Like A Virgin - Chapter 40 (Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison)
Title: Like A Virgin
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: Can't believe it's chapter 40 already! A very special one for me. :)
He crept up behind her silently, and suddenly circled her waist. "...Hello."
She jumped up with a scream. "Holy shit Matthew! You scared me."
Lifting her from the ground, he hid his face in her hair, mustering up his best evil laugh. "Scared? I used to work for the CIA, you know. Silent as a mouse."
She turned around in his arms and slapped his shoulder, but couldn't help grinning at his devilish smile. "You moron. I'm gonna have a heart attack some time."
"Ouch!" He stilled her hands with his own, and pouted. "I thought you'd be happy to see me earlier than expected."
She looked at her watch. "Wow! Two hours early. I think this is a first." She mockingly tried to escape his hold. "I wasn't expecting you, I have to kick someone out of bed."
His eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
Giggling, she ran up the stairs and opened the door to their bedroom, revealing her two cats and their Golden puppy snuggled up on the duvet.
He let out a groan. "If I sneeze all night I'm gonna hold you responsible, missy."
She kissed his cheek with a laugh. "Fair enough. I wasn't planning on sleeping anyway."
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She sat down on the sofa next to him, and he opened an arm to pull her closer, his eyes not leaving his script, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. Smiling, she laid her head on his chest, taking her own script from the coffee table. He took her left hand in his, absentmindedly tracing her ring finger.
She leaned over to kiss his jaw before opening her pages with a sigh. So many scenes that week...
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"Matty." She gently caressed his cheek. "Baby, wake up."
He opened his eyes with a startled "Whassgoinnon?"
She bit her lower lip to refrain from giggling. "You fell asleep reading your lines. Come on, let's get you to bed."
He took her hands and got up, slightly unsteady, rubbing his eyes. She circled his waist and guided him to the stairs.
Leaning a bit on her shoulder, he chuckled. "Me falling asleep on the sofa and you taking me to bed. Just like an old married couple."
She smiled, without really processing his words, and led him to their room.
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Just like an old married couple. An old married couple. She stared at the mirror in front of her without really focusing it.
Her hairstylist nudged her shoulder. "So...no suggestions for a place for my dinner tonight?"
Her head shot up. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I was miles from here."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed."
She laughed. "Sorry. Let me write down a couple of suggestons for your hot date."
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Sitting down in her cast chair, she checked her missed calls and incoming emails. Her long day- two scenes, choreography and song rehearsals and three meetings- had prevented her even from checking her phone, let alone allow her mind to wander. Now that she had a moment to herself, though, those six words of him re-emerged. Was it just him being funny? Of course it was, he was always making jokes.
...or was it? Was he thinking about his future? About their future? Her mind went back to their short time spent house hunting, before they decided to keep his house, and to his embarassed face when he mentioned wanting many bedrooms. "Well... you never know." That's what he had said. And with the pregnancy scare... he had just been so calm. She had to admit his behaviour had really struck her, the way he just handled it, they way he just held her when she thought she was falling apart.
She rested her chin on her palm, deep in thoughts.
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The next couple of days had been hectic at work, and nice at home. Her thoughts still lingered on that single sentence, and she realized she was being much more careful about his words, replaying them in her head and analyzing any possible hidden meaning. If he could read my thoughts he'd call me crazy. What is wrong with me?
She stared at herself as she removed her makeup. Her thoughts had taken her to endless scenarios, from the two of them, old and wrinkly, sitting together on a bench, to their present selves walking hand in hand, a little red-haired girl -for some reason, it was always a girl- smiling happily from Matt's shoulders, to the horrible idea of a life without him -that had popped up in her head as she was buying groceries, without any plausible explanation, hitting her so hard she had needed a little time to regain her breathing ability and rational functions.
And then, there was always that one picture. Or was it more like a short movie? All she knew was that in the past few days, whenever she allowed her mind to wander a little, it always played the same three pictures, each fading into the next one. Him down on one knee. Her flying in his arms. Him all dressed up, waiting for her at the end of an aisle, candlelight flickering around.
This is nonsense. Sighing, she splashed her face with water and brushed her teeth, before returning to their bedroom and snuggling up next to him on the bed.
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Her light kisses stirred him from his slumber. "Hm?"
