Well, I was writing this with someone in mind who is no longer active for an event that is no longer happening. What can you do. I'd still like to share it, because I got the go ahead, and I had a wonderful time writing. I hope anyone who reads this enjoys, and please feel free to send any requests if you're interested and wanna see more of anything in the future. Oh, also it's technically x reader, but pet names are used in place of y/n. I also gave the the reader as little description as possible so anyone can picture themselves if they wish. Also gender neutral. Happy Valentine's Day.
It had been ten minutes since they sent me a text saying they would be here in about fifteen. I was already planning something special before either of us knew about the additional hours added to their schedule last minute.
Satisfied with the temperature, the tub was now filled to just above the halfway point, bubbles taking up the remaining space. A few candles of their favorite scent were lit and sitting around the edge of the sink, creating a soft and pleasant hue in the smaller bathroom.
Picking up the small bouquet of pink roses, I waited nearby the door of our apartment, listening as the key was inserted and clicked from the other side.
"Wil, I'm so sorry, I wanted to spend the day with you so bad, but then everything just---"
"Hello my angel, happy Valentine's Day."
Everything was quiet for a few seconds as they took everything in.
"I hope you don't mind the---"
And they were standing on tip toes, arms around my neck, kissing me softly but passionately.
"Well that was a nice surprise."
"You're surprised? What's all this then?"
"Only what you deserve, my love." I replied, holding out the flowers, which they took carefully and held in front of their face, smile spanning a length competing with canyons and reaching either ear from behind the clear plastic and blooms.
"Something smells lovely."
"Perhaps it's coming from there?" I pointed to the bathroom around the walls' corner.
They eyed me a tad suspicious before following my line of sight.
"I can not believe you!" Their voice went up half an octave in faux disbelief from where they stood in the doorway.
"Take all the time you would like for yourself to get rid of any stress or worries you may have from the day, bub, I'll have dinner out when you're ready."
Right around the half hour mark, I heard the plug be pulled to drain the bath water, and I began to prep our dinner, one of their favorite pasta dishes, to be plated.
"I haven't felt that relaxed in a while." They were in much comfier clothes now, but still holding a towel to dry the roots of their hair with, I leaned down slightly for them to reach easier and gave them a soft peck on the lips, before motioning to the stove where our dinner waited.
"It's not much, but I know you love it, and I like it too, I just wanted to do it because it's nice, and you deserve everything always and---"
Stopping my rambling, they grabbed my hands like two pieces of art, rubbing padded thumbs across knuckles in a form of appreciation without using words, and led us to the table.
Our bellies full and tastebuds satisfied, the dishes were quickly washed and I put them away. I moved from the kitchen to my guitar in its case in our bedroom before returning to the sofa where they sat against one end sideways. I motioned for them to sit near me and pet my lap, inviting them to lay across, which they did so eagerly as I made sure the instrument was tuned.
The familiar notes began to dance in the air as they settled a bit further into my lap.
"With the love of my life, they've got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night, I don't need no light to see you shine."
The way their skin practically glowed with the hues of near dusk coming through the blinds, a sort of halo atop their head, coincidentally magical as I held the last note.
I could feel them somehow relax further and their breathing evened out as the day and the song came to a close. After setting my guitar in front of the sofa, using the armrest and side table to balance it for the time being, I placed one hand on their face to cradle it, the other on the crown of their head to gently play with their hair. I bent ever so slightly forward and with one final soft kiss, I knew they were asleep, the pink roses sitting in a vase on the coffee table in front of us.
"Happy Valentine's Day, darling, sweet dreams."
