Sam was concentrating hard on making sure he managed to get the steps right, but he was still smiling softly and focusing all he could do on his wife. The Waltz steps he knew were pretty simple once he’d managed to master it. It looked good and it meant that finally he could do something this nice and romantic with his wife.
"Well," he began quietly. "You know how I have a free period between classes on a Wednesday? I started going to this dance class for seniors… yeah, I have a 67 year old dance partner called Betty and she is the bomb, okay. I asked to join so I could do this for you. They made an exception for me when I told them why I wanted to do this. I just wanted to give you this… I mean, you’re so awesome and classy and everything and I wanted to be able to take you to nice places sometimes and just… dance with you. Like you deserve."
Quinn did her best to keep with Sam’s every move. Her time at debutante balls and father/daughter dances had served some purpose at least and for that she was grateful. At hearing Sam explain, Quinn had to fight back a laugh and instead nodded slowly as he spoke. It seemed like no matter what happened, Sam would always do something that kept Quinn coming back.
"That just might simultaneously be the most endearing yet hilarious thing I’ve ever heard. But it’s sweet and very you." Quinn answered with a soft smile, her hand at his shoulder traveling in somewhat to graze the skin of his neck in a gentle caress. "You never fail to surprise me. I think I know everything about you and you find some other way to throw me for a loop. Either way, you know I’m going to say that we’re on equal footing. We’re two sides of the same coin and as far as I can tell, we complete each other." Just then, Quinn broke out into a broader grin though and her hand dropped down to tug lightly on the lapel of his suit. "I would have liked to see you and Bettty in action though. I’m sure our future children would love to see what a dreamboat their father was."
Sam’s smile only grew when Quinn so readily accepted his offer to dance. He walked with her towards the dance floor, his thumb running over the back of her hand gently all the while. He knew he wasn’t known for being the most gifted of dancers but that was his final surprise for her. The final trick he had up his sleeve.
As they made it to the dance floor, Sam made sure his posture was right and settled his free hand on to her lower back as his other raised hers slightly so they were ready to really dance. The music was all being played live, orchestral; the perfect music to dance to.
"Follow my lead," he murmured to her, never once letting his gaze stray from her. He began to move his feet then, starting to lead her through the footwork of the Waltz.
Quinn’s gaze fell over the crowd as Sam led them to the dance floor. It never seemed to matter where they were; Quinn and Sam somehow attracted a small bit of attention and it made her just the slightest bit self conscious. Neither of them were exactly perfectly graceful, Quinn even less since the accident but she had promised herself to trust in her husband.
As Sam got into his dance position, one much more formal than what she was used to, she quirked a brow and eyed him somewhat skeptically. It only lasted a moment though before she let him guide her, his hand firm yet gentle at her lower back.
She couldn’t have said exactly what she had been expecting but when they swept across the floor, led by Sam’s smooth and, she had to admit, very attractive moves, Quinn was noticeably surprised. Trying to keep up, she let out a soft chuckle, staring into the eyes’ of her husband. “When did you learn how to dance like this?”
Sam’s first instinct was to brush off her compliment but he resisted the urge to do so. She was everything he needed to feel better about himself, the constant boost to his ego. He loved her and how she made him feel. Even her toast made his smile grow so wide his cheeks began to ache. Every day he felt blessed and fortunate, unaware as to how a guy like him had managed to marry a woman as wonderful as her.
"You’re amazing," Sam murmured to her. Allowing a moment for them to simply enjoy their drink and this moment of bliss, he eventually moved to rest his glass down and to stand. With her hand having been on top of his, he slipped his hand around hers to hold on to it.
"Can I have this dance?"
Quinn could practically feel herself beaming as Sam took in her compliment without even the slightest disagreement. Now that was certainly a win in her eyes. To her, making him feel wanted was all she really wanted to do, especially after the hurdles that had come between them more than once. After promising to love him and cherish him, Quinn truly vowed to never go back on that promise.
"So are you. You always have been." She resisted her own urge to say he was far more amazing than she had ever been but bit it back instead. Tonight wasn’t about that but accepting that they had each other, a person who loved them unconditionally and that was a gift in and of itself. When Sam held her hand in his and asked for a dance, Quinn smiled somewhat shyly reminded of the innocent times they had dance together before. Rising to stand, she nodded and slightly laughed as she spoke.
"In proper form, I would say ‘I thought you’d never ask.’ Instead, just sweep me off my feet, handsome."
Sam loved the way in which Quinn reacted to all of this, clearly happy. That was all he ever wanted; to make her as happy as possible. To see her beam, to see her know that she truly did mean the world to him. So many people had let her down so many times and he was determined to not become one of those people. She deserved love, she deserved affection and she deserved to be happy.
He took a moment to pour them both a glass of champagne, winking at her as he tapped the side of his nose to let her know that this really was alcoholic and he’d managed to wrangle it. He smiled, her belief in him what kept him going and pushing forwards. It was her belief in him that made him have faith in himself.
"Well, thank you. I do have… one more surprise but that’s gonna come soon."
He looked over towards the grand dance floor and back to his wife. For now, he picked up his own glass and held it towards her, his free hand going to rest on her knee under the table.
