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[Team Two] A little black box
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“Would you be so kind as to help me find it?” Ally asks from her place half beneath the bed. The sound of her voice is muffled by the covers. Her butt wiggles as she moves—it is a rather funny image, she can admit.
“Find what?” Jo asks, confused. They hadn’t been speaking before this, too immersed in the movie they’d put on her laptop while trying not to make too big of a mess with the popcorn, and she isn’t aware Ally had misplaced something. “Your phone is here,” she says, picking up Ally’s smartphone from where it rests next to hers on the pillow and showing it off, even though Ally can’t see it.
“No, no,” Ally says, still searching under the bed. “It’s the, you know—” she trails off, completely unhelpfully. “I can’t find it! Can you look under on your side? Maybe it’s there.”
Jo huffs but her lips twitch upwards, helplessly amused at her girlfriend’s messy habits. “You’re such a disaster,” she points out but gamely pauses the movie, then gets off the bed and starts looking for the mysterious object. “Can you at least tell me what size and color ‘it’ is?”
Ally hums, then says, “Small, about the size of your fist. Black.”
There are boxes they still haven’t gone through even though they’ve moved in together three weeks ago. “Is it inside one of these?”
“The boxes? No. It is a box, itself.”
Jo raises an eyebrow but doesn’t ask any other question, moving some carboard boxes and some plastic ones around, until she spots it. “Found it!” she cheers, snatching it from the small place it was crammed in between two other boxes, then comes out from under the bed with the box raised in victory.
Ally also comes out on the other side, and she takes a look at the box before smiling at her. “Yes, that’s it!”
“Here,” Jo says, offering it to her girlfriend, but to her surprise, Ally shakes her head.
“No, no. It’s for you,” she says, then coughs and looks to the side, dark hair falling in front of her face in a gesture Jo knows well enough means she’s embarrassed.
Jo squints at her, because that’s not normal behavior—she’s long been accustomed to her girlfriend’s gift-giving tendencies, and it isn’t the first time Ally buys her jewelry, as she knows Jo’s fond of earrings and small, delicate things.
She mentally shrugs and opens the box, only to freeze as she sees the contents.
It’s—
It’s—!
Her gaze snaps back to her girlfriend, eyes wide and disbelieving, and she finds her blushing and nervous, practically fidgeting in place.
“This is—?”
Ally bites her lip, then takes a deep breath and says, “I love you. I know we’re already moved in together and all, but—we talked about this before, and you said you’d like to, sometime, and I thought—well, I want it too, and just—” she shrugs, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, but Jo understands.
She understands too well.
There’s a rush of love and affection and warmth blooming in her chest, and she can’t help the tears that come to her eyes as she brings the box with the rings closer to her chest, to her heart.
“Yes,” she says, more certain than she’s ever been in anything before. This is what she wants. “I want to marry you.”
The wide smile she gets in response is one she hopes to see everyday for the rest of her life.
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“Would you be so kind as to help me find it?” Ally asks from her place half beneath the bed. The sound of her voice is muffled by the covers. Her butt wiggles as she moves—it is a rather funny image, she can admit.
“Find what?” Jo asks, confused. They hadn’t been speaking before this, too immersed in the movie they’d put on her laptop while trying not to make too big of a mess with the popcorn, and she isn’t aware Ally had misplaced something. “Your phone is here,” she says, picking up Ally’s smartphone from where it rests next to hers on the pillow and showing it off, even though Ally can’t see it.
“No, no,” Ally says, still searching under the bed. “It’s the, you know—” she trails off, completely unhelpfully. “I can’t find it! Can you look under on your side? Maybe it’s there.”
Jo huffs but her lips twitch upwards, helplessly amused at her girlfriend’s messy habits. “You’re such a disaster,” she points out but gamely pauses the movie, then gets off the bed and starts looking for the mysterious object. “Can you at least tell me what size and color ‘it’ is?”
Ally hums, then says, “Small, about the size of your fist. Black.”
There are boxes they still haven’t gone through even though they’ve moved in together three weeks ago. “Is it inside one of these?”
“The boxes? No. It is a box, itself.”
Jo raises an eyebrow but doesn’t ask any other question, moving some carboard boxes and some plastic ones around, until she spots it. “Found it!” she cheers, snatching it from the small place it was crammed in between two other boxes, then comes out from under the bed with the box raised in victory.
Ally also comes out on the other side, and she takes a look at the box before smiling at her. “Yes, that’s it!”
“Here,” Jo says, offering it to her girlfriend, but to her surprise, Ally shakes her head.
“No, no. It’s for you,” she says, then coughs and looks to the side, dark hair falling in front of her face in a gesture Jo knows well enough means she’s embarrassed.
Jo squints at her, because that’s not normal behavior—she’s long been accustomed to her girlfriend’s gift-giving tendencies, and it isn’t the first time Ally buys her jewelry, as she knows Jo’s fond of earrings and small, delicate things.
She mentally shrugs and opens the box, only to freeze as she sees the contents.
It’s—
It’s—!
Her gaze snaps back to her girlfriend, eyes wide and disbelieving, and she finds her blushing and nervous, practically fidgeting in place.
“This is—?”
Ally bites her lip, then takes a deep breath and says, “I love you. I know we’re already moved in together and all, but—we talked about this before, and you said you’d like to, sometime, and I thought—well, I want it too, and just—” she shrugs, uncharacteristically at a loss for words, but Jo understands.
She understands too well.
There’s a rush of love and affection and warmth blooming in her chest, and she can’t help the tears that come to her eyes as she brings the box with the rings closer to her chest, to her heart.
“Yes,” she says, more certain than she’s ever been in anything before. This is what she wants. “I want to marry you.”
The wide smile she gets in response is one she hopes to see everyday for the rest of her life.
bluedreaming, you're up! :)