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Evol (or, a backwards love story)

Pairing: Spike x reader

Request: Hey I love your spike x reader fics I was wondering if you could do one were like they both have a crush on eachother and he invites her over to his crypt but it's super fluffy and he makes it all romantic with candles and shit

Reader isn't a big fan of pink but doesn't like hate it or anything (just a heads up in case you love pink (like me) and it takes you out of the story).

Requested by: anon

A/N: Be kind please this is the first fic I've done in ages! Hope this is okay, love 💖

You had been in deep thought, your mind travelling ahead of you as your limbs tried to follow. But your wandering mind had led you down an unknown path. You had taken a strange turn somewhere and found yourself in unchartered territory.

You were at a crossroads, in almost pitch darkness. The streetlights had disappeared a couple of streets ago and you weren’t entirely sure where you were. You were fumbling through the dark now, trying to find something to hold onto, to anchor you.

You found yourself connecting with something, a figure in the shadows. You groaned, the last thing you needed tonight was to get eaten, your top was brand new. You recoiled slightly but a pair of steady hands righted you. He, of course, could see in the dark.

“What’re you doing round these parts, pet?” His voice came from the darkness, retracting his hands, a flame from his lighter ignited so that you could see.

“Got kinda turned around… I’m lost”

“Can’t have that, can we, love? If you’re not careful somethin’ nasty might eat you up” His eyes glinted with amusement, his lips curled slightly in that irresistible way he did. Even when he was being ‘evil’ he was attractive to you. You were doomed to fall for him.

“What did we talk about Spike?”

“Too much?”

“Only a little” you smiled despite yourself, now unable to look up from your feet. You were afraid that you would reveal too much, he could read you like a book. He always had, ever since you met a year ago.

It was tongues and teeth. Blood and sweat. You were backed against the wall, the vibrations from the music pulsing through you. You grasped the black t-shirt that clung to him so perfectly, the vampire you had only heard about.

You knew he and Buffy had faced each other on numerous occasions, you just happened to miss him each time. You had met them in college and had only known of the stories about William the Bloody at this point. But you always liked to judge people for yourself, anyway. And, well, you hadn’t realised how beautiful he was, you had been taken by him as soon as he stomped up to the bar and sulkily ordered a beer.

You heard voices through the crowd, through the headiness of that moment. Voices you recognised. You pulled away, your face a picture; as if you had seen a ghost. You weren’t supposed to be here,

“Go home” He had hissed, covering you as you slid away. Taking Buffy’s attention.

You should have known then he had a soft spot. Or, well, the potential for one. Usually he would have relished the awkwardness of Buffy walking in to find you kissing a vampire. Drinking with demons and beating them at kitten poker. But if he had the chance to do that again he wasn’t going to ruin it by getting the ultimate mood slayer involved, now was he.

But you hadn’t ever had any real time alone since. Sure, sometimes it felt like you were both the only people in the room but there was barely a chance to even allude to what you had done let alone reignite the moment again. Though he of course tried at every moment he got.

“Got have plans, love? My crypt’s only down the way” he spoke softly, almost tentatively if you didn’t know better.

“I’m late. I’m supposed to meet some… friends” You hesitated and you knew he caught it before you looked back into his eyes. Eyes you were slowly being lost in.

“Not those bloody losers again. You’re better than them”

“Those losers are actually my friends”

“Friends that you hide yourself from” He shrugged, not entirely able to drop it. He couldn’t hide his distaste for Buffy and the others.

Despite it all he gestured with his head, offering to take you to your friends. Even though you knew Sunnydale quite well after moving into your dorm a year ago and running around the town many times after (or often away from) demons, you still got lost a lot. It was a kind of running joke amongst the other scoobies.

He lit a cigarette as you rounded the corner, only pausing to offer you one which you declined with a soft smile. A smile that made him want to drop to his knees and declare his undying love for you. It pained him, how soft he was for you.

He shoved the other hand in the pocket of his duster, jaw tensing as he saw your friends speaking rapidly, apparently concerned about something. Willow noticed you first.

“We thought you’d been all ookified, we were worried!” She flung herself around you with a big smile of relief.

“You got lost, huh?” Buffy said with a smile, which quickly dropped when she noticed the company you were in.

“Yeah, Spike helped me get my bearings. Thanks, again” You grinned, despite Xander and Buffy’s distaste. Anya patted your head a little patronisingly at your habit of getting yourself lost.