She kissed him again, all over his face. "Good morning."
"Hmm..."
"Have you lost your speech during the night?"
He grinned and shook his head.
"Do you know what day it is?"
His grin widened and he nodded decisively, as he took her by her arms and brought her to rest on his chest. "A year ago. Today."
"I'll always love that Madonna song."
He chuckled and she cupped his cheeks with her hands, and met his lips for a kiss, his hands closing around her waist and bringing her even closer, until she pulled back a little, moving her lips to his jaw, down his neck, to his collarbone, as he hummed his approval. She eventually rested on his neck, sneaking in a kiss every few words, listening to him talking nonsense, being silly just to make her laugh.
They stayed in bed for what felt like a lifetime, and when they decided to grab some breakfast, at last, he stopped her as she was getting out of the room. "Hey. I know we've agreed on our anniversary being in about a month... but if it's okay with you, tonight we could spend some time together... you know, no work, no phones, just... us?"
She wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. "It's a date."
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'Jayma, will you do me the honor'... no, this sounds so formal. 'Will you be my wife?' Yeah right you can also bring a mark to brand her butt while you're at it, you idiot.
He was pacing back and forth in his trailer, his eyes unfocused as he kept his inner monologue, his hands gesturing in the air.
"...kinda guessing you're not rehearsing our next scene here."
He jumped around, letting out a nervous laugh. "Jane! Hi. No, not really."
Jane studied him closely. "You okay, Matt?"
"Yeah. Great. Don't worry." He turned and took his lines from the table, trying to hide his embarassement. "Did you want to rehearse?"
She smiled at him, sitting on a chair. "Are you gonna do it tonight?"
He felt himself blushing. "Yeah. I think so." He got back to pacing the lenght of his trailer. "You know... If my... legs hold me. And my stomach doesn't turn upside down. And my brain can be so damn kind as to deliver a sentence with an actual meaning."
Jane stifled a giggle, and laid a hand on his arm. "Hey. You're gonna be fine. I kinda have this weird feeling that she's madly in love with you. Maybe that's just me, though..."
He grimaced. "Jeez. I've never been so nervous my whole life."
His friend got up, and squeezed his arm once more. "Do what you always do when you're nervous. Go for a run. We're done here for today. Clear your head." She smiled. "It's gonna be fine. More than fine."
He exhaled deeply, and nodded. "A run. Thanks, Jane."
"Sure. Just... let me know, okay?"
"You bet."
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When she got home, later that night, she was welcomed by some low Miles Davis music playing, warm candlelight dancing on the walls, and her boyfriend in a light blue button-down shirt and grey dress pants, holding out a single pink gerbera daisy to her. "Welcome home, pretty girl."
She blushed, smiling coyly. "Matty... you didn't have to do this."
"I wanted to." He got closer and circled her waist. "Our anniversary is when we first said 'I love you.' But this... a year ago today, it all became so...clear to me." He kissed her deeply, and rested his forehead on hers. "I love you."
"I love you..."
"I made dinner. You hungry?"
She nodded, beaming, and took his hand.
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"...Oh my God. I'm so full I can't even move." She rubbed her flat belly to make her point clearer.
He chuckled and plopped down on the sofa beside her. "I love that you like my cooking."
She grinned, and moved closer. "I love your cooking. I love the cook too."
He kissed her, and draped an arm around her neck. "What do you wanna do?"
She laced her fingers through his. "Snuggle. Talk for a while. Snuggle some more. Make love."
"Hm, sounds like a good plan to me." He gave her his trademark lopsided smile. "Does it have to be in that order or..."
She giggled. "Nope. But right now I can't even think of moving."
"Then snuggles it is." He pulled her closer by the waist, and hid his face in her hair.
They spent a long time on the sofa, talking, laughing, kissing each other. After a while, Matt stretched his arms, yawning. "Baby? Would you please hand me over the remote? I wanna see the sports highlights, haven't had time today." She had insisted on them getting a tv, at least for news, and he had to admit he was enjoying the sports channels quite a lot.
She gave him a funny look. "Wasn't this our 'no work, no phones, no nothing' night?"
He nodded. "It is! I just wanna see the news. Well. Sports news." Shooting her his best pleading look, he added "Come on, just five minutes. Then it's just us again. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."
