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He promptly laid the striped blue box infront of you.
Looking at his gift now, the bright and festive colored box looked out of place in the rustic colored cabin. He supposed that was a good thing. After all, It was no ordinary day.
You stared at the box confused until a pleasant smile of realization slowly spread across your face.
"Is this for me? It's for my birthday, isn't it?" Your gaze radiated pure joy as you looked at him. You were acting like a fool, your eyes bouncing from his uncomfortable frown to the box on table. He knew you already knew the answer to that question but still humored you with a nod. Admittedly he was a bit flustered that you were making such a big deal out of it. He was used to things being same old, same old at the cabin with little change. He liked it that way.
But he also liked the way you lit up when something special happened. Like when he first taught you how to shoot a gun or your first time he took you around the lake. You liked change. That's why he got you a present for your birthday. He was starting to regret it though.
It wouldn't kill you to just open the damn thing instead of getting all worked up. You were seriously beaming. Just beaming. He felt butterflies kick up in his stomach as your eyes fell on him once more, your cheeks a rosey sort of tint. He wondered if you knew you had him running around in the palm of your hand. That all you had to do was flash those pretty eyes at him and he would jump head first without looking back.
"It's just... I wasn't expecting you to get me anything. It would've been fine even if you didn't," You say. Eden felt a little miffed by your response, How could he not have gotten you anything when you bragged about the birthday gifts you got from the orphans in town, cards, handmade toys, and knick-knacks. It was almost almost like you were begging him.
"So many gifts, yet not one from my owner, what a shame." At least that's what he thought you were trying to say. Were you trying to tell him he had gone into that dreadful town for nothing? No, he needed something to claim you with, regardless, something that would remind you of him.
Oh well, he supposed you were just trying to fill the air as you usually do. You wouldn't look so happy if you were being serious. You looked very happy to receive something from him which made his heart swell. Even in his wildest dreams he never pictured he could of even made you this happy over a paper wrapped box.
He hadn't celebrated his own in years and barely noticed when it came and went. Was your birthday really that special to you? He suddenly felt like he underestimated you, who would have thought that you held such a day at such high standards. What if his gift didn't meet your expectations? What if you hated it, are you the type who gets mad if you don't like your gift.
No. It didn't matter, it would be your own fault if you didn't like it. It was you who said you wanted one in the first place. Even the store clerk had told him, it was the perfect gift for someone like you. "They'll love it" Is what he said.
You were still staring at the gift giddy with joy. He could tell you were swinging your legs underneath the table.
"Are we going to sit here all day, open it." He grunts.
"What? No! I want to guess what's inside."
You hold the box up to your ear shaking it a bit. Something moves inside. "Hmm? What could it be~ It's not something naughty is it?" You sneak him a playful glance and he blushes. You had definitely gotten comfortable here to be making such jokes, huh? He let a tiny grin peak through the side of his mouth but quickly hid it.
"Yeah right, If you don't open it soon, i'm gonna throw it away." He reaches a hand out for the box.
"Wait, I'll open it!" You pout. "Can't I savor this moment a bit?"
He'd love to do that. If only watching you stall didn't make him so anxious. You give in, tearing off the gift wrapper with haste. He almost can't bare to watch, he knows you'll be happy but... He stares off somewhere else trying to detract himself from the event before him but his gaze can't help but linger back to you. You discard the wrapping paper and open the box. A split second of surprise flashes across your face when you see what's inside.
"You better take care of it, I even went into town to find it," he starts to say trying to ease himself down. Now that you had seen it, there was no point in worrying anymore. He could relax. Any moment now you'd exclaim how much you loved his gift. "I won't get you another one if you lose it." You reach inside and pull out... The... He's taken aback, so shocked he can barely make heads or tails of it.
"Oh uh..." You say unsure of yourself. You hold in your hand a rumpled old raggity peice of cloth about arms length. You've got this unreadable expression as if your not sure whether to laugh or frown. You eye him nervously as if waiting for him to decide for you.
That's not my gift, he says in his head but he's not sure how to tell you that. He must of have forgotten to put the gift in. If he told you that how would you even respond? What should he say?
Time feels as if it's frozen as you stare at him. He can only imagine what's going on in your head, you must think he's insane gifting to a used dish rag as a birthday gift. Like he's playing some sort of cruel joke on you.
He opens his mouth to speak a new found sense of fear growing. You would try to leave him for this, you would think horrible things of him and never forgive him. He's taking to long to speak. He had to say something now. Say anything!
"I-"
"I LOVE IT!!!" You exclaim, hold the item close to your chest hugging it as if it's some cherished treasure. His eyes wide, he stares at you in shock. He must have misheard you. "You... what?"