“Anytime, pet”

“Yeah, right, evil dead is only good for being evil… and dead”

“Not that I’m not enjoying the boy’s wit, but I’ll be off now” He addressed only you, hoping to keep the barbs at his expense from the group to a minimum. Someone muttered something distasteful about Spike, which was of course in his earshot, but he didn’t turn back around.

“He’s, like, the lowest of the low.” someone agreed, shaking her head at the figure walking away.

You weren’t sure why that moment was the moment. Why you spoke something that had been so safely unspoken.

“Spike! Spike, wait-”

“Y/n, what’re you doing?!” your friends called after you, still in earshot as Spike ditched his cigarette and swung around to face you.

“Love, you go and do the friendship thing with the meddlin’ kids, okay? I’d rather stake myself than spend an evening with them”

“I know, I was wondering if the offer’s still on that is, well, I’m free tomorrow night”

He put both hands in his duster, rocking on the balls of his feet and looking down. It was as if he thought you were being cruel to him. Taking him up on his offer just to hurt him by rejecting him in the next breath with all your friends watching. He had to know you better than that, surely.

You reached for his arm, willing him to feel what you felt. Know what you knew. That you and him were meant for each other, that this chance that you were trying to take meant a lot. For someone you had kissed so passionately before it was strange how nervous you were suddenly at even grazing his skin.

“After sunset, tomorrow at your crypt?” You asked softly, though the vulnerability in your voice bled through. He saw it, he saw that your intentions were pure. There were some gasps and some vague unimpressed whispering from your friends behind you but you couldn’t bring yourself to take notice.

Instead you waited with bated breath for his answer. You knew he had offered earlier but there was always the chance he was doing it to tease you. That he had no interest in you. That he was playing with you, looking for something quick and easy. You could do that, of course you could, if it meant being close with him. But it may just break your heart beyond recognition.

This purgatory, which only lasted a second, felt like it lasted hours. Your grip on him tightened, as if you were afraid he would slip away from you.

He nodded, to anyone else it probably looked as if he wasn’t bothered. What he didn’t know was that you could read him in the way he did for you. You saw the slight upturn of his mouth before it disappeared, you noticed the way his eyes searched you with wonder for a fraction of a moment. You knew then, for sure, he felt for you as deeply as you had started to fall for him. Everything you had learned about him you held close, collecting it as the most valuable treasures.

You arrived the next night a minute after the sun set and promptly knocked on the door of Spike’s crypt. You could hear some scuffling about from behind the door and a lot of a British accent muttering ‘bloody bollocks’ every so often which made you smile softly.

You waited patiently until he swung the door open, allowing you to walk in. You gasped, he had transformed the main level of his crypt for the evening. There were candles everywhere, on every single available surface and surrounding the sofa where there was a couple of blankets piled up and a stack of VHS tapes.

There were wilted roses that had shed their petals all over the floor beside the TV set and you tried to ignore the high probability that these came from a few of the graves surrounding the crypt. Stuck haphazardly to the walls were pink and red hearts made from crepe paper and various strips hanging about.

I mean, it was a huge fire risk but you tried to ignore this fact as you appreciated his scattered decorations. You assumed that Spike was ensuring you were aware that he thought of this as a date.

“How was your night with America’s most haunted?” Spike asked, you could tell he was genuinely interested if you had a nice evening after he left you at the Bronze.

You told him everything in complete detail, you were a keen storyteller and he adored this about you. You spoke in such detail that he could picture himself there beside you as the night played out.

“Drink, pet?”

“Please”

You looked around as he started rummaging around with bottles and glasses. You read the words on some of the hearts, your brow furrowing slightly.

“EVOL? I think it’s spelt-”

“No, love, it was meant to be- they’re from the craft store. They, well, I didn’t want it to scare you off now did I?” He turned the heart around, the word was actually ‘love’. He hadn’t wanted you to think he was coming on too strong so he had hidden the word. Though the rose petals and the various pink and red crafts might well have done that if you hadn’t realised how deeply you felt for him.

You laughed, you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been sure if he was making sure that all this romantic stuff didn’t take away from him being bad. Telling you he was ‘evil’.

He passed you a glass, different from usual where he would just drink straight from the bottle. You were surprised to note that it was your favourite drink. It was incredibly endearing that he had learned this about you, or perhaps it was his favourite and you just had that in common.

