Who: Estella Derrick and Caden Flint
What: Anniversary!
Where: His house
When: Tonight!
Note: Started before the Act came out, explains the lack of thought about it lmfao
Status: Finishing in comments! That's a long intro thing



Estella hadn't celebrated a happy anniversary in a very long time. As she gently pushed aside utensils and items in Caden's cabinets to find the champagne glasses, she found herself smiling. Just--smiling. It was such a nice thing, to not really be thinking, but to have something to unconsciously smile about. Estella knew that she had not been in her depression as long as some (Caden, for example), but she didn't think that made her reform and change any less great. Once you're in that dark place, it isn't easy to get out of, something out of the ordinary needs to burst the veil you've covered yourself in. You need help and you need help of the greatest kind and--

She grinned as Caden's hands found her waist, and Estella's fingers continued to dance along the glassware in the cabinet. In the past year, she'd gotten very good at this coy and innocent act. It seemed to create some very exciting and entertaining results, so Estella found no reason to not play these games with Caden.

"You are very impatient," she said, pressing back into him in a suggestive manner. The restaurant had been lovely, and now it was time for some, hmm. Dessert Oh, yes. None of her friends would believe she could behave this way, but, well. She did say that Caden Flint made her do amazing things.

The corners of his mouth rose up into an amused smirk at her comment, slipping his hands further along so that he could wrap his arms around her tiny waist, keeping her close to him, his teal orbs looking up at the cups she was currently fiddling with. “Hmm…that, or maybe you’re just taking way too long.” He swooped down to plant a kiss on her neck, thankful that her hair was short enough to not be in his way. It wouldn’t be fair, for him to have to pull away just to move a strand of hair. “Or maybe it’s both.”

God, he couldn’t believe that they were there. He couldn’t believed that it had been one year since they started their relationship, and even longer than that since they’ve known each other. The entire night was surreal. They ate out at the perfect restaurant, drank the perfect wine, ate the perfect dinners… Everything was perfect. Including her. Especially her. She looked exquisite, as always, but even more so. She was glowing, and her eyes sparkled, and her hair and skin felt softer to the touch, her lips tasted sweeter. Thinking back to where he had been a year ago to where he was now blew his mind.

“So…what can I do to help?”

"You...can..."

She really didn't want him to leave, and was quite sure that if she didn't have a homemade cheesecake in the fridge, that she'd just forget about dessert and just let her hands do what they wanted to do. Mm, yes, maybe they could just forget dessert and fast forward to where she was sure this night was heading. That was better than cheesecake any day.

Estella wiggled against his tight hold and managed to turn around, her back now pressing into the counter as her hands slid up him arms and linked at the back of his neck. She loved how tall he was. And how broad his shoulders were. And how handsome he was. Goodness, there was just so much to love about Caden that--

"Oh fuck!"

Tapping her heel down roughly, Estella shook her head, looking highly disappointed, "I forgot the cheesecake. I just--I--swore I'd put it on your top shelf but now I remember Florence had asked about it and---" She puffed her cheeks out, highly annoyed with herself. Sure she used Caden's fridge a lot (mostly because he was still a typical male and didn't shop very well for himself), but she'd never mixed hers up with his. They were just over at each other's places so often that it sort of did feel like her own fridge and--bah.

"It had strawberries," she pouted.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t listening to what she was saying, but he really didn’t think she was going to actually give him something to do. So, when she trailed off, not mentioning what she wanted him to do to help with whatever she had planned, he figured she had just given up on the whole concept of dessert. Dessert was overrated anyway. He didn’t need it, but it seemed important to her, so…

His arms didn’t move from around her, but he let her turn around so that she was facing him. It was a much better view, to be able to actually see her face opposed to her hair, and he smirked again, leaning down to kiss her, only to pull back very quickly at her outburst, his eyebrows lifting up.

“That…wasn’t expected.”

He had heard Estella Derrick curse before, quite a few times actually, but it still never…sounded right. He tried to hide the twitch of another smirk, and just stood there, gawking down at her as she went on about cheesecake. After she got everything she was upset about out in the open, he rose a brow.

“…this may seem insensitive, seeing how distraught you are about this cake, but…does it really matter that much?”

Leave it to Caden to not see the meaning behind the cake. In his mind, she had made many cakes before, and…yeah, today was special, and today meant a lot, but did that mean that the cake meant a lot? Even if it did have strawberries, which she had pointed out.

"Well--no, but." She shrugged. It wasn't a big deal, she supposed. He probably shouldn't be eating a lot of sweets anyway, what with training regiments and all that, and she had a recital coming up too and...no, damn it. She wanted her cake. It was just a little piece of the perfect evening she had in her head and even though Caden didn't seem to care about missing it, it still managed to ruin her plans.

Huff. Estella couldn't help her frown as she looked over at the blasted fridge that did not contain her cheesecake. Honestly, she could do magic, and she couldn't just make her cake appear. A summoning spell would never reach, and if it did, a flying cake across the Irish Sea and through the streets of Ireland would just not be good. Especially for the strawberries.

"You live too far away," she muttered, still trying to figure out if there was a way to safely transport the cake that wouldn't take too much time. She could apparate over, but that meant risking having waking the boys (Jacob always heard her crack, no matter if he was asleep or not) and then Florence would never want to babysit again.