Love in Motion: DeanLavender
Decorating the Christmas Tree: "You didn't have to do this!"
Word Count: 336
Lavender hates surprises. She always has. There's something about being forced to face the unknown as the only oblivious one that makes her horribly uncomfortable.
Still, she trusts Dean. His hands pressed gently against her eyes do not cause any panic. "Are we there yet?" she asks, and she knows she sounds like a whiny child, but she can't help it. Everything is so disorienting when she can't see.
"Patience, young grasshopper," her boyfriend teases with a small chuckle.
"Easy for you to say," she grumbles. "You have full use of yours eyes."
"Keep your eyes closed," he says as he drops his hands away.
It's tempting to look. After all, she's had her eyes covered for at least five minutes. Anyone would be curious. Somehow, she manages to do as instructed. Her eyes remain closed tightly. She hears him insert the key into the lock and frowns. All this fuss just to come back to his flat?
"If people jump out and scream, 'Surprise!', you lose all cuddle privileges," she warns.
She's answered only by another soft chuckle. His hand finds hers, and he guides her along. "Eyes closed," he tells her.
Lavender pouts. "They are closed," she says, more sharply than necessary.
He eases her over the threshold and through the hallway before coming to a stop. "Open them."
When she opens her eyes, she lets out a squeal of delight. Their kitchen is set up like a party with its banners and food, but the candles lend it a more intimate atmosphere.
"What's this?" she asks, a broad grin stretching across her face.
"Read the banner. Congratulations on getting the job at the Prophet," Dean says, kissing her lips gently. "You're going to be a brilliant advice columnist."
"You didn't have to do this! A simple 'Good job.' would have been enough," she says, wiping a happy tear from the corner of her eye.
"You deserve so much more than simple," he tells her, pulling her into his arms. "You deserve the world."