A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Chapter XXXVIII: It Had To Be You

July.

I hate July.

Or rather, I hate my birthday.

As I've said every year.

I opened my eyes and looked at the blurry clock on my nightstand. It was going on nine in the morning. Instead of sunshine hitting our bedroom window, it was rain. 

Which made no difference to me. 

I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep but when I tried I saw Angus McKinnon standing beside the bed with the biggest smile on his beautiful face. I groaned and covered myself with the pillow. 

"Happy birthday," he said and I groaned again. "Aw, don't be like that, today's a good day. We're both thirty years old now, ya' know."

Thanks for the reminder, Ang. 

He gently removed the pillow so I wouldn't smother myself. I stared at him. Once my vision focused I was surprised to see him all dressed up. A nice button up shirt tucked into his jeans and he was even wearing a tie. 

Okay, so he looked rather cute. I'd hear what he had to say. 

"I've got a surprise for ya'," he said with a cheeky little grin. "Wanna see?"

"Do I?" I asked and he laughed. 

"Hang on, I've gotta..." He reached under the bed and pulled out a small record player I'd never seen before. "...set things up..." He hooked it up to the wall and I could see there was already a record inside. "Jus' bought this," he said. "Found it the other day an'...got a little idea."

I watched as he waited for the music to play. And I actually burst out laughing as some burlesque rendition of a classic song started playing. Tears came to my eyes when Angus straightened out from crouching on the floor and started undoing his tie. 

"What's so funny?" he asked with a big fat grin on his face. He danced a little bit and slid his tie off his shoulder and dropped it on my head. "Somethin' ticklin' ya', sweetheart?"

I couldn't even answer him. As shitty as I felt Angus still managed to perk me up for a few minutes. I took the tie off my head and tossed it to the foot of the bed. Angus got to work on the buttons on his shirt and I realised why he was all dressed up in the first place. One by one the buttons came loose. Pulling the hem out from his jeans he slipped it off his shoulders and started waving it like a flag. 

"Get a good look, love," he said turning in a circle. The music was getting saucy and I was an absolute beetroot. "Thirty years old an' still kickin'."

Angus was a rather attractive man. I'd never really considered the human body to be appealing nor was I ever interested in getting close to one. Until I met the most wonderful man in the world who was right now hanging his shirt over my head. It fell off behind me and I clapped, laughing again. 

His hands moved down to his belt and he started to pull it loose. For a second he stopped dancing and watched what he was doing. "There, got it," he said slowly slipping his jeans off. He stepped out of them and I hid my face again. "What's all this hidin' for, then? Shy?" He carefully took my hands in his and brought them away from my face, kissing my knuckles. The song wasn't finished yet but Angus appeared to be. After giving a quick tease by pulling down the waistband of his minuscule pants and one last...dare I say, ballerina twirl, he tackled me in a hug and climbed into bed next to me. He covered my face with kisses. "Happy birthday, love," he said laughing. 

I squirmed around as his lips tickled my skin. After he let up I relaxed against him, nuzzling my face in his neck. "Thanks for that," I mumbled.

"Cheer you up any?"