Ship Happens

September X Gwyn

The night was rainy and dreary but somehow felt perfect and intimate as they drove home from their date. There were very few people roaming about despite it being a Friday night downtown and the temperature wasn't cold, just warm enough. Gwyn sat quietly in the passenger seat as her boyfriend drove them back to their apartment, the silence didn't feel off and she just sat with the person she absolutely adored and absorbed all of the love radiating from them.

The date had been perfect, they went out and had an amazing dinner for their third anniversary. With the lack of people out, it had kept the restaurant from being noisy and they could talk amongst themselves without struggling to hear him. She had her platinum blonde hair pulled into a bun trailed by braids and had spent a good amount of time making her makeup look nice. She was also wearing a very tight black dress with a high slit at the side and heels that didn't let her be any closer to her boyfriend's height. The dress itself didn't have any sleeves, which showed off her chest a little more but her boyfriend didn't seem to mind. He was wearing a nice buttoned suit that had occasionally drove her mind to wander a little since she always craved to see what was hidden beneath his clothing.

September had been focusing on the road but had felt the presence of her hazel eyes on him, so of course he looked over. She smiled at him with painted red lips, and he sweetly smiled back.

"I can't believe you have dealt with me for three years," she said lightheartedly, but his smile faltered briefly as he looked back to the road.

"I haven't dealt with you for three years, you act like I don't want to be with you when you say things like that," he answered genuinely.

She laughed a little. "I'm just messing with you." Her voice dropped to a serious tone as she said, "you know I love you, right?"

His eyes flicked back to her as the smile as his face became as comforting as a fire on a snowy day. He smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, and I love you, too."

She felt butterflies in her stomach as they continued their drive and she couldn't help but to smile to herself in silence. Everything felt perfect despite the dreary weather. The butterflies soon became something more than just excitement, but she tried to ignore it.

When they pulled up to their apartment and Sept parked the car, he caught her staring again after Gwyn had taken her seatbelt off. He smiled calmly but she responded by leaning over to him and planting a kiss on his lips. He was quick to react by kissing her back and cupping her cheek with his hand to keep her close. The kiss lasted longer than Gwyn had originally intended, but she was not there to allot any complaints. When they pulled away, desperate for air, she looked at his lips and giggled.

"What?" he asked, confusion coating his face.

"I got lipstick on you."

His confusion left as he started to chuckle in response. He didn't say anything, but followed by Gwyn's actions and opened the door. They were met with heavy rain, which had pulled some childish laughter and giggles out of them. Gwyn quickly grabbed her dress, not wanting the hem of it to become dirty and soaked as she ran around to Sept, who quickly leaned over her with his coat open in hopes to protect her from the rain some. They carefully raced up the stairs to their apartment, hoping to be able to take shelter under the awning as the taller of the two fumbled with his keys.

They stumbled inside quickly as the door was opened, finding themselves giddy and energetic from the moments playing in the rain. Somehow, they had found themselves standing within an inch of each other, soaked and cold, but being so close had allowed for warmth for each other. Sept had taken notice of the strands of Gwyn's light hair that had escaped from the bun or braids, and they were dripping slowly. His eyes wandered to where the water was falling to and he quickly saw it was to her chest. The beads of water slid their way down to the center of her chest where they slid away between them. He didn't let his eyes stay there for too long, but made sure to meet her hazel ones again. Her makeup had stayed on perfectly, and he wasn't sure how that happened but he wasn't going to ask. He just hoped his face didn't show how warm it felt after staring at his girlfriend's cleavage.