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Puck kept reminding me of the romantic evening he had in store. He would not mention a thing, not even allude to a fact or thought. I expected it to be all the more enthralling. My mind raced at the possibilities all while trying to contain my excitement and focus on the conversation at hand. For a 'badass' some would not expect it, but he was very articulate.
We had finished our food about twenty minutes ago; we just sat there, talking.  The check had come and we were waiting for the waitress to come back and pick it up.  She came and left and we were on our way out the door.  We got into my car and I turned the radio on.  'Until it Beats No More' by Jenifer Lopez came on.
Puck slipped the fingers of his right hand into my left; he said in a sarcastic tone "I swear I did not request this and time it all out."  He smirked out the window and pulled out of the parking space.  He tuned up the volume, the whole car was shaking.  He held my hand, resting it on the shift stick in the center console.   He drove in silence with a smile on his face, hoping that the song would sink in.
We hit a red light, the longest on in Lima, most people avoided it, and it was never busy. He turned to me and started in on a sweet serenade "Cause I'm alive, I can breathe, I can feel, I believe.  And there ain't no doubt about it; there ain't no doubt about it.  I'm in love, and it's all because of you.  I was fading but you pulled me through.  Cause I'm awake, I survived, I was hurt, thought I died, but there ain't no doubt about it.  It's love and I have found it.  Feel the beat again.  Stronger than before.  I'm gonna give you my heart, until it beats no more."
All I could do was sit there blushing and tearing up.  He just smiled even more genuine as he sang.
"Whatever you want me to, I'm gonna see it through.  All that I ever do.  Never stop loving you" He gently pulled my hand up towards his lips, he skimmed it lightly; it was yielding, but it spoke volumes.
"Reach in the backseat, there is something there for you."
I arched my back and felt around on the floor, and then I caught it.  I pulled it up to the front seat and revealed it to myself.  A single crimson rose.
I melted into my seat and closed my eyes.  We said nothing else on the ride home.
**
When we arrived home, Puck yet again scrambled around the car to open my door.  We walked hand in hand up to the front door.  He opened the door and guided me in before him.
"It's around 11:30, why don't you go get changed for bed, I have to take the garbage out."
"Ok, have fun" I chimed, glad I didn't have to do it, he knows I hate doing it.
I walked down the hall towards the bedroom, un-knotting my tie as I went.  I laid everything out neatly on a chair. I stood there in my underwear and surveyed my dresser drawer contents.  I noticed something slightly out of place, one of Pucks shirts.  I picked it up and unfolded it.  I held it up and looked it over, one of Pucks t-shirts from the college he went to.  I held it up to my chest; it was big; not that I really cared.  It looked warm, comfortable, and welcoming.  I slid it over my head and looked in the mirror; I swam in the shirt in an oddly cute kind of way.  I decided that if Puck's t-shirt was comfy, then his sweats must be too.  I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants and slid into them too.  I decided that I would top it all off with his favorite hoodie.  It was a thick dark blue hoodie; he had owned it for quite some time.  I was warm buried in all of Pucks clothes.  The sleeves on the hoodie went just past my finger tips and I stepped on the pant legs a bit as I walked.  I messed up my hair a little more, I don't really know why.  I walked into the hallway, feeling tired.  I found Puck in the kitchen writing.  He had heard me walk in but he kept looking at his paper.
"Babe are you ever coming to bed?" I yawned and lazily rubbed one of my eyes.
"Sure thing babe, I just gotta..." he trailed off as he looked up at me.  He looked like a boy who got a puppy for his birthday.  He took off his glasses and looked me up and down.
"Wearing my clothes eh?" He smiled serenely.
"Yup." I yawned
He got up and walked around the table.  I held out my arms and he held onto my waist.  I jumped up and curled around his body like a child.  I didn't care how childish it was; I wanted to be close to him. He clamped his hands under my backside and hoisted me up a little farther.  I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head on his shoulder.  He was used to doing this.  He carried me down the hall to the bedroom, laid me down on the bed, and pulled up the covers.  He disappeared for a few minutes and came back in a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt.  He slid under the covers and cuddled up next to me.
I cracked open my eyes and he whispered to me "You are the cutest thing in the world when you wear my clothes."
"Is that so?" I questioned in a sleepy haze.
"The truth." He smiled.
"I guess I should do it more often."  I rolled over and buried my face in his chest.  It was warm.  I think I could call this the happiest day of my life.

