Hello! This was originally posted on ao3 under the same title and username, and I thought I'd post it here, as well as a few other one-shots I have. Hope you enjoy!

Despite thinking he would hate this date idea of Giselle's; Robert was pleasantly surprised to discover that simply lying on a picnic blanket under the sun wasn't so bad after all. It was a bit too hot for his liking, but he couldn't even bring himself to be upset by that. Especially when he could practically feel the happiness dripping off of Giselle.

Looking in her direction, he felt a smile form on his face, and pushed up onto his elbow so he could better see her.

She had her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun beaming down on her face, and there was a small smile on her lips, one that never seemed to go away. The freckles sprinkled along her cheeks were more visible than usual, and he wanted nothing more than to trace over them with his fingers. A breeze blew by, causing one of her curls to fall over her forehead, and he lifted his hand slowly, intent on brushing it back into place.

Instead, however, he found himself distracted by a dandelion just above her head.

Reaching out, Robert carefully plucked it from the grass and held it in front of him. He couldn't explain why, but something about it made him think of Giselle, and he found himself grinning at the flower, wondering what she might wish for if she blew on it.

"I love those." Giselle's soft voice filled his ears, and he looked down, unable to speak as he got lost in her eyes. They were so blue, and the sun was hitting them just right, causing them to sparkle like sapphires. He was reminded immediately of the ocean, and in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to drown in them, to stay lost forever.

"Morgan likes them, too." He finally managed to say, forcing his gaze back onto the flower. "When she was younger, maybe around three or four, we would take walks through the park, and she'd always make me stop so she could pick every single dandelion she saw. I remember this one time she had maybe six of 'em in her tiny hands, and she blew them right in my face."

Giselle laughed, and it made his heart flutter. Leaning against the palm of his hand, Robert watched her with a warm smile. In all his life, he doesn't think he's ever heard anything as beautiful as the sound of her laughter. It was a truly magical sound, like music to his ears.

"Are you going to make a wish?" Her voice pulled him from his musings again, and he noticed a small blush starting to form on her cheeks.

It amused him, just how easily she blushed, especially given how often she teased him for blushing.

"Probably not. I'm not really sure what I'd wish for." Robert shrugged, twirling the stem between his fingers. "What about you? What would you wish for?"

"Oh, that is hard to say." Giselle lifted her hand, carefully brushing her finger along the white fuzz. "I already have so many wonderful things in my life, I am not sure what else I could possibly want."

"Mm. Maybe a boyfriend who sings." He joked, and Giselle scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. "One who sings loudly, and proudly, instead of hiding his face every time because he's too nervous."

"I have never minded that you hide your face." She murmured, smiling softly. "Your singing has always felt incredibly special to me because I am the only one who gets to hear it. It's like it is my little secret, like it was made just for me and no one else."

"It is just for you." Robert tapped the flower against her nose gently, causing her to giggle.

Bringing her hand up, she dragged her knuckle along his jaw lightly, seemingly getting just as lost in his eyes as he was in hers.

"As selfish as it may make me, I love being the only person who gets to hear your beautiful voice, and I do not think I ever want to share it with anyone."

"I'm not sure I'd call it beautiful." He chuckled awkwardly, feeling his own cheeks grow warmer.

"Well, that is what I call it, and I think my opinion matters a bit more here, as we have established your voice is for me, and no one else."

She laughed when he rolled his eyes, and slowly trailed her hand up his forearm. Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she brought the flower closer, and examined it before looking back at him with a playful, yet almost shy, expression on her face.

"I think there is something I would like. And hopefully, if I am lucky, my wish will come true."

Robert watched as Giselle closed her eyes, quietly making her wish, before she blew on the flower, sending puffballs flying right into his face. Blinking, he wiped his cheek, and tried not to huff when she started giggling.

"You should not have told me that story about Morgan." She teased, tapping the tip of his nose. "I simply couldn't resist."

"I'll get you back for that." He dropped the stem on her forehead before lying down on his back, his hands folding over his stomach. "I still need to get Morgan back for that too, actually."

"I look forward to your revenge."

Giselle placed the stem back in the grass, then stretched her arms up over her head, her back arching. A smirk formed on Robert's lips as he looked at her, his fingers twitching.

"You're lucky I'm feeling nice right now." Her attention turned back to him; her brow raised as her forearms crossed above her. "You're exposing your stomach, giving me such easy access—"

Robert held his hand above her, and she quickly grabbed his wrist again, making him chuckle.

"Do not. Unless you want me to bite you again."

"You'll bite me whether I tickle you or not." Rolling onto her side, Giselle scooted closer, and laid her cheek on his chest, her arm wrapping around him. Robert began gently playing with her hair, and watched as the clouds floated by, slowly covering the sun. "What'd you wish for?"

"I cannot tell you or it won't come true." She grinned, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "It was a rather simple wish though. One you could probably guess."

"Simple, huh?" Twirling one of her curls around his finger, Robert thought for a moment, before a smile tugged on his lips.

Grabbing her hip, he rolled them over, and pressed his palms against the blanket as he hovered above her. Robert almost found himself lost in her eyes once again, when he felt Giselle's hand slide up his chest. Wrapping her fingers around his tie, she pulled him closer, and brought their lips together with a smile. His heart fluttered in his chest as their kiss deepened, and her hand moved to the back of his head.

"Was my guess correct?" He murmured, kissing her again.

"Yes. To an extent."

Robert sighed dramatically, a playful smile on his face. "How many do you want?"

"I cannot tell you that or it will not come true." Giselle tugged on his tie again, grinning. "But I will say that I certainly wished for far more than two."

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- Emmett