Damen and Laurent: "Are you flirting with me?” or "You want me to do what?” :)
This took a while to write cuz I wanted to incorporate both of these phrases into the fic and then I got carried away with the fluff....oops! Thank you so much for the prompt, I hope you enjoy this ♥
Damen had just triple-checked that everything was in place when he heard the front door lock turn. Knowing he had less than five seconds to get into position, he sacrificed checking his appearance to snatch the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. He looked well put together. Probably. By the time the door was fully opened, Damen was leaning against the wall in their narrow entryway – an attempt at nonchalance.
Laurent stepped into the apartment and froze at the sight in front of him. He took in the black slacks, expensive button-up shirt and flowers in one long, analytical sweep. Damen could see the gears in Laurent’s mind working on overdrive. He let him. By the end of the night Laurent wouldn’t be thinking at all.
With the weather getting chillier, Laurent wore a navy blue pea coat and a black scarf looped around his neck. Damen appreciated how the dark shades highlighted his fair skin and sharp blue eyes. His blond hair was swept to one side, mused and windblown. Somehow, it looked like he stepped off of a runway. The only sign that he did not, in fact, just partake in a fashion show was that the tips of his ears and nose were pink from the cold.
Damen wondered how someone could be so effortlessly beautiful.
It was only when Laurent’s eyes eventually drifted back to Damen’s that he finally spoke. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”
“Valentine’s Day is far away,” was Laurent’s response. “There are no holidays coming up nor is it my birthday or our anniversary.”
“Nope,” Damen agreed. There was absolutely nothing special about this day.
Laurent blinked. “If this isn’t a ‘we won the lottery’ celebration, I will be very disappointed.”
Damen grinned. “Then I have some bad news for you.”
Laurent rolled his eyes but the ghost of a smile on his lips betrayed him. He put down his messenger bag and went to take off his coat. Damen stepped forward.
“Here,” he said, and offered the bouquet to Laurent. “Let me attend you.”
