Having The Talk (Among Other Things)

[pyroprincess]

To say that Stephanie had been eagerly awaiting seeing Marcelo again was an understatement. She'd been more active than at any previous point, making sure everything was as perfect as could be for his arrival. Most of the restrictions against her had been loosened. Which was a good thing, because she desperately needed to shave her legs. They were still watching, of course, but her telepathic sessions had been progressing well enough. They'd probably be doing better yet soon, as the worst of the psionic traps began to be clared out of her head.

Stephanie wasn't really thinking about all that right now. She missed Marcelo. She missed just about everything about him- his silly jokes, his unfailing support (though she knew she always had that) ... among many other things, sweatly and lewdly physical ones. There was little doubt that he'd be staying the night at the very least, and indeed, she'd made sure that was no problem with the Mansion staff. Thankfully the soundproofing on the rooms was excellent.

The waiting, however, was utterly dreadful. She wanted him to hurry up and get there. Nevermind that he wasn't late or anything.

She was, of course, aware that they probably had some things to talk about too, but it wasn't near the front of her mind at the moment.

Right now, she just wanted her damn man.
 

Comments

[vesper_verde]

He swallowed thickly. This was going slightly better than he had dreaded. She hadn't shoved her hand into his ribcage and torn his heart out. That was something.

Her crying made him shake off his morose self-pity. He wrapped his arms around her and held her. He stroked a hand up and down her back.

"You are greater than anything your father could be," he murmured in her ear. "I'm sorry, querida. I didn't mean to hurt you."

[pyroprincess]

She held onto him tightly, at least, as tightly as she could without being fairly sure she was hurting him. She did sometimes have to be careful about that.

"I'm sorry too." She murmured, nuzzling his throat. "It'll be better one day, I promise. We're going to get through all this.

We've got a wedding to plan, after all."

[vesper_verde]

He didn't care how tightly she held him. That she would still want to hold him was enough.

"You can see why I brought the pizza. So you'd stay in New York," he joked lightly. He kissed her temple.

"I brought some wedding magazines for you." Every one he could find on the rack.

[pyroprincess]

"New York does have the best pizza." Stephanie managed a small smile and a half-chuckle. She pulled him into a lingering kiss.

"You'll get so sick of me texting you about what I see in them. Good thing we're rich." She laughed. She had a taste for the good things in life.

"Speaking of that pizza, we should eat. You'll need your strength."

She gave him a significant little look.

[vesper_verde]

He enjoyed that kiss. He wasn't sure he was going to get anymore after talking to her.

"Well, I can ignore texts," he joked. "Harder to ignore you, though. I promise not to route them through Sage."

He raised an eyebrow. "Not sure pizza goes there when I eat it."

[pyroprincess]

"You had better not ignore my texts." Stephanie punctuated the point by tossing a pillow at him. She then looked at him more thoughtfully for a moment, stroking his cheek.

"Things better for you? Now that we've cleared the air some?" She planted a kiss against his cheek while she waited for his answer.

[vesper_verde]

"Oof!" He exaggerated the blow from the pillow. He fake winced until she stroked his cheek.

"I... think so? I hate this distance, but it's needed for your recovery. Not much I can do about it."

He gave her a wan smile. "At least I know for certain how much we need each other."