Ellie wraps her arm around you from behind, warm breath on your neck as she presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

She asks in that low, husky voice that always makes your spine tingle.

You hum, leaning back into her.

“It was perfect. Best birthday ever.”

She nuzzles your hair and smiles against your skin.

“That’s all I wanted. To see you happy.”

You twist in her arms so you can see her face and gently pinch her cheek.

“You’re the best boyfriend.”

She squirms, face going adorably pink. “Stop…”

“Nope.”

you tease, kissing her lightly.

"You planned everything, got all our friends here. I know it wasn’t easy.”

She buries her face in your neck.

“Worth it.”

She mutters, her lips brushing you.

“I’d do it all over again just to see you smile.”

You giggle, playing with the hair at the nape of her neck. She shivers slightly.

"Ellie, you’re too sweet.”

Her fingers trace lazy circles on your waist.

“I’m not that sweet. You know that.”

She tugs you closer until there’s no space left between you, and you feel her smirk against your skin.

Your breath catches a little.

“Mm, no? Then what are you?”

She moves slowly, her nose brushing your jaw before kissing you properly, a kiss that’s soft but deepens quickly, leaving you breathless.

“Someone who’s about to remind you how much I love you."

She murmurs against your lips.

Her hand slips to the hem of your dress, teasing the fabric up higher. You shiver at the touch, but you don’t stop her. She chuckles, voice low.

“This dress looks incredible on you…”

She lifts it a little more.

“But I think it would look even better on the floor.”

“Ellie—”

You laugh breathlessly as she keeps pressing kisses to your neck and collarbone.

“Just helping the birthday girl get comfortable.”

She teases. Her fingers skim the side of your thigh, finding the strap of new lingerie you bought just for tonight. She gaze turns darker when she notices it.

“You bought this for me?”

You nod, trying to look innocent.

"Maybe.”

She kisses you again, this time with more intent.

"Dangerous move, baby. Makes it really hard to behave.”

You don’t want her to behave.

You help her get rid of her shirt too, palms pressed to her warm chest. You can’t help but admire the lines of muscle, the way she reacts to your touch. Her hands are already sliding around your waist, pulling you tighter.

She whispers between kisses.

“You’re mine tonight. Only mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours”

Y ou whisper back, heat pooling in your belly at the way she growls softly in approval.

The two of you stumble toward the bedroom, barely bothering with the leftover balloons and confetti on the floor. The door closes behind you, sealing you in your own little world.

Her lips trace the edge of your bra, teeth just barely scraping, sending a bolt of heat through you. You arch toward her, desperate for more contact.

“Patient, baby."

She murmurs with a smirk, though her own breathing is uneven.

"I’m going to take my time with you tonight.”

When you whine her name, she kisses you deeply, one hand pressing to your lower back to keep you close. Her hips shift just enough for you to feel the unmistakable heat and hardness pressed against you, making you gasp into her mouth.

“Feel that?”

She whispers.

“That’s all for you.”

You tug at her belt, needing her closer, and she lets you undress her too. When your hands dip lower, she catches them with a low laugh.

"Not yet. Tonight’s your night.”

She kisses you again and again, slow but heated. Her hips roll into yours with just enough pressure to make your head spin. Your fingers dig into his back as you gasp her name, and she groans in response, hips stuttering at the sound.

Later, when you’re both sprawled out, tangled in the sheets and breathing hard, she traces lazy circles on your skin. Her fingers find the ring she gave you for your birthday. She doesn’t say it out loud, but you know she’s thinking about what another ring might mean someday. She presses a soft kiss to your temple.