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Ryan came home, keys jingling as he disconnected them from the lock. A small sigh escaped him, but a smile replaced his indifferent expression. He knew who was waiting for him at this point. They've been together for so long now, had their ups and downs; it was like any other relationship. Only for them, they had something different. Something... sweeter.
He couldn't deny the way his heart beat in his chest, anticipation working its way through his system. The rest of the house was still dark; the hallways led to doors that were mainly closed and the air was cool with that early December air. It was approaching winter, the cold nipping at the thresholds of homes, yet it never entered.
With a small step forward, Ryan hung his keys on the hook nearby and called into the house. “Dear?” The voice and its tone echoed slightly, steps creaking the dark wood floorboards beneath his feet. He continued to walk into his home, wondering where his lovely fiancé had gone. Ah yes, by this time he had been popped the question, and by this time he had accepted. The two of them were happy and ready to take the next big step or two.
“Sweetheart, you there?” There was no real answer, and Ryan found nothing else to do but go to the bedroom. He let the air remain silent and relaxed, feeling as though he was not alone in the house. His darling was going to surprise him, and that was completely correct. However, he hadn't expected the other’s method of surprise.
As he noticed the light down the hallway, Ryan chuckled softly. “Baby, I know you're in there.” He called, now walking towards and then into the bedroom. The sight he was met with caused him to stop short and examine. No, not examine... take in. Behold.
Before him was Diet Coke, silver and red aluminum shining and somewhat moist with condensation. What you could see of his legs were toned and muscled, calves strong and thighs thick. His arms were just as pronounced. Ryan remembered getting held in them as they lay together in the dark of the bedroom, feeling the slight warm touch...
His breath caught in his throat as he saw what Diet Coke was wearing. On the lean clean tin machine was a maids outfit, short and tight. It was straining to contain his large chest, tight against the flighty material. The ruffles of the skirt barely brushed the upper part of his knee, and there seemed to be a matching bow in the back and headpiece on Diet Coke’s head.
Unsure what to say, all Ryan could breath out was, “Wow.”
Moving forward, Diet Coke wrapped his arms around Ryan’s neck and gave him a loving look. Ryan’s bright blue eyes returned it, and he felt Diet Coke’s cool fingers card through the hair on the back of his head. Pressing slightly into Ryan, he leaned in a little more as if to kiss him with all the passion Ryan had come to know and love. His deep, robust voice resonated in Ryan and sent a shiver down his spine, like always.
“Happy birthday, Ryan.”