The glow of the candlelight accentuated his features, casting shadows from his cheekbones. You felt yourself leaning into him as he spoke animatedly, it was entirely involuntary. When you thought about it, you had done everything in reverse. You were tentatively courting after sharing a much more passionate moment the night you properly met. You much preferred it this way though, in some ways it cemented now just how much Spike had grown to care for you through the stolen moments you had together through the year.

Quick glances and lingering touches. The way he had thrown himself in front of a demon to ensure you would be safe. The way he always offered to walk you home, even if he was shot down every time by the slayer. He always made jokes in the hope that you would laugh.

The evening was lovely, you shared drinks and watched films together, while Spike made biting commentary on each scene. You were wrapped in a blanket while he stayed room temperature. He sat a little more rigidly than usual, seemingly unable to relax. He wanted the night to be perfect. He was concerned he might say something wrong, something a little too murderous and off-putting.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to the film. He had done everything to try and prove he was a man worthy of your love. You could sense he was holding back but you loved him for who he was, the flaws wrapped into the thread of his personality were just as important to you.

“I really like you, Spike. You don’t need to impress me, you know that right? I’m already yours, if you’d let me be” You spoke barely above a whisper. He turned to you, searching your face before a smile grew slowly on his lips. It was a smile you had only ever seen him give to you.

“You’re tellin’ me I can take all this sodding pink bollocks off my walls now then?”

“I mean, it’s a real improvement from the cobwebs but it’s not really my colour,” You grinned, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away.

You leaned against him as the night progressed, leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He shifted as you moved down the sofa so that you could comfortably rest against him. He inhaled, savouring your scent. It felt like home. He closed his eyes, focusing on your heartbeat thrum steadily. You were truly here, by his side.

Your body was made to fit beside his, you knew this as if it was fact. You couldn’t imagine a future where you wouldn’t hold each other. Or share moments such as this. The warmth from the candles and the care and attention that Spike continued to show you told you that his feelings at their core were clearly no act, his execution had been slightly exaggerated only because he hadn’t really dated in the usual way for a good few decades.

He slid his arm along the headrest behind you and you settled into watch the next movie. After a moment you realised his eyes were still trained on you, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. When you looked at him, giving him a quizzical look, he just gestured back at the screen with his head a soft smile on his face.

If this was the first proper date, you were looking forward to the rest. In fact, as his arm snaked around you and pulled you close, you were not sure you would ever be ready to leave.

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Request: choose your own ending request here. could you please do an angel or lindsey x reader story where the reader is initially dating Lindsey despite being against wolfram + hart and that being a point of conflict between them because she sees the good in him, but Angel doesn't so he encourages her to break it off (partly because he has feelings for her) causing some drama between all 3 of them?

Requested by: Anon

A/N: This is a choose your own ending!! Little warning if you like them both, be prepared for reader to argue/fall out with the other depending on the ending you choose! Sorry this took so long babe 💖

You had never loved any job you had done until you came here. At Angel Investigations you truly felt as if your life had purpose. You were making a difference and you loved it. I mean sure, you only really answered the phones and filed the paperwork and, well, teaching a 100+ year old vampire to navigate the internet was a full-time job.

But you were good at it, being human meant you weren’t the most valuable in a fight but you always threw yourself into them despite yourself to save others. If anyone asked the team, though, they would say that you were the one that kept them going. You truly believed in the goal, you wanted to help everyone you passed and this helped encourage the others when things got even tougher than normal. You reminded them why they all took this job.

What they didn’t know about you, was that you were dating someone. You weren’t embarrassed, not by any stretch. But you knew the reaction you might get if you told them. Mostly because, well, he worked for the evil law firm you were usually fighting against. Lindsey was so good to you, loved you so deeply that it was almost too easy to forget that he worked for the very law firm that had basically invented evil.

You and the team had been planning a way to infiltrate Wolfram and Hart for a month and a half. All through this time, you couldn’t breathe a word of it to Lindsey. It had been hard, you hated keeping things from him. He held you close at night and all you wanted to do was spill everything that went through your mind. He always pulled you closer in his sleep, he was protective of you even then. He wrapped his arms tight around you, making sure that you were as close as physically possible and cradled against him. Usually you could tell him anything, but with this, you just couldn’t. Not just because he would stop you but because if he even suspected anything the senior partners would take more than his hand.

