Anniversary

Her hands were busy with the dishes, ears twitching every now and then when I made closer steps towards the kitchen, but she paid little attention to me. Instead she was focused intently on the green sponge in her hand and the dirty dishes piled in the sink.

I would say my movements were fluent and perfect, but that would be calling me a liar. My arms were around her waist, lips on her neck hungrily as I tried to encourage her hands out of the sink, but she fought me and elbowed me in the gut.

Groaning, I bit my lip and locked my legs to stay up, taking a deep breath before approaching her again. Sadly, the same reaction, each time I tried to get affection, I got painful rejection and bruises on my ribs.

"I got you roses, Tiffany..." I whispered lightly in her ear, reaching out to give them to her, but was greeted by the hard flesh of a wet back hand.

It knocked me onto the floor, and my bones did the wave in my body as I gritted my teeth, hands cut up from the broken vase I was holding previous. The only thing that stunned me wasn't the fact that she struck me, but had tears streaming down her face as she stared at me, wiping her eyes furiously.

"You left for hours without a text or assurance that you're alright, and then you come home smelling like alcohol and sweat and you expect me to just calm down and not be angry at you? I nearly had a heart attack and almost called the cops; I was so worried about you, Desiree."

"Babe..."

"Don't you 'babe' me," My blonde was furious, wagging a finger in my face as I tried to look down and hide it behind my brunette hair, "You're sleeping on the couch tonight."

That pierced me deep and it stung as I tried to stand, wiping my face. "I can explain..."

"I don't want to hear your excuses," Her back was to me again, and I glared at it as I tried to calm myself and not react irrational.

"I helped a guy in security escort a drunk off our grounds who was causing trouble, and noticed how late it was getting. I had plans to get to the flower store to get you a bouquet of roses, but knew it was too late on my way home. Luckily, as I was driving by I managed to catch the guy before he closed up, and he let me in and buy you a rose, and when I got outside, a tow truck had gotten to my car, and I had to run and chase him down to stop him to get my car back. I wanted to surprise you when I got home...that's why I never called...." I dropped the rose on the counter, beside her hand and smoothed out my hair as I grabbed the broom, sweeping up the glass before dumping it into the trash.

During my clean up of the mess, Tiffany's head kept peeking over at the rose, probably letting my words seek in. I spent a few minutes just procrastinating and hoping she'd believe me so we could celebrate our fifth anniversary together the right way.

As I turned to leave the kitchen, the water shut off and her fingers wound around my wrist as she pulled me back to and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her warm chest.

She kissed my forehead first as I listened her heartbeat, eyes closed. Next were my temples, both of them, before down the bridge of my nose to the tip of it, cheeks following close behind. I tried not to purr as she showed me so much soft affection, but it was pointless, and they slipped out, feeling her smile under her kiss when her lips finally reached mine.

I sucked on her gently, hoping to savor them as she turned me to face her so she could hold me the right way, where we were chest to chest, heart over heart. Her fingers caressed my cheek in a pattern, making them glow in a honey blush as she smiled against my lips again before breaking away.

"You're not lying?" She rested her forehead against mine, and I nodded.

"You can even ask Steve, the flower guy down the street two blocks down...He was there. Or even Collin from work. Baby, I wouldn't do that to you. We've been together for ten years. Don't you believe in me?"

She was hesitant at first, and I didn't blame her. She had been that way all her life. The way she was raised, and the family issues of her parents leaving her with her grandma since she was the age of seven.

I held her so close to me, we were nearly one body.

"Desi..." She whispered in my ear. "My Desi..."

Smiling gently, I stroked her cheek and nodded, breathing her in, "Always will be, Tiff. Till death do us part, remember?"

Tiffany smiled at that, and nodded, "Always and forever."

A cute yawn escaped her lips as she nuzzled me, leaning me against the fridge. I ended up staring into her beautiful blue eyes, and cupping her jaw to kiss her again, but she turned her head and attention on my bleeding hands.

I hadn't noticed the pain or blood until her eyes were on them. She laid gentle kisses to them, previous to her escape to the bathroom and retrieving the first aid kit.

Her fingers were delicate as she wrapped both my hands in band aids and gauze, smiling gently as she brought me to her again.

"Let's get ourselves in bed, and then we'll try today over again." She tugged me playfully towards to the bedroom.

"It's not that late. Maybe we could enjoy the rest of the evening together in bed." I hinted, grinning sheepishly.

A dark blush formed on my blonde's face, giving her usually pale skin, color. I giggled quietly, finding a pillow in my face as she laughed, crawling under the covers.

It doesn't usually take her long to fall asleep, and that night was no different. Not even two minutes count and she was out, snuggling her last anniversary present from me: a teddy bear.

I moved the bangs from her face, kissing it tenderly, pulling blankets over me as well, and arms wrapped around her waist. The light was out when I tapped it with my toe, stretching.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was half asleep. Sorry

Reviews

[Imara]

"but that would be calling me a liar. " Being a liar or you would have to call me a liar.
You have a thing for blonds ;p
"not react irrational." irrationally.
I love that they don't have sex, it makes he moment so much more inimae because its emotional not physical. That being said Tiffany seems way to pissed and given her short background forgave her way to easily. I'd like to see the "Are you telling the truth" scene drawn out a little more. Other than that I love this and for being written while half asleep is done really well. I can see it in my head nicely even with your limited descriptions because we all know what a kitchen looks like and you don't wast your time describing something that doesn't need to be. Great job, I really loved this! It was so heart warming and just sweet! :)

[Broken Hearted Faux]

Thanks so much

[Dark Angel ~]

I like it :3

[Broken Hearted Faux]

Thanks