She scoffed a little, muttering a "Guys..." under her breath, and then shifted out of his lap to the other side of the sofa, twisting her body at a 180° angle so that she could reach the remote on the far end of a small table. "And exactly why can't you just get up and get it your..."
Her words got lost somewhere in her throat as she turned back, remote hanging loosely from her right hand, as she focused on the scene in front of her.
He had gotten off the sofa, and was now bended down on one knee in front of her, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. He took the remote from her hands, setting it aside, since staring at him with her mouth wide open was all she could do.
"Jayma." His heart was beating faster than ever in his life, his mouth was dry, and he didn't remember a word of the speech he had prepared. But somehow, none of it mattered. His hands molded into hers.
"A year ago today something wonderful happened. Something unexpected, and messy, and perfect. To this day, I still can't quite make out how and when this all started."
She looked at him, breathless, her eyes shining with held-back tears, an expectant smile on her face. She wondered if he could feel her heart as it tried to jump right out of her chest.
"...All I know is, I've never thought I could be this happy, never even imagined I could love someone as much as I love you." One of his hands raised up to her face, and he moved a lock of hair behind her ear. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life showing you just how much. If you'll allow me."
His right hand moved to the back pocket of his pants, and he shifted a little to ease out the box, which he opened, holding it in front of her.
"Jayma, will you marry me?"
He stared at her with his heart in his throat. One of her hands had flown to her chest, the other one still clasping his firmly, her mouth once again wide-open. She looked from the ring to his face, back and forth a few times, as he followed her gaze, forgetting to breathe.
After what to him felt like an hour, she leaned down and took his face in her hands, and whispered. "Yes." Her forehead rested on his as he processed that single tiny word, a huge smile cracking on his face.
She laughed, tears rolling down her cheeks, and he set the box aside to kiss her thoroughly, winding his arms around her neck and holding tight. "Yes?" he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, laughing. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!!" She kissed him again, and stared into his eyes when they parted. "I love you so much."
He caught a tear on her cheek, and touched the tip of her nose with his finger. Somewhere in his peripheral vision he caught sight of something turquoise set on the sofa, right beside her thigh.
Chuckling, he caught it and showed it to her once more. "I think we forgot a pretty important thing..."
Her breath faltered as she surveyed the beautiful platinum ring, with a square-cut channel-set band and a huge round diamond right in the middle. "My God, Matty... this is so beautiful..."
He grinned. "It's a remake of a ring from the '20s. It's unique." He took it out of the box. "And it's yours, if you want."
He took her left hand in his own, and looked at her, asking for permission. She beamed at him, her eyes shining, and his own smile matched her own as he easily slipped it on her left ring finger. "Perfect match."
She kissed him again, giggling in his mouth, and gently running her thumbs all over his face. "Perfect."
He sat back on the sofa, laughing, and pulled her in his lap, smiling when she moved her left hand so that the ring caught the most light, casting sparkles all around them. "I promise I'll always do my best to make you happy."
"You already do. And I'll do the very same..." She stared at her ring for a little while, while he rubbed her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck. He nudged her when he noticed she was mumbling something. "What are you saying?"
She smiled. "Nothing. Something silly." He poked her side to urge her to talk, and she held up her arms in mock-surrender. "Fine, fine. I was just trying it out. You know, how it sounds. Jayma Mays Morrison? Too many Ms? Jayma Morrison? "
He hugged her close, suffocating a sob. "I love them both. Whichever you choose."
She leaned back on his chest, her head under his chin. "I'll have to think about it."
"So... snuggles, check. Talk... we definitely talked." She giggled, caressing her ring and kissing his hand. "More snuggles... check. What was that last point on your list again?"
She giggled, and turned in his arms to kiss him. "Let me see if I remember..."
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Here it is! :) Hope you enjoyed. :)
I love writing this story as it's mostly a way to take a breather from my hectic life, but if you wanna share your thoughts and opinions, I'd love to read them. And where do you see this going now? :)
Oh, and in case you're wondering- this is kinda the ring I had in mind. :)
Author: emmaschuester
Pairing/Characters: Jayma Mays/Matthew Morrison
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Harmless fun, no offence intended. Pure work of fiction.
Spoilers: None.