You had left early that morning, before he woke up on his one day off in a very long time. It broke your heart prying yourself from his arms and leaving him alone in bed. You wanted to bundle up the blankets around you both and spend the day in bed, pressing your lips against him and showing him that there could truly be heaven on this earth when you were together.

But it being his day off was why you suggested to the others you did it on this date. Because he wouldn’t be there and blow your cover. Lindsey knew that you worked for Angel, he didn’t particularly like it but he liked you and so he had put up with it. You reminded him that you always came home to him and for the moment, that was enough for him.

He was so sweet with you, when he came home to you it was evident the way that his entire body relaxed. He was always on edge, until he stepped foot through the front door. You were the only thing that got him through the gruelling working day at Wolfram and Hart and despite his job, you knew he was a good person. He was your person.

You arrived at the office last, your outfit had been pressed and left draped over your desk. Cordelia had ‘borrowed’ some costumes from her last theatre audition for you both to wear. You and her were going undercover to steal a prophecy that had been taken and left in Lindsey’s boss’ desk while Angel, Gunn and Wesley created a distraction and took out the security system.

“Hey, Y/n, you don’t have to do this. It’s more important that you’re safe” Angel lowered his voice so that only you could hear.

“I can do this, Angel. They’ve never seen me before so it makes more sense. Plus, I look really cool in this costume”

“But-“

“Oh, you don’t like my costume?”

“No! No, it really suits you, you, uh, look good. I just wanna make sure you’re sure”

“Sure am!” You teased, noting the ghost of a smile on his face. You were incredibly fond of Angel, you always had been.

After a lot of hassle and two instances where you were scarily close to being eviscerated, you managed to retrieve what you had been looking for. It was a small orb the size of a marble, but it had been incredibly difficult for you and Cordy to extract.

Thankfully, all that was over now and all you needed to do was leave through the front door. Unfortunately, though, your boyfriend and an entire team of lawyers and a security detail rounded the corner and almost collided with you and Cordy.

The marble was safely in your pocket but it was as if the security guard had a heightened sense of smell and he immediately stormed towards you. Angel and the others see on the cameras there’s trouble and run to back you and Cordelia up.

Luckily, Lindsey stepped in before they got there, though he wasn’t his usual relaxed self.

“Y/n? What the Hell-”

“I can explain…”

“Y/n, step back, this is our fight” Angel warned, stepping between you and your boyfriend. You knew this was going to have to be the moment you came clean. You knew it even before Lindsey decided for you both.

“That’s my partner you’re ordering around there”

“Partner?” Angel scoffed.

“Yeah, you know, lover, date… spouse”

“You expect me to believe that they would even look at-”

“Angel, it’s true” You said it in the smallest voice imaginable. You weren’t embarrassed per se, but the thought of disappointing Angel really hurt you.

“What, you think I’m gonna have some big moral crisis, see the light, ‘cause my partner works for you? Not happening” Lindsey seemed to be enjoying the reaction as he moved to take your wrist, guiding you to his side.

There was a collective gasp from your team and a horrible sneer from Lilah and some of the other lawyers in the firm when they saw the way he held you with such familiarity.

Angel:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“No, well yeah obviously… if something like this happened”

“You’re embarrassed?”

“Well, kinda in bed with the enemy” You said jokingly, but this flared a sudden rage in Lindsey. A rage that once unleashed could not be tethered again.

“That’s how you see me?! When you left our bed this morning I thought you might be going out to get coffee for us or something that, I don’t know, couples might do.” He shook with anger, spray of spit coming from his mouth.

This had been a long time coming. He hadn’t realised how much it affected him, the way you gushed about your day. About how much you enjoyed working and would gladly work overtime for free mostly, just to be with your friends and do the right thing. Just to be with… him.

“Lindsey I’m-” You tried to diffuse the situation, the last thing you needed was to choose a side. It was long since due but you didn’t think that you were ready. Until he said what he was about to say, that is.

“You’re pathetic, you’re nothing, you know that? Worse than all of them together. Especially him. Ever since you got that job you’ve been ‘Angel was saying this’ and ‘Angel likes his blood like that’. I let it go, ‘cause, I thought I might get something useful out of it. Hell, not even the promotion was worth sitting through the waste of time I spent with you”

“You slept with me to get a promotion? Isn’t that kind of backwards, shouldn’t you be sleeping with maybe someone in the company you actually work for?” You aimed for humour but it fell flat. Tears burned the back of your eyes, your throat went dry as you stared, open mouthed at his triumphant look. As if he had won something.

