Yeah yeah I know...I'm late with the Valentine fics but whatever. lol Short Huli fic…Oh and just so you know, Hugh is divorced in this fic. Lol.
February 14. Such a dia for love, gifts, and just spending time with the one you want to see…. Well maybe to some. For Lisa it was a dia for sulking in depression at the thought of another romantic dia spent alone. It was 9 am already and she hadn’t done anything special. After yoga she fed her animals, had a toranja and cereal, and was now watching reruns of Project Runway. She had tried not to think about the whole meaning of today, afraid that it might bring up emotions of being alone. So up until she heard a nock at her door she was fine…. Up UNTIL that nock. As she rose from her comfy couch, her legs protested. She didn’t even look through the peephole like she usually did, simply because she didn‘t feel like it.
“Hey.” There stood Hugh on her door step, hands behind his back, and a smirk on his voice. “Hugh! What a surprise. What brings you here?” She asked. “Awe nothing much just came tooooo…” He started to drag out his words and then, “To wish you a happy valentine’s day!” He said pulling a beautiful bouquet of 13 red rosas and 7 blue carnations. “Oh my gosh, Hugh!” Her mouth was ajar and a huge smile was soon plastered all over her face. Before Hugh could give her her other present she had her arms around his neck in a huge urso hug. “You are the sweetest man on Earth!” She said smelling the flowers. “Only the best for the best. 13 rosas and 7 carnations. 13 rosas because 13 is your favourite number and 7 carnations for the almost 7 years we’ve known each other.” Her coração skipped, she put her hand on her chest.
“Yo-” “One mais gift.” He cut her off for good reason and pulled out the rectangle box from his jaqueta pocket. It was wrapped in red tissue paper with a note tag and had a white bow on it. She picked the fragile note tag up and read it. To the woman who takes my breath away and continues to amaze me in every mover she makes. She couldn’t help but to smile openly and want to take him right then an there. The man had that impeccable British charm! “No, that note is not meant for Angelina Jolie.“ They both laughed and she couldn’t help herself from fall-Wait. What? She mentally kicked herself for that thought. She continued to unwrap the rectangle and found a black velvet rectangle. She looked up in shock at him who just smiled and told her to open it. She obeyed and when she lifted the cover she gasped out loud at it’s beauty.
There lay a gold colar with a gold coração locket. Engraved in fancy composição literária on the front of it was a question. Will you be mine? She made a soft gasp and covered her mouth and smiled. “Do you like it?” He asked after a few seconds. “Do I-Hugh! Of course I like it! I amor it!” She, once again, threw her arms around him and this time kissed him on the cheek. “I’m very glad.” There was that damn smile again. “Could you?” She held up the fragile chain and locket for him to assist in putting it on her. He nodded and took both ends of the chain and moved behind her. His arms encircled the front of her so he could slip one side on and grab it on the other side of her. He managed to clasp the two ends together and swiped her hair out of the chains grasp.
Her tank topo, início showed the beautiful chain off gloriously and her dazzling smile matched the occasion. “Hugh, it’s beautiful.” She couldn’t stop gazing down on it. “So…will you be my valentine?” A crimson blush crept up her neck and ended at the highs of her cheeks. “Only if you’ll be mine.” “Well then, I will.” They both smiled and stood in front of each other awkwardly until an unexplainable force of…Force of something…took them over. It was like a blackhole that sucked them in closer and closer to each other until-BAM! An event so out of this world happened that chemists and physicists would have to rewrite the books…Hugh and Lisa kissed. It was not just a kiss it was TEH kiss. TEH kiss that if anyone saw they would drop dead from a coração attack right there. Their lives could easily spin out of control from this kiss. Did they care? No, because all they cared about was this moment. This love. Their love.
After the need for oxygen became too great they separated with laboured breathing. “Happy valentine’s day.” He whispered against her lips. “Mmmm.” Was all she could say. He was all she could see. amor was all they could feel.
