Disclaimer: Not mine, all Marvel's. Well, Demi's mine. I looked up the explainations on the net, so I hope those are right. WARNING: This is very sappy. Very, very, very Sappy.
"Shhhh…" Sam Guthrie whispered to his fellow partner in crime. Demona Wagner smiled back at him, flashing an impressive set of fangs.
"This is really sweet Sam. How'd you ever think of it?" Demi asked, cocking her head to one side.
"Easy. Ah called mah sister and asked her to ask all her female classmates what they thought the most romantic thing a fellow could do for his girl was. This was mah favorite." Sam explained, shifting his large bundle around in his arms.
Demona smirked at him, and shook her head. "A stroke of genius Sam."
"Ah thought so, myself. Now come on!" Sam motioned for the demonic looking singer to follow him.
Quickly, the duo slipped into their target's room, and unloaded their burdens. Then, quicker then they entered, they exited.
Tabitha Smith awoke to the scent of roses. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sat up slowly, looking around in amazement.
Her room was covered, completely and utterly, in nothing but roses. Several bouquets in full bloom were on every available surface, on her desk, chairs, and her chest of drawers. More, single roses were scattered about, some even lying on her bed. There were, of course, red roses, but also pink, and white, along with some of the even rarer shades, such as lavender, yellow, orange and coral.
Tabitha could only squeak in shock and joy. She felt tears gather in her eyes, and she looked around for some hint as to who could have done this. She found her hint leaning casually, or trying to look casual at least, against the doorway.
"Did you do this?!" She asked, pointing a finger at one Samuel Guthrie.
"Me?" Sam asked, opening his eyes innocently. Tabitha tried to fight back a smile, but it still found it's way to her lips.
"Yes, you." The blonde girl said, climbing carefully out of bed, so as not to hurt the roses that lay there. She came to rest in front of Samuel, and gave him a mock glare. "This looks like your handy work Mr. Guthrie."
"How could you accuse me of somethin'," He waved his hand to indicate the room, "Like this?"
Try as he might though, Sam couldn't keep his face straight. Tabitha, of course, saw straight through his lie, and flung her arms around his neck, kissing him on the mouth. Sam leaned into the kiss enthusiastically, wrapping his long arms around her back, and pressing her tightly to his chest. After a minute more, Tabitha pulled back and looked at him with bright blue eyes, clouded with tears of joy.
Sam softly touched her face with his hand, and stroked his thumb across her cheek, brushing a tear of joy away. He tilted her head back, and kissed her mouth again, soft and gentle. When they broke, Tabitha kept her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly.
Her sparkling blue eyes fluttered open after a minute more, and she stared into Sam's with gentle love. He hugged her tightly for a minute, then let her go.
"Hang on for a minute, okay?" Sam asked, slipping out the door. Tabitha shrugged, and true to his word, Sam reappeared less then sixty seconds later.
In his hands, he held a huge amount of roses, varying in colors. Tabitha looked at him in confusion, and he nodded towards the bed.
"Sit down, and Ah'll explain." He told her, still holding the flowers. Tabitha looked at him oddly, but sat down. He came and sat down next to her, close enough that their arms brushed when he moved right. "Do you know that each color of rose has a special meaning?"
Tabitha shook her head no. "I didn't know that. Why?"
Sam shifted all the flowers so they were lying in the crock of his arm, like one would hold a baby. With his other hand, he lifted the first flower. It was a light pink color. He extended it to her, and surprised, she took it.
"Light pink symbolizes gentleness, joy, gladness, grace, sweetness, and admiration. Ah thought it should go first, because you are so gentle, so graceful, and so sweet. Ah'm so glad that Ah have you, and you bring me such joy. Ah admire you so much."
Tabitha opened her mouth to speak, but Sam grinned and continued on, lifting the next flower, a cheerful yellow. Once more, he gave it to her.
"Yellow means friendship, and says 'Ah care.' Your mah best friend, which is how it should be. This is just to let you know that Ah care for you, more then any other."
Again, he lifted another flower, and handed to her. This one was a lovely pink, and slightly confused, she took it from him. He'd already given her a pink flower. Sam smiled at her expression, and explained.
"This is just a pink rose, and it means something different from the light pink one. It shows happiness. And you make me happy. Ah'm the happiest man alive when Ah'm with you."
Tabitha sniffed, and reached to brush a tear away. Sam caught her hand, and pressed it to his lips for an instant, then let it go. He lifted up the next rose, a bright white. He pressed it into her hand, and then kissed her cheek.
"The white rose is the one that stands for secrecy, silence, innocence, charm, and purity. You have your secrets, and Ah respect that. So do Ah. But one day Ah hope you'll tell me yours, and Ah can tell you mine. Your probably the most charming woman Ah've ever meet, and your eyes still shine with innocence and purity. Silence, however, is not one of your traits." He grinned, and she made a face at him. "But Ah wouldn't want you any other way."
