granpulse | all i want for christmas

[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)

[Vanille has always been a very physical, very emotional person, and now is no different. she makes it no secret that she's welcoming of Fang's touch, alternating between lightly sighing and quietly moaning. it's a wonder they've—or just Vanille, really—never been reported for noise complaints before.

teasing the skin between Fang's breasts with her fingernails, she slightly lifts onto her tiptoes to be able to reach Fang's ear; she nibbles at her fiancée's earlobe a couple of times before whispering,]

About that shower...

[Well, Fang certainly wasn't going to urge her to be quiet. Sometimes, Vanille's voice was almost as good as her touches. Fang couldn't explain why; she'd never been into that sort of thing before, but when it was Vanille's voice... when her fiancée softly moans beside her ear between nibbles, Fang shivers and her eyes flutter closed.]

[She stays like that for a moment after, too, making a quiet, disgruntled noise. It was a little infuriating, sometimes, that Vanille knew exactly which buttons to push. Fang almost wanted to say screw the shower, lift her arms up and let that hand creeping up her chest strip off her shirt. Who cared if it was her idea in the first place. But Vanille said shower, so...]

[Her knees dip a little as Fang bends down to grab at Vanille's supporting leg, hiking her up so her fiancée's legs sit around her waist, carrying her the few remaining yards to their destination, kissing at Vanille's throat along the way.]

[Sure, they could have simply hurried over there individually, shed their clothes and resumed, but Fang couldn't stand to let go of her partner for that long right now.]

[Vanille lets out a surprised yelp as she's lifted off the ground, but wastes no time in adjusting to her new position; it's probably not a new one for them, anyway. her legs find their place around Fang's body as effortlessly as her fianceé carries her, as she lifts her arms and begins removing her own top from up on her perch.

she's interrupted, though, when Fang begins pressing her lips along the nape of her neck, causing her to melt into putty. Fang's always been particularly skilled at figuring out Vanille's sensitive (and sensual) spots, and Vanille wouldn't have it any other way. she tightens her grasp on Fang's shoulders and buries her face alongside the other woman's neck, leaving her own light bite marks there.]

God, Fang...

[She grins into Vanille's neck, pleased with the response. She nips back once, before murmuring in her lover's ear:] Hey, now; no slacking.

[Fang's half-teasing; she's always happy to make Vanille melt like that. She seats her lover on the edge of the sink, staying close and sliding her hands back along thighs and hips to the small of Vanille's back. Her fingertips ghost upward along the curve of her partner's spine til she meets Vanille's shirt, looking to tug that offending garment off with a little cooperation.]

[And a laugh comes on a breath. That one, happily buzzing thought's still on her mind; how couldn't it be?] You're going to be my wife, [She mutters to herself more than anything. Fang's voice is tinged with wonder, like she's still coming to terms with it not being a dream anyone.]

[when Fang's hand snakes its way up Vanille's back, she allows herself enough control to follow her partner's lead. hard as it is in the midst of this moment, she lets go of Fang and lifts her arms up, allowing her top to be removed; she carelessly tosses it to the floor while she very quickly undoes her bra. while she would usually let Fang tease her—because isn't that what their relationship has always been built on—she wastes no time now in letting her lingerie join her discarded shirt, baring herself in front of her wife-to-be with the most loving smile.]

And you'll be mine.

[the same amount of adoration is present in Vanille's voice, as she digs her fingers back into Fang's skin to emphasize the last word, pressing her breasts against Fang's own chest. she's never been the jealous type—because she's always known Fang has only really ever had eyes for her—but there's still something about the knowledge that their bond will be officially realized that's so exciting, so new to her. that sense of belonging—her to Fang, and Fang to her—means the world to her now, as she playfully tugs at Fang's top in return. she's not just going to rip it off, but she sure is making it seem that way with how earnest she's being.]

[Teasing of various sorts were normally part of their ritual, this particular night was (understandably) much more direct than usual. She doesn't have much time to appreciate Vanille's bared form before Fang's drawn closer, but she doesn't resist. She returns that smile, tilting her head forward to let their foreheads and noses gently bump together.]

And I'll be yours—[She repeats, voice dropping back to a murmur,]—forever. [And she meant it. Fang complies and lifts her arms in turn, letting Vanille strip her of her shirt. She presses a quick kiss to her partner's lips as she casts aside her own bra, and her hands return to Vanille's ribs, ghosting over the sides of her breasts.]

[Fang's top is quickly thrown to the floor with Vanille's clothes, and Vanille takes advantage of getting to touch her fianceé's skin directly, without any pesky fabric to dull the sensations. after running her fingers along Fang's bare shoulders, she quickly slides her hands down her lover's arms then grips the other girl's wrists. her head then dips down to plant passionate kisses along Fang's collarbone.

god, she's going to be spending the rest of her life with this wonderful woman, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

in between licks, she eases up just enough to breathily ask,]

Does everybody else know, or was this all your doing on your own?

[Fang's hands go still when her partner grabs her wrists, other than gently curling her fingernails over the soft skin. She'll wait a moment to see whether Vanille wanted to direct her or not.]

[She tilts her head back with a pleased hum, letting her eyes drift closed.] 'Course it was all me. [Fang's grinning, and it's apparent in her tone.] You really think I'd take that chance of someone tippin' you off?

[Granted, that meant it was that much more work, and now Fang never wanted to wrap another gift for the next decade despite her newfound expertise for it, but Vanille's worth it; her soon-to-be wife was worth it.]

And now, the next time they ask when, you can tell 'em.

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takes care of the nsfw one before leaving for work...

good life decisions all around