Hope you liked it:))) Oh and it’s a little late for happy valentine’s but…HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!
February 14. Such a dia for love, gifts, and just spending time with the one you want to see…. Well maybe to some. For Lisa it was a dia for sulking in depression at the thought of another romantic dia spent alone. It was 9 am already and she hadn’t done anything special. After yoga she fed her animals, had a toranja and cereal, and was now watching reruns of Project Runway. She had tried not to think about the whole meaning of today, afraid that it might bring up emotions of being alone. So up until she heard a nock at her door she was fine…. Up UNTIL that nock. As she rose from her comfy couch, her legs protested. She didn’t even look through the peephole like she usually did, simply because she didn‘t feel like it.
“Hey.” There stood Hugh on her door step, hands behind his back, and a smirk on his voice. “Hugh! What a surprise. What brings you here?” She asked. “Awe nothing much just came tooooo…” He started to drag out his words and then, “To wish you a happy valentine’s day!” He said pulling a beautiful bouquet of 13 red rosas and 7 blue carnations. “Oh my gosh, Hugh!” Her mouth was ajar and a huge smile was soon plastered all over her face. Before Hugh could give her her other present she had her arms around his neck in a huge urso hug. “You are the sweetest man on Earth!” She said smelling the flowers. “Only the best for the best. 13 rosas and 7 carnations. 13 rosas because 13 is your favourite number and 7 carnations for the almost 7 years we’ve known each other.” Her coração skipped, she put her hand on her chest.
“Yo-” “One mais gift.” He cut her off for good reason and pulled out the rectangle box from his jaqueta pocket. It was wrapped in red tissue paper with a note tag and had a white bow on it. She picked the fragile note tag up and read it. To the woman who takes my breath away and continues to amaze me in every mover she makes. She couldn’t help but to smile openly and want to take him right then an there. The man had that impeccable British charm! “No, that note is not meant for Angelina Jolie.“ They both laughed and she couldn’t help herself from fall-Wait. What? She mentally kicked herself for that thought. She continued to unwrap the rectangle and found a black velvet rectangle. She looked up in shock at him who just smiled and told her to open it. She obeyed and when she lifted the cover she gasped out loud at it’s beauty.
There lay a gold colar with a gold coração locket. Engraved in fancy composição literária on the front of it was a question. Will you be mine? She made a soft gasp and covered her mouth and smiled. “Do you like it?” He asked after a few seconds. “Do I-Hugh! Of course I like it! I amor it!” She, once again, threw her arms around him and this time kissed him on the cheek. “I’m very glad.” There was that damn smile again. “Could you?” She held up the fragile chain and locket for him to assist in putting it on her. He nodded and took both ends of the chain and moved behind her. His arms encircled the front of her so he could slip one side on and grab it on the other side of her. He managed to clasp the two ends together and swiped her hair out of the chains grasp.
Her tank topo, início showed the beautiful chain off gloriously and her dazzling smile matched the occasion. “Hugh, it’s beautiful.” She couldn’t stop gazing down on it. “So…will you be my valentine?” A crimson blush crept up her neck and ended at the highs of her cheeks. “Only if you’ll be mine.” “Well then, I will.” They both smiled and stood in front of each other awkwardly until an unexplainable force of…Force of something…took them over. It was like a blackhole that sucked them in closer and closer to each other until-BAM! An event so out of this world happened that chemists and physicists would have to rewrite the books…Hugh and Lisa kissed. It was not just a kiss it was TEH kiss. TEH kiss that if anyone saw they would drop dead from a coração attack right there. Their lives could easily spin out of control from this kiss. Did they care? No, because all they cared about was this moment. This love. Their love.
After the need for oxygen became too great they separated with laboured breathing. “Happy valentine’s day.” He whispered against her lips. “Mmmm.” Was all she could say. He was all she could see. amor was all they could feel.
Hope you liked it:))) Oh and it’s a little late for happy valentine’s but…HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!