Me filling another kiss prompt instead of literally anything else? More likely that you think. This one fills the prompt (loosely) of a kiss over dinner. Thanks @sanjuwrites for the beta
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Carlos shoves the last container of food in the fridge and lets the door slam shut. As if on cue, the lights flicker and the loft is bathed in darkness. His eyes adjust to the semi-darkness and he looks around the loft. His gaze settles on Lou Two and he shudders at the thought that TK might ask him to snuggle the lizard to keep it warm for however long the power is out.
He drops on the couch to wallow in a little self-pity. TK has been on shift since yesterday, so Carlos has been in the loft alone, taking it upon himself to plan a romantic dinner for their first anniversary. But predictably, because nothing could be easy this week, Mother Nature decided she has other plans.
He had planned a little picnic out where he and TK had watched the Northern Lights years ago. He even downloaded an app to help with the stargazing so they wouldn’t bicker over the constellations. And of course, a little — or a lot — of making out on the hood of the Camaro.
Instead, it’s been raining all day. Huge, heavy raindrops that guarantee anyone caught in it will be soaked between the Uber and their front door.
The door slides open and TK walks in, drenched and slightly out of breath. “Hi, baby. Damn, those stairs are no joke. I am out of shape.”
Carlos jumps up and grabs a couple of towels, hurrying back to the front door. He hands one to TK and then sets another on the floor for him to step on.
“Wait. You took the stairs?”
“Power’s out,” TK reminds him with a small grin as he towels off his hair.
“Oh, yeah. Well, I guess I’m glad you took the stairs instead of waiting in the lobby for it to come back on. Which is what I probably would have done.” He laughs. “Hi,” Carlos says, pressing a kiss to his husband’s lips. “Happy anniversary,” he whispers.
“Happy anniversary, baby,” TK echoes. “I’m going to get out of these wet clothes and then we’ll figure out dinner?”
“Take your time,” Carlos calls after him.
TK returns to the living room a few minutes later, finally dry. Carlos puts his hands on TK’s hips, pulling him in for a proper greeting.
“What are our plans for this evening?” TK asks after he breaks away.
Carlos scoffs and tells TK about the picnic he prepped for. “And now we can’t cook anything! We can’t order delivery. This week has been awful and I-”
“The food’s all ready?” He asks. Carlos nods and TK shrugs. “Go get it.”
Carlos sighs and heads to the refrigerator, pulling out everything he had prepared. When he returns to the living room, he notices TK has shoved the coffee table out of the way and spread their favorite throw blanket on the ground.
“Candles or no candles?” TK asks.
“Surprise me,” Carlos whispers, a little awed. “We’re going to eat on the living room floor on our first anniversary?”
TK sits and takes a container from Carlos. “You wanted a picnic. We’re having a picnic, complete with a little romantic lighting. And do you know what the best part is?” He asks, popping an olive into his mouth. Carlos shakes his head as he joins TK on the floor. “When we’re ready for this evening’s other activities, we won’t have to wait to drive home first.”
Carlos laughs as he wraps his arm around TK and pulls him in, kissing him hard. “I love you,” he says. “So much.”
“I love you too, baby. Happy anniversary. Now, let’s eat.”
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