Fast Cars: Dave x Reader Part 5

----- 2 years later -----

Perhaps Rose let you out of the shop early because business was so slow. Or perhaps she was just a little bit evil and knew it was going to start raining shortly after you stepped out the door.

Gazing into the sky upon feeling the first drop, you notice all of the angry clouds. Dark and full of wet promises. Drop after drop pelts your skin and clothes as the pace of the weather starts to pick up. Others around you pull out umbrellas and climb under the shelter of buildings.

"Thanks a lot, Rose." You mutter under your breath as you pick up your speed.

Cars sped past on the street, and lamps flicker to life, dim glows in the harshness of the dark rains as they begin to soak through your clothing.

You don't have time to stop though. You can't take shelter, because you have somewhere to be.

"I wonder if his plane has landed yet?" You ask yourself. "I haven't gotten any messages since this morning."

Water splashes in your wake, your feet pounding on the sidewalk as you burst into a run. One hand holds your bag steady, and the other shields your eyes so you can still navigate in the weather.

Dave is coming back. You haven't seen him in two years. Not in person anyways. The two of you have texted endlessly and video chatted whenever possible.

Sometimes things were hard, what with him being so far away. You just had to keep your chin up. Remind yourself that you'd see him again no matter what. It was only two years.

Seeing the corner up ahead, you come to a halt and wait for the light to give you the okay to cross. When the light flashes, you waist no time. You swing your momentum forward, a foot stretched out to make the first step.

A horn honks, and a bright flash blinds you. A strong grip wraps around your wrist, and throws you off balance. Your feet dance around before you finally settle against a firm chest. You remain totally still for a moment, trying to figure out what just happened.

There was a car running the light. Too fast on the wet road to stop. You almost dashed out right in front of it, but something stopped you? No...someone. They saved you.

"As glad as I am that it brought you into my arms again, maybe you can tone down the whole getting hit by cars thing? Like apparently it's some sort of goal for you, and I'm up and bouncing in like the scornful asshat party crashing the auto crashing, but getting you to a hospital is gonna put things on hardcore hold and I'd rather just kiss your face."

The deep male voice settles over your body like a blanket. It rushes over your chilled skin and sends a shiver through your core. That voice you'd know anywhere. You slowly smile.

"I just can't help myself, you'd jump out in front of cars too if this kind of thing happened every time." You reply.

Without skipping a beat, you turn yourself around and throw your arms around Dave's neck, smashing your lips to his. Every bit of passion and feeling, and pent up longing to see him goes into this kiss. Dave takes no more than a second to join in. His body melds against yours, arms holding you tight with every ounce of love he has to offer curling you up close.

Heat spreads from your lips to your chest, and your heart pounds eagerly. Dave turns his head, deepening the kiss, and sighing into it. His lips are soft, but his kiss is fierce.

When you both can no longer bear it, you break apart. Steam rises up from your breaths in the cold rain as you try to pull in all of the lost air. Dave's shades are tilted down far enough that his eyes are able to just peer over. Those brilliant orbs of red glowing fire, locking with yours. His absolute adoration for you burning your heart. A small smile curves his lips, the expression filling you with even more joy.

"I missed you." Dave finally speaks.

"Then you should hang around here for a while." You reply with a grin.

"I think I'll do that." Dave says as he pushes his shades back up.

Dave kneels down on the sidewalk pavement, and smirks. He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small red box. Your eyes widen, and your mouth starts to fall open. Is this really happening?

"It'd be pretty fucking messed up if I just up and did this then left your alone for another couple of years. Real douche move." Dave states as his smirk spreads into an uncharacteristic grin.

He holds up the box, then pops the top up. Sitting upon a velvet cushion, a gorgeous ring. Simple, yet classy, and well crafted. Rain drops shone as they splashed onto its tiny surface.

"Hey, (y/n), will you marry me?" Dave asks.

You feel tears well up in the corners of your eyes, cascading down your cheeks as they overflow. They mix with the rain as it pours down around you. Your head slowly begins to nod, and your look of shock slowly spreads to one of joy.

This moment, you know. With or without actually performing any kind of wedding ceremony, you and Dave are bound to go far with each other. You're sure in your mind that in this moment, you'd be more than glad to spend the rest of your life with him.

"I'll say 'yes' if we can get out of this rain?" You try to joke.

Dave chuckles softly, and stands up.

"You're already nodding your head, so how about I give you this ring, and we go dry ourselves off and call it good?" Dave suggests.

"Maybe, you can throw down a 'sick fire' or two to warm things up, huh?" You giggle.

Dave's expression returns to one of his stoic smirks, and he sighs.

"You're dissing on my sick fires now?
Fires so sick they have the hospital and volunteer fire department fighting over who gets first dibs on the body.
That fire needs some hardcore medical attention, and the nurses aren't sure he's going to make it.

Then you got the VFD sneaking in trying to nab it on the quick, some Count Olaf shit up in here, can't remember if he lit the fire in the first place or poisoned it after the fact. Some Lemony bastard snickering in the corner because these fires are so sick they dried out the humor of an entire children's book series."

You stare in awe, because you missed this. Dave.

Grabbing his hand, you purse your lips to avoid bursting into laughter. Dave sidles up close to you and tips his shades down to reveal his crimson eyes. They're bright and alive with amusement as he smirks.

"You look like you got something hiding behind those lips of yours."

You manage to swallow your laughter, and peck your lips at Dave's cheek.

"Yeah, an 'I love you.'" You state.

"I love you too dork." Dave replies.