Surprise (Spencer)
What time was it again? You checked the clock. Almost 6. Where was Spencer?
He always insisted on taking the train even though you had offered to leave him your car at the office. You had weaseled your way out of having to work too late today; it was Saturday after all. Spencer wasn’t so lucky, and you knew he was feeling gloomy because of it. He loved Halloween, and keeping him at the office was not a great idea on anyone’s part.
It had worked out in your favor, though. You had been hoarding Halloween decorations for weeks for this moment exactly. You had hidden them in the trunk of your car. The second that you parked at Spencer’s place, you hauled all of it upstairs. You spent all afternoon decorating his apartment. He always got so busy that he forgot to do it himself, and the two of you had been spending so much time at your place recently that he hadn’t been home much to do anything.
But you had bought tons of orange string lights, fake cobwebs, little bats that you taped to the ceiling. It wasn’t much, but you knew he’d appreciate it. A few days prior you had even carved weird little faces into some apples so they looked like shrunken heads, and you placed them decoratively around the dinner table. Lastly, you turned out all of the lights, only keeping dim lights and candles on.
You even had time to cook dinner after. You decided to base the menu off of food tricks that people use in haunted houses; it was pasta and meatballs in red sauce for dinner, and peeled grapes as dessert. The two of you would definitely eat tons of candy later so you weren’t too worried about the dessert part. And then you got dressed in your costume and you waited.
At 6:07, you heard the doorknob rattle as Spencer unlocked the door. You stood, standing in front of the door so you could see the look on his face. His head was down, looking at the floor as if in disappointment, but the strange colored lights prompted him to look up. You watched as his glum face turned into one of wonder and excitement. He closed the door behind him, grinning goofily.
“You did this?” he asked.
“Yeah!”
He strode over to you quickly putting his hands on either side of your face so he could kiss you. His fingers had started to tangle in your hair when you pulled away.
“Don’t mess up my hair, it took me like an hour to do.”
He took a step back, looking you up and down.
“Which period piece are you from?” he asked.
“Lizzie Bennet. Pride and Prejudice, but the 2005 one.”
“Ah,” he sighed.
“What?”
“For a split second I thought you were going to say Lizzie Borden.”
“Yeah, I hid an axe in the bedroom. Wanna see?”
He grinned.
“You’re not going to hit me with it, are you?”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
He leaned in again, this time to give you a softer kiss on the lips.
“Thank you so much,” he said. “I truly appreciate it.”
“It’s the least I could do. I know it’s important to you. Also… your costume is in the bedroom.”
He pulled away quickly, excitement in his eyes.
“Seriously?”
“Yeah!”
He came out a few minutes later, looking absolutely uncomfortable. You suppressed a laugh. You had wanted matching costumes, but apparently Spencer wasn’t a huge fan of Mr. Darcy’s fashion. He looked absolutely adorable in that ruffled shirt though, and the pants hugged his ass just as well as you thought they would.
“If you want,” you offered, trying to keep the smirk off of your face, “there’s the zombie version of Pride and Prejudice. I can get you some makeup.”
He rolled his eyes at you.
“You could have done any couple’s costumes, literally anything at all, and you chose a stuffy period piece instead?”
“It’s a classic!” you argued.
“I would take Frankenstein over this any day, and you know that it’s overdone.”
“I don’t understand why you’re so against it! It’s a great story! The monster made some good points!”
“I’m not going to argue with you about this,” Spencer said. “You know what, though?”
“What?”
He strode over to you slowly, tracing a finger over the low neckline that your corset had given you.
“The older generations truly had a few good ideas when it came to women’s fashion.”
He leaned down and you tilted your head up to kiss him, but he ducked away at the last moment, choosing to kiss at your neck instead. You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to slow your breathing even as his licked and kissed his way down to your chest and back up, his hands moving slowly down your body to settle at your hips. His lips were at your ear now, his breath hot against your skin.
“I would only do Frankenstein with you on one condition,” he said, nipping at your ear.
“What?” you breathed out.
“I get to be the Doctor.”