The truth was, Lindsey loved you. He had even been considering proposing. But he knew, in some way he had always known, your heart belonged to another. You didn’t love him in the way that he loved you. And it hurt. So he wanted you to hurt too… in more ways that one.

“Lilah? Open the portal”

“Gladly” She had grimaced through the embarrassing display of feelings you and the others had been showing. Anything to put a stop to it. Including sending you all to some unknown dimension that was sure to bring pain and suffering.

You were zapped into a strange land, one that quickly turned dangerous. It was just you and Angel. You had been send to a Hell Dimension. There was a group of Fossil-Vamps, as you would later name them. They were the distant ancestors of the vampires that you were used to. They didn’t have much time for thought, they were incredibly strong and worst of all, they were day-walkers.

They sensed you easily. You were fresh blood. They owned the land and humans were a scarce resource. One of them managed to corner you and bite you whilst Angel was preoccupied trying to fight off three others at once. It ripped into the soft skin of your neck, making you cry out and shove the vampire before you, beating its chest in an embarrassing effort to get it off you.

Angel pulled it off you, immediately taking you by the hand and deciding the best action would have to be to retreat. To get you to safety. Blood was leaking from your neck and he wasn’t going to lose you.

You found an abandoned farmhouse where he urgently ransacked the pace, managing to find medical supplies and something for you to eat. To get your strength up. He sat you down, his thumb rubbing your cheek bone for a moment before he moved to the supplies. He began to patch you up tenderly, his eyes only glancing up every so often at your lips as you spoke.

“I feel so stupid. Of course he was using me, I can’t believe I fell for it”

“You made a mistake, we’ve all been there” Angel assured you, his fingertips barely grazing the skin of your arm. He was so gentle, he always was with you. You had seen his ferocity, the damage that he could do. But with you he was only ever tender.

You slid your hand over his, rubbing your thumb softly over the back of his hand. You never thought you would be this close to him, you assumed he was too good for you. You had settled, in a way, for Lindsey. Only pulled into his lies because you didn’t feel good enough. For the job you did or for the vampire that always had a kind word for you.

“Y/n, I know it’s probably not something you want to hear right now but I can’t hide any longer, you could have…” he tailed off, that distant frown as he slid into his thoughts again for a moment, before he sighed and steeled himself, “You’re a good person. A strong person… a person that I love more than anyone that I have ever met”

“Slayers included?” You joked, his confession was making you nervous. He wouldn’t lie to you, would he? He wouldn’t try to hurt you like Lindsey did, would he?

“I get that trust’s hard for you right now but I’m here. I won’t go anywhere, I’ll wait as long as it takes to prove that I mean everything I’m saying” He said it softly, his fingers lacing with yours as he spoke. He didn’t look you in the eye, his words were too raw for that but you could see the way that they glistened as he spoke.

He had clearly been waiting a long time to tell you that. To show you just how deeply he felt for you. You pressed a kiss against his hand, before you pressed another to his palm. You looked up at him from where you had bent to kiss him, recognising the look in his eyes. It mirrored yours.

Your lips collided and everything suddenly seemed to make sense. There were no mysteries in the world that couldn’t be solved by this union. You grasped at his now tattered clothes, forgetting your injury for the intensity of this kiss. Everything made sense. You had wanted him since the moment you had met him, the reason you had always been so distracted around Lindsey it was because you were thinking about work. About the team. About him.

Suddenly you were losing contact with his lips, an embarrassing whine left your lips, that he very kindly pretended he didn’t hear. You never wanted to part from him. But he was now holding you in place, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked as if he could see straight into your soul.

“You don’t owe me anything, you know that, hm?”

“I know, but I would give you everything if I could” You admitted, knowing as you said it that you had been aching to say it since the moment you met him. Perhaps you and Lindsey had both just been convenient for each other.

You pulled him into another kiss, his hand snaked to the base of your skull pulling you even closer. In this moment you forgot it all. Lost in his touch, his kiss. The feelings that had been building,

You didn’t know how to get out of this hell dimension. You didn’t know if you would live to see another day. But what you did know, was that the only side you would ever be on was his.

Lindsey:

“Were you going to tell us?”

“Not… specifically”

“You know what, y/n? You’re worse than all of them here. You pretend you’re fighting for good but let your little boyfriend do any evil deed he wants. Why, ‘cause he fucks you too well?”

