Weekend of fun [locked for anya_c_jenkins Also dated for this Friday]

[coryraines]

Cory waited in the airport, sign in hand like those drivers that wait to pick up people. The sign just side No Rabbits In Car, Promise He hadn't been there long because he had spent a lot of time getting his place ready and cleaned. Nice candles about. Fresh flowers from Callie's flower shop, all kinds from roses to tulips, simple little daisies as

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[anya_c_jenkins]

Flying from Boston to New York was kind of pointless. Except for the time saving. Because, really? You went up. You came down. You were there. They didn't even give you peanuts.

But she's there. And she has her bag and someone is watching the shop.

She laughs when she sees Cory and the sign, hurrying in his direction.

"Not a single rabbit?"

[coryraines]

"Not a single one. They are all married," He teased in hugging her and kissing her cheeks. He took her bag for her. "No bunnies, rabbits or hares." He lead her out, heading for the car, thankful Caspian let him borrow one of his.

He opened the door for her before putting her bag in the back seat. He climbed in, starting the car to warm it up. He looked over, "Those are for you." He smirked.

[anya_c_jenkins]

However at the car, he had more flowers, a box of cookies and a stuffed polar bear. He even had a bag of cheesey crap, souvenirs from all the places he visited in Italy and in Russia with a post card of Stalin as well. Dressed in a nice suit, he now stood waiting and wondered... maybe she wasn't coming.

Anya looked around the car and laughed at the collection of presents, cuddling the polar bear immediately.

"You really shouldn't have, you know," she said with a smile, kissing his cheek. She sifted through the bag of souvenirs. "But I'm glad you did."

[coryraines]

A closed mouth smile and a blush as he looked down was her gift as well before Cory turned his head to Anya. "I wanted to. Just... wanted to make things up to you." He leaned over kissing her just below her ear.

He started driving, heading back to the Dojo he was staying in. "Hope the flight was good. Oh," he dug into one of his jacket pockets and pulled out a small bag of peanuts, "I'm sure they didn't give you this on the ride." He smirked. "Oh and we got a choice, ballet or Phantom of the Opera."