Lean in for a big kiss~ (Simon)

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany never thought life could be this perfect. She had a modern apartment in London, she attended Oxford School of Law, her finances were well maintained, and her life was falling right into place, but, more than anything, the most delightful addition to her life was her steady boyfriend of now 3 years, Simon Chapman.

She sighed contently to herself and swiped at the freshly clean stove top once more with a small smile on her face. She wiped the flour off of her pink apron that was raised slightly by her tulle-filled day dress, her casual heels clacked against the marble floor as she gathered her cleaning supplies to put them back into the plastic carrying case. Tiffany reached in the tub for her white glove. She stretched it over her hand and reached up on the wooden overhead cabinet using her index finger to run a line across the surface. She landed back on her heels inspecting the gloved fingers. No dust. Just as she had suspected. She spent all day working in the kitchen. It was a thing she enjoyed doing and never got tired of. If it meant pleasing Simon, she was all for it and Simon loved a spotless kitchen and double chocolate chip cookies on a platter when he got home, which is why Tiffany scurried to the beeping oven. The moment she pulled the oven door down, the scent of chocolate and cookies overpowered the smell of lemon cleaner. Tiffany grabbed the pot holder from the drawer by the oven. She pulled out the tray of hot cookies and placed the pot holder neatly back into the drawer.

After breathing in the sweet smell of cookies, she looked around for something to do. Today was her and Simon's 3 year anniversary and she just knew he had something up his sleeve this year. Tiffany walked leisurely to their bedroom, smiling at their neatly made canopy bed. Her teeth found her bottom lip thinking of the things they'd be doing tonight. Lovely, lovely things. Flashbacks to nights on the very same bed flooded into her mind as she opened the door to her quite large walk-in closet. "What to wear, what to wear.." Tiffany mumbled to herself. She kicked off her day heels, putting them back into the empty space in her wall of shoes. She watched her toes dig into the recently vacuumed white carpet, and decided what shoes she'd wear tonight. Tiffany bent over reaching for a pair of black pumps, holding them by the backs and searched in her never ending line of evening dresses. She placed the shoes on the island in the middle of her closet, immediately going for the blue dress she had just bought the other day. It was a good deal, Tiffany thought. 300 dollars was cheap. It was half-off! She laid the dress on the island along with the shoes.

Just as Tiffany was about to go searching for the jewelry to wear tonight, she heard the front door knock and open. A grin spread upon her face as she rushed out of their room, probably dusting flour all over the carpet and found Simon nibbling on a cookie he'd picked up from the hot tray.

"I see you found the cookies already." Tiffany said, walking into the kitchen. Simon turned around, his mouth full of cookie and raised his eyebrows. Tiffany giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. She left a red mark from her lipstick and wiped it away with her thumb.

"Happy anniversary, pumpkin." She told Simon adoringly.



Notes: BAHAHAHAHAH. ..... heh. heheh. HAHAHAHAHHAHA.
Outfit for later.
Bow chicka bow wowww

[SIMON CHAPMAN]

The Law student was in a hurry to leave class today. Normally, Simon would sit and chat with the professor over tea, say sophisticated, vague things like "Yes, indeed." and "Right, you are old chap." Because London had brought out that side of him. He'd always been the classiest of all the classes, but being in London just, like, pardon my French, tripled the shit out of his class.

He would just be, like, walking down the avenue (streets aren't as classy as avenues are) and people would turn and think to themselves, there goes the classiest man who ever lived. And it was true. No one could deny, in his cap and fancy coat, that Simon wasn't the classiest bloke they'd ever laid eyes on.

But wait, folks. Simon Chapman's life didn't stop being amazing there. On top of that he had the classiest, most well-bred woman of all by his side (his right one, the good side- who am I kidding they're all good sides). They'd been going strong (and classy- never forget classy) for three years now. Three years to the day, actually.

Simon of course remembered this and had everything all planned out for his girlfriend. He was going to sweep her clean off her feet.

On his carriage-ride home (cars aren't classy enough), Simon pulled a small case from in his carry bag, opening it up to admire the diamond earrings and necklace that he'd purchased from an extravagantly named Jewelry store up the road from their apartment. It had been just the thing Tiffany'd been looking for to go with some of her newer dresses.

When the carriage approached the apartment building he stepped out, using the walking stick imported from Ireland upon a request by his friend, the Duke, he made his way to the elevator and got off outside the apartment. Taking a moment at the door to register the smell of freshly baked cookies wafting out, he entered excitedly, taking a look around first for Tiffany who he decided must've gone to the bedroom and then went to the cookies.

Munching on one, satisfied, he turned when he heard Tiffany enter. Smiling broadly as he leaned into the kiss she placed on his cheek he turned fully to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a more proper kiss right on the lips.

"Three years with you has flown by so marvelously, sugarplum." He cooed, a hand on her cheek as his thumb brushed over her smooth skin. "And I've certainly enjoyed having those cookies in my life as well." He joked lightly, chuckling softly.

"Simon's got some wonderful things in store for tonight." He informed her with an eager nod.

Outfit: lolololol
Notes: Lord, help us. What have we done. ahahahaha

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany laughed softly as she pulled away from their kiss and looked up shyly at Simon's face as he spoke. He was always such a sweetheart. She sighed internally as he touched her face gently. "Oh, Darling.. my cookies are quite wonderful." She smiled and shrugged one shoulder before leaning up again to peck his lips quickly, tasting the cookies. Always delicious. She grabbed a cookie for herself, taking a small bite and raised her eyebrows as she chewed on the pastry. She covered her mouth as she spoke, "Really?" Tiffany beamed and swallowed down the cookie parts. Tiffany gripped Simon's hand and put her half-eaten cookie back on the baking sheet.

"Come, come." She beckoned with a small tug on his hand as she walked into their bedroom and perched herself up on their bed and leaned back on her hands. "Oh, Simon Pookie, you have to tell me what you have planned. I'm itching with excitement." She grinned up at him, clutching his hand with both of hers now.

Notes: I had to google annoying pet names. That is all.