Summary/Author's Notes: Can't believe it's chapter 40 already! A very special one for me. :)
He crept up behind her silently, and suddenly circled her waist. "...Hello."
She jumped up with a scream. "Holy shit Matthew! You scared me."
Lifting her from the ground, he hid his face in her hair, mustering up his best evil laugh. "Scared? I used to work for the CIA, you know. Silent as a mouse."
She turned around in his arms and slapped his shoulder, but couldn't help grinning at his devilish smile. "You moron. I'm gonna have a heart attack some time."
"Ouch!" He stilled her hands with his own, and pouted. "I thought you'd be happy to see me earlier than expected."
She looked at her watch. "Wow! Two hours early. I think this is a first." She mockingly tried to escape his hold. "I wasn't expecting you, I have to kick someone out of bed."
His eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
Giggling, she ran up the stairs and opened the door to their bedroom, revealing her two cats and their Golden puppy snuggled up on the duvet.
He let out a groan. "If I sneeze all night I'm gonna hold you responsible, missy."
She kissed his cheek with a laugh. "Fair enough. I wasn't planning on sleeping anyway."
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She sat down on the sofa next to him, and he opened an arm to pull her closer, his eyes not leaving his script, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose. Smiling, she laid her head on his chest, taking her own script from the coffee table. He took her left hand in his, absentmindedly tracing her ring finger.
She leaned over to kiss his jaw before opening her pages with a sigh. So many scenes that week...
-------
"Matty." She gently caressed his cheek. "Baby, wake up."
He opened his eyes with a startled "Whassgoinnon?"
She bit her lower lip to refrain from giggling. "You fell asleep reading your lines. Come on, let's get you to bed."
He took her hands and got up, slightly unsteady, rubbing his eyes. She circled his waist and guided him to the stairs.
Leaning a bit on her shoulder, he chuckled. "Me falling asleep on the sofa and you taking me to bed. Just like an old married couple."
She smiled, without really processing his words, and led him to their room.
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Just like an old married couple. An old married couple. She stared at the mirror in front of her without really focusing it.
Her hairstylist nudged her shoulder. "So...no suggestions for a place for my dinner tonight?"
Her head shot up. "Oh, God, I'm sorry. I was miles from here."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed."
She laughed. "Sorry. Let me write down a couple of suggestons for your hot date."
-------
Sitting down in her cast chair, she checked her missed calls and incoming emails. Her long day- two scenes, choreography and song rehearsals and three meetings- had prevented her even from checking her phone, let alone allow her mind to wander. Now that she had a moment to herself, though, those six words of him re-emerged. Was it just him being funny? Of course it was, he was always making jokes.
...or was it? Was he thinking about his future? About their future? Her mind went back to their short time spent house hunting, before they decided to keep his house, and to his embarassed face when he mentioned wanting many bedrooms. "Well... you never know." That's what he had said. And with the pregnancy scare... he had just been so calm. She had to admit his behaviour had really struck her, the way he just handled it, they way he just held her when she thought she was falling apart.
She rested her chin on her palm, deep in thoughts.
-------
The next couple of days had been hectic at work, and nice at home. Her thoughts still lingered on that single sentence, and she realized she was being much more careful about his words, replaying them in her head and analyzing any possible hidden meaning. If he could read my thoughts he'd call me crazy. What is wrong with me?
She stared at herself as she removed her makeup. Her thoughts had taken her to endless scenarios, from the two of them, old and wrinkly, sitting together on a bench, to their present selves walking hand in hand, a little red-haired girl -for some reason, it was always a girl- smiling happily from Matt's shoulders, to the horrible idea of a life without him -that had popped up in her head as she was buying groceries, without any plausible explanation, hitting her so hard she had needed a little time to regain her breathing ability and rational functions.
And then, there was always that one picture. Or was it more like a short movie? All she knew was that in the past few days, whenever she allowed her mind to wander a little, it always played the same three pictures, each fading into the next one. Him down on one knee. Her flying in his arms. Him all dressed up, waiting for her at the end of an aisle, candlelight flickering around.
This is nonsense. Sighing, she splashed her face with water and brushed her teeth, before returning to their bedroom and snuggling up next to him on the bed.
-------
Her light kisses stirred him from his slumber. "Hm?"
