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There was a bird singing outside his window. Vanderwood grumbled at the sound, opening his eyes slowly. It was still pretty early in the morning. Cerise was warm against his chest, and he could feel her breathing softly against him. A smile spread across his face. This was maybe the first time in his life he was glad that he was such a light sleeper, so he could enjoy the sight of her just like this. His mind slipped to thoughts of last night, his face growing rather red as he felt a familiar little twitch. That was new, but she was naked in his arms after a night of lovemaking, so could anyone really blame him? Vanderwood moved away to brush his lips against her forehead, so he could get up to put on some pajama pants and start breakfast. Once he was done, he’d be able to get his revenge on the redhead, too.
She stirred after she felt him get up, taking a minute to actually open her eyes before sitting up slowly. Cerise realized that she was still very naked and quickly pulled the blanket up to cover herself…Was that silly? It’s not like he hadn’t seen her…despite that, she kept a hold on it before greeting him, golden eyes finding him near his closet. “Good morning, mon amour~”
He was putting his pants on as she called out to him to say good morning. God that felt great, having her greet him in the morning. She grinned at him and then she noticed something that caused her to blush up to her ears. He was…he had…Oh God. Cerise don’t do it…please for the love of…”….Vanderwoody.” WHY. ARE. YOU. LIKE. THIS?
Vanderwood had noticed where her eyes had gone and the blush that had been creeping up her face causing him to more hastily pull up his pants before…Vanderwoody. How did she even know the term woody? She never knew innuendo. “I…Um…Good morning…” Good God, was he supposed to be able to talk? Because that just wasn’t happening right now. Vanderwood was so red faced, getting his pants on as quickly as he could now, grabbing the little pile of clothes he’d made the night before and placing them in his laundry hamper. “I’ll uh…just be making breakfast.”
Cerise tried to refrain from laughing, but she just couldn’t help it…he was so flustered and adorable. She watched as he retreated from the room, hopping off of the bed once he was out of sight. Her bag was near the bed, and she grabbed some clothes before heading to the bathroom. With him making breakfast, she should have enough time for a quick shower. His bathroom was as plain as his room, so everything was easy to find. She turned on the faucet to let the water heat up a bit before she hopped in and enjoyed the warm water running over her before she actually started to bathe.
Memories from the previous night flooded into her head, and she froze for a moment. They had really done that…and she had enjoyed it. Cerise couldn’t keep herself from blushing as she scrubbed at her hair. How was she going to be able to look him in the eye or even function properly around him after that…? She hadn’t been fully awake when she saw him before he left to make breakfast, so the gravity of it all hadn’t hit her yet. Cerise sighed as she let the water finally rinse all the soap off before grabbing a towel and hopping back out.
As she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror she frowned. He had actually…liked her body? Compared to the others she had seen him interested in, she didn’t exactly have much going on in the asset department. Was he really okay with that or…no. Don’t go there, Cerise. He was getting better, and she shouldn’t think like that. Cerise shook her head to get rid of the negative thoughts and began to towel dry her hair and put on her clothes.
Vanderwood was trying not to freak out in the other room. Holy, that was so incredibly embarrassing. Why was he so embarrassed? That was a perfectly normal body function, right? He wanted to bang his head into the wall, but he busied himself with breakfast instead. Once pancakes and eggs were laid out on the table, he made some coffee for Cerise as well, placing cream and sugar by her plate. It was just a case of him being too observant, but he remembered how she’d reacted that first time they’d eaten together at the hotel restaurant when her coffee had been black. Vanderwood was always remembering the little things like that.
Now that breakfast was done, though, it was time for some revenge. He ducked into his room to grab his taser from its holster before he braved giving Cerise a quick kiss, his face turning entirely red thinking about the situation earlier. “Breakfast is ready…mon amour.” Now that he was certain he knew what the words meant, he attempted using them, hoping his pronunciation was right.
