granpulse | all i want for christmas

[Not chuckling proved to be more difficult than she thought, and the corner of Fang's smile turns up more into a smirk. Where to begin, indeed. But she'd humor the girl. Fang nods at the box.]

You could start with the wrapping. Not much other choice, yeah?

[...Vanille was going to kill her when opening the massive present resulted in four other large giftboxes, each a different color.]

[she rolls her eyes a little at that, a cheeky sigh of indignation accompanying it.]

It was a rhetorical question.

[the glee temporarily comes back as she starts undoing the wrapping paper (delicately, of course; while Fang might be more prone to ripping it open, Vanille is a little more ), then starts to fade again once she realizes what Fang has done. w h y are there so many boxes... she thought this only happened in sitcoms!]

Oh my god, you didn't do this! You're so mean!

[She can't keep from laughing in face of the admonishment, though this time it was more at herself than Vanille's antics. Fang knew what she was getting into when the idea first struck her, but this was all so very worth it. ...She hoped, at least.]

I went to every length to make sure you weren't gonna go spoil this for yourself. [This... sure was a several month project. And very, very difficult to keep quiet. Fang settles her chin on her arms, since this'll probably take a couple minutes.]

It's not as bad as it looks; promise. There's a secret to it. What color was that stuffed [~~chocobo~~] bird you made me, all those years ago?

[It might sound like an unrelated question, but each of the large boxes were all different colors. Of course, there were more boxes within the large ones, this time with patterned wrapping paper.]

[even in the face of her frustration, Vanille can't help but feel a strong surge of fondness for Fang. the amount of effort she'd had to put forth to keep this a secret from Vanille must have been enormous, and how could she not love that?

when Fang gives her the tip, she pauses in the middle of her search, her expression a mix of equal parts shock and joy. that had been so long ago... she's touched by the mere mention of the old memory.]

I can't believe you actually remember Chocomii!

[... she hadn't been very creative with names when she was younger. with the nostalgic hint in mind, she returns to digging through the pile for boxes with any hint on yellow on them, tossing bows and lids aside in her now-energetic search.]

[Between Vanille's enthusiasm and the nostalgia of the small toy, a very affectionate smile makes its way onto Fang's face.]

How could I ever forget him, more like. I loved the little guy. [Fang really had; if she was a more materialistic person, she'd probably still have it. Instead, she'd given it as a parting gift to one of the younger kids she was fond of the day she let the orphanage.]

[She waits patiently as Vanille locates the correct box and opens it. There are, of course, smaller boxes in it, though they were no longer uniformly shaped; it was difficult to find so many boxes that fit together just right.]

And where were we when you first kissed me?

[Instead of solid colors, the wrapping paper of these four boxes had patterns on them, like a film reel or ocean waves, associated with some kind of location.]

[when will the madness end? Vanille's hands are actually starting to get a little sore from all the gift wrap ripping and lid lifting; Fang better have an amazing gift lined up to make up for all the paper cuts that her girlfriend is getting in the process.]

My god, Fang, how long did this take you?

[... the ever-widening smile on her face should tell Fang that she doesn't really mind it, though. gone are all the hints of annoyance with all the memories Fang's efforts have brought surging back. Vanille picks up the box with a mix of green grass interspersed with strips of aquamarine, turning it around fondly in her hands.]

I'm guessing this is supposed to represent Sunleth Fields. I'll never forget.

Edited (dang html pls) 2016-06-07 19:57 (UTC)

[How long? Fang actually lets her head bow a little at that, laughing softly under her breath.] Really rather not admit that. [It's been a hell of several-month process, and due to the secrecy involved, meant a lot of odd hours and skipped lunch breaks.]

[And the wrapping paper. So much paper. At least Fang came out of this ordeal an excellent giftwrapper.]

[She looks up, still smiling, as Vanille picks up the correct box. Fang stands from her chair while the other's busy cherishing the memory and settles behind her, wrapping her arms loosely around her girlfriend's waist and setting her chin on Vanille's shoulder.] Neither will I.

[The boxes are much more averagely sized now, and if the rattling is any indication, there's still more to go. Fang wouldn't have gone to all this trouble if she didn't think the gift was worth it, if because she knew Vanille would never let her live it down otherwise. Still, that didn't stop the little twinge of nervousness. Inside were yet more patterned boxes, if only three small ones this time to conserve space.]

And where was our first date? The first official one. [Considering that many of their acquaintances would argue that they were involved before either of them acknowledged it.]

[in response to the first comment, Vanille huffs; if only she'd known what that entailed, her girlfriend would be on the receiving end of a classic redheaded pout... but the hug is enough to placate her for now. damn Fang for knowing exactly how to get to Vanille. she pokes the other's cheek for emphasis, then plants a quick kiss at the same spot before returning to her task.

as she picks up the box dotted with tiny yellow birds and sheep adorning it, she can't help but laugh. she holds it to her ear and gives it a little shake... she must be getting closer! she'll most definitely be saving the paper on this one, and probably ask Fang where she got it so that she could use it to wrap every single present she'll give from here on out.]

