"The windows are fogged with frost as you look out, holding a warm mug in both your hands. Eyes blink slowly, still waking up, and you don't notice until the couch cushions sink beside you that she was approaching. She sits, wrapped in a blanket you got her for some occasion years ago, and neither of you turn to the other. Her head rests on your shoulder, your arm comes around her, and she tucks in close to your side, like she belongs there, like she was always there. You kiss the top of her head and return to staring at the slowly clearing frost, but your mind is elsewhere, now. "I have something for you," she says, her words coarse with sleep. You smirk, thinking her thoughts have gone in the direction yours have, but she elbows you in the ribs, your coffee sloshing in it's mug, and playfully- "not THAT kind of something you stinker!" She passes you a box, it must have been in her hands the whole time. It's small and black, with some letters embossed on top. You try to read them but she immediately- "Oh, it's not what it says on top, sorry. I reused the box! It's," you open the lid, looking in to see assorted pressed flowers, "It's flowers from all the bouquets you've sent me, and all of our trips together. I saved them. For our anniversary."" This set's microfiction was a little themed, because December is my Onlyfans one year anniversary (I think on the 17th?) AND because I have a gift, a box with pressed flowers in it, for ONE of you! The flowers in question are the very ones that are pictured here pressed under my bra and thong, and they are going to be my birthday present to one of you- My birthday is coming up, and there's a lingerie set I very very much want to own- a rather expensive one, of course. So top tip before my birthday will be getting a gift of a box of these pressed flowers to keep! If the competition is very fierce, I might take a few to send to second place winner, because I can't imagine having someone compete and spend so much only to be left with nothing! 🥺