The Scottish Thistle and The English Rose by HaylsValo

Chapter 17: Proof That You're Mine

"Wow Chibs, you didn't have to bring me flowers." Tig smirked; hand over his heart, a mock expression of shock on his face. He'd just opened the door to Chibs who was standing on the other side smartly dressed in a button up black shirt, his best black jeans, boots and of course his cut clutching a dozen white roses in a beautiful crystal vase. He was obviously there for Boo, although Tig was sure Boo hadn't mentioned anything about going out with Chibs that night...

"That's funny Tigger." Chibs said with a roll of his eyes as Tig stepped aside and gestured that he come in. "Is Boo in?" he asked as he wiped his feet, eyes scanning the living room and kitchen. The rooms were empty, save for the flickering TV that Tig had obviously been watching before he'd opened the door. Chibs feared that maybe his surprise date might go awry because Boo had gone out. Thankfully however, Tig nodded.

"Yeah, come on in." He said as he sauntered over to Boo's bedroom door before tapping his knuckles against it. "Hey kid, get out here!" he yelled as Chibs sat himself down on the couch. He heard Boo curse at Tig and couldn't help but smirk. She and Tig were so like a father and daughter it was unreal...

In her bedroom, Boo had been snoozing in bed with Tillie before dinner. She'd had a restless night the night before and hadn't slept much, the sleep she did have been plagued with nightmares so she had wanted to take a nap before dinner. Normally on such a night, she'd crawl into bed with Tig but for some reason she got the impression that he didn't want her there so she'd stayed in bed alone, tossing and turning, sleepless and scared, her suspicions about Tig confirmed when he didn't come and check on her... She couldn't help but feel a little annoyed with him, hurt, especially when just ten minutes after she'd dozed off he was knocking at her door. She cursed at him as she clambered out of bed, rubbing her tired eyes. Her anger soon died away however when she opened her bedroom door and spotted Chibs sitting on the couch, a dozen white roses in his hand, a loving smile on his lips.

"Chibs..." she grinned as she hurried over to him, arms finding their way around his waist as he stood and snaked an arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "What are you doing here?" she asked before kissing him softly, pushing his sunglasses up off his face so she could stare deep into his warm brown eyes.

"Yeh told me once that yeh wished a guy would be satisfied with 'bringin' a girl flowers and a goodnight kiss'." Chibs grinned, recalling the night they had first kissed when Boo had said those exact words to him. They had been on his mind for a few days now, since she'd shown up at his apartment and they'd had amazing sex... he wanted Boo to know that it wasn't 'all about sex' with him, he wanted her to know he wanted her for her, body, mind and all. So he was taking her on a date, he had brought her flowers and he was going to end the night with little more than a goodnight kiss."Well, here's the flowers..." he said as he pressed the vase of a dozen white roses into Boo's hands. "Yeh'll get yer goodnight kiss after we've been teh dinner." He added with a sly wink and a smirk.

"Chibs, they're beautiful, thank you." Boo grinned as she accepted the flowers, her heart fluttering wildly as she inhaled their sweet scent. She wondered if Chibs' knew that white roses were her favourite flower... "You didn't have to get roses, I'd have been happy with any flowers..." she said as she placed them on the side, shifting the roses this way and that until they sat in a collective disorder that Boo found most pleasing to the eye. Roses were expensive; especially when pre arranged in such a beautiful vase... she'd much rather Chibs' have picked out a cheaper, brightly coloured spray that would sit cheerily on her bedroom windowsill in the Buffy glass that she often filled with flowers from Gemma's garden. Still, she did love white roses...

"I wanted teh give yeh roses teh symbolise the fact that yer English... white because of yer youth and innocence." Chibs explained as his fingers found Boo's hair. He absentmindedly ran his fingers through her dark mane as he watched her play around with the flowers, a smile on his lips. Boo was his sweet English rose. With her dark curls, pale skin and flushed cheeks she was the embodiment of English beauty, youthful and up until a few days previously when he had stolen her virtue away, innocent. "I know yeh like all that symbolic shit..." he added with a swift shrug of his shoulders. Boo seemed to like things that were symbolical and meaningful, she'd once brought a stuffed 'Tigger' toy from a thrift shop wearing little dungarees' and holding a tool box because it reminded her of Tig, when she was feeling blue she like to snack on KitKat's because they reminded her of her nana Kit who had apparently earned that name not because she was called Kit, but because she always brought her granddaughter KitKats and that was a comfort too her.