In the early morning dusk, behind the apothecary - where Patrick had insisted they have their five month anniversary - David laid out a blanket, adorning the spread with picnicware.
Pleased with his work, he sat down, shifting awkwardly in his stuffy cardigan.
"Mister Rose," Patrick announced, champagne in hand. "I am absolutely flattered to be invited to your 'romantic sunrise breakfast'."
Mister Rose rolled his eyes playfully in response, pulling the plucky brunette into his chest.
"Don't ruin this."
Patrick responded with a timid snicker, breathing in David's natural musk as he planted a kiss on his boyfriends' neck.
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The Little Things (David/Patrick Drabbles)
FanfictionA sweet, four chapter compilation of drabbles based on a random daily word. (Obviously, I don't own any of the characters of the show. This is purely fanfiction.)
