Employed by the Big Shot

Cards

You've completely gone into your own world. A world full of butterflies and rainbows and no one else but you and him. When he suddenly stops his wonderfully wonderful barrage of kisses on your neck, you feel like you've been brutally ripped out of that world like waking up from a dream.

"I..WaNT 2 APOLOGISE. FOR-"

You kiss up to his ear with additional soft bites, saying breathily "No, no, it's okay. It wasn't your fault, I could've been better too. Everything's okay.". He hums and relaxes back. You pop open his top few buttons to trail slowly down his chest. As much as you don't want to, you stop when you feel his heartbeat against your lips.

You place a hand there and pet his hair. "Are you feeling okay, love?" You kiss his forehead and smile, trying not to seem as worried as you are.

"FINE, DoLL. JUst..." He rubs the side of his face, pressing into his temple. "-A BiT-"

You feel as though you've been selfish. You hop off of him and take his hands in yours. "You must be so tried, come to bed with me? Or, tell me what I can do to make you more comfortable?" You then list everything under the sun you can think of.

His eyelids droop down and seem like they're a pain to lift back up. He nods softly. You're still full of energy, so you yank him up with the force of a tsunami and basically carry him to his bed, promising to make the best tea ever made, make the pillows fluffier than they've ever been, and to be the funniest you've ever been, since laughter is the best medicine, after all.

You consider making him swear not to forget you while you make a drink, but it's too soon even for you. You remake the tea until it tastes like liquid gold, and take the pack of cards with you back to him. You kiss the bridge of his nose and tell him one more time you'll be right back. This gift isn't going to show itself!

You get changed unbelievably fast. You wonder if you should be a competitive runner with the speeds your hitting. Your get up is a hot, eye catching red to match the suit you bought. You take a glance in the mirror before sprinting off to deliver the gift with style. You look damn expensive. Though, you'd expect nothing less after paying the pretty penny you did.

You whistle 'here comes the bride' as you prance into the room, tossing the lid off and presenting the box with a little bow and cheery grin. He looks stunned. You look tasty, he knows it, you know it. His pupils have dilated and is wearing a flustered smile. Eventually, after being guided by your gaze, he lays eyes on the present. He takes it and looks happy. It makes your heart flutter with glee.

"You like it?" You jump onto the bed, holding your head in your hands and kicking your legs.

"OF COURSE i I Do." He ruffles the top of your hair. "THAnk YOU, [Love]." Rubbing his thumb along your cheek, he adds "We'LL BE THE TALK OF THE TOWN, TONIGHT."

You bounce up and start playing with his hair after setting the box aside, giving him different partings and styles, to his slight dismay. "As much as I want that, you need to rest." You're not giving him the option of disagreeing, so you put a finger on his mouth and pull out the cards. "No ifs of buts about it! Now, check this out, I've been practicing."

You fan out the deck. "Pick a card! Any card!"

You can tell by his expression he has no faith in you whatsoever to pull this off. He plasters on a pitiful 'okay, sweetie, sure' smile and picks a card. You set the rest down and start tapping your chin with your eyes closed. "Mhm, mhm. Ah, I've got it! Your card... Is..." You clap. "Two of spades!"

Honestly, you have no idea what you're doing. You're praying for a lucky guess and are fully faking your confidence. His jaw drops. You look equally, if not more, utterly shocked. No way. Did you really guess it right? "I got it?!" You squeal.