She had just finished brushing her hair when he’d appeared in his room again, and she’d automatically averted her eyes, so she didn’t really see the kiss coming as quick as it was. Her face flooded with red, and God help her, he was using that name and it sounded so sexy coming from him. Hormones. These were hormones. New experiences…
Vanderwood wasn’t sure why, but she seemed to be completely on a shut-down. Was it earlier? He felt so incredibly awkward as he left the room, with her following him out not far behind. Cerise thought she was moving a little robotically too as he walked her out of the room and into the main part of the house. No doubt, Cerise was wary of even leaving his room after the shenanigans the previous night, but the fact that he was right there and all she could think about was the night before and how amazing he looked and sounded, and oh God, how awful she was for spazzing over it. She sat down at the table and looked down, surprised that he could actually cook, and it looked amazing to boot.
He shifted awkwardly on his feet, fiddling with his taser. She seemed impressed or shocked by the food set out in front of her, and for whatever reason, that made him feel a little anxious to hear what she thought, but he had something to take care of first. “I’ll uh…be right back…” Cerise nodded as he took off down a hallway, guessing that he was going to wake up that weird guy who called himself Seven. She was beyond delighted to see a cup of coffee set out for her along with cream and sugar. Coffee could help her get her mind off of it. Coffee wouldn’t judge her or do her wrong. Coffee was her friend. Cerise set up her coffee the way she liked it taking a sip, and then she was in heaven.
Vanderwood was struggling with himself. It was difficult really, not thinking about last night and this morning, how he wanted her and the way she looked naked. He internally slapped himself. That was probably why she was acting so awkward, because she was picking up on his awkward behavior. Vanderwood pushed Seven’s door open slowly, not caring too much for the noise it made, as the redhead was generally a pretty hard sleeper, since he never slept until he collapsed.
Seven was delightfully coverless, and shirtless, which meant Vanderwood could put the taser right onto the guy’s lower back, and he did, turning it on and watching as Seven yelped in pain and surprise as the shock went through him. “That was for making my girlfriend cry. Breakfast is on the table.” He wasn’t about to wait around for a reply. Before Seven could start complaining too much, Vanderwood was already back in the living room, taking his seat next to Cerise. “Now that’s taken care of.”
Whatever blend her boyfriend had used was delightful, and she had been happily drinking her coffee when he appeared again, but she almost choked when he sat beside her, hyper aware of his presence, evident by the blush on her face. The coffee had betrayed her. She couldn’t even forget her hormones in its sweet and warm embrace…Probably because she would rather be in his embrace. Cerise that is not helping. WHY.
Cerise was so stiff that Vanderwood was starting to feel nervous. God, did she regret what they’d done last night? His mind slipped to thoughts of their night together, her sounds, the way she’d responded to him, that was a bit dangerous, as he adjusted himself in his seat and tried not to get another…Vanderwoody as she’d so lovingly put it. No, there was no way she regretted it right? Vanderwood slipped his hand to the nape of her neck, rubbing there as he leaned over to attempt to catch her gaze. “You okay, shortcake?”
Cerise’s skin jumped under his touch before she relaxed, but she was still rather tense. Her face turned completely red when their eyes met, and she averted them again after a few seconds. “I uhh…y-yeah. I’m great. So great. Thanks for asking. How are you? Did you sleep well? Are you okay? The weather’s nice, isn’t it?” Vanderwood didn’t even attempt to answer all of her questions. He simply couldn’t keep up with her rambling. Was she…embarrassed? That made him chuckle a little. Cerise was so damn precious. Later, when they were alone, maybe they’d talk about it, but obviously with Seven around, it wasn’t the time.
Seven eyed the two with a bit of a sour look as he entered the room, but it turned to a smile pretty quickly, even though he was sporting a little burn from Vanderwood’s taser on his lower back now. The redhead went to grab a bag of honey buddha chips, but quickly realized that if the big guy was already tasing this early in the morning, he’d better eat what he’d made so as to avoid another shock. He sulked at his spot on the table before deciding to look through his phone as he ate. What was this? Oh right, his file on the girl, Cerise…There were some pretty good video clips in there…Maybe he could get his own revenge on Vanderwood without ending up tased again.