She kissed him again, all over his face. "Good morning."
"Hmm..."
"Have you lost your speech during the night?"
He grinned and shook his head.
"Do you know what day it is?"
His grin widened and he nodded decisively, as he took her by her arms and brought her to rest on his chest. "A year ago. Today."
"I'll always love that Madonna song."
He chuckled and she cupped his cheeks with her hands, and met his lips for a kiss, his hands closing around her waist and bringing her even closer, until she pulled back a little, moving her lips to his jaw, down his neck, to his collarbone, as he hummed his approval. She eventually rested on his neck, sneaking in a kiss every few words, listening to him talking nonsense, being silly just to make her laugh.
They stayed in bed for what felt like a lifetime, and when they decided to grab some breakfast, at last, he stopped her as she was getting out of the room. "Hey. I know we've agreed on our anniversary being in about a month... but if it's okay with you, tonight we could spend some time together... you know, no work, no phones, just... us?"
She wound her arms around his neck, and kissed him again. "It's a date."
-------
'Jayma, will you do me the honor'... no, this sounds so formal. 'Will you be my wife?' Yeah right you can also bring a mark to brand her butt while you're at it, you idiot.
He was pacing back and forth in his trailer, his eyes unfocused as he kept his inner monologue, his hands gesturing in the air.
"...kinda guessing you're not rehearsing our next scene here."
He jumped around, letting out a nervous laugh. "Jane! Hi. No, not really."
Jane studied him closely. "You okay, Matt?"
"Yeah. Great. Don't worry." He turned and took his lines from the table, trying to hide his embarassement. "Did you want to rehearse?"
She smiled at him, sitting on a chair. "Are you gonna do it tonight?"
He felt himself blushing. "Yeah. I think so." He got back to pacing the lenght of his trailer. "You know... If my... legs hold me. And my stomach doesn't turn upside down. And my brain can be so damn kind as to deliver a sentence with an actual meaning."
Jane stifled a giggle, and laid a hand on his arm. "Hey. You're gonna be fine. I kinda have this weird feeling that she's madly in love with you. Maybe that's just me, though..."
He grimaced. "Jeez. I've never been so nervous my whole life."
His friend got up, and squeezed his arm once more. "Do what you always do when you're nervous. Go for a run. We're done here for today. Clear your head." She smiled. "It's gonna be fine. More than fine."
He exhaled deeply, and nodded. "A run. Thanks, Jane."
"Sure. Just... let me know, okay?"
"You bet."
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When she got home, later that night, she was welcomed by some low Miles Davis music playing, warm candlelight dancing on the walls, and her boyfriend in a light blue button-down shirt and grey dress pants, holding out a single pink gerbera daisy to her. "Welcome home, pretty girl."
She blushed, smiling coyly. "Matty... you didn't have to do this."
"I wanted to." He got closer and circled her waist. "Our anniversary is when we first said 'I love you.' But this... a year ago today, it all became so...clear to me." He kissed her deeply, and rested his forehead on hers. "I love you."
"I love you..."
"I made dinner. You hungry?"
She nodded, beaming, and took his hand.
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"...Oh my God. I'm so full I can't even move." She rubbed her flat belly to make her point clearer.
He chuckled and plopped down on the sofa beside her. "I love that you like my cooking."
She grinned, and moved closer. "I love your cooking. I love the cook too."
He kissed her, and draped an arm around her neck. "What do you wanna do?"
She laced her fingers through his. "Snuggle. Talk for a while. Snuggle some more. Make love."
"Hm, sounds like a good plan to me." He gave her his trademark lopsided smile. "Does it have to be in that order or..."
She giggled. "Nope. But right now I can't even think of moving."
"Then snuggles it is." He pulled her closer by the waist, and hid his face in her hair.
They spent a long time on the sofa, talking, laughing, kissing each other. After a while, Matt stretched his arms, yawning. "Baby? Would you please hand me over the remote? I wanna see the sports highlights, haven't had time today." She had insisted on them getting a tv, at least for news, and he had to admit he was enjoying the sports channels quite a lot.
She gave him a funny look. "Wasn't this our 'no work, no phones, no nothing' night?"
He nodded. "It is! I just wanna see the news. Well. Sports news." Shooting her his best pleading look, he added "Come on, just five minutes. Then it's just us again. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die."
