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“Why, hello there beautiful!”
Smug faced propped on his hand, Alfred greeted you with his trademark grin. You had been walking by the couch, not expecting him to be home when he sprung up from nowhere. Startled, you dropped the stack of books you had been carrying up to his library—well, your library now too, you presumed. Alfred laughed and launched to your side.
“I’ll save the day!” He exclaimed. “Make way for the hero!”
“Alfred!” You scolded gently, fighting a smile. “You can’t startle me like that!”
“Aww, I’m sorry darlin’!” He kissed your cheek. “Just couldn’t help myself; you’re gorgeous.”
Blushing, you playfully punched him in the shoulder and knelt to gather the books. Of course, he helped you, bending over and talking about his day. As each book slipped into your hands, you remembered how all of this had happened; after your third anniversary a few days earlier, Alfred had insisted that you come live with him. Though you had been unsure, he convinced you to come with those puppy eyes and, really, how could you refuse?
“Why’re you smiling?” Alfred grinned obliviously. “It really happened!”
“Oh, I know,” you laughed at the irony, “it really happened.”
Straightening up with a stack of books that was roughly the same size because Alfred hadn’t managed to collect too many in the midst of his story, you turned around to start walking up the stairs. Two strong arms crept around your waist, however, pulling you against a muscled stomach. Squeezing the books against your chest, you blushed and turned to look at Alfred. His lips came down upon yours in a kiss.
“Hey,” his voice softened and deepened, “would you mind putting this stuff down and coming with me? I wanna show you something.”
Breath fanning against your heated ear, you twisted around. “E-eh?” You stared at him, unsure as you set the books on the nearest table, disengaging from the American. “Okay, where are we going?” Not replying with words, Alfred took your hand and tugged you towards the front door. Following him onto the porch, you found a sunset awaiting you and you smiled; his spontaneity was always so romantic. “Wow!” you breathed, walking towards the banister. “It’s beautiful!”
Alfred grinned. “Yeah, that’s not the only thing!”
Flattered, you beamed as Alfred wrapped his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder. Most people couldn’t touch you without pangs of discomfort electrifying your every nerve, but with Alfred, any and every contact was bliss. He knew how to make you feel safe and secure, adored and respected. Yes, he could be a daredevil idiot, but he was an American—it wasn’t his fault.
You laughed quietly to yourself and he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “What’re ya thinking ‘bout?”
“Something,” you teased. “Or maybe nothing.”
“Tell me,” he breathed, tightening his grip. “Please?”
“Maybe next time,” you giggled as he bit your ear playfully.
Catching onto your game quickly, Alfred pulled away, shrugging. “All right then!” He smiled mischievously. “Guess you don’t get your surprise!” Inquisitive as you were, you refused to lose this game to him and merely smiled. The American waited for an appropriate response, which in his arrogant opinion would be a portal to all your thoughts, but those weren’t really any of his business.
“You’ve spoiled me enough,” you conceded, “I guess you won’t get your surprise after all.”
“What?” Alfred was dumbfounded. “No! Tell me what you were thinking!”
“Hey!” You scowled as he begged with puppy eyes. “No!”
“They’re working!” Alfred chimed. “I’m winning!”
Huffing out a sigh, you exclaimed, “Oh, have it your way!” Alfred cheered his victory and glomped you, glancing up expectantly. You groaned in defeat. “I was thinking that one of your only flaws aside from your apparent nosiness is that you’re a daredevil idiot, but,” you grinned cleverly, “it’s not your fault you’re an American.”
His dramatic expression was priceless; another win for you. “I resent that!”
You giggled and poked his nose. “I’m kidding.”
Pulling away so he could fold his arms, Alfred cracked a grin. Sure, it was on the spot, but wasn’t that how his best plans came to fruition? Catching the scheming in his eyes, you prepared yourself as his dynamic nature kicked in. “All right then,” he jabbed his thumb into his chest, throwing out his chest, “what would you say to marrying this super-sexy daredevil American?”
Your jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!”
Alfred flashed you a smile. “Am I?”
Your breath hitched. “You aren’t?”
Reddening as Alfred landed on one knee and whipped out a box from his pocket—how he managed to get that by you was a mystery—he declared, “I love you and I swear to protect you always! You’re my girl and I wouldn’t have it any other way, so,” his smile was dazzling as the lid flipped open and white streamers popped out, revealing a delicate diamond ring, “marry me, babe?”
Heart overwhelmed with blissful beats, your hands flew to your face as you whispered, “Yes!”
Not even a second passed between your answer leaving your lips and his arms arriving to embrace you. Were you crying? You couldn’t quite remember, but your vision was fuzzy when he tilted your chin up and kissed you with more passion than you had ever felt. Returning his fervid adoration, you kissed him many, many times, unable to kiss him enough.
As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Alfred whispered, “I’m gonna be your hero forever!”
You smiled, lips locking again—“You’d better be.”
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“Why, hello there beautiful!”