"I love it, it's totally my style! It's a scarf, right?" There's not even a hint sense of sarcasm in your voice. Were you actually being serious? It's not possible. But Your expression looks just as happy as before you opened the present. He was flabbergasted.
He only stared at you at you with confusion playing on his mind. Maybe it was possible you thought it was infact a scarf with how dull the cloth had gotten but there's no way in hell you "love it". His mind raced. How had this even happened, He had only been using the cloth to hide the gift, He took the actual gift out multiple times to make sure it was safe and sound. He probably screwed up and accidentally forgot to put the gift back. But now it was far too late, how could he tell you all that when you just declared how much you loved it.
".... Yeah." He looked away from you.
"Thanks, Eden! This is the best birthday gift I've ever gotten." You lied so naturally. Surely, even those orphan children at the orphanage could give you something better than this. Why weren't you saying anything? Damn it, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Yeah, whatever." He got up from the table in a huff walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" You ask concerned.
"I need to chop wood." He spits out whatever he can think of and slams the door shut behind him. He was mad. Mad at himself for making such a stupid mistake and mad that you had lied right to him. Did you really think he would get mad if you said you didn't like it? ... Of course you did, because you didn't trust him. The thought made Eden even angier.
He moved behind the cabin fishing out of his pocket the present he had meant to give to you. He still had time. He could always rip that thing away from you and give you this present. You would forget all about that nasty cloth and be obsessed with his original gift instead. That is if you didn't lie about liking that one too. But he wasn't prepared to give up yet not without knowing he had given you exactly what you wanted for your birthday.
"Can I see it for a second?" He gestures towards your "gift". You look up from the book your reading by the fireplace, the undeserving "scarf" wrapped around your neck.
"What's wrong?" You say curiously, your attention slowly moving back and forth between the book and him. Knowing that expression from a mile away he guessed you had gotten to a good part.
"Nothing. I just... Wanna check something real quick."
You yawn and hand the dreadful thing over. You sneak him a peak but go back to reading. You haven't given up complete interest in him though.
"...When's your birthday by the way?" You ask.
"Why?" He asked while pretending to examine the cloth. He'd make it simple and clean. Throw it into the fire on "accident" before you could even say a thing.
"No reason. Can't I ask?" Your eyes were still on the book but it was obvious you weren't reading it.
"It's in winter." he replied bluntly. He frowned, when was the last time anyone had asked him that. Just what were you getting at anyway. He should make this quick.
"Is there anything you want for- EDEN!" He was caught right in the act but didn't hesitate to toss the cloth in. You ran over trying to grab at it but it was far too late. It fell in to the fire. You stare at it. He was expecting you to be upset or maybe even a little relieved to part with the dreadful thing. What he wasn't expecting was for you to reach in and grab it with your bare hand. He reached out for your wrists tugging them away.
You threw the fiery cloth on the carpet and quickly stamped out the flames.
"Are you fucking stupid?" He yells at you. He grips your hand checking for any burns. You wrench your arm away angrily. His eyes leap across the room as runs over to the glass of water of the bedside table. He runs back to you and opens your hand again to pour the water on it. You pull your hand away again turning keeping your attention on a persistent flame.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell would you do that?" He shouts.
You ignore him and reach down to pick up the remains of what used to be your birthday present. It's a charred and soggy mess. It's definitely seen better days but it's still somehow in one piece. Tears speckled the sides of your eyes both from adrenaline and from anger.
You glare at him. "I saw that, you know. You put it in there on purpose, Why would you do that?" He scratches his head and makes another attempt to just grab the dumb thing. You yank it away. You wind it up your free hand and hit his chest. He stumbles back a bit more in shock then in any actual pain. You should know better than to pick a fight with him but it's obvious to him that your angry.
"You're awful!"
You turn away from him refusing to listen to anything he has to say as you make a beeline for the cot. You lay down on the covers, burying your face into the pillow.
Eden wandered towards you cautiously. He was expecting you to be upset but not mad, you were very mad. He guessed he probably went too far.
"You didn't actually like that old thing. I know you didn't. You don't need to lie anymore."
"I never said I hated it. Regardless of how I felt about it. It was mine. You had no right."
What did you mean he had no right? He was the one who gave it to you in the first place. He sighed. It was times like this he couldn't understand you. Why were you being so stubborn?
"You yourself said you would never buy something for me again. It was my only gift from you and you let it burn to a crisp."
"..."
Had he said that? He might have said something similar while you were opening the gift but he was sure he hadn't said something so harsh. It was true the original gift was expensive and he didn't intend on buying it again but he didn't mean he wasn't going to buy you anything else.
