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You wanted to surprise him when he got home, genius. Of course, you could surprise the 500-year-old immortal stellaron hunter in his own home. So when you saw his simple text, “done,” you knew what to do.
First, you scooched yourself under your shared bed, careful not to have anything peeking out under the bed skirt. From there, you waited patiently (giggling like a lunatic). Minutes passed until you heard the door alarm go off, the one Blade had insisted you install if you were going to remain stationary in a living space.
“Darling? I have arrived.” He called out to you; he knew you were at home since this was your off day, and your location showed you were in the house.
“Love?” He called out again, and you giggled when you thought of how his face must look.
He looked around cautiously; no sign of intruders, and if anyone had entered before his arrival, he would know instantly. So this must be one of your little “pranks” as you liked to call them (grandpa is out of touch). He chuckled to himself; the game had begun.
He took off his shoes and coat and put them in the coat closet, scanning the closet for any signs of you. Then, he stealthily walked into the den like a sleazy car salesman, nothing. You were nowhere to be found. Interesting. So, like a very ominous cat stalking its prey, Blade slinked around the house searching for you. It wasn't that Blade couldn't find you immediately if he felt like it; his hunting skills were far beyond your game of hide and seek, but he was having fun with this.
Finally, when he entered the bedroom, he realized that this was where you were. He silently opened the door; only the rustling of the carpet let you know that he was near.
“Are you here, my love?” You could hear the playful tone in his voice, a rare thing for Blade.
He opened your walk-in closet and called out to you again, “Is my little mouse in here?”
You muffled your giggles so that you could remain hidden, but of course, he heard them. He gracefully made his way to the door of the bathroom. “Perhaps you are here?”
He thoughtfully removed his tailcoat and placed it in the strangely domestic laundry basket. His bandaged torso was bare for only you to see. He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the bath, fairly warm but not uncomfortable, just how you like it.
“Hmm, perhaps I was mistaken…” he said in a tone that no one but you would recognize to be playful.
He snuck over to the bed, “Maybe…”
His strong arms dove under the bed and caught you within his arms.
Startled giggles and playful screams rang from the bedroom as he trapped you in his hold and showered you with the kisses he's been waiting to give you. He scooped you up in his arms, and your cheek rested on his bandaged chest.
“Come now, darling, I need to give you your 'punishment' for keeping me waiting for so long.”
He carried you into the bathroom with your playful protests echoing in the hall.