𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after your reserved dinner date fails last minute, you and your husband decide your anniversary is better spent together in the privacy of your home.
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, established relationship, laurance and reader are married
𝐂𝐖: you both get slightly tipsy off of wine, suggestive ending
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laurance sighs, shutting the door of your shared home with a bit more force than normal. you two had returned sooner than expected, and not by choice. with your anniversary coming up, laurance had told you to relax and leave the planning to him. when this evening came, he had the both of you dress nicely and escorted you to the car, before driving the two of you to a fancy restaurant.
he had approached the host stand with an excited look in his eyes, asking her about the reservation he made. the excitement was not shared, as the hostess gave him a stressed look.
"i'm so sorry sir, whoever made the bookings last week overlapped the days and now we're completely packed. you probably won't be able to get a table tonight," she explained, her styled hair frazzled after probably getting yelled at all night by unhappy customers. "we can reschedule you if you want to come another day, and you'll get a discount. i'm so sorry."
laurance only shook his head, jaw clenched in irritation. "no, it's alright, we'll come back another time. i hope the rest of the night goes well for you."
he proceeded to apologize to you on the way home, with a pout permanently etched on his features for the whole ride.
"hon, it's okay! it's not your fault." you insist again.
"i know, but i just... wanted tonight to be special for you." he groans, approaching you and hugging you to him with an exasperated sigh.
"it's special just being with a man who cares about me so much."
he rolls his eyes, still unsatisfied. you huff out a laugh at his sassy response, leaning up on your tiptoes to give him a short but sweet kiss. you feel his shoulders slightly untense as he leans down, chasing after your lips and frowning when you lean back.
"why don't we make something nice here? i doubt that restaurant could beat your cooking anyways." you suggest with a small grin.
the hopeful look on your face was contagious as always to him, causing him to subconsciously smile back.
"i'm pretty good, but i think you may be biased." he chuckles, cheekily leaning down to kiss you again before turning you around by the hips to guide you towards the kitchen.
"alright then, what's on the menu mrs.zvahl?" he questions, his voice lifting smugly at the title.
"i don't know mr.zvahl, you're the chef here."
"i'm asking you what you want, silly." he snorts, lightly veering you to the side as he inspects the fridge for ingredients.
"why don't we honor your italian genes and have some pasta." you poke his side and lean next to him.
