I rub my tired eyes as I park my car, unbutton is the top button on my shirt.
God, it always chokes me.
Ugh.
I hum under my breath as I grab the little dried fruit snacks I just picked up for Puck.
I love buying him little snacks, he always goes crazy every time I present them to him.
He's such a cute little monkey.
Reminds me of the monkey from that old Anaconda movie.
I freeze as soon as I open the door.
Because Quincy is standing in front of the couch shirtless, holding a bouquet of pretty red carnations.
Goosebumps immediately erupt all over my body.
He looks absolutely perfect, a small little smile tugging at his lips. His hair is all tousled just the way I like it.
I set my purse down slowly, closing the door behind me.
"Hi, sweetheart. Do you mind telling me what you're doing?"
I say softly, folding my arms behind my back.
There's soft music playing in the background and everything.
As if this couldn't be any more perfect.
Oh my God, this can't be real.
"At the moment? Trying to be sexy."
He says casually, his cheeks turning red.
His muscles seem to gleam under the bright lights.
He must have just got out of the shower.
I can smell the ocean breeze all the way across the room.
My favorite smell.
My toes curl.
"It's working. Oh man, it's really working."
I whisper, biting my lip.
"Very good."
He lets out a relieved breath.
"How long have you been standing there?"
I can't help but be amused.
He shrugs.
"I don't know, about 3 minutes? Maybe 4. Definitely 4."
He mutters.
I take a deep breath.
"I just so happened to be out for a stroll. I bought a bunch of sticks for ya."
There's a twinkle in his eyes as he holds the flowers up.
There's no way this is real.
"Oh, I love carnations. They are so lovely."
I breathe, walking forward reluctantly.
It feels like I'm walking on clouds.
All the stress from the day magically disappears as I smell the flowers.
"You are so thoughtful, Quincy. I may cry."
I say honestly.
"What? No, please don't cry. Are you going to cry?"
He asks anxiously.
"This is just so perfect, I..."
I can't even finish.
He stuffs his hands into his pockets.
"I didn't think you liked carnations so much. I'm....glad I can make you cry?"
He asks awkwardly.
I wipe away my single tear embarrassedly.
"A happy tear."
I assure him.
"Ah. Very good."
"Carnations are my favorite."
I whisper, smelling them again.
He grins.
"That's perfect. I was thinking earlier and I realized that I never found out your favorite flower. I'm glad I made the right decision."
He babbles.
I set them down, slowly wrapping my arms around him.
"Oh, baby. I thought about you all day."
I groan, melting into his arms.
"Oh, that is such a relief to hear. I was going to say something like that as soon as you walked in but I didn't want to sound too cringy."
He mutters as I bury my face in his neck.
"You be as cringy as you want, I love it."
I mutter as he runs his fingers through my hair.
"I'll keep that in mind."
He grins.
"How was work?"
I sigh, moving away.
"Tiring. How was your day?"
I yawn, slipping off my heels.
My feet are killing me.
"Oh, fine. Been out of the house all day."
He is saying as I'm handing Puck his treats.
He starts jumping around with the bag.
"You sound very tired, lovie. Would you like me to do anything? I can rub your feet. Or something."
Quincy soothes.
My breath catches.
He always manages to make me speechless.
Silence.
"Did you leave?"
He whispers awkwardly.
"No."
He blushes, rubbing his neck.
"Rub my feet? Since when did you do that?"
I grin.
"Since I decided I wanted to be a perfect boyfriend."
He shrugs.
"I want to be a perfect girlfriend. Let me rub your big feet."
I tease.
"My feet aren't big!"
"Not as big as your head."
I mutter, reaching for his hand.
"Let's cuddle."
I say, my mind wandering.
"Okay."
"Are you sleeping?"
He whispers, his fingers tangled in my hair.
I'm busy feeling on his stomach.
It's so flat and hard.
Just the other day I got the honorable pleasure of seeing him workout.
Seeing him do pushups really made my heart leap for some reason.
He's so damn sexy.
"No."
I refrain from protesting as he sits up suddenly.
"Good. We need to talk."
I frown, rolling on my back.
"Alright. What about?"
"Sex."
That one simple word sends more than 3 emotions flowing through me.
"What!??"
"What, you don't know what sex is?"
He snickers a little.
"Why are you always talking about sex?"
I groan, even though my heartbeat is beating abnormally fast.
"Not just any sex. Wild sex."
He corrects me with a roll of his eyes.
"We should do it. Have it, I should say."
He adds thoughtfully.
My mouth falls open.
What the hell?
"Where is all of this coming from? What.."
I can barely even think of what to say.
He sighs loudly.
"Well I was just thinking about it yesterday when Liv was talking about babies and stuff. I mean, you have to have sex in order to have a baby-"
"You want a baby!?"
"What!? No! Well, yeah. Not right now... I mean, that's a whole different conversation for another time."
He stutters to say, his cheeks gradually getting redder.
"I was just thinking about the process. Not that I don't want to go through the process or...God, what am I saying right now!? I like sex!"
He adds in frustration.
"Hey, calm down. I understand you, you big freak."
I assure him.
He folds his arms.
"So can we try it out or no?"
I gulp.
"You mean like right now?"
I ask awkwardly.
He shrugs.
"Any time. I can understand if you want to wait, we've only been together for a little bit."
He says calmly.
I hesitate.
Sex?
Excuse me, wild sex?
With Quincy?
I haven't even thought of that.
"I haven't had sex in a while. God, I never thought I'd be having this conversation with you."
I groan.
"I can say the same. To both things."
He mutters.
I don't know what to say.
"How about we take it slow? One step at a time over time? Yeah, baby?"
He whispers.
"Great idea. Take off your pants."
I demand.
"Me!? No, why do I have to go first? You're the one who just had a long day at work. Plus you're wearing a skirt, you better yank that shit off first."
His cheeks are the reddest I've seen them.
I take a moment to admire him.
"I'm fine, sweetie. Don't worry about it really. I have a pretty good idea of what I'm supposed to do."
I roll my eyes.
He hesitates.
"I was kind of hoping that you'd say that you wanted to wait."
He says awkwardly.
"We're not about to have sex, silly."
I smirk a little as the realization slowly crosses his face.
"Oh. Oh, no. Baby, you don't have to-"
"I know. Will you quit being a virgin and play along?"
I complain, cracking my knuckles.
"I may as well be one."
He grumbles, standing up reluctantly.
"Look you've already been a perfect boyfriend today by buying me flowers-"
"Sticks. Come on, it takes 2 to make it a inside joke."
He complains.
I roll my eyes.
"You bought me 'sticks'. Let me do something for you know."
"You're my girl. That's good enough for me."
He mutters, dropping his pants down slowly.
"You nervous? Don't be, cutie."
I say softly.
"It's just been a long time."
He says seriously.
"I get it. Come here, we can kiss a little first. Set the mood."
I say.
"Good, I like kissing."
He rasps.
I just giggle.
He's so cute.