Cerise laughed nervously as Seven sat down. This would at least be a good way to change the subject. “O-oh, good morning! It’s a good morning, isn’t it? Breakfast looks good. Do you drink coffee? You should drink coffee. It’s great. So great.” Yep. She had officially lost it, they both probably thought she was insane at this point, but she just could not stop the word vomit. Cerise made a small noise and tilted her head so that way her hair hid her face again. How could a person forget how to act like a normal human being?
Seven just started to laugh, his mouth full of food. “Your girlfriend sure is talkative this morning.” He wiggled his eyebrows at them, earning a glare from Vanderwood. “Close your mouth when you chew.” The redhead was unperturbed. He’d found the video clip he was looking for and scooted over closer to Vanderwood and his little lady love. “She doesn’t seem like the embarrassed type from this video.” Seven reached over and hit play, making sure they could both see the screen.
Cerise kept her head down and began working on her breakfast. The video would just have to wait. It was tasty enough to help her mind make sense of itself. She didn’t think she’d ever had pancakes that good, and the eggs were amazing too…Cerise now looked up to compliment him on the breakfast but Seven seemed to have actually gotten Marion’s full attention…”Video…?” She didn’t need to see what they were talking about to know…Cerise knew exactly what Seven had found. It’s not like it was a secret or anything…considering the video had been circulating on the Internet for a while now. It was essentially what made her popularity rise. Still, for them to find it while she was there made her sink down into her seat a bit. The video didn’t embarrass her in the least…she was proud of her skills…but she just wished they had found it literally any other time when her brain wasn’t mush.
Vanderwood at first had leaned away from the redhead, but then he saw Cerise on the screen and his eyes were riveted to it. Holy shit…She was a pretty damn good dancer. Seven chuckled, Vanderwood’s mouth was agape. Her comment didn’t even register, because he was just staring. “Isn’t she just absolutely precious? Think she’d give you a private show?”
Now Vanderwood’s eyebrow twitched, and he tilted his head at Seven threateningly. “How about you go be stupid somewhere else very far away from me?” There was something dark in his tone, a result of his anger at the thought of Seven thinking of Cerise like that. The redhead’s revenge had failed simply because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “If you’re here talking, you’re not at your computer working. So get there.” Vanderwood didn’t have to repeat himself. Seven grabbed his plate of pancakes and was off to work. That look in Vanderwood’s eyes was Hella deadly. Note to self, seriously stop messing with his girlfriend.
Cerise had stayed silent as they went back and forth until the red headed man finally disappeared. She glanced at Marion before quietly busying herself with her cup of coffee. Well…That had pretty much made Vanderwood’s mind up that he needed to get himself some social media accounts. She still seemed to be a little off. He wasn’t used to this whole relationship thing, but he knew he should probably do something. Vanderwood bit his tongue trying to come up with anything to say. “How’s breakfast?” Oh, small talk, yeah…That’s what she needed, sure. Her eyes found him again. “Breakfast is amazing, thanks…”
He was hopeless, so he started to fiddle with his phone, downloading a couple of the apps he’d seen on hers when he’d removed all of her geotags. Cerise raised an eyebrow at him. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she had never really seen him use his phone for anything other than the occasional text or call. “You’re really a great dancer…” Yeah maybe that was more embarrassing…Vanderwood felt lost. Cerise just went red in the face again. “Thanks…I umm…used to sneak out a lot. Dance clubs…a friend decided to video tape me one day, and she put it on the Internet. It got popular, and boy, my parents were not happy. ”
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Sneak out?” Cerise tried to give a little shrug, at least she could manage this conversation without feeling like she was drowning in blush. “Yeah…my friends were a good influence. ” Vanderwood wasn’t sure if he found that endearing or if he was absolutely terrified at the idea of her sneaking out as a teenager. Was he just old or overprotective? “I can imagine your parents were pissed…” He really could only imagine. “My parents never gave a shit what I did.”