"... I'll buy you ano-"
"Shut up. I don't want anything from you. You're awful."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He sat down next to you on the bed stroking your back gently.
"I was wrong, i'm sorry." He apologizes. Although he only did that because he wanted to replace it for something better. You don't know how irritating it was that you really believed he would give you something like that. But if it made you feel bet-
"You're not sorry at all! I don't want hear it. I don't even want to look at you unless you explain why you threw my gift into the fire."
Damn you sure were being persistent. He could tell you but that would mean admitting he made a mistake on such an important day. His gift to you was supposed to be special if he revealed it like this you'd probably still be mad. He needed to calm you first.
"I am sorry. I didn't want you to have that but I shouldn't have throw it away like that." He explains. You mumble dismissively. "But don't you think you also should be sorry for lying? Why not just admit you hated it? I wouldn't have been mad."
You ignore him but you wouldn't be able to for long.
He his hands trail from your back to your waist. His fingers hook the rim of your pants before tugging clothes off your backside, underwear and all. "Q-quit it!" You reach a hand out to fix your clothes but you change targets as Eden hands wander a bit to close to your privates. Your glare at him.
"I thought you said you wouldn't look at me, does that mean your ready to make up?" You quickly turn away from him and your cover privates. Eden grunts frustrated. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I already apologized but I think I deserve one from you too," he whispers into your ear. "If you don't want to, I can think of a few ways to convince you." He unbuckles his pants fishing out his large cock and runs it between your cheeks. He felt your entrance twitch each time he ran along it.
"Go ahead," He stares at you a bit flabbergasted, wasn't expecting that to be your reply. "I don't plan on apologizing but it'd be cute to see you try." Eden scoffed amused by your confident statement. Even though the two of you had done it often, you still couldn't handle his cock very well, where did this sudden confidence come from.
A grin slowly spread across his face. He never expected you of all people to challenge him in bed, did you even realize how sexy it sounded? Oh well, when he had you mess of you, he'd make you forget all about what you had said and along with that dumb old cloth.
Though, he still couldn't wait to see how you'd handle him after such a declaration. He grabbed the lube on the bedside table. Smearing it over his cock. He could see you watching him from the corner of your eyes. Poor thing, was probably regretting their decision already. He rubbed against your entrance, a mere thrust away from entering. "Co...,"You started. He stopped glancing at you. "You should put on a condom..." Your face was flushed as you continued stalling the inevitable.
Eden chuckled. "We ran out." A straight up lie, there was plenty but you didn't need to know that. This was meant to be a punishment yet here you were making demands. "Oh...," He could see you trying to think up something else but he couldn't help it any longer. You whine as he starts pressing into your hole.
"Ahn! Eden!"
Your hole stretches to accommodate his length but it's already too much. Your already stuffed but he's still pushing in farther. "It's too much!"
"All you have to do is say it." He demands.
"..." You answer him with sharp breaths. You refuse to look at him. He grabs your waist and retreats before ramming back into you. You feel the wind leave your sails as he shoves the last of him save inside you. You whimper a bit as he starts to move. He begins thrusting in, threatening to take your insides along. You moan as his mouth kisses along your throat. He bites the back of your nape and you yelp clenching against his length. He groans in pleasure his rough voice vibrating against your neck.
It's hard to stay focused. Especially when he's pounding into you so harshly. Your brain is turning to mush the only thing you can think about is the thing pounding into your insides. He takes the moment to turn you around, kissing and bitting your lips. He moves his hands up the sides of your waist up to your chest. He rubs your nipples in a circular motion as he edges you to climax. Then he slows to frustratingly slow pace.
"You got anything to say?"
"... I'm sorry."
"That's what I like to hear."
He picks you up looping his arms around your own, the position allows him even deeper into you. It's more than a bit embarrassing. His picks up his pace bucking into you rapidly. You cooperate as much as you can with the thrusts but it's hard to keep up. You moan as his hot cum fills your insides. You lurch backwards coming to your own climax. You lay on the pillow of the cot officially spent.
"See that wasn't so hard."
Your roll over to face him. Your face is all flushed and breath is uneven. Even all that you still seem upset.
"I... I didn't really like your gift."
"It wasn't anything pretty or anything to write home about at least not appearance wise. But it was still something you gave me to make me happy, right?"
"That's why I wanted to treasure it, especially when you went out of your way to get it. I don't get why you threw it in like that..."
"Open your hands for me."
You open your hands.
He dumps the real gift into your hand. It's a couples ring....
"What is this?"
"I never on planned on giving you that old cloth. I... I messed and put the wrong thing in. This is your actual gift.... Happy birthday, Y/n."
"... Eden."
"Yes."
"I love it."