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Wind knocked from his diaphragm at the impact Puck chokes/wheezes with his face shoved into the grass, the attempt at catching his breath hampered by the solid weight straddling his lower back and bouncing with laughter.  Coughing out a string of extremely colorful expletives the fae scowls up, a mass of chocolate brown hair blocking out the light and wild, feral eyes glint golden with unrestrained mirth as Faera hangs her head upside down over his with a tittering giggle.  Despite the ache in his ribs the irritation fizzles out at seeing her so energized for the first time in months; she wasn’t accustomed to sitting out a winter Up Top and it had taken its toll on her, physically and emotionally.  With a resigned sigh he rolls his eyes at her but opts not to throw her across the field, a sign she takes as his begrudging compliance.  “You’re in rare form today, I was hoping to have at least a few more days of blissful silence before you crawled out of your bedroom...” Eyes back on the phone screen he swipes his finger across it to speed scroll through the images, grumbling with a bored tone as she wriggles to get comfortable.  “Luuuuucky me.”

Snickering at his perceived ‘bad luck’ Faera falls forward to flop against his back, her own tanned legs stretching out along his, annoyed at the abrasive cloth of his pants.  Arms wrapping around his neck she shoves her face next to his so that her nosy ass can look at what  on his phone could possibly be sooo important that he was actively ignoring all her attempts at pissing him off.  It takes a second of scanning the images before her head jerks back with a disgusted snort and it’s her turn to roll her eyes with a mocking chuckle. “Seriously? Valentine ideas?! Since when do you have to search for ideas to be your typical disgustingly mush-brained self?”  Singularly unimpressed with the topic she rolls over onto her back, still very much balanced on his back.  

The fae beneath her grumbles, whether it is in response to her jeering or the way her hair fell in his face when she drops her head back onto his shoulder is anyone’s guess.  She couldn’t care less; it was enough that she’s successfully pestering him.  Picking at her nails absentmindedly she shrugs against his shoulders, voice low if not a bit conspiratorial. “You could always have your dear sister sneak into the royal vault again to… borrow… more jewels for her?  I mean, she’s already got the crown, necklace, and earrings, might as well have a full set.”  

She can feel  him tense up beneath her but he says nothing in regard to her prodding insinuations. “And while I am sure she enjoys those things, they’re not exactly… practical?  A bit hard to walk around wearing faerie jewels in the mundane world, but currently I am having the slightest issue with being-”

“-practical.”, she huffs out in amusement.

“-yes, thank you.” His ears twitch with annoyance at being interrupted. “It’s just frustrating, how can any of these ideas be enough?.”  As if to emphasize his point he flattens out, face falling forward to thump his forehead against the ground.

Faera stares at a passing cloud, complete and utter boredom at this conversation etched into every frowning line on her face.  There is absolutely no part of her that cares one lick about this ‘special’ day or the weird little midget woman, but if she doesn’t wrap this up he is going to whine and sulk over it all day.  Besides, even if she wants to suggest he simply get her a Happy Meal and let that be that… the dryad doesn’t like seeing him so upset.  It’s impossible to remove all of the sarcasm from her tone but she at least makes a slight effort. “Isn’t there some saying the meatbags have about ‘the thought that counts’?  I mean, if she was the type of chick that expected jewels and fancy shit from you all the time you wouldn’t have stuck around.  I know you -always- say ‘Ohhhh I just want to give her the wooorld!’ -”

“- I take offense to that impression of me.”, his muffled voice interjects.

“- it was meant to be offensive, shush.”, she chuckles, knocking her head into his. “Well dipshit, it’s not about what you want.  What the fuck does she want?”

The fae pauses at that, chin lifting to rest on his folded arms as he tucks them under his face. Honestly?  He could think of a million little things to get her, ‘little’ things like he’s done in the past: pillows and clothes and jewelry and books.  Yes he’s sure she enjoyed them, but what sort of things are most important to her, what mattered the most?  He didn’t know, hadn’t had enough quality time with her to figure it out. Huh.

Sharp eyebrows raise expectantly, waiting for his response but when she is met with silence her mouth curls smugly, rear wiggling against him like a puppy who had just been praised. “Ohhhh did I say a thing that made sense?!  Hot damn, lookit me go, NOOOW can we go do something fun?!”

With an exasperated chuckle Puck stands up, shaking off the not-so-little leach that had stolen his precious sunning time.  Squeaking in surprise when her bare ass meets the dirt, she takes the hand offered to her with a self-satisfied grin plastered across her face.  “So what’s the plan, Stan?”

Pulling her to her feet, he removes a few stray leaves from her untameable locks before heading back to the Tree to get dressed.  To get both of them dressed. “Well, I’m going shopping, you’re more than welcome to come with.  Figured it would give you a chance to get a present too?”  Faera squints hard at him, thoroughly confused and immediately uncomfortable with the knowing look he gave her over his shoulder. “Valentines nowadays is not just a day for loving couples, Ra-Ra.  It’s become a day to tell those most important to you that they matter.”