With a small sigh, she took a sip of her coffee. She guessed at least her parents cared enough to actually lecture her and make sure she was safe. Really, she couldn’t imagine parents who didn’t care. Cerise gave him a sympathetic look and squeezed his arm beside her. He was still messing around with his phone….What for though?
Fakebook and Instafram was what he’d decided to get for now, and they’d both downloaded, so he started on the profile. Why did they need all this information? Jesus…Seven was one Hell of an idiot for having these accounts all this time, but now he was no better…All because he wanted to look at his girlfriend’s pictures and videos. He found her accounts and hit the follow and friend buttons. “I um…sent you a friend request.” Now he was the one blushing. He’d set his profile picture to the one of him snuggling into her hair. That was such a couple-y thing to do, he thought? At any rate it seemed right to him.
Her questions had been answered once he mentioned that he sent her a friend request. Cerise grinned and checked her phone, finding that he really had….and the picture he had used made her heart melt. She accepted the request. Now she could actually tag him in everything! It was exciting, and she couldn’t wait for him to finally experience the joys of social media. Cerise glanced back at him. He seemed….tense? She couldn’t blame him, she was too but for probably different reasons entirely.
Vanderwood tucked his phone back into his pocket before he turned to her again, a deep breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding escaping him. “Are you really okay…after…last night I mean? It’s um, it’s okay if you don’t want to…um…” What was he even trying to say? “I love you, Cerise…I just want to be sure you’re okay with what happened…”
Cerise stiffened and put her coffee down to look at him. “I’m okay…I’m just…I keep thinking about it.” She admitted with her face turning red again. “I love you too, and I don’t regret it–what we did. I uhh…I’m not used to…” How could she even say it? Cerise took a deep breath and went to her phone, finding his contact information and sending him a text.
There was a rush of relief as she said she didn’t regret it, although he couldn’t fathom what was making her tense. Then she was messing on her phone, avoiding him again? `that feeling frm last night keeps coming back when ur around me` Cerise figured that if she couldn’t say it to his face, she could text it. Hopefully that would help.
His phone pinged, and he checked his texts. “Oh…” Vanderwood’s face turned bright red. Okay…so, if it was easier for her to talk to him about it over text, he would respond the same way. `I keep thinking about it too. That’s normal when you really care about someone.` That sounded about right. He didn’t know a whole lot about love, little to none really, but as far as he did know, being with someone you loved made the experience completely different, something to be treasured. At least that’s how he felt about it. Vanderwood bit at his tongue before he sent her another text. He would have gladly spoken these words aloud, but maybe it would be nice for her to see them too. `You’re the only woman I’ve ever felt this way about.`
She read over his texts and smiled. At least she was normal…and his last text made her heart feel like skipping a beat. It was much easier to talk that way, at least for the moment and especially when just looking at him sent her brain into meltdown. `I’m glad. I’m sorry it’s hard 4 me rn…ur just >///< n I’m… I’ve never had these feelings b4 u n now I’m a wreck n it’s sooo weird admitting this sort of thing.` Was it weird to talk to him through text when he was sitting right there? Or that she was having some major hormonal issues at the moment? Probably. Cerise hit send and glanced at him from the corner of her eye as she took another bite of her breakfast.
It took him a moment to decipher her message. He wasn’t used to text speak, no matter how much Seven used it to confuse him. Once he understood, his blush wasn’t going down, in fact maybe he was starting to have his own issues. Vanderwood coughed before biting his tongue, trying to get words to work right in his brain so he could answer her. It was a little strange talking to her through text when she was sitting right there, but maybe it was the best thing, because there was no way his tongue could work properly at the moment if he was already struggling with his head. `It’s alright. It’s hard for me too.` Quickly following that text because he realized how that sounded. `Not like that. Well…This morning like that, but you get the idea.` Wow, he could even manage to be a complete idiot over text. Congratulations, man.
