Happy fluffy fic for Hayley!mun (we love you!)
Bill adored being lazy with his girlfriend, Hayley, more than anything in the world. Often they’d spend entire weekends laying in bed, or watching movies. Other times they’d spend all day having monopoly tournaments or watching baseball from the 60s and drinking Jack and coke.
Saturday marked the day they’d been together six months. Six months prior they kissed for the first time. Hayley was leaning in the door frame of the bar, telling Bill they must go to a Met’s game soon and that he better be back to see her again. He grinned, dizzy from inhaling that new crush smell. She dried her hands on her bar tender’s apron and leaned forward and kissed him. Just like that she kissed him, leaving him so desperate to see her again he swears he didn’t sleep for two days. Hayley doesn’t believe Bill when he tells that story but he think she likes hearing it. He knows it makes her blush. Bill loves that blush. That blush reserved only for him. Sure she’d flirt with horny drunks but once the customers paid their tabs and two am rolled around she went home to Bill. He never worried about this and she trusted him more for it.
This Saturday Bill promised her a surprise. She kissed down his neck, begging for a clue but he held his ground. She deserved to be wooed and wooed she would be. Bill was determined not to go overboard, she was too classy for something cheesy. If she wanted cheesiness she’d rent low budget porn, not have a boyfriend. After a little brainstorming and a few phone calls Bill was satisfied with his plan.
He dusted off his tux from Alexis’s wedding and ironed it. He shined his shoes and brushed his teeth. At promptly 2:10 am he appeared at the bar clad in his tux, a bouquet of daisies and violets in his hand.
Hayley laughed as he presented the flowers to her, her cheeks filling with his favorite blush. She convinced him she had to change before they left, though he thought she was as beautiful and sexy as could be in just those jeans and tee shirt she had on. 20 minutes later they were kissing softly in the back of a cab.
“So making out in a cab, that’s an interesting date,” Hayley smirked.
“You know that’s not it, not that I wouldn’t take it,” Bill grinned and kissed her again.
They arrived at their destination, which, much to Hayley’s surprise was actually just Bill’s apartment building. Bill took her hand and led her to the elevator, promising that her surprise was just ahead. They ascended 25 floors and exited on the roof. A record player was set up, churning out tunes that no longer played on the juke box at Hayley’s bar, ballads by people like Frank Sinatra, Elvis, and Bobby Darin. A folding card table had been transformed into a thing of beauty with a table cloth candles, and a bottle of wine. With the wine was a cake Bill made (all by himself no less!) with pictures of he and Hayley drawn in icing. Next to the sketch in icing shorthand Bill had attempted to write “Bill loves Hayley” and you could pretty much tell it said that.
Moonlight revealed the whole set up to the couple. Bill opened his arms to his favorite girl. “Dance with me?”
Saturday marked the day they’d been together six months. Six months prior they kissed for the first time. Hayley was leaning in the door frame of the bar, telling Bill they must go to a Met’s game soon and that he better be back to see her again. He grinned, dizzy from inhaling that new crush smell. She dried her hands on her bar tender’s apron and leaned forward and kissed him. Just like that she kissed him, leaving him so desperate to see her again he swears he didn’t sleep for two days. Hayley doesn’t believe Bill when he tells that story but he think she likes hearing it. He knows it makes her blush. Bill loves that blush. That blush reserved only for him. Sure she’d flirt with horny drunks but once the customers paid their tabs and two am rolled around she went home to Bill. He never worried about this and she trusted him more for it.
This Saturday Bill promised her a surprise. She kissed down his neck, begging for a clue but he held his ground. She deserved to be wooed and wooed she would be. Bill was determined not to go overboard, she was too classy for something cheesy. If she wanted cheesiness she’d rent low budget porn, not have a boyfriend. After a little brainstorming and a few phone calls Bill was satisfied with his plan.
He dusted off his tux from Alexis’s wedding and ironed it. He shined his shoes and brushed his teeth. At promptly 2:10 am he appeared at the bar clad in his tux, a bouquet of daisies and violets in his hand.
Hayley laughed as he presented the flowers to her, her cheeks filling with his favorite blush. She convinced him she had to change before they left, though he thought she was as beautiful and sexy as could be in just those jeans and tee shirt she had on. 20 minutes later they were kissing softly in the back of a cab.
“So making out in a cab, that’s an interesting date,” Hayley smirked.
“You know that’s not it, not that I wouldn’t take it,” Bill grinned and kissed her again.
They arrived at their destination, which, much to Hayley’s surprise was actually just Bill’s apartment building. Bill took her hand and led her to the elevator, promising that her surprise was just ahead. They ascended 25 floors and exited on the roof. A record player was set up, churning out tunes that no longer played on the juke box at Hayley’s bar, ballads by people like Frank Sinatra, Elvis, and Bobby Darin. A folding card table had been transformed into a thing of beauty with a table cloth candles, and a bottle of wine. With the wine was a cake Bill made (all by himself no less!) with pictures of he and Hayley drawn in icing. Next to the sketch in icing shorthand Bill had attempted to write “Bill loves Hayley” and you could pretty much tell it said that.
Moonlight revealed the whole set up to the couple. Bill opened his arms to his favorite girl. “Dance with me?”