Drabble of the Week: The Best Version of Perfection
May 18, 2017
“I want to be bold,” she’d whispered years prior, holding his hand between both of hers just like today, a nervous, bubbly excitement sparking her mismatched eyes as they shone towards him just like today, even the same beautifully perfect smile etched her features, one he couldn’t help but kiss every time he laid eyes upon it, roles almost reversed.
Because God, he had the words, she had the action, the ability to be across a room at the speed of lightning and kiss him fiercely after one of his profound speeches of love, already have her arms around him before the tears fell; the ability to bring them together on the ice after years of his words pushed them to that place, though that day the bravery, desire, love pulsing through her drove her to find her words as well.
Just as when she first brought up moving into his home.
When she found a house for them to buy together, one with multiple bedrooms and signs of the future written on every surface.
Honestly, her dropping to one knee and sliding the ring of a flashbang up his finger shouldn’t be too surprising when Kensi Blye was the woman he fell for without a single say in the matter, without a single damn regret.
“You don’t have to keep it,” she murmured, nodding to his “ring” and wrapping her own fingers around the steering wheel, flashing him a smile lined with hope and grief, just as everything would be, the darkness of the day still clinging to them, no amount of steps in their own love story erasing the horror of Sam and Michelle’s, taking away the pain of losing a woman they had both loved dearly, one who deserved so much more than what she’d been heartlessly dealt.
“Are you kidding me? This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten,” cocking his head, a smirk pulled at his lips, though his tone hung with nothing but love, genuine awe when there was never a future he saw for himself that included this. When he’d always gone undercover half expecting to never return, when family and safety were words he couldn’t quite understand.
When now, the sharp pain digging into his heart was a sharp reminder of all he had to lose, of all he’d almost lost in the past year alone.
God, he couldn’t afford regrets. Couldn’t afford losing the one person who meant more to him than anyone else.
“And what about my ring?”
“You’ll get your bling, Sunshine.” Leaning forward slightly, he pressed a kiss to her cheekbone, pausing for a moment to breathe in the mingling scent of gunpowder and her shampoo, utterly intoxicated by the brightness of her eyes, faint blush on her skin, and curve of her smile, memories he swore he’d never forget.
“I’ll give it to you, just like I planned.”
Loved the walk down memory lane in this fanfic. A perfect balance of the heaviness of Michelle’s death and the hope for Densi’s future. Loved at the end that he is still going to give her the ring how he had planned.