birthday dinner for two

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with the pandemic in full swing, drew's 28th birthday was celebrated privately within his and derrielle's shared apartment. following charleston covid guidelines, of course. an intimate date night that the writer worked tirelessly for:

an italian styled candlelit dinner set for two under twinkling fairy lights and splashes of a dedicate pinot. the same wine they first had together at the restaurant about a year and a half ago. the subtle smell of roses permeates through the air. the living room spacious with only a small makeshift dining table dead center. the dark oak glinting under the dim lighting, with dark green place mats on each side. ceramic plates with gold trimmings, silver utensils and already filled wine glasses await for the couple to begin their meal: caesar salad lightly tossed with dressing, a bowl of penne alla vodka, and warm garlic and buttered toast on the side.

derrielle told drew to wear something fancy, like they were going to go somewhere. she kept him locked in their bedroom for as long as she could as soon as they came back from set. she was in a total rush trying to set up her man's birthday dinner that she forgot to change her clothes... leaving her to barge into their shared room like a frazzled mess.

drew sits on the edge of their bed, legs wide and dress shoes easily touching the floor. he's wearing a dark blue suit, his fingers fiddling with the cuff links of his jacket. dark hair combed to the side, a dangling earring— a stud in the other— his signature brass ring on that pinky. if elle didn't have dinner to eat she would've crawled onto his lap right then and there.

"dinner is ready but don't go out there yet." she waves hello, eyeing him before quickly turning to her dresser and hastily pulling out drawers.

"are you sure you don't need my help, darling?" drew asks, standing up from the bed and walking over to his girl, who is strewing her clothes over the floor.

"no~!" elle turns, accidentally stepping on a skirt and almost falling but drew is there to stabilize her. he chuckles at her clumsiness, which earns him a bashful smile as a thanks.

"no, i got it, baby," she finishes, patting him on the chest. it is here, in his clutch, that she fully registers what her greek god of a boyfriend is wearing.

"what.. what are you wearing?" her voice raspy and out of breath, as she notices his silver chain on his chest. the same one he wore on the dance floor. the same one she sucked on to keep her moans from escaping from that dingy bathroom.

drew grins cheekily and shrugs, "something simple." his hands sliding off her elbows and into her hands. his thumbs drawing circles around her knuckles— slightly cursing at himself because he should be playing with an engagement ring, not an empty finger.

"simply gorgeous." elle comments, her teeth snagging her bottom lip as she smiles softly. she lips her hands away from his, to rest them gently on the back of his neck. she pulls him down, holding his face and kissing him.

drew releases a moan he didn't know he was holding, pulling at her waist so that she's pressed up against him, chest to chest. slipping her some tongue, tasting that cherry chapstick he's grown to love, he pulls away before she can fully mess up his hair.

"that's all you, derry," he mumbles against her grinning lips. "you could wear a trash bag and still sweep me off my feet."

derrielle cackles, tilting her head back and shaking her head. "still corny as ever, my love." she steps away, but drew's hands won't let go. "i wouldn't be caught dead in a sack."

he laughs along with her, paddling his fingers on her hips like he's playing a piano. "maybe you should check the closet."

elle tilts her head, looking up at her boyfriend with curiosity. "i thought i already did."

drew nods, spinning his girlfriend around and lightly pushing her towards their closet. "check it again."

derrielle giggles, slowly walking towards the closet. pulling the door open, she stills for a moment, trying to figure out what she missed, until a certain sparkle catches her eye from the dark corner, hidden behind a winter coat.

"fuckkk me!" her voice jumping up to a higher pitch, squealing in excitement. digging into the closet, she pulls out a sparkling black dress. "drewseph!! i fucking love you."

"soon, ma cherie." drew laughs, straightening up and combing his hair back with his fingers. he watches as elle's nose scrunches up in agreement before scurrying to the bathroom to change.

"we must have dinner, then i'll have you for dessert."

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"dinner was delicious, derry. thank you for making it." drew says, wiping some excess sauce away from his lips with a napkin.

"pleasures all mine, darling." derrielle flirts with her eyes, her smile hidden in a wine glass. she feels so warm. maybe it's the alcohol. maybe it's his ice cold eyes watching her every move.

"i really do appreciate your effort, elle," he leans forward, grabbing her hand and holding it— meaning every word. "i've had a great birthday."

"had? it's not over yet," elle copies his movements, leaning forward and rubbing faint circles around his knuckles. her touch leaving chills down his spine.

"oh really?" drew smirks, grabbing his glass of pinot, and raising it to meet hers in a quiet gesture.

"mhmm." their glasses clink, silence following as they drink but never break eye contact.

elle is the first to finish sipping, "there's cake in the fridge."

drew finishes the rest, eyeing her up and down. "just in the fridge?"

elle giggles, "shaddup." squeezing his hand before standing up to take his plate — but he's too fast and grabs her wrist instead. drew pulls her into his lap, her thigh from the slit of the dress peaking out.

"make me."

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