Cerise was about to respond when another text came through and her face flushed more. Her thought process hadn’t even gone there until he decided he needed to elaborate. `omg well at least it’s good 2 kno that I’m not weird…lol I ❤ u n thx 4 breakfast` Even though she was still a blushing lunatic, Cerise held up her phone and took a selfie as she blew a kiss into her camera and then immediately sent it to him. It was strange considering he was next to her and literally saw her do it, but she felt like she needed to. She put her phone back down on the table and attempted to finish what remained if her breakfast and coffee.
She was so incredibly adorable. He kind of wanted to send a selfie back, which was weird, because he’d never done that type of thing before. Vanderwood worked on his breakfast for a while right along with her, although his thoughts even more so now kept slipping to last night and the fact that she was thinking about it too. She was even apparently reacting to him right now. Jesus, he shouldn’t be thinking about it, really. Well, there was really no helping it.
He almost turned to his phone when he was done to ask her if she wanted to go back to the room but realized he didn’t need it and could just open his mouth. “Shortcake…do you want to go to my room for a bit? Seven’s probably gonna want to leave for this mission thing soon, and we can talk about it in there.” He was going to need to lay just a couple of ground rules while he was gone, that was the only reason that he would really tell her more than just how long he would be gone and when he’d be checking in, right? No…he was just going to tell her everything, because he was a besotted idiot. Well…it really wouldn’t hurt anything for her to know anyway.
“Mission thing? You’re leaving?” That was probably the reason they had been talking the previous day…Cerise didn’t really like the fact that he’d be leaving to do something potentially dangerous, especially since she saw how often he tended to get hurt. “Just for a little while.” He got up to grab the plates and various items and put them where they belonged. The redhead wasn’t going to remember to put his plate away later so he’d have to deal with that before he left too. Fucking slob.
She finished her cup of coffee and clutched her phone. “Yeah…we can talk about it there. ” Cerise frowned. She didn’t want him to leave at all. At this point, she was so used to having him around and being able to talk to him when she needed to and generally being there with him wherever he went. God I’m clingy…
Vanderwood bit his tongue and reached down to hold Cerise’s hand on the way back to his bedroom, blushing a bit as he did so. It just felt so nice to hold her hand. He’d never really thought of himself as someone who craved physical attention, since he never let anyone touch him, but Cerise was totally different. Once they were back in the room, he laid down on his bed and motioned for her to do the same.
Cerise had squeezed his hand when he led her back to his room, more to comfort herself than anything. Now he was motioning for her to lay with him…She tried not to think of what they’d done there last night, laying on her side, so she could properly hold a conversation with him instead of feeling like she was talking to a wall or ceiling. “So…mission.”
Vanderwood rolled over to take her hand again, it was easier to look her in the eyes this way anyway. Although he couldn’t help but think about last night, particularly now they were in his bed, which was real great of him. What a lovely one-track mind. He bit his tongue to get back his focus. “Yeah…It’s our own so we’re not on a deadline. Seven needs to find his twin brother before we can leave the agency, something about protecting him from the whole reason he entered the agency in the first place.”
His heart twinged just a little bit at the thought of Seven having had an estranged brother this entire time. He would have done anything to be able to be with his brother, which obviously would never happen. “I’ll be gone two days, and I’ll check in every twelve hours on the hour. A little extra here and there when I can manage it. If I’m gone longer than that…I’ll find my way back to you, I promise. I don’t plan on dying or getting hurt.” The latter probably would happen, but he didn’t want to worry her too much.
He’d already come up with his plans for how to get in contact with her and check in, even though he shouldn’t do that at all. Honestly having her around, he didn’t want to go anywhere without her, but there was no way she was coming along for this. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed each individual finger. “I’ll always find my way home to you.” Cheesy, but true. Wherever Cerise was felt like home now.
