AN: This is based off of the finale of Disney on Ice: Princess Classics. Good luck looking for that on Youtube because everyone's take on the finale tends to stop right after the ball dance not even taking into consideration that there's a little more as everyone says goodbye to the audience. But there is a select few that do have it.
"Mickey? What were you going to ask me before the Duke interrupted us?" Minnie asked innocently as soon as the two of them had settled in their carriage home. A little old fashioned, but they were just at a royal ball hosted by Cinderella, and Prince Charming's Duke was quite rude interrupting them like that, that the subject was dropped all together since the ball had ended. They were alone now, no one could interrupt them except the driver stopping the carriage when they reached their destination, but that wouldn't be for a while.
Mickey hesitated in answering because he couldn't very well ask her now since the mood was killed upon being interrupted in the first place. Minnie had thoroughly enjoyed her time at the ball to the point that she called Mickey her handsome prince and told him how handsome he looked in his new tuxedo with gold accents, thus he thought it was the perfect opportunity to pop the question. However he couldn't get it all out in time, just enough that he was dreaming of something and the question itself started out with something she might ever consider…and then the Duke stepped in complimenting on how lovely Cinderella looked and then reminded everyone that the ball was over and everyone was heading to their carriages already. There was no way he could properly ask her now, the mood and opportunity was lost, and Mickey wanted this very important question to be asked in the perfect setting, not as an afterthought like this. So he did the only thing he could do… he lied about it.
"Huh…honestly I can't remember, Min." He told her, sounding quite convincing that she almost bought it if not for her curiosity on the matter and a fact that she distinctly remembered what he was saying before he almost asked something.
"Well, you did say you were dreaming about something before asking if I'd ever consider something…think you can backtrack your thoughts from that?" Minnie reasoned, having tapped a finger to her chin in her train of thought.
Mickey nearly groaned at how persistent she was about this subject, but he suppressed it and managed to hum in thought to make it look like he was racking his brain. "Hmm…Gosh, it's on the tip of my tongue too…but I can't seem ta remember…Aw, I'm sorry Minnie…Maybe it'll come ta me again some other more romantic time, I was askin' whatever it was in the spur of the moment, but the mood got killed by the Duke." He told her in a sympathetic apology that had as much truth and hints in it as he dared to give.
"Romantic, huh?" She questioned getting a devious idea if not for Mickey noticing the mischievous glint in her eye and just plain hearing it in her voice.
"Don't even think about it, seducing me is definitely not gonna rack my brain any, and in fact you'll probably just fry it as usual." Mickey countered in a deadpan at her.
"Mmm, maybe, but even if you don't remember…at least we're alone now, no prying eyes, and no interruptions." She said in a sly tone as she leaned closer to him since they were sitting across from each other, grabbed a hold of his lapels and brought him closer to her as well.
"At least until we get home." He couldn't help but point out.
"True but that won't be for a while, and until then…My handsome prince is all mine~." She cooed at him and then all but pounced on him, hungrily seeking out his lips with her own. They were so close to each other already that Mickey didn't even have time to yelp as he was pushed back further in his seat than he even thought possible. Thankfully this carriage was very well padded so the driver definitely didn't hear anything. Still, it was a wonder to Mickey how this tiny little thing that was his precious girlfriend had so much power over him, even physically in this case, because if he was honest he really needed the license plate of that truck, since she just totally knocked the wind out of him. Luckily she was nice enough to let him breathe whenever she kissed the rest of his face, and of course after he got over his initial shock of her loving attack he reciprocated as best as he could.
Even when their major make out session was finally interrupted by their arrival at her house, he didn't tell her what he was going to ask, not even when he walked her to her front door, and not even after their final goodnight kiss when she reminded him about the subject again and requested that at the very least if he remembered, he had to tell her. He nodded in agreement to her little request and promised her that he would.
Of course after she closed the door behind her, he mentally cursed his rotten luck on the whole thing. Just now he noticed that even if he did ask her, he couldn't back it up because the ring was in the other tuxedo that he almost went with. Now all he had to do was wait for a better opportunity to pop the question, and boy howdy did it ever eventually come a knocking, but that's another story for another time.