Description
Puck kept reminding me of the romantic evening he had in store. He would not mention a thing, not even allude to a fact or thought. I expected it to be all the more enthralling. My mind raced at the possibilities all while trying to contain my excitement and focus on the conversation at hand. For a 'badass' some would not expect it, but he was very articulate.
We had finished our food about twenty minutes ago; we just sat there, talking.  The check had come and we were waiting for the waitress to come back and pick it up.  She came and left and we were on our way out the door.  We got into my car and I turned the radio on.  'Until it Beats No More' by Jenifer Lopez came on.
Puck slipped the fingers of his right hand into my left; he said in a sarcastic tone "I swear I did not request this and time it all out."  He smirked out the window and pulled out of the parking space.  He tuned up the volume, the whole car was shaking.  He held my hand, resting it on the shift stick in the center console.   He drove in silence with a smile on his face, hoping that the song would sink in.
We hit a red light, the longest on in Lima, most people avoided it, and it was never busy. He turned to me and started in on a sweet serenade "Cause I'm alive, I can breathe, I can feel, I believe.  And there ain't no doubt about it; there ain't no doubt about it.  I'm in love, and it's all because of you.  I was fading but you pulled me through.  Cause I'm awake, I survived, I was hurt, thought I died, but there ain't no doubt about it.  It's love and I have found it.  Feel the beat again.  Stronger than before.  I'm gonna give you my heart, until it beats no more."
All I could do was sit there blushing and tearing up.  He just smiled even more genuine as he sang.
"Whatever you want me to, I'm gonna see it through.  All that I ever do.  Never stop loving you" He gently pulled my hand up towards his lips, he skimmed it lightly; it was yielding, but it spoke volumes.
"Reach in the backseat, there is something there for you."
I arched my back and felt around on the floor, and then I caught it.  I pulled it up to the front seat and revealed it to myself.  A single crimson rose.
I melted into my seat and closed my eyes.  We said nothing else on the ride home.
**
When we arrived home, Puck yet again scrambled around the car to open my door.  We walked hand in hand up to the front door.  He opened the door and guided me in before him.
"It's around 11:30, why don't you go get changed for bed, I have to take the garbage out."
"Ok, have fun" I chimed, glad I didn't have to do it, he knows I hate doing it.
I walked down the hall towards the bedroom, un-knotting my tie as I went.  I laid everything out neatly on a chair. I stood there in my underwear and surveyed my dresser drawer contents.  I noticed something slightly out of place, one of Pucks shirts.  I picked it up and unfolded it.  I held it up and looked it over, one of Pucks t-shirts from the college he went to.  I held it up to my chest; it was big; not that I really cared.  It looked warm, comfortable, and welcoming.  I slid it over my head and looked in the mirror; I swam in the shirt in an oddly cute kind of way.  I decided that if Puck's t-shirt was comfy, then his sweats must be too.  I walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of grey sweat pants and slid into them too.  I decided that I would top it all off with his favorite hoodie.  It was a thick dark blue hoodie; he had owned it for quite some time.  I was warm buried in all of Pucks clothes.  The sleeves on the hoodie went just past my finger tips and I stepped on the pant legs a bit as I walked.  I messed up my hair a little more, I don't really know why.  I walked into the hallway, feeling tired.  I found Puck in the kitchen writing.  He had heard me walk in but he kept looking at his paper.
"Babe are you ever coming to bed?" I yawned and lazily rubbed one of my eyes.
"Sure thing babe, I just gotta..." he trailed off as he looked up at me.  He looked like a boy who got a puppy for his birthday.  He took off his glasses and looked me up and down.
"Wearing my clothes eh?" He smiled serenely.
"Yup." I yawned
He got up and walked around the table.  I held out my arms and he held onto my waist.  I jumped up and curled around his body like a child.  I didn't care how childish it was; I wanted to be close to him. He clamped his hands under my backside and hoisted me up a little farther.  I wrapped my arms around his back and rested my head on his shoulder.  He was used to doing this.  He carried me down the hall to the bedroom, laid me down on the bed, and pulled up the covers.  He disappeared for a few minutes and came back in a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt.  He slid under the covers and cuddled up next to me.
I cracked open my eyes and he whispered to me "You are the cutest thing in the world when you wear my clothes."
"Is that so?" I questioned in a sleepy haze.
"The truth." He smiled.
"I guess I should do it more often."  I rolled over and buried my face in his chest.  It was warm.  I think I could call this the happiest day of my life.