The Proposal

"Hey, Fi? Can you come here?" Rhys called out to the woman from the office in their large apartment. To say that he was nervous would be the biggest understatement of the century—he wouldn't be surprised if he had a panic attack while trying to ask Fiona his "important" question. It was huge and would change their lives for a long damn time. No matter what her answer was, it would make things very different for them.

Fiona quickly made her way to where her boyfriend was, both eyebrows raised slightly in confusion. Rhys almost never needed her to go into his office, and the fact that he suddenly needed her made her... Nervous, to say the least. Once she entered the room, she leaned slightly against his desk. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing, nothing. Nothing's wrong." Rhys let out a shaky breath—he'd be lucky if he didn't pass out before asking the woman the question. "I just... I just needed to ask you something..." Trailing off slightly, he reached into a nearby drawer, rummaging throughout it while his eyes never once left the woman in front of him. Once he found the item he needed, he perked up slightly, keeping his hand inside of the drawer.

"Okaaaay...?" Fiona was confused. It was written all over her face. Rhys mentally cursed himself out for making this so awkward. It was supposed to be romantic, dammit! "Okay, uh, shoot."

Rhys let out a soft breath. Good, he hadn't screwed it up completely. "Uh, okay. Okay,
cool." He slowly pulled out a small box out of the drawer he had been digging around in. If Fiona's eyebrows raised any further, they'd be past her hairline. Rhys slowly slid out of his chair, kneeling on one knee in front of Fiona.

"Rhys?" Fiona tilted her head slightly. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Rhys just smiled widely in response as he very slowly opened the box (what can he say, he just wanted to make it dramatic).

"Fiona?" He began, a shaky breath escaped his lips, although it was much more confident than the previous shaky breaths. "Ever since I met you, I knew that it was destiny. Had I never met you, my life wouldn't be as perfect as it is now. Sure, we have our differences. And sure, we get into fights a lot. But I am in love with you Fiona. I don't want to spend another moment of my life without knowing for sure if you'll stay with me. So, Fi, sweetheart, will you make me the happiest man in the galaxy and marry me?"

Fiona simply stared at him, shock and disbelief in her eyes. She quickly shook her head (to clear her thoughts, Rhys hoped) before her lips curled up slightly. Fiona then started nodding enthusiastically, wide grin on her lips and tears of intense joy threatening to spill. Rhys grinned so hard that his cheeks hurt as he quickly slipped the ring onto Fiona's ring finger.

Rhys stood back up as fast as he could, wanting to kiss Fiona hard enough to make her forget her name. He was happy. So fucking happy that this amazingly beautiful woman actually wanted to marry him. Rhys was so lost in his thoughts of this perfect woman that he didn't realize that Fiona had grabbed the lapels of his shirt, pulling him closer to press a firm kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to realize what was going on, but Rhys's hands soon found her waist, pulling her so close that there was no room between the pair.

After what felt like forever, Fiona finally pulled away, lightly tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth as she did so (Rhys would've moaned in response, but he didn't want to give her that kind of satisfaction. Not yet, at least). Fiona's lips then found their way to Rhys's tattooed neck, lips ghosting over marked skin. "I," a kiss on his jawline, "friggin'," a kiss just below his jawline, "love," a kiss just above his tattoo, "you," a kiss on his tattoo, "Rhys." Finally, a firm kiss to his collarbone, Fiona's teeth experimentally scraping along the flesh and bone.

Rhys let out a sigh, breath shaky and face red from the arousal. He loved her so much. He didn't know how or why, but he was certain that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this beautifully talented woman who, despite everything, still loved him. "I... I friggin' love you, too." Rhys's lips curled up just as Fiona's did.

Yeah, he was in love with her.