Thank you for this prompt! It was such fun writing something fluffy with that wrench we were thrown in that promo.
He set the vase onthe corner of her workbench and smiled. After a minute of him just watching
her, she lifted her welding helmet and put the blowtorch on the table behind
her. “What’s with the flowers?”
“Eleven yellow roses,
my dear,” he clarified, eyes sparkling as he inched closer.
“Is that supposed to
mean something?” Her mouth twitched into a smirk and she took a step back,
laughing when his hands rested on her hips and pulled her to him.
symbolize the promise of a new beginning. It symbolizes everything in this
world I am grateful for, and that is you Happy Quinn.” Toby hugged her tightly,
a smile on his lips as he leant down to kiss the top of her head. “And there
are eleven roses because that number is meant to assure the recipient she is
truly and deeply loved, which you are.”
Happy shook her head
at his sentimentality before pulling the shrink down for a proper kiss. It was
deepened as she hopped up onto the workbench. Her legs wrapped around his waist
and they continued kissing.
When she leaned back
for air, she spoke. “You don’t need to keep getting me things, we’re good now.
Besides, you know I can’t be bought with something so trivial as flowers.”
“No one would ever
think that of you.” The intensity with which he looked at her made her look
away. Seeing the vulnerability in her features, it pained him to think how it
took over a year to rebuild her trust in him, for her walls to be let down
“I got the roses
because they made me think of you. I think of you quite a lot, you know.” He
was playing with her hair and his other hand cupped her chin to bring her gaze
back up. “I never stop thinking about you.”
doc.” Happy brought him closer, her legs still around him. His eyebrows shot up
and she rolled her eyes.
He buried his face in
her hair. “Thank you for forgiving me.”
“We do stupid things
when we’re in love,” she told him, shaking her head and looking up at him. “But
you only get one free pass. Next time, they’ll never find your body and your
disappearance will be blamed on a bookie.”
“There won’t be a
next time,” he said with a laugh, only slight alarm in his eyes.
“There better not
be.” When he acknowledged that, she kissed him again. Toby wasn’t the only one thrilled
to have his best friend back as the something more everyone knew was there.