Nautilus, of course. Who doesn't go there for a first date?

[Who doesn't, indeed. She had been worried the crowed and constant jostling and hellish lines would ruin the experience.] Damn place was so packed, I'm surprised it didn't sink.

[Fang lays a peck on Vanille's shoulder in response, before her grin returns as her girlfriend reveals four baseball-sized boxes, each wrapped in a dark jewel-toned color.]

Last one; promise. [Then she moves to let her mouth hover by Vanille's ear, murmuring:] What color was my dress, the night we first slept together?

[normally, Fang's romantic antics would be enough to distract Vanille, who would have abandoned what she was doing in order to surrender herself to the older woman. but not now; she's invested in this venture, especially so close to the end. besides, who's to say they won't do so anyway once she's opened the final box?]

I know how much you love your blues and purples, [she says, as she runs her fingers over the boxes of the corresponding colors, before picking up the one she knew to be right,] but that night, it was the deepest green, the same as your eyes.

[briefly raising one hand to caress Fang's cheek, she then starts to undo the wrapping and lifts the box. inside, she finds...]

You always remember everything. [Fang presses her lips briefly to Vanille's neck, glad she hadn't given in. They're both invested in this, and Fang certainly wasn't going to let it be interrupted after she was practically harassed into breaking out that giant box almost a week early.]

[Okay, she lied; there was one more box. A tiny velvet one.]

[She'd been holding Vanille loosely on the off-chance that the pounding of her heart would give her away. Fang releases her hold to pick up the small box, holding it up for Vanille.] And I hope asking you to marry me's gonna be just as memorable.

[The box isn't opening. Right. That's the hinge side. Fang turns it in her hands to face the right way, that small fumble and her rambling being her only outward signs of nerves, and she reveals a simple opal band.] Yeah, it's not traditional, but I know how you love to work with animals and plants. Didn't want it to ever snag on anything.

[Vanille happily squirms a little when Fang's lips touch her neck, and she's almost ready to see what her actual gift is going to be...

and then she sees it. and she doesn't think anything could have prepared her for it.]

Oh, my god.

[for a few seconds, Vanille's eyes are wide and full of shock, as if she's temporarily incapable of comprehending the final box's contents. she spends what feels like an eternity—but only about thirty seconds in reality—shifting back her gaze back and forth between the bracelet and her girlfriend's face, turning the most brilliant shade of red she's been since the two of them had made their relationship official.]

I—you—what?!

[if Fang is all about keeping her cool under pressure, Vanille is the complete opposite, letting her emotions take full rein. her hands fly up to her face, pressing against her cheeks in shock, as tears begin to well up in her eyes. unlike the usual ones brought about by her occasional bouts of anxiety, though, these are the result of joy and love. she then grasps both of Fang's wrists, being particularly careful about keeping the bracelet that represents their bond safe, before throwing her arms around the love of her life.]

Yes, yes, of course, you idiot—oh my god, I can't... I love you, you know that?

[That thirty seconds didn't feel like a small eternity to just Vanille; it's difficult to remain still, to be patient, to not prompt her for an answer before she says it. Vanille's always been a very reactive person. Even if that's nothing new, it certainly didn't calm Fang any.]

[(She's confident. Fang wouldn't have proposed if she wasn't entirely, 100% sure. But this was Vanille, who hid how she felt under masks of smiles and fibs, and let anxiety and doubt sow ideas in her mind. What if Fang wasn't as good at reading her as she thought? What if marriage was too much for her? What if it scared her away? Fang's confident, but that didn't shut out a little nagging worry.)]

[But eventually Vanille was doing her best to crush the breath out of Fang, and she breaths a relieved laugh and tightly returns the embrace, no longer caring if her girlfriend—her fiancée—felt her rapid pulse. The weak insult makes her laugh again.]

I might have some idea. [Fang starts rubbing Vanille's back where her free hand rested.] Now you get why I wanted you to wait 'til the 25th? Thought you'd like something corny like that.

[Then she kisses Vanille's temple, and murmurs into her hair.] I love you.

Edited (I figured out how to do the é thing! AND wasn't happy with it) 2016-06-20 02:02 (UTC)

[it's true that Vanille will always hide some facets of herself beneath her cheery veneer no matter what, but there's no way she'd lie about or back down from wanting to officially share her life with the woman she loves more than anything. and she thought she did a bulk of the worrying in their household.]

We can always pretend—or maybe it'll make a good story! [leaning back just a little, she gestures with a flourish, as if speaking to an invisible audience. she affects a deeper voice, obviously imitating Fang—and rather badly, at that.] "The day my wife conned me into proposing to her when I'd planned it for Christmas... the look on her face when I pulled out the bracelet was priceless!"

[silly shenanigans and dissolving giggles aside, the very idea of getting to call Fang her wife someday soon sends shivers up her spine. there are already ideas upon ideas flowing through her brain—which she's sure Fang will let her take the bulk of the responsibilities of, knowing how both she and her fiancée respectively deal with things like that—but even she can slow down her excitement to appreciate the one who made that all possible.

there's about a split second between her wiping the tears from her eyes and her placing her hands on Fang's face to bring the other in for a deep kiss. it's one she feels her fiancée deserves for putting this together, for putting up with her antics, for putting a goddamn ring—or bracelet, as it were—on her.]

