[It's Valentine's Day. Somehow, the pressure on Marc to do something impressive and romantic is so much higher than it's ever been. He has to make it worthwhile, he has to leave an impact. Even if they won't remember when they go home, that's no excuse to half-ass it now.
So he dresses up real nice, and he takes Layla out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. But that's only step one of his plans. Once the food (and wine!)'s been finished, he asks Layla to put on a blindfold, so she won't see their destination till they're there. A big ask, maybe, but Marc's willing to put his pride aside and use the Cat Bus for faster travel. They arrive at the burrows in Lapine in no time at all. Marc managed to rent one for the night, just for the occasion. They'll be out of Steven's hair, and it's a nice change of setting.
Taking Layla by the hand as they exit the Cat Bus, he leads her up to the burrow in question, looking back at her every so often to make sure she's not peeking or at risk of tripping.]
[Layla doesn't expect much to be honest. Valentine's day was never a very important holiday to her and Marc had never put in too much effort for it before, so she doesn't expect anything... fancy. Still, when she catches sight of what Marc plans to wear she moves to match him, dressing in a navy pants suit with a long peplum.
The fancy dinner was good, being wined and dined definitely about the extent of what she expects. The blindfold.. was this a new kink? She puts it on with some trepidation but puts it on all the same. What was he planning?
Holding his hand, she carefully follows him, she wants to peek so bad, but resists with the strength she didn't know she was capable of.]
[The blindfold could be a new kink, if Layla wants it to be later. He's sure they find a way to make use of it. Marc's thoughts aren't going there right now, though! All his attention is on making sure Layla's comfortable, excited, and ready to be wowed. ...Or disappointed. He's pretty sure she'll like this, but he can never be fully convinced of his gambles until he sees results.]
Oh, I see. No pressure, huh? [It's 80% a tease and 20% an 'oh shit I hope I don't fuck up' type of remark.] I guess if you hate it, we can always go home and watch Bee Movie instead.
[Almost there. Just a few more steps, and then he can bring her to a halt, turning her to face the cute little Shire-like home.]
Absolutely not! I refuse that watch that hot garbage.
[But she does squeeze his hand reassuringly. Because he knows her well enough to have something up his sleeve. What she's not sure but she was excited to find out what it was. Though being led blindfolded was not really as romantic as it seemed.
She lets herself get turned around and now she's scared to open her eyes.]
[Due to the turning around motion, both of Marc's hands are left positioned on Layla's shoulders. He moves to stand behind her, grinning.]
I dunno... I'm kinda tempted now to cancel the whole thing just 'cause you called one of my favorite movies hot garbage. [He's joking! ... Or is he???] But you know what? Just 'cause it's you, I'll let the transgression slide. Go on, you can look.
I'll kick your ass if you do. [She's joking... or is she????
But she smiles warmly when he says she can look, so she pulls off the blindfold and looks, there is a second of just looking, eyes curious but unsure and then she realizes what she's looking at.]
Oh! You brought me to the Shire?! Marc!
[She looks around Delightedly.] It's just like Lord of the Rings!
[Bold of Layla to assume an ass kicking from her is a threat. Maybe she'll play right into his hands if she does that.
Still! Shire! Layla looks and sounds very enthusiastic, and that alone causes Marc to experience a surge of extra relief. Hell yes, he nailed it again. See, he's not so bad at this when he puts the effort in.]
That one right in front of us- [Still standing behind Layla, he angles his arm over her shoulder so he can point straight ahead and she can see it.] -Is ours for the whole night. Our own little Hobbit hole away from home. What do you think?
[Maybe it was meant as more of a promise? Hm? Maybe they should wrestle and see who comes out on top.
She looks where he points and she leans back against him a little, smiling.]
Oh? Making sure Tut and Steven can't interrupt us?
[She teases before turning around to look at him, putting her arms on his shoulders.]
Well, I'll have you know, my plans for you tonight aren't very Lord of the Rings appropriate. Though if you want to call me Arwen, I won't mind calling you Aragorn.
