while cheryl blossom claims to be PERFECT at everything — and for the most part it rings true — there's one thing in particular that has her stumped. birthdays. or more specifically, reggie mantle's birthday.
for most, the redhead is more than happy to lay down daddy's credit card on the most expensive gifts, doting her friends and lovers with expensive jewelry, clothing, tickets, electronics; whatever their heart desires, she's more than willing to spend. but when it comes to reggie, it's different. just like her, he has his own father's credit card to appease him, a buy off for absent parenting, the pretense of parental love. she could buy him a watch, concert tickets to his favourite band, new rims for his PRECIOUS car, but what does it matter when he could buy that himself?
cheryl wants to be SPECIAL — or at least, she wants this to be special for him.
the consideration of something genuinely HEARTFELT flits through her mind so quickly that she barely registers it as a thought. while the two of them have allowed each other to see glimpses of vulnerability at their lowest moments, have COMFORTED each other when they don't think anyone else would be there, she's far too scared to gift him something sweet.
not that she even knows what that would be. when has cheryl blossom ever done something SWEET?
even if he does deserve it.
not that he would ever BELIEVE IT if she had the courage to admit she thought he deserved the world.
she settles instead for a PHYSICAL gift, since it's always been what they do best. it may be unoriginal, and it may not reflect her true FEELINGS, but there's no doubt in her mind that he'll like it just the same.
sneaking into his room moments before he's expected home — for as much of a BADASS as he pretends to be, he's somewhat predictable — she disrobes slowly, leaving a trail of clothes from the door to the bed. she slips on top of the covers completely naked, save for several strategically placed bows. if she's going to be his present, he needs something to UNWRAP, after all.
propped up on her elbows, red hair trailing over her shoulders like a waterfall, a seductive smirk curls onto her lips as he opens the bedroom door.
"happy birthday, baby," she purrs, a crooked finger inviting him towards the bed. for once she'll allow him to take complete control, have her HOWEVER he wants, for as long as he wants. tonight, she’s all his.
she's prepared to let him think that she's only giving herself over physically, but deep down she knows better. today she's gifted him HERSELF, heart and all. even if she can't ADMIT it yet.
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