Anniversary
“I got you a gift, but I didn’t know what you’ll like so...”
One of the things Willow prided herself on is her hard-earned wealth; granted, it was wealth gained from a life of crime. She can get her boyfriend pretty much anything, may it be in this world or off-world. The problem is, she doesn’t know what he wants. He never asks her for anything and it’s confusing.
On the bright side, the wealth she had was not wealth given to her by her father. Money she knew that was rightfully hers. She frowned at the thought.
“Are you okay?” Caleb asked, snapping her out of her fugue. He eyed her curiously, and she could sense a hint of worry dancing in his handsome face. She smiled. Adorable. The slightest frown could have him fawning over her in seconds.
“I’m okay, just, uh, thinking about my father.” she replied. “I lost a lot of money I could’ve gotten from the company... And, you know, me being his real kid.”
“Zoe said they’re fixing it, right? Don’t worry about it.”
“No, they can keep it and shove it up where the sun don’t shine.” Willow seethed, but at the same time, money is money. That was money she worked so hard for, that was money she sacrificed so much for—
“Are you sure?” Caleb asked.
“...”
“Hmm?”
“...no. It’s my money...”
“But you’re not supposed to have access to your own money?” he teased her, smirking. “Knowing you, babe, I know you couldn’t give a damn about your probation but have you ever thought about just being truly free from it?”
“I love how you’re trying to explain being good to someone like me, a criminal mastermind of epic villainy. I should probably get the criminal equivalent of the Nobel Prize.”
“I know you’re a good person, and you don’t have to keep punishing yourself.”
“Are you gonna accept your anniversary gift or are we going to have this weird conversation about my existential crisis again?”
“You don’t and you never have to get me anything, Will.”
“I just want you to know that being in a relationship with me has its perks; I can get you anything you want or anything you need—mmph!” She grunted in surprise as Caleb pressed his lips against hers. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and she felt herself gasping for air when he finally tore his lips away.
“Do I have to remind you that it’s you that I want?” He growled, and she felt a tingle shoot throughout her entire body.
“Oh, boy... Now, now, now, I’m very very much up for it but can we just—” Before she can continue protesting, he bent down to carry her over his shoulder, and lumbered up the stairs to their bedroom. She struggled for a bit but stopped when he lightly slapped her ass as a warning. He threw her over the bed and crawled up to her, trapping her beneath him.
“I’m happy with you, Will. I love you.” He looked deeply into her eyes, and she had to look away, trying to suppress the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Damn this man for making her feel this way!
She took a deep breath, and met his eyes. “I...”
“You don’t have to say it back, I understand—”
“I love you too, Caleb.” she whispered. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“I know, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Considering that we have work tomorrow—”
“You’re not leaving this bed until I’m finished with you, woman.”
“Oh, no.”