[This is one of the reasons why Marc loves Layla so much; her incredible sense of humor that aligns so perfectly with his own. As soon as her arms slide over his shoulders, his own arms move themselves around her back to pull her in even closer.]
Mmm, let's see where the night takes us. For all we know, we'll end up doin' a Gimli and Legolas bit.
[Which could still be pretty hot- those two have got some interesting tension of their own going on. But roleplaying that might be a little too weird.]
[She gives him an absolutely delighted grin, before leaning in to kiss him. This is one of the things she loves about Marc is how he's able to be playful, he's open to her silly humor and they mesh so well over it.
Plus, he paid attention to the right things like her love of Lord of the Rings, which really when she rewatched the extended editions at least once a year, it was hard not to.]
[A chuffing little laugh escapes Marc, only to be cut off by Layla's kiss. That doesn't take away his wide grin, though. That joke was awful and he loved it. He loves her. His hands rub down her back, stopping at the point where her hips begin, then slide back up. Even after breaking the kiss, he still rests his forehead against her own.]
[He is 100% lucky, no debate and no joking. That's why he wants to make sure she never comes to regret choosing him again. She could do better, so the least he can do is make sure she gets the best experience possible with him.
One more kiss, then he steps away from her and hooks his arm around her own. That way, he can guide her to the front door in style, his free hand already pulling out the burrow's key.]
Do you want the honor of openin' the door, or should I?
[Taking the key from him without any preamble, she unlocks and opens the door. With a gasp, she lets go of his arm to go inside and do a spin as she looks around.]
I feel like a hobbit! Everything feels hobbit sized but it's us sized!
[She shoots him a look with a smile before grabbing him by the arm again.]
This is great. I can't believe we get to reenact Frodo and Sam's secret love affair.
[He follows her across the threshold at a much calmer pace, having already seen the inside back when he went to make all the arrangements. He knows how cool it looks, and he was already hoping she'd love it. He moves to stand by her side, and that's when she grabs his arm again.]
Oh, it's Frodo and Sam now, is it? Alright... As long as I don't have to picture you with those big Hobbit feet, it's all fine with me.
[Can he go in for a kiss again? Because he'd like to go in for a kiss again.]
Oh? Don't want to imagine me with big hairy feet? You wouldn't love me if I was a hobbit?
[She could be mad, but her smile says otherwise. Especially when she lets him kiss her, smiling into as she leans into it, pleased to be here with him here. He definitely made a good choice here.]
[Kiss accomplished! He makes sure to make it last, his right hand cupping Layla's cheek even as the left one lands on her shoulder for a soft squeeze. However, he does still need to get the last word in, so he pulls away after about ten seconds.]
... Now you're just puttin' words in my mouth. I'd love you no matter what.
Ooh? That sounds like a challenge to break the hobbit bed.
[Which is something he'd be up for, consequences be damned. He'd pay for the damages, but he's not sure who would even need to be paid. There's nobody in charge of these homes. He could technically do whatever he wants to this place.
Either way, the implication is there, along with the acknowledgement that he's absolutely up for finding the bedroom. He still wants to rest his forehead against Layla's some more, but she can lead the way if she wants to.]
[She doesn't move too quickly, happy to rest her forehead against his and breathe in the moment, breathe in that axe body spray. Marc is lucky she loves him or she might make him change what he uses as body spray.
But as it was, it was fitting and she was used to it.
Kissing him once more, something soft and chaste, she starts to walk backwards, pulling him along with.]
You're paying for any damages. You have far more spoons than me.
[The extra kiss is very much appreciated, and he makes sure to rub the side of his nose against her own in an affectionate manner. His hand's still stroking the side of her head as much as it can, too, careful not to have his fingers caught in her curls. When she pulls him along, he follows obediently.]
Yeah, that's fair. That's a fair deal.
[It'd be 100% worth it. Still, more important than that is making sure Layla's comfortable, so he's going to let himself get carried away unless she wants him to.]
