I Don't Know How It Gets Better Than This

The Best Thing That's Ever Been Mine - Fluff

Winter was itching to leave work today. The brown haired man tapped his foot anxiously as he watched the clock. Two more minutes and he could leave. He had big plans for himself and Autumn. He was planning a romantic night for them in honor of their anniversary.

He'd bought two bottles of the best wine he could find, and all the ingredients he needed for their favourite meal. Winter really wanted to get it all set up before Autumn got home. He was even leaving slightly earlier than his angel to make sure she'd come home to a wonderful surprise.

Winter sighed with relief as the clock showed him it was time for him to leave. He walked briskly to the staff room, grabbed his stuff. He was halfway to the door when he realized he'd forgotten to check in with Marjorie.

Winter pushed up his glasses as he turned to head back towards the office. "Marjorie?" He asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in Winter." The manager's voice said, inviting the man in.

"Hi Marjorie..." He started, stopping to take a quick scan of the room. He was determined to make it a surprise. "I know I already asked about this earlier, but are you still okay to stall Autumn for a bit after work?"

"Yep all good, I already have a plan." The manager said, smiling brightly at him. She loved being a part of romantic surprises.

"Jolly good. Thank you Marjorie." Winter said gratefully, as he exited the office.

Winter walked out of the building and nearly ran to his car. He drove home quickly, his mind racing with how the night would go. The excitement he felt made the 15 minute drive seem like it took hours. When Winter finally got home he all but jumped out of the car. The man ran to the door, unlocking it as quickly as humanly possible.

Winter felt his heart race as he rushed to get everything out from the box he'd hidden in their basement. It had everything he needed for tonight. The black rose petals, the new black candle sticks, the gold candle holders, the mini tea candles and even his hand crafted gift. He smiled as he carried the box up the stairs, his chest heaving from carrying the box up the steps. He sighed, gently placing the box on their kitchen island. Winter pulled out his phone and headphones and began to play a compilation of Madonna songs, taking out the bag of black rose petals.

He sprinkled them from the entrance of their house to the table, making sure that they formed a clear path. He then outlined the path with the small tea candles, switching them on as he placed them down. The place looked like a scene straight out of a romance movie. He smiled, pleased with his work.

Winter hummed as he sprinkled the remaining petals over the surface of the table before setting up the candles. He centered the candles on the side of the table. He knew he wanted to have candles for the night, but he wanted, no he needed, to be able to see his love's beautiful face. Winter needed to be able to see how her hair would gently flow over her shoulder, and he needed to see how her already beautiful eyes somehow became even more beautiful in the candlelight. God he couldn't wait for tonight. He placed the finishing touches on the decor, putting away the box before cooking them dinner. He was making their favorite meal, spaghetti with marinara sauce. He knew Autumn always told him that she loved the meal even if it was made with regular store bought sauce, but he was determined to make homemade sauce tonight. The sauce that he knew always made her moan at every bite. The type of moans that made him want to tear her clothes from her body. Winter shook the thought from his mind, dancing around the kitchen as he grabbed the ingredients he needed.

He did a little spin, twirling as he moved across the kitchen, setting down the two cans of crushed tomatoes. He'd bobbed his head, swaying to the music as he prepared all the ingredients as he heated up the pan. Winter hummed quietly as he crushed up the tomatoes, mixing all the other ingredients into the sauce. After a while he tasted the sauce. "Perfect!" He thought to himself. It tasted exactly the way it had the first time he had made it for Autumn.