***WARNING SLIGHT LEMON***
Chapter Three: Just Kiss Me Slowly
You wake up, feeling someones lips against yours, as the lips pull away, you look up at Alfred through your eyelashes .
"Do you still really feel that way..?" You ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
'shes awake!? How long has she been awake? How much did she hear?' He thinks frantically.
"i..yes.." He replies, his usual care free nature, sobered by the truth and weight of his conviction.
Smiling, you reach one hand behind his head and pull him closer, kissing his lips tenderly.
He kisses back and grins, "So I take it that you like me back?"
You blush and smile, "would I have kissed you back otherwise?"
"Well I am your Hero, so.."
"just shut up Alfred-"
He laughs and kisses you sweetly, holding you close.
You blush darker, "I love you, Alfred"
----back to present time-----
"Dude-! I'm so sorry i'm late! Look, i'll totally make it up to you-" your goofy boyfriend yells as he runs into the diner, his bomber jacket soaking wet.
You sigh and smile softly, still looking out the window, "Its fine Al~"
He walks over to you, "No its not, I-"
"You're going to walk me home and cook me dinner?" You grin, "Thanks, Al-"
"Yeah! Wait, can't we just-"
You cut him off, "We are not going to McDonalds..."
Alfred pouts, "come on, ____(nickname)___...please?"
He sighs, "Ok... Hey I have another idea on' how I can make it up for you-"
"If its fast food related, I'm not interested.." You groan.
He smiles and blind folds you, "Just trust me.."
"That's a dangerous idea"
He laughs and leads you out of the diner, into the pouring rain.
----le magical not super long time skip----
Even blindfolded, you could tell he had called a taxi before hand, otherwise catching a cab at this time should have been nothing short of a miracle.
Where he was taking you was a mystery, 'what dies he have planned now? I hope its not some half baked apology turned fiasco, done mess you'd eventually be cleaning up, like most of his half-wit ideas.
The taxi came to a stop, the ride was a lot longer than what it would take to get to your apartment, this knowledge already made you wary. You try to figure out where the hell your boyfriend was taking you, you rack your brain, searching for the answer;
' is there anything special today? I know its none of our birthdays, its not a holiday...this seems a little too extravagant, even by Alfred's standards...oh no..what did he do now?' you think worried, mentally preparing for the worst
As you were mentally rambling, Alfred pays the cabbie and leads you out of the car while removing your blindfold. Revealing your destination, a very classy, very expensive restaurant.
"Just wait.." He smiles at you, like a child on Christmas morning.
As you approach the hostess, Alfred hands her a pre-written card as to give nothing away by talking, she reads the card and scans her guest book, she smiles, "right this way, please-"
She seats you into a private booth with an accented table, decorated with a crystal water basin and floating candles; as you look around, you start to worry just how expensive this "surprise" would be. Your brow furrows slightly, hoping he didn't do anything too reckless.
"Alfred, whats going on? I mean at first you said you were late because you slept in, and I get that.. what I dont get is how you have this planned out, I mean the process to even get into this restaurant would take at least a month; and let's face it, you're kind of an open book, so you couldn't have hidden this from me for nearly that long-" He starts laughing, you look irritated, "..what?"
"Give me some credit , will ya babe?" He leans over and pulls out some chocolate and a bouquet of (favorite flowers) from a basket beside the table, a huge grin spreading across his face.
"Wow, I never would have guessed that you'd be the one who'd forget..."
You look at him confused, "..forget what?"
He laughs, "Happy Anniversary, __________.."
You couldn't believe that you'd actually forgotten it was your anniversary, usually he was the one who'd forget the important things.
He grins "You don't really believe I was going to forget our anniversary, right?"
You smile, ""Happy anniversary, Al..."
You lean in to kiss his lips, you notice the waiter coming in with bread sticks and water, you notice a ribbon wrapped around the breadsticks with a note, containing only two words:
in one swift motion, Alfred was on bended knee, a black velvet ring case in his hand, a smile on his his face, waiting for your answer, silently praying for it to be a yes.
"So, __________, will you marry me?"