“Angel-”

“You’re evil” He stated as if he wanted to rip off your head.

“What? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? I see the way you look at me, you know. Don’t get all high and mighty Mr I-killed-and-maimed-for-centuries. You’ll never wash the blood off your hands”

“Come on, he’s like 10 different kinds of evil!” He gestured wildly towards your boyfriend.

“Eleven, actually” Lindsey grinned, snaking an arm around your shoulder. You smiled despite the situation.

He realised that you needed him, using this gesture to show you that even though he wasn’t pleased you had kept this from him he loved you too much not to be right there with you. He pressed a kiss against your temple, one that assured you that no matter the threat, from either side, you were protected. Completely.

After the room dropped in temperature and subsequently descended into a staring competition, Lindsey took it as his cue to take you away from the others. He could sense that you were upset and all he wanted to do was comfort you. He didn’t even care enough about his ‘rival’ to gloat about dating a member of his team. It wasn’t about that for Lindsey. All he wanted was you.

“Where are you going?” Angel called, the disgust in his voice evident.

“Well, you and yours are gonna be sent to some Hell dimension while we draw up a contract for Y/n. Somehow I don’t think they’ll be back to Angel Investigations”

He hinted that you already had a role in the firm, if you wanted it of course. He would love you in any occupation. In any time or dimension. It was always your choice.

“Lindsey… you can’t…” you gripped his hand tight, concerned that even if your friends had all abandoned you, that they shouldn’t be hurt for it.

Lindsey whispered low in your ear, so low that Angel managed to miss it. He explained that the Partners actually had a proposition for Angel and the team. One that meant they might manage to co-exist in this dimension.

“Bye Angel…” You said softly, once you knew they would all at least be safe. You trusted Lindsey wholly. You knew he would tell it to you straight.

He slid a hand around your shoulder, ushering you gently towards the boardroom where you collapsed into his arms as soon as the door closed behind you. The way your friends, the people you spent most of your days with had all suddenly been so cold. Stared through you as if you weren’t even human…

It hurt.

But the love that enveloped you, the scent of your Lindsey. The soft reassurance of his presence alone told you that you could carry on. His lips grazed your forehead as he pressed several tiny kisses each committing a promise to your skin.

That he was yours. Through the good and the bad. The evil and the mild breaking and entering. Nothing could ever change his feelings for you.

As you leant against his chest, you felt something. It was hard and uncomfortable to rest against in his breast pocket. You reached in to shift it so that you could nestle into him further when he quickly grabbed your wrist to try and prevent you from reaching in. This wasn’t usual, he usually liked that you were so familiar.

Everything flashed before his eyes, every moment of your lives together so far. The soft Sunday mornings you spent in bed, entwined together and basking in your love. The days where you would surprise him and be waiting for him at home with his favourite meal ordered in. The late evening where it was only you and him, where you shared your deepest thoughts. The date nights, where you always ended up in his arms.

“I was gonna wait” He looked down sheepishly.

“Wait for what?”

“I’ve been saving it for the right time. Bought it months back…”

“Any time we’re together is right…” You insisted, hand grazing his as he reached into his pocket.

“Marry me” he breathed, his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against yours. Anticipation killing him, the only thing keeping him going was the continued contact of your skin.

Your eyes watered, even now. Even after all the trouble you had caused him at his job. He wanted you, he felt for you the same you did for him. You wanted to scream, shout it from the top floor of his office block. But you had already embarrassed him enough at work today. Plus, this was an intimate moment. You decided to keep this moment just between you and him.

Soon, he got his answer, you swiftly pressed your lips to his, an unspoken answer to his proposal. Your fingers gripping him tight as if you were afraid he may disappear. You never wanted to part from him. It could have been anywhere and your answer would have been the same. It was perfect because it was him. It was the two of you together.

He slid the band onto your finger, eyes shining with feeling. You reached for him again and peppered him with kisses. Anywhere you could reach on his skin you pressed your lips against him. You were so happy all you wanted was to be in his arms forever.

You couldn’t get over just how lucky you felt. Other boyfriends, sorry – fiancées, may have been angry. But not him. Never with you. He had fallen willing and deep, his emotions wrapped in yours. After it all, he loved you. He loved you the same today as he did when you were on ‘opposing sides’.

No matter how your friends felt about you now. No matter the repercussions. You knew now that the only side you would ever be on was his.

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