DICK GRAYSONNot him arriving at @QuipsAndDrumsticks' door with a birthday cake.
...even though he knows it's not her birthday.
Gwen Stacy@TheFlyingTitan Her door is his door.. Bedroom door? Let’s go with that.
To which she pokes her head out.
“…A Birthday cake?”
@QuipsAndDrumsticks “Yeah! I wanted to celebrate you today!”
Cue that big ol' grin, as if to show that he was very obviously aware of her not having a birthday that day.
@TheFlyingTitan The childlike wonder within her baby blues was evident as he looked at the dessert.
She wasn’t going to tell him she didn’t -want- cake.. that would be a gigantic lie.
To which she would reach out and take the box from him.
“You didn’t want any, right?”
Her tone in jest as she pulled the box to her chest.
@QuipsAndDrumsticks “You can have it all if I get to cuddle you on the couch while you eat it?”
He mused, softly stepping behind her to massage her shoulders. He ironically did get it for her mostly; he figured an ice cream cake would be the perfect treat for his lover.
@TheFlyingTitan His hands against her shoulders caused an instantaneous relaxation to course through her body, visibly so and she would nod.
“Did you have to -ask-?”
Gwen would ask as if it were the most obvious request possible.
@QuipsAndDrumsticks “Fair. Still, makes it fun if there's some stakes.”
He teased, pecking her cheek softly. Hopefully the spiders would enjoy the cake too.
For now? He just kept massaging; she deserved the TLC.
@TheFlyingTitan It was an off thing, sharing space with a symbiote that she often needed to think about. However, what she did know is that the spiders would not enjoy cake, but to heck with them.
She ate corn dogs on a regular basis for -herself,- and supplemented tree bark food for them regularly. She was going to enjoy the darn cake.
As he massaged her shoulders, Gwen felt her body lean into his in its relaxed state and she smiled at his cheek kiss.
“Before you make me -actually- pass the—
@TheFlyingTitan —heck out, I’m going over -there-.”
She would step away from his massaging hands, excitedly walking away with her dessert, the smell of cold and cake permeating her nostrils.
Though, she would pause and turn around, moving the box to one hand and reaching the other out to take his hand in hers. She then nearly dragged him to the couch.
@QuipsAndDrumsticks And of course he'd follow. He'd simply admire how she moved through the space, her quirky nature only drawing his attention to her in all the best ways.
This temporary co-habitating was certainly a new change of pace for him. But he truly couldn't think of anything better.
Hell, she even managed to make him laugh every single day. Like, belly laughing. She was so perfect, and he'd reminisce on it as he flopped beside her on the couch. Gazing at her the way she saw the cake.
@TheFlyingTitan Sitting criss cross on the couch, box in her lap which she opens.
Hues glance sideways at him, knowing he's staring and she can't help but feel a tad self conscious.
"...What?"
Her lips a small smile, a slight laugh accenting the word.
Averting her gaze from his back to the cake, sticking a finger out to swiftly scoop some frosting on to it and bring it to her lips to eat.
@QuipsAndDrumsticks “Nothin'.”
He'd grin, staring for a bit longer before hooking his arms around her right one. His head laid upon her shoulder with a deep sigh.
Could this get any better?
Everything seemed...great. No arguments, no complaints. Nothing. Just...actual pure bliss.
@TheFlyingTitan "Mhm.."
She would say, not really believing him with her finger of frosting in her mouth. Though she tilted her head to lay upon his with a soft smile.
@QuipsAndDrumsticks “We could...always go universe hopping?”
He offered to her, his voice soft like a murmur. He was earnest, but he mostly was curious about her reaction. It was the first time he suggested such an idea.