[If she wasn't of a mind to make this romantic and fun, she would be breaking the bed for you Marc getting carried away. But for their first time in a while, she is of the mind to keep it slow and romantic. Something they both can enjoy readily.]
Come on, Mr. Frodo, we've got to get the ring to Mordor.
[She does her best Samwise impression before pulling him into the bedroom once she finds it.]
[He laughs at that. It's a short, nasal sound, but a laugh all the same. That's one way to set a mood. Damn if he doesn't adore it, though. He adores her. As soon as they're inside the bedroom, stumbling their way towards the bed itself, his hands are already going up underneath her shirt to feel bare skin.
He's been a perfect gentleman for all these months, but it's been a while and he's just about itching with the desire to get as close to Layla as possible.]
[Layla knows he's been such a gentleman and honestly, she was done waiting a while ago, but it didn't feel right yet, like she was jumping into a pool before she was even in her swimsuit. So she followed her instincts and trusted to wait til it felt right for the both of them and their relationship.
Humming at the feel of his hands, she kisses him more passionately as she starts to unbutton and push off his shirt.
[Marc continues to be a gentleman throughout it all, because even with his desire overwhelming him, he's aware that this is a two-way street. And Layla's the one who deserves to be showered with good feelings; strokes and rubs and nibbles in all the right places. (Or maybe it's the wrong places. He can't feel what Layla's feeling, so it's mostly guess work, but he thinks he's doing alright.) His own pleasure comes second.
He doesn't know how much time has passed by the time they're both lying flat on their backs, basking in afterglow. It could've been thirty minutes, it could've been four hours. He feels like he ran a marathon, anyway, his heart still hammering in his throat. His head comes to rest sideways against her shoulder, and his hand seeks out her own beneath the blanket.]
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February 14th
So he dresses up real nice, and he takes Layla out for dinner at a fancy restaurant. But that's only step one of his plans. Once the food (and wine!)'s been finished, he asks Layla to put on a blindfold, so she won't see their destination till they're there. A big ask, maybe, but Marc's willing to put his pride aside and use the Cat Bus for faster travel. They arrive at the burrows in Lapine in no time at all. Marc managed to rent one for the night, just for the occasion. They'll be out of Steven's hair, and it's a nice change of setting.
Taking Layla by the hand as they exit the Cat Bus, he leads her up to the burrow in question, looking back at her every so often to make sure she's not peeking or at risk of tripping.]
Almost there, baby. Just a little further.
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The fancy dinner was good, being wined and dined definitely about the extent of what she expects. The blindfold.. was this a new kink? She puts it on with some trepidation but puts it on all the same. What was he planning?
Holding his hand, she carefully follows him, she wants to peek so bad, but resists with the strength she didn't know she was capable of.]
This better be good.
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Oh, I see. No pressure, huh? [It's 80% a tease and 20% an 'oh shit I hope I don't fuck up' type of remark.] I guess if you hate it, we can always go home and watch Bee Movie instead.
[Almost there. Just a few more steps, and then he can bring her to a halt, turning her to face the cute little Shire-like home.]
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Absolutely not! I refuse that watch that hot garbage.
[But she does squeeze his hand reassuringly. Because he knows her well enough to have something up his sleeve. What she's not sure but she was excited to find out what it was. Though being led blindfolded was not really as romantic as it seemed.
She lets herself get turned around and now she's scared to open her eyes.]
Can I look?
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I dunno... I'm kinda tempted now to cancel the whole thing just 'cause you called one of my favorite movies hot garbage. [He's joking! ... Or is he???] But you know what? Just 'cause it's you, I'll let the transgression slide. Go on, you can look.
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But she smiles warmly when he says she can look, so she pulls off the blindfold and looks, there is a second of just looking, eyes curious but unsure and then she realizes what she's looking at.]
Oh! You brought me to the Shire?! Marc!
[She looks around Delightedly.] It's just like Lord of the Rings!
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Still! Shire! Layla looks and sounds very enthusiastic, and that alone causes Marc to experience a surge of extra relief. Hell yes, he nailed it again. See, he's not so bad at this when he puts the effort in.]
