Gifts
"I can't, I won't! Stop being foolish."
She couldn't help but smile and let him storm out of the kitchen in a huff. When she heard the front door close carefully, but the door to his Jeep slam, she got up and went to her bedroom. The plush carpet was a balm on her bare feet and knees when she knelt in front of her closet. The door slid open easily, and she reached in to dig for something deep in the back, buried under old boxes and sweaters that had fallen off the hanger. Her fingertips grazed a small box and her grin was triumphant as she pulled it out. A quick peek inside confirmed that, in spite of all the old cracks and scratches, it was still intact. Still in her bare feet, she lightly slipped down the stairs and made her way into his office. She left the box on his desk, and brushed her dark indigo hair back over her shoulder. A quick sticky note and she was gone as if she hadn't ever invaded his inner sanctum.
Saiyaka was asleep when Terry got home, a cut high on his cheekbone and his Jeep positively filthy. Still in a high dander, he opted to go and try to blow off some steam in his office before joining her in bed. The box on his desk made his expression darken with his fury at her deliberate violation of his express wishes. He moved to grab it in an angry fist when he saw the yellow note-and as usual-found himself unable to avoid reading it.
'I'm sorry that its not as pretty as it used to be, and that some of the cracks can't be fixed, but I'd like to think if you squint a little you'll still think its beautiful. You're the only one I trust with it, and should it break under your care, then I would want no-one else's hands touching it but yours. When you want it, when you're ready, its yours to take.'
Still grumpy he crumpled the note and shoved the box away in the back of his bottom most drawer, determined to ignore it. When he eventually was ready to leave the office he found his eyes drawn to the drawer...He wanted it, but not the responsibility...but still...
He brushed the hair away from her face, watching her face turn into the caress. He couldn't help his crooked smile as he slid in beside her and wrapped her in his arms, murmuring softly into her hair before falling asleep.
"Stubborn."
She couldn't help but smile and let him storm out of the kitchen in a huff. When she heard the front door close carefully, but the door to his Jeep slam, she got up and went to her bedroom. The plush carpet was a balm on her bare feet and knees when she knelt in front of her closet. The door slid open easily, and she reached in to dig for something deep in the back, buried under old boxes and sweaters that had fallen off the hanger. Her fingertips grazed a small box and her grin was triumphant as she pulled it out. A quick peek inside confirmed that, in spite of all the old cracks and scratches, it was still intact. Still in her bare feet, she lightly slipped down the stairs and made her way into his office. She left the box on his desk, and brushed her dark indigo hair back over her shoulder. A quick sticky note and she was gone as if she hadn't ever invaded his inner sanctum.
Saiyaka was asleep when Terry got home, a cut high on his cheekbone and his Jeep positively filthy. Still in a high dander, he opted to go and try to blow off some steam in his office before joining her in bed. The box on his desk made his expression darken with his fury at her deliberate violation of his express wishes. He moved to grab it in an angry fist when he saw the yellow note-and as usual-found himself unable to avoid reading it.
'I'm sorry that its not as pretty as it used to be, and that some of the cracks can't be fixed, but I'd like to think if you squint a little you'll still think its beautiful. You're the only one I trust with it, and should it break under your care, then I would want no-one else's hands touching it but yours. When you want it, when you're ready, its yours to take.'
Still grumpy he crumpled the note and shoved the box away in the back of his bottom most drawer, determined to ignore it. When he eventually was ready to leave the office he found his eyes drawn to the drawer...He wanted it, but not the responsibility...but still...
He brushed the hair away from her face, watching her face turn into the caress. He couldn't help his crooked smile as he slid in beside her and wrapped her in his arms, murmuring softly into her hair before falling asleep.
"Stubborn."