Smug faced propped on his hand, Alfred greeted you with his trademark grin. You had been walking by the couch, not expecting him to be home when he sprung up from nowhere. Startled, you dropped the stack of books you had been carrying up to his library—well, your library now too, you presumed. Alfred laughed and launched to your side.
“I’ll save the day!” He exclaimed. “Make way for the hero!”
“Alfred!” You scolded gently, fighting a smile. “You can’t startle me like that!”
“Aww, I’m sorry darlin’!” He kissed your cheek. “Just couldn’t help myself; you’re gorgeous.”
Blushing, you playfully punched him in the shoulder and knelt to gather the books. Of course, he helped you, bending over and talking about his day. As each book slipped into your hands, you remembered how all of this had happened; after your third anniversary a few days earlier, Alfred had insisted that you come live with him. Though you had been unsure, he convinced you to come with those puppy eyes and, really, how could you refuse?
“Why’re you smiling?” Alfred grinned obliviously. “It really happened!”
“Oh, I know,” you laughed at the irony, “it really happened.”
Straightening up with a stack of books that was roughly the same size because Alfred hadn’t managed to collect too many in the midst of his story, you turned around to start walking up the stairs. Two strong arms crept around your waist, however, pulling you against a muscled stomach. Squeezing the books against your chest, you blushed and turned to look at Alfred. His lips came down upon yours in a kiss.
“Hey,” his voice softened and deepened, “would you mind putting this stuff down and coming with me? I wanna show you something.”
Breath fanning against your heated ear, you twisted around. “E-eh?” You stared at him, unsure as you set the books on the nearest table, disengaging from the American. “Okay, where are we going?” Not replying with words, Alfred took your hand and tugged you towards the front door. Following him onto the porch, you found a sunset awaiting you and you smiled; his spontaneity was always so romantic. “Wow!” you breathed, walking towards the banister. “It’s beautiful!”
Alfred grinned. “Yeah, that’s not the only thing!”
Flattered, you beamed as Alfred wrapped his arms around you again, resting his chin on your shoulder. Most people couldn’t touch you without pangs of discomfort electrifying your every nerve, but with Alfred, any and every contact was bliss. He knew how to make you feel safe and secure, adored and respected. Yes, he could be a daredevil idiot, but he was an American—it wasn’t his fault.
You laughed quietly to yourself and he nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “What’re ya thinking ‘bout?”
“Something,” you teased. “Or maybe nothing.”
“Tell me,” he breathed, tightening his grip. “Please?”
“Maybe next time,” you giggled as he bit your ear playfully.
Catching onto your game quickly, Alfred pulled away, shrugging. “All right then!” He smiled mischievously. “Guess you don’t get your surprise!” Inquisitive as you were, you refused to lose this game to him and merely smiled. The American waited for an appropriate response, which in his arrogant opinion would be a portal to all your thoughts, but those weren’t really any of his business.
“You’ve spoiled me enough,” you conceded, “I guess you won’t get your surprise after all.”
“What?” Alfred was dumbfounded. “No! Tell me what you were thinking!”
“Hey!” You scowled as he begged with puppy eyes. “No!”
“They’re working!” Alfred chimed. “I’m winning!”
Huffing out a sigh, you exclaimed, “Oh, have it your way!” Alfred cheered his victory and glomped you, glancing up expectantly. You groaned in defeat. “I was thinking that one of your only flaws aside from your apparent nosiness is that you’re a daredevil idiot, but,” you grinned cleverly, “it’s not your fault you’re an American.”
His dramatic expression was priceless; another win for you. “I resent that!”
You giggled and poked his nose. “I’m kidding.”
Pulling away so he could fold his arms, Alfred cracked a grin. Sure, it was on the spot, but wasn’t that how his best plans came to fruition? Catching the scheming in his eyes, you prepared yourself as his dynamic nature kicked in. “All right then,” he jabbed his thumb into his chest, throwing out his chest, “what would you say to marrying this super-sexy daredevil American?”
Your jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!”
Alfred flashed you a smile. “Am I?”
Your breath hitched. “You aren’t?”
Reddening as Alfred landed on one knee and whipped out a box from his pocket—how he managed to get that by you was a mystery—he declared, “I love you and I swear to protect you always! You’re my girl and I wouldn’t have it any other way, so,” his smile was dazzling as the lid flipped open and white streamers popped out, revealing a delicate diamond ring, “marry me, babe?”
Heart overwhelmed with blissful beats, your hands flew to your face as you whispered, “Yes!”
Not even a second passed between your answer leaving your lips and his arms arriving to embrace you. Were you crying? You couldn’t quite remember, but your vision was fuzzy when he tilted your chin up and kissed you with more passion than you had ever felt. Returning his fervid adoration, you kissed him many, many times, unable to kiss him enough.
As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, Alfred whispered, “I’m gonna be your hero forever!”
You smiled, lips locking again—“You’d better be.”