You pause mid-sentence when you hear Lydia singing.
"In the black of the night 'til the red morning light." She sways into the bedroom, pulling her hair out of its band and letting it fall about her shoulders.
"Is that my shirt?" You ask, pointing at the navy shirt, that barely grazes her thighs.
She bites down on her lip and gives you a small smile. "Yeah, you mind?"
You pull at the end of the shirt, bringing her on to the bed with you. "No." You kiss her, your fingers tracing circles on her exposed leg.
She pulls away, resting her forehead against yours. "Hey hey you're givin' all your cinnamon away." She sings quietly. "I have something for you." She whispers.
"Really?" You smirk and press your lips to hers.
"Not that!" She pulls away and swats your arm. She turns and leans over to pull open her bedside drawers. She pulls out a black box. "Here." She hands it to you.
"What is it?"
"Open it." She smiles.
"No." You look up at her. "I mean, what's it for?"
"Oh." She tucks her hair behind her ear. "A late birthday present."
"Lyds, I told you I didn't want-"
"Fine." She interrupts you. "It's to say thank you for being completely awesome in bed." She laughs. "I saw it and thought of you." She shrugs as you open the box.
"A notebook." You glance at her as you lift the black notebook from the box.
"A moleskine." She clarifies. "Hemingway used one."
You nod. "I know."
"I figured you could used it."
"For?"
"Jess hearts Lydia doodles." She rolls her eyes. "You're a writer. I'm sure you'll find some use for it."
"Okay."
"I don't mean you have to write anything. But in my limited knowledge of literature, I know that your book, your writing, was good."
You rasie an eyebrow at her, but remain quiet.
"It was." She continues. "I can't finish bad books. But if it was a fluke, then the I heart Lydia doodles will do." She grins.
"I've been writing." You tell her, flipping through the pages.
"You have." You can hear her smile, but don't dare look up.
"Yeah. But it's...I don't what it is yet." You tell her, but you know it's gonna be about... New York, Stars Hollow... 'Holly'. You look up at her and give her the smallest hint of a smile. "This is better than loose leaf and napkins."
"Good." She laughs, leaning in to kiss you.
"You still didn't need to get me anything."
"It's a notebook. Hardly breaking the bank." She rolls her eyes, and then glances down at your hand, still on her leg. "So, you really okay with me wearing your shirt." She asks, popping the collar.
"Well, since you've asked..." You grin, unbuttoning the top few buttons and kissing along her jawline, letting your lips find the pulse point on her neck.
Slipping the shirt off her shoulders, her fingers find the hem of your t-shirt. "Off." She whispers, pushing the shirt up. "God, you're a cheap date." She laughs, pushing you back onto the bed. "Maybe next week, I'll buy you a pen set."
