.
Dorian followed the trail of flowers to the living room. Soft music was playing over the system and there were lit candles on the coffee table, their flames waving and low.
John was sound asleep on the couch in a suit and tie, sprawled, snoring loudly, drooling on his clean-shaven cheek.
Curled in John's hand was a small box. Silently, the android dropped the tulip to the floor and took the box gently from John's palm, careful not to wake his sleeping boyfriend.
Inside he found two matching bands. He felt himself smile deeply, beyond his own control. This was truly unexpected. He looked down at his slumbering human partner with satisfaction. A feeling of home.
He removed his ring from the little box and slid it onto his finger. He admired the simple metal band and then the remaining ring in the box.
John's breath hitched and he sighed a short soft noise and turned gently into the couch cushions, his hand worrying his tie, still soundly out. This was the first time the android had seen John in a suit and even though his tie wasn't quite knotted right, his ruthless sleeping left him hopelessly crumpled and wrinkled, and his hair was a mess of too much product, he was a perfect sight to behold.
Dorian reluctantly slid the ring off his finger and placed it back in the velvet box. Then he deftly maneuvered the box back into John's hand. He couldn't take this moment away from his adorable human.
He walked back down the hall, just out of sight, and made a point to stomp around loudly. He listened silently for an interruption in John's snores. No such luck.
Dorian tapped into the frequency of the TV, turning it on remotely and pushing the volume all the way up. The TV blared loudly and Dorian heard John gasp awake and a soft thump noise of his body falling off the couch and onto the floor.
When he heard the TV turn off, he started down the hallway, calling out, "John?" What's with all the flowers, man?"
What a beautiful sight standing in front of the couch. John's hair was matted up on one side and he was feverishly adjusting and smoothing his suit. One of his pockets was pulled inside out and sticking out like a little bunny ear from his pants.
He patted himself down, stuffing the rogue pocket back inside, looking for something. "Dee," he said breathlessly, turning in a circle and finding the ring box on the couch. He snatched it up quickly, smearing his sleeve across his face to collect the residual sleep that clung there.
Dorian smiled and cocked his head softly, capturing this moment.
John walked the few paces to meet him there, in the middle of the floor. The windows around them offering the glow of the city and the gentle rock of the river. He held up the box, shying away to hide the pink blush invading his face. "Well?" he asked, flushing further, opening the box up. "How about it?"
"Of course," Dorian said, his lip trembling with emotion.
John slipped the ring onto the DRN's finger then placed his own. He kissed his fiancé, their hands entwined, rings rubbing together.
Dorian felt the warm palms of his future husband pulsing with life. John pressed into the steady thrum from Dorian's chest and marveled at the crack of blue light running through his fingers.
They stood gently for a long while, the music indistinct and soft in John's ears, crushing the flower stems under their bare feet. Each one storing the memories in his own way.
Happy Easter! This is the final Easter fic in the "drabble a day challenge." I think I have tormented John enough on this topic, ne? So many Thank Yous to everyone who read and commented on these silly things! I had fun writing them, but I am glad it is over. I am running out of ideas! :D