That one right in front of us- [Still standing behind Layla, he angles his arm over her shoulder so he can point straight ahead and she can see it.] -Is ours for the whole night. Our own little Hobbit hole away from home. What do you think?
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She looks where he points and she leans back against him a little, smiling.]
Oh? Making sure Tut and Steven can't interrupt us?
[She teases before turning around to look at him, putting her arms on his shoulders.]
Well, I'll have you know, my plans for you tonight aren't very Lord of the Rings appropriate. Though if you want to call me Arwen, I won't mind calling you Aragorn.
[Is she joking? Maybe... maybe not.]
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Mmm, let's see where the night takes us. For all we know, we'll end up doin' a Gimli and Legolas bit.
[Which could still be pretty hot- those two have got some interesting tension of their own going on. But roleplaying that might be a little too weird.]
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[She gives him an absolutely delighted grin, before leaning in to kiss him. This is one of the things she loves about Marc is how he's able to be playful, he's open to her silly humor and they mesh so well over it.
Plus, he paid attention to the right things like her love of Lord of the Rings, which really when she rewatched the extended editions at least once a year, it was hard not to.]
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You... are perfect. You know that, right?
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Of course and you're lucky to have me.
[Giving him another kiss, humming at the feel of his hands running along her back.]
Come on, I wanna see the inside.
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One more kiss, then he steps away from her and hooks his arm around her own. That way, he can guide her to the front door in style, his free hand already pulling out the burrow's key.]
Do you want the honor of openin' the door, or should I?
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[Taking the key from him without any preamble, she unlocks and opens the door. With a gasp, she lets go of his arm to go inside and do a spin as she looks around.]
I feel like a hobbit! Everything feels hobbit sized but it's us sized!
[She shoots him a look with a smile before grabbing him by the arm again.]
This is great. I can't believe we get to reenact Frodo and Sam's secret love affair.
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Oh, it's Frodo and Sam now, is it? Alright... As long as I don't have to picture you with those big Hobbit feet, it's all fine with me.
[Can he go in for a kiss again? Because he'd like to go in for a kiss again.]
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[She could be mad, but her smile says otherwise. Especially when she lets him kiss her, smiling into as she leans into it, pleased to be here with him here. He definitely made a good choice here.]
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... Now you're just puttin' words in my mouth. I'd love you no matter what.
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[She gives him another big smile and kisses him again, getting her arms around him as she leans back from the kiss again.]
Wanna find the bedroom? See how the hobbit beds hold up?
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[Which is something he'd be up for, consequences be damned. He'd pay for the damages, but he's not sure who would even need to be paid. There's nobody in charge of these homes. He could technically do whatever he wants to this place.
Either way, the implication is there, along with the acknowledgement that he's absolutely up for finding the bedroom. He still wants to rest his forehead against Layla's some more, but she can lead the way if she wants to.]
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But as it was, it was fitting and she was used to it.
Kissing him once more, something soft and chaste, she starts to walk backwards, pulling him along with.]
You're paying for any damages. You have far more spoons than me.
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Yeah, that's fair. That's a fair deal.
[It'd be 100% worth it. Still, more important than that is making sure Layla's comfortable, so he's going to let himself get carried away unless she wants him to.]
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Come on, Mr. Frodo, we've got to get the ring to Mordor.
[She does her best Samwise impression before pulling him into the bedroom once she finds it.]
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He's been a perfect gentleman for all these months, but it's been a while and he's just about itching with the desire to get as close to Layla as possible.]
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Humming at the feel of his hands, she kisses him more passionately as she starts to unbutton and push off his shirt.
Oh, tonight was gonna be fun.]
/wiggles both hands
He doesn't know how much time has passed by the time they're both lying flat on their backs, basking in afterglow. It could've been thirty minutes, it could've been four hours. He feels like he ran a marathon, anyway, his heart still hammering in his throat. His head comes to rest sideways against her shoulder, and his hand seeks out her own beneath the blanket.]
With the magic!
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