"To the best wife any guy could ever ask for. It means the world to me that you took this chance and have this faith in me, in us. I’m gonna spend every day of my life being everything I can be for you. I love you."
Quinn’s eyes followed Sam’s actions and she had to press her lips together to keep herself from laughing. He really was something else and Quinn couldn’t even be bothered to ask how he had managed alcohol at their age. Instead, she leaned forward slightly and tilted her head to the side with an amused grin.
"You have something else. Sam, all of this is enough. You know that."
She knew he would brush off her comment and give her what he had planned but Quinn never wanted him to feel pushed to be anything other than himself. Whether they were of modest means or not. When he raised his glass, so did she and she tilted it forward to clink lightly with his, her hand slipping to rest lightly on top of the one at her knee.
"And to the best husband, the one I always wished I would have. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t realize how truly lucky I am. A lifetime of ups and downs led us here and I couldn’t be happier if I tried. I love you too."
Sam’s eyes were sparkling when he looked at his wife, the look on her face evident in being that of someone who was incredibly happy by what was happening. So long as he made her happy, Sam was happy. He grinned a moment and shrugged a shoulder, presenting the tickets to the doorman. “Well… there’s a dude I go to college with whose Aunt is organising this event tonight. She does a lot of big, swanky things and he actually got me tickets just because it’s our Anniversary. He’s a good guy, you know?”
As they entered the Plaza fully, there was an elegance to the place that Sam had never quite experienced before. One of the gentlemen at the door made a point of guiding Sam and Quinn in to the main area, a place that actually had Sam gasp quietly at how refined and beautiful it was. There were a number of small, intimate tables with candles and buckets of champagne laid out, one of which Sam and Quinn were led to. The ‘reserved’ sign removed from the table, Sam moved to pull a chair out for his wife to take a seat.
"We had this group project a few month back and I was in a group with two guys and a girl. She was a good artist but the other two were struggling with what exactly we needed to do. I kind of took charge and we got top marks. It’s gonna really help us grades wise. So he said then that he owed me; figure this was his way of making it so, you know?"
As Quinn walked side by side with her husband, she couldn’t help but look at him with love and admiration. It was apparent to anyone that their relationship meant a great deal to them and nothing as silly as ‘not having time for romance’ would be something that affected that. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you had those kind of connections,” she stated with a small laugh, curling her hand around his bicep.
As impressed as Sam was with the interior of the Plaza, so was Quinn. She had been to a few fancy locations in her lifetime but something about this place stood out in her mind. Part of her hoped her memory would stand up and remember every detail because who really knew when they would get this opportunity again.
When Sam pulled out her chair, she muttered a soft ‘thank you’ and took her seat, smiling at him the entire time. “So technically, we can thank your talent for getting us here and getting you a good grade. I can’t say I’m surprised at all. After all this time, I’m convinced you can do anything.”
- SETTING: 14th July 2014
- LOCATION: New York
Sam knew he was fortunate to have made some of the friends he had done at college. One of which was a guy whose Mother was an event organiser. When he’d shared that it was his first Wedding anniversary with Quinn, she had offered him the opportunity to have two tickets to a swanky event she was organising at The Plaza in the Grand Balllroom.
Of course, the whole night was a surprise for his wife. He wanted to treat Quinn like a Queen, to show her just how much he adored her. He wanted to make it almost like a fairy tale for her that night. Realistically he knew not every wedding anniversary could be like that but the first one, he was determined.
So he took her to dinner in New York first at a place called ‘La Lanterna di Vittorio’. It was romantic, not too expensive and a cab ride away from their next destination. Which he wouldn’t tell her; he was so determined to make it a surprise that he’d even pre-booked the cab to take them there.
Once they arrived at The Plaza, Sam pulled two tickets from his pocket and offered his arm over towards his wife, ready to walk inside with her.
Something about their relationship that always meant a great deal to Quinn was how Sam never lost his flair for romance. It came out on even on insignificant days so she had to have know it would be even more present on their first anniversary as a married couple. To her, just the dinner alone was sweet and more than enough for Quinn, but knowing they were going somewhere else heightened the excitement for her.
Quinn had to admit she was quite a sucker for surprises but at the same time, her curiosity often got the better of her and she would try to delicately pull a hint or two out of her husband. In fact, it was something she had been doing all night to no avail. As soon as they left the restaurant, Quinn realized it would be better for the both of them for her to let Sam continue with his romantic plans. He had never failed her, after all.
As they arrived, Quinn looked up at the The Plaza, almost in wonderment. She was still at a loss for what they would be doing but she had no doubt that it would be something to remember. With no hesitation, she looped her arm with Sam’s, walking with him toward the entrance. “Could you at least tell me how you manged to do this? Not that I doubt your charm to be able to get anything.”
Happily more action, babe.
Good because I’ve missed you, you know.
Sorry, too busy taking my pants off to listen then.
That’s what I thought. Now if only you would be less talk and more action.
Exactly. So would you rather keep debating or give up the fight in favor of something better?
Someone doesn’t want Anniversary sex.
Someone else must be forgetting that if I don’t get any, neither does he.