She scoffed a little, muttering a "Guys..." under her breath, and then shifted out of his lap to the other side of the sofa, twisting her body at a 180° angle so that she could reach the remote on the far end of a small table. "And exactly why can't you just get up and get it your..."
Her words got lost somewhere in her throat as she turned back, remote hanging loosely from her right hand, as she focused on the scene in front of her.
He had gotten off the sofa, and was now bended down on one knee in front of her, looking at her with a huge smile on his face. He took the remote from her hands, setting it aside, since staring at him with her mouth wide open was all she could do.
"Jayma." His heart was beating faster than ever in his life, his mouth was dry, and he didn't remember a word of the speech he had prepared. But somehow, none of it mattered. His hands molded into hers.
"A year ago today something wonderful happened. Something unexpected, and messy, and perfect. To this day, I still can't quite make out how and when this all started."
She looked at him, breathless, her eyes shining with held-back tears, an expectant smile on her face. She wondered if he could feel her heart as it tried to jump right out of her chest.
"...All I know is, I've never thought I could be this happy, never even imagined I could love someone as much as I love you." One of his hands raised up to her face, and he moved a lock of hair behind her ear. "And I wanna spend the rest of my life showing you just how much. If you'll allow me."
His right hand moved to the back pocket of his pants, and he shifted a little to ease out the box, which he opened, holding it in front of her.
"Jayma, will you marry me?"
He stared at her with his heart in his throat. One of her hands had flown to her chest, the other one still clasping his firmly, her mouth once again wide-open. She looked from the ring to his face, back and forth a few times, as he followed her gaze, forgetting to breathe.
After what to him felt like an hour, she leaned down and took his face in her hands, and whispered. "Yes." Her forehead rested on his as he processed that single tiny word, a huge smile cracking on his face.
She laughed, tears rolling down her cheeks, and he set the box aside to kiss her thoroughly, winding his arms around her neck and holding tight. "Yes?" he whispered in her ear.
She nodded, laughing. "Yes! Yes, yes, yes!!!" She kissed him again, and stared into his eyes when they parted. "I love you so much."
He caught a tear on her cheek, and touched the tip of her nose with his finger. Somewhere in his peripheral vision he caught sight of something turquoise set on the sofa, right beside her thigh.
Chuckling, he caught it and showed it to her once more. "I think we forgot a pretty important thing..."
Her breath faltered as she surveyed the beautiful platinum ring, with a square-cut channel-set band and a huge round diamond right in the middle. "My God, Matty... this is so beautiful..."
He grinned. "It's a remake of a ring from the '20s. It's unique." He took it out of the box. "And it's yours, if you want."
He took her left hand in his own, and looked at her, asking for permission. She beamed at him, her eyes shining, and his own smile matched her own as he easily slipped it on her left ring finger. "Perfect match."
She kissed him again, giggling in his mouth, and gently running her thumbs all over his face. "Perfect."
He sat back on the sofa, laughing, and pulled her in his lap, smiling when she moved her left hand so that the ring caught the most light, casting sparkles all around them. "I promise I'll always do my best to make you happy."
"You already do. And I'll do the very same..." She stared at her ring for a little while, while he rubbed her shoulders and kissed the side of her neck. He nudged her when he noticed she was mumbling something. "What are you saying?"
She smiled. "Nothing. Something silly." He poked her side to urge her to talk, and she held up her arms in mock-surrender. "Fine, fine. I was just trying it out. You know, how it sounds. Jayma Mays Morrison? Too many Ms? Jayma Morrison? "
He hugged her close, suffocating a sob. "I love them both. Whichever you choose."
She leaned back on his chest, her head under his chin. "I'll have to think about it."
"So... snuggles, check. Talk... we definitely talked." She giggled, caressing her ring and kissing his hand. "More snuggles... check. What was that last point on your list again?"
She giggled, and turned in his arms to kiss him. "Let me see if I remember..."
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Here it is! :) Hope you enjoyed. :)
I love writing this story as it's mostly a way to take a breather from my hectic life, but if you wanna share your thoughts and opinions, I'd love to read them. And where do you see this going now? :)
Oh, and in case you're wondering- this is kinda the ring I had in mind. :)