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The Surprise

Fanfic credit: Ma-rina

"HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME WALK, MICAH?"

YOUR FINGERS CLING TO HIS AND MICAH REAFFIRMS HIS GRIP ON YOU WITH A LIGHT SQUEEZE. SLOWLY, YOU BLINDLY FOLLOW AFTER HIM- PLACING ONE FOOT AFTER THE OTHER WHEN HE TUGS YOU ALONG. WHEN
YOU STUMBLE ACROSS SOMETHING- YOU'RE NOT SURE IF IT HAS A ROOT OR OUR OWN FEET THAT YOU TRIPPED OVER-, MICAH IS THERE WITH A FIRM HAND BEHIND YOUR BACK TO STEADY YOU.

HIS SWEET LAUGH RINGS IN THE AIR AND YOU  FACE HIM WITH A POUT. "SORRY, ANGEL. WE'RE ALMOST THERE. CAN YOU HOLD ON A LITTLE BIT LONGER?"

YOU REACH A HAND BACK AT THE KNOT TYING A CLOTH OVER YOUR EYES. "CAN I AT LEAST TAKE THIS OFF? IT'S REALLY HARD TO WALK WHEN I CAN'T SEE SHIT."

YOU HEAR HIM HUM. AMUSEMENT LACES HIS VOICE. "NOOOO! IT'LL RUIN THE SURPRISE."

RIGHT, THE SURPRISE.

YOU HAD JUST FINISHED A RATHER GRUELING ASSIGNMENT FROM YOUR DIRECTOR- A TASK THAT'S TAKEN UP THE BETTER HALF OF YOUR
MONTH FROM DUSK TILL DAWN- WHEN HE SADDLED UP TO YOU WITH A MISCHIEVOUS GRIN AND A PROMISE OF A SURPRISE. WHATEVER IT WAS, MICAH WAS EXCITED TO DRAG YOU OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH YOU STILL CLAD IN THE PJ'S YOU HADN'T HAD A CHANCE TO CHANGE OUT OF.

THE SUN WAS SETTING OVER THE HORIZON WHEN HE PUSHED YOU INTO THE PASSENGER SEAT OF HIS CAR. MICAH BUCKLED YOU IN, DISMISSED ANY AND ALL OF YOUR QUESTIONS WITH A SMILE, AND THEN FLOORED IT
INTO THE INTERSTATE WITH MUSIC BLASTING THROUGH THE SPEAKERS. ONCE YOU NEARED THE OUTSKIRTS OF THE CITY, MICAH'S QUICK TO MASK YOUR SIGHT WITH A SCARF, AND HE DRAGGED YOU AND SKRUNKLY (WHO WAS SEATED IN YOUR LAP WITH A PURR) OUT OF THE CAR TO HIKE UP A BEATEN PATH.

NOW NORMALLY, YOU'D BE A BIT MORE CAUTIOUS OF HIS ANTICS.

AFTER ALL, WHEN IT COMES TO MICAH NOTHING IS EVER SIMPLE, BUT YOU CAN REMEMBER THE BRILLIANT GRIN ON HIS FACE- THE SHEER EXCITEMENT PAINTING A SPARKLE IN HIS GOLDEN EYES- AND ANY SORT
OF RESERVATIONS YOU HAD DISSIPATED THEN. YOU WERE ALWAYS WEAK TO HIS SMILES.

"FINNEEEEE." YOU HEAVE A HEAVY SIGH AS A SMALL GRIN DECORATES YOUR LIPS. "BUT IT BETTER BE WORTH IT."

"IT'LL BE MAGICAL, ANGEL." MICAH LIFTS YOUR INTERTwINED HANDS AND PLACES A SOFT KISS ON YOUR KNUCKLES. YOUR HEART FLUTTERS AT THE SMALL GESTURE.

FOR THE DURATION OF THE WALK, YOU SAY NOTHING, SILENTLY ENCOURAGED TO BE PATIENT WITH EVERY CIRCLE MICAH RUBS ON THE BACK OF YOUR HAND. SKRUNKLY, WHO RESIDES CONTENT IN YOUR FREE ARM, IS HAPPY TO RECEIVE THE LITTLE SCRATCHES YOU GIVE HER EVERY NOW AND THEN. AFTER WHAT FEELS LIKE TEN MINUTES, MICAH SQUEEZES YOUR HAND. "WE'RE HERE." HE DECLARES. "NOW STAND RIGHT THERE. DON'T
MOVE."

"SURE, YEAH. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE HERE."SARCASM DRIFTS FROM YOUR TONE AND HE CHUCKLES.

"I'LL BE QUICK." AND MICAH SLIPS FROM YOUR GRASP. STILL BOUND WITH THE CLOTH OVER YOUR EYES, YOU STRAIN YOUR EARS FOR A HINT OF WHAT'S GOING ON.

IT'S FAIRLY QUIET. YOU HEAR THE WIND, THE RUSTLE OF LEAVES, AND MICAH'S FOOTSTEPS AS HE RUSHES PAST. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, THE SOUND OF A CICADA BUZZ AND SKRUNKLY'S MEON PERVADES THE AIR. WERE YOU...IN THE FOREST?

"OKAY-" MICAH SOUNDS BREATHLESS WHEN HE COMES UP TO YOU. YOU QUIRK A BROW, CURIOUS TO KNOW WHAT THE HELL HE'S BEEN DOING. "IT'S DONE. I'M GONNA TAKE OFF THE BLINDFOLD, OKAY?" YOU NOD.

MICAH'S FINGERTIPS BRUSH AGAINST YOUR CHEEK. HIS TOUCH IS DELICATE AS HE WORKS THE KNOT FREE AND BEFORE LONG, THE CLOTH FALLS FROM YOUR FACE. YOU BLINK, TRYING TO GET USED TO SEEING. THE MOMENT YOUR VISION CLEARS, YOUR BREATH IS STOLEN FROM YOU. "OH MY GOD..."

SPREAD OUT BEFORE YOU ARE STRANDS OF GOLDEN GLOBES. THEY'RE SUPPORTED IN THE AIR WITH DARK WODDEN BEAMS AND CROSS OVER ONE ANOTHER TO CREATE A SHINING CANOPY IN THE MIDDLE OF A CLEARING. THEY LIGHT UP THE DIMMING EVENING, CASTING A SOFT GLOW ON THE BLANKETS AND BEANBAG UNDERNEATH. POSITIONED RIGHT NEXT TO
THE CUSHIONS WERE TUBS OF POPCORN AND A PICNIC BASKET, OPENED TO REVEAL ROWS OF BEVERAGES, FRUITS, AND SANDWICHES. YOU BLINK, ASTONISHED BEYOND BELIEF AT THE DISPLAY BEFORE YOU- A QUIET
GETAWAY WITH THE CITY SKYLINE COMPETING FOR THE BRIGHTEST IN THE DISTANCE.