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stan pov:
my eyes open and i smile. i wrap a towel around my waist as i step out of the shower. fiddleford had left earlier in the morning to go to work. it was his first day back since he had gone to visit his kid.
neither of us had mentioned the kiss or anything relating to it. but i hope he thought of it when he was gone. i get dressed in a nice outfit, and grab a brown leather jacket smiling as i head outside.
in my mind his lips are on mine, my fingers brush against my lips and my head clears. i walk to the florists and order a delivery to be delivered to him while he's at work. a beautiful arrangement, a mix of soft blue salvia flowers, red tulips, red Camellias, brown and red irises with beautifully arranged with full fronds of fern.
the florist blushing the whole time as she helps me to understand how to use the flowers to express what i want to say. i purchase a smaller bouquet of flowers and thank her as i leave, heading back home.
Bill pov:
a knocking at the door pulls my attention up from the book i was reading. i get up and glance into the dining room, ford and fidd are both focused on comparing notes on some creature they had come across months ago.
i open the door, and a young woman is standing there with a massive bouquet of flowers, blue, red brown and green leaves and petals. "i have a delivery for fiddleford McGucket." she says and hands it to me. "thank you ill take it to him from here." i say shocked as it takes both hands to be able to hold it.
i kick the door shut and take the flowers to fidd, his eyes widen. "who would send me flowers?" he mutters not finding a note or card. i roll my eyes. "theres not even a note." he says looking confused.
"no shit glasses, it doesnt need one. its the flowers, they scream everything without needing to have it wrote down." i say and he looks at me.
"what do you mean my muse?" ford asks his curiosity showing.
"you both know nothing about flower language? oh my god, fidd, someone is frankly quite taken with you." i say and point at the different ones. "this one means i think of you, this one is a declaration of love and passion." i say moving on. "this one means, you are a flame in my heart, and these two, unwavering commitment, passion and love. and the last one is magic and fascination." i explain and both older men look at me shocked.
"i- who would?" fidd blushes heavily.
"i didnt know you knew any of that." ford says and i shrug. "its not a commonly used form of saying things anymore, not as big as used be. its both very beautiful and very romantic." i say and lean down to give ford a quick kiss before going back to reading.
stan pov:
i run my fingers through my hair, wondering if i should get it cut. the sky was dark and cloudy, threats of the first snow of the winter hang in the air ad i walk to fords house. a blue shirt the top three buttons undone, and showing off some skin as well as chest hair. my brown leather jacket keeping me warm enough.
i sit on the porch. i hear the door open behind me. it shuts and i pull out a cigar.
"was it you?" bill asks sitting beside me as i light the cigar. "what do you think bill." i say and he chuckles quietly as i exhale a puff of smoke into the night air.
bill and i sit quietly for the next half hour passing the cigar back and fourth. i clear my throat and decide to break the silence. "did he like them?" i ask and bill nods. the door opens behind us and ford is in the doorway.
"really stan, sitting out here smoking with bill?" ford says sounding disappointed and i shrug. i put out the end of the cigar and stand up brushing off my pants.
"its your fault you were working late again." i say as fiddleford makes his way to the door his keys around his middle finger, flowers in his hands.
"ill drive fidd, so you can hold those." i say and he beams. "thank you, someone sent them today!" he says excitedly as i take the keys off his finger.
ford gives me a look as bill whispers in his ear, fiddleford almost at the car. i unlock it and help him into the car.
as i walk around to get into the drivers seat bill nods at me. "good luck." he says and wraps his arms around ford.
"i have food waiting at home, if you dont want to eat with me its ok." i say as i glance over at fiddleford. the drive home is quiet as snow begins to fall.
fiddleford pov:
walking through the front door, the smell hits me. it smells good. "stan..." i turn to look at him as he takes off his jacket. my eyes linger on his exposed chest as he fixes his sleeves. he looks at me and smiles.
i set the flowers on the counter. "go sit fidd, ill bring food in a moment. i hope you like potato soup." he says and motions for me to sit at the table.
as he walks past me i smell his cologne, intoxicating. sitting down at the table, my eyes widen. spread over the table are pink and white Camellias. i glance between the flowers on the table and the flowers on the counter. his back to me as he gets soup put into bowls i take note.
his hair styled, the thought he put into his outfit. the color of his shirt matching my eyes. the way he smiled at me.
he sets two bowls on the table as my mind races. his brown eyes watching me as i look to the flowers on the counter again. as we eat i try to find words. stan shakes his head subtly as if saying i dont have to say anything. he finishes his food before me and waits for me.
getting up he walks over to me and offers me his hand, a blush across his face. "would you like to dance?" he asks some hesitance in his voice. i take his rough hand in mine, and nod. he pulls me up to my feet and turns on music, slow love songs start playing.
he pulls me close and moved us away from the table, his hands on my hips. i put my hands on his shoulders not knowing where else to put them. we dance around slowly as one song shifts into another. i ease into him letting him take the lead, letting my head rest in the crook of his neck. he smells good.
his hands adjusting to hold me closer as we sway back and fourth. "i cant get you out of my head fidd." he says leaning his head on mine. i move my hand to his chest where his skin is exposed and rest it there. "i hope you like the flowers i sent you." he finishes his voice quiet.
"thank you stan, they are beautiful." i say and he brings a hand up to my cheek. he slides his thumb along my jawline to my chin as he lift his head off mine. slowly he traces my lower lip with his thumb.
looking into his eyes as my face grows hot he smiles. "may i kiss you?"
"yes." i breathe out and his lips are on mine. gently he deepens the kiss. as i kiss him back i play with his exposed chest hair. still dancing slowly around the room he breaks the kiss his eyes lingering on my lips.
"is this ok?" he questions a little out of breath. "please kiss me again." the words fall out of my mouth and he smiles.
he kisses me again and i feel a wall at my back. he slides his hand up my side from my hip, kissing me deeper with each second. my heart hammering in my chest i kiss him back, our tongues doing the dancing now.
he moans softly into the kiss as i slide fingers up into his hair. he trails kisses down my neck to the collar of my shirt, he then looks me in the eyes. "how much further are you ok with me going?"