Tabitha smiled at him, and laid her head on his shoulder. Sam inhaled the sweet smell of her hair, and laid his cheek against it, losing himself for a minute. Then he got himself together, and handed her the next, a bright orange rose.
Tabitha blinked at the color, but placed it in her lap with the others. Sam saw her expression and chuckled.
"The orange rose symbolizes enthusiasm and fascination. You have got to be the most enthusiastic person Ah've ever met, and that fascinates me. YOU fascinate me. Which is why Ah'm so enthusiastic about you."
Tabitha giggled, and took her head off his shoulder, long enough to press a kiss against his mouth. He leaned into it for a minute, but broke away, and lifted another flower. It was an odd color that Tabitha couldn't recognize.
"This is coral. It stands for--" Sam broke off, and blushed.
Tabitha giggled, and looked at him. "Well? What does it stand for?"
"Um…the coral rose stands for desire." Sam told her, still blushing. Tabitha looked at him for a minute, and took the flower when he offered it. "Ah DO desire you, so much. It's like a-an addiction."
Tabitha kissed his neck softly, her eyes closing. Sam took a shuddering breath and leaned against her mouth for a minute more. Then he pulled away, and turned to face Tabitha. She leaned her forehead against his, and they stared at each other for a minute.
Then Sam remembered what he was doing, and handed her the next flower, an off white color.
"It's a bridal rose." He explained, noticing her uncomprehending look. "It's used at weddings. It means a happy love. And Ah love you, and that makes me happy, so Ah GUESS we have a happy love, right?"
"Right." Tabitha agreed, leaning in to kiss his mouth. "I love you too, and you make me happier then-well, anything."
"Good. That's all Ah want." Sam told her, his eyes sincere. "Now where was Ah…oh yeah! This…" He handed her a dark red rose. The red was so dark it looked almost brown.
"Dark red roses are for unconscious beauty. Ah don't think you realize how beautiful you are to me."
"Stop it." Tabitha said, her face bright red.
"It's true!" Sam told her, kissing her nose lightly. Tabitha giggled, but her face remained red.
The next rose Sam picked up was actually two. It was a red and white rose, held together by a piece of golden thread. Tabitha took them, and looked to Sam to explain.
"Red and white roses together stand for unity." Sam said.
"Like us." Tabitha answered, looking into his eyes; her own were bright with tears.
"Right." Sam agreed, picking up her hand. He pressed his own to hers, palm to palm. They looked up at each other, and slowly let their hands intertwine. For a long second, they sat like that, staring at each other, before Sam finally had to let go to pick up his next flower. It was a dark, dark pink. Tabitha took it, and laid it in her lap, and grinned.
"Dark pink just says 'thank you.'" Sam said.
"Thank you? What are you thanking me for?" Tabitha asked, truly confused. Sam laughed, his eyes shining.
"For just being you."
Tabitha felt more tears roll down her face, and leaned against Sam. He hugged her for a long second, and kissed the top of her head. Tabitha cried against him for a minute longer, until she pulled back and looked at him, still wiping away tears. He still had two roses in his lap. He lifted the lavender one and she took it, and added it to the huge pile in her lap.
"Lavender stands for love at first sight." He explained, and laughed when her eyes got huge. "Ah'm not sure when Ah fell in love with you, but it certainly was awhile ago. Tabitha shook her head, and then gestured toward the flower left.
"What's that mean?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.
Sam shook a finger at her, and smiled. "Hang on girl. Let me tell you what all this means." He waved his hand to indicate the room. "The bouquets are in full bloom. They're a symbol of great beauty and perfection. You are perfect for me, and are the most beautiful woman in the world."
Tabitha looked at him strangely, and he caught her hand and pressed it to his lips. "You are to me."
"The single roses symbolize simplicity and gratitude. Ah'm so grateful to you, for causing the way Ah feel about you. You'll never now how grateful Ah am." Sam stared at her for a long moment, reaching out a finger to trace her jaw line. "As for the simplicity, that's rather obvious. No matter how much everyone else around us wants to complicate things, they are wrong. Love, or at least our love, is a simple thing. Ah love you. That's all that matters."
Tabitha stared at him for a long moment, and then throw her arms around his neck, weeping softly. He held her for a long moment, before gently breaking the hug. He lifted the last flower, and held it out to her.
"A red rose symbolizes love, respect, courage, and passion. All those emotions, there what Ah feel for you. Ah love you, Ah respect you. Mah passion for you knows no bounds. You've instilled in me the need to be a better man, and you've given me the courage to try."
"You don't need to be a better man, I love you just the way you are!" Tabitha cried, throwing her arms around him. Sam held her for an instant, then pulled back slightly, but still remained in her arms.
"A single red rose mean's Ah love you. Did you know that?" Sam asked, smiling down at her.
"I love you too." Tabitha whispered to him, more tears sliding down her face. Sam smiled, and reached a hand out to trace her lips, before pressing his own to where his hand had been.
And for awhile, the rose covered room was treated to a show of true passion.