[Fang makes an amused huff at Vanille's imitation. The "my wife" bit likewise sends a little shock of excitement dancing up her spine, and Fang sits up straighter ever-so-slightly.]

"Conned?" Don't give yourself too much credit. [Teasing aside, the sparkling joy in her partner's face fills her chest with a warm feeling. She seems to have been waiting for Vanille to pull her in, and leans in easily with the motion—and intends to take the time to enjoy it. She'll tug Vanille closer before her free hand starts lightly running up and down along the curve of her back.]

[Vanille merely grins at Fang's quip, prompting a quick trailing of her tongue against the other's lips. she shivers a little as she feels Fang's hand on her back, breaking the kiss to lay her head on Fang's shoulder. she lightly takes her partner's earlobe between her teeth before letting go and whispering,]

Shall we move to the bedroom, wife-to-be?

[because, let's face it, the middle of the living room isn't exactly the ideal place to be romantic.]

[It really wasn't, especially with the curtains not drawn.]

[And, you know, damp confetti littering the floor.]

[Fang's eyes drift closed and she breathes a quiet sigh at the feel of Vanille's teeth on her ear. It takes her a moment to respond, smirking down at her partner through the corner of her eye.]

I was thinking the shower. [She reaches up to pick one of those forgotten, ire-inspiring little paper squares from Vanille's hair to make her point, then dips her head down to the red-head's shoulder.] Wouldn't want to get those in the sheets, yeah? [Fang mutters before grazing her teeth across her partner's skin.]

[Vanille blinks blankly at reminder of the prank that had slipped her mind, then erupts into a fit of giggles. good lord, way to temporarily take her out of the moment, Fang.]

You know, I was willing to forget about that. [still shivering—though at this point it's unclear whether it's due to the laughter or the passion—she places a simultaneously fond and admonishing hand atop Fang's head as the other's teeth make contact with her skin.] Doesn't mean an engagement bracelet is going to mean I'm forgiving you for it!

[Oh, she didn't mind. Fang's sure they'll be back in the moment soon enough, and have more than enough of those to spare. But this? There's only going to be—she hoped—one proposal.]

[She grins against Vanille's shoulder, not daring to dislodge that hand yet. Still, she does lift her head a little in excitement, glad the conversation looped around to her next point.]

An engagement bracelet that maybe you'd like to wear? [It was still sitting in a box in her hand, after all.]

[Vanille blinks a couple of times, realizing that the bracelet is indeed still sitting untouched. she considers her answer, for as much as she would love for it to adorn her wrist... there's something they should be taking care of first.]

Maybe after the shower. Like you said, don't want it getting caught on anything.

[she winks devilishly as she quickly whips around and takes Fang's free hand in her own, starting to pull her in the direction of the bathroom.]

Come on, then, time's a-wasting!

[Fang's on her feet just as quickly as Vanille, grinning as she's tugged along. She snaps the case shut along the way.]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[She follows her wife-to-be up the stairs, depositing the jewelry case on the dresser as they pass by. Fang doesn't quite wait until they reach the bathroom; taking a few swift steps forward, she catches an arm around Vanille's waist, spinning the younger woman around to face her, before pressing her fiancée against the bathroom doorframe. Fang smiles down at her for a moment—a short, still-elated moment—then kisses Vanille, eagerly, nipping at her bottom lip.]

[Fang wastes no time, Vanille sees, and isn't that just how she likes it? Vanille wraps her arms around her fiancée's neck, slipping her tongue into Fang's mouth as the other's teeth close around her lip. leaning back against the frame for support, she wraps one of her legs around Fang, drawing her love in ever closer. her slender fingers run down Fang's sides before swiftly lifting up the other's top, lightly caressing the skin underneath.

such spontaneous moments of love aren't new in their household at all, but there's something about the new status of their relationship that slightly changes the way they go about it. there was never a doubt that they would be a lasting couple—not with their friends asking almost every other week when the wedding would be after Vanille caught the bouquet at Serah and Snow's—but making it official like this... well, let's just say Vanille is already more than a little turned on by the very idea of their first time making love as an engaged couple.

[And Vanille certainly wastes no time getting into it. Fang tilts her head to deepen their kiss and respond in kind. She shifts at the caress towards her partner's delicate touches invitingly; all the while, her hand trails slowly down from Vanille's waist, across the hip and thigh of her hooked leg until it settles under her knee, both to support her lover's balance and hold her closer, then slides one of her legs between Vanille's.]

[There was no denying the certain charge to this particular act that usually wasn't there. Not to say they weren't passionate, but their long-lived familiarity tended to lend itself to more tender things, more casual, unless one of them went particularly heavy on the romantic elements. Their engagement changed their dynamic, even if just a little, and marked a new stage for both of them. It felt new, in a way, something a long-built relationship like theirs didn't see often.]

Edited (I really should have finished my coffee before attempting rp) 2016-06-28 17:48 (UTC)

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