Lost

*laughs a little* Climb onto my back, sweetheart. I’ll carry you back before you fall asleep. And I won’t be able to do this for a while, so I’m going to take advantage of it.

(/jumps onto your back, hooking her legs around you and slipping her arms loosely around your neck, kissing your shoulder and closing her eyes) I'll just fall asleep here..

Better than cake? *pulls your hair back carefully, kissing your temple softly as he smiles; his voice is soft* Taking advantage of your attention starting now. *lets his fingers slip into yours, leading you into a dance* You know, if I could, I would play the piano at the same time. But I’m a shitty multitasker, as you know. *grins a little, beginning to hum a familiar tune that you had taught him months before*

(/laughs a bit, following your lead and resting her head on your shoulder) It's the thought that counts... though, (/yawns quietly) I think I might fall asleep on you..

*moves up behind you, peeking over your shoulder like a curious puppy, intent to see the expression on your face, and a little nervous over your reaction; he wasn’t much of a poet, after all* Surpriseee. *speaks quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist* 

I love it. (/nods, leaning into you and placing her arms over yours) 

*smiles as he hears the words slip from you before shaking his head* I just wanted you. *stops in front of a door, tucking your hair behind your ear as he kisses your cheek gently* That’s all I want, I don’t need anything else. *quirks a smile, pushing open the door with his foot* Go inside and look in the cabinet. There’s should be a folded piece of paper on the second shelve. *crosses his arms, attempting to look nonchalant as he waits for you to do as he asked*

(/slowly walks into the room, opening up the cabinet and unfolding the paper as she picks it up; a slight smile forms on her lips as she reads, small shivers running down her spine as she looks back to you, not speaking and unmoving with only a smile)

*pouts a little to mimic your expression* But you willl. Patience, sweetheart. I promise. *turns so he’s walking backwards, lips quirked up in a little smile* Do I get a late happy birthday?

I don't have any patience.. (/sighs before smiling softly, nodding) Happy late birthday darling. (/bows her head slightly) I haven't gotten you anything, I'm sorry.