Two days was not just a little while. That was forty-eight whole hours…more if something went wrong. She felt for Seven having a brother he needed to rescue, and it sounded like he really needed Marion on his side to do it…otherwise she would have argued against it. Cerise really wanted to be understanding of him whether it was his job or his vices, but it didn’t mean that she didn’t worry. “If you don’t come back…I will absolutely never forgive you. ” Marion had better make good on that promise because she couldn’t imagine losing him, especially this soon. Cerise scooted closer to him and nuzzled into his shoulder. “I love you, Marion. You better come back.”
She had him snorting softly as he nuzzled into her hair. “Of course, I’ll come back. I have someone to live for now.” He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head before he moved back to kiss her lips, feeling like he needed to. His hand slid into her hair, wanting to keep her close even as he broke the kiss. Cerise was his everything, and maybe he was getting a little carried away, but he couldn’t imagine losing her. He’d be more lost than he’d ever been. “Je’taime aussi, Cerise.”
She smiled when he answered her in French. He was amazing in his pronunciation, so amazing that maybe teaching him would be an easy feat…In turn, he could maybe help her become more fluent in English. Now it was her turn to slide a hand into his hair; it was her favorite spot. Cerise was glad to spend this time with him and kissed him back affectionately, more so now that she knew he was going to be gone for a few days. It still bothered her, but he had to do what he had to do.
Her emotions were still building up to a breaking point, though. She almost wanted to cry, but she would not be a little bitch in front of him right now. Cerise wanted to show him that she could be strong…except whoops she was crying a little anyways. Fail.
Was she crying? Vanderwood broke the kiss to kiss her tears away instead. His heart ached a little at the thought that this was his fault. She didn’t want to be away from him anymore than he wanted to be away from her. He held her even tighter. Cerise found comfort in his embrace, and she felt like she didn’t want to ever be away from it…more clingy thoughts, but she just couldn’t help it. At least he had stopped her tears, and Cerise thought that maybe he was better at this than he realized.
Vanderwood loved holding her like this, her hand in his hair, the two of them cuddled up together, and he certainly didn’t want to be away from her any time soon. Still, he had a feeling he would get carried away if he didn’t pull away from her, his imagination both a blessing and a curse. He gave her a quick soft kiss before trying to explain to her and failing miserably. “I uh…if I don’t…unless you want to…”
Cerise was giving him a puzzled look at his attempt to talk, and he was turning redder than an overcooked lobster. Why? Why couldn’t he be direct with her like he was with every other human on the planet? It wasn’t about the addiction, it was more…he was realizing even more so how much he appreciated her and wanted that intimacy all the more knowing that he would be gone and the danger he would be in. His face was so red from embarrassment, he would be surprised if she didn’t just outright laugh at him. “I um…do you want to have sex?” That wasn’t how he’d meant to say it either. He hadn’t meant to ask! Damn, he was useless. “I mean I need to pull away or I’ll want to…”
Oh. So that was why. She had been watching his attempts to talk with furrowed brows, but not it all made sense. Cerise found herself turning equally red then. Hadn’t they just…and he wanted to…again? They hadn’t even had time to talk about the sheets yet. Asking her had made her become extremely hyperaware of him again. “I…” Cerise looked up to him, catching his gaze with hers, blushing up to her ears. “I do. Want to…want you…”
Okay, deep breaths. Her response was equally disjointed, and she was blushing like crazy too, so at least they were both acting like fumbling teenagers. Vanderwood bit his tongue, trying to get himself a little under control. “Okay…” He stroked his fingers along her cheek and down over her neck as he gave her a soft kiss. “Okay.” she repeated. At least he was as flustered as she was…and it wasn’t like they hadn’t done the same thing the night before. “Okay.” If she wanted to, he didn’t have to be as worried, so he let that go, sliding his hand along her shoulder now and down her back as he teased her lower lip with his tongue.
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Just his simple touches now were making her body react in ways that were beyond her control which both liked and hated it all at once. Cerise let her hands rest on his chest, it was still weird trying to figure out what exactly she should be doing with them. She knew what he wanted when he teased her lip again with his tongue, it was one of the first things he had taught her. Cerise parted her lips to give him access if he wanted it as she let one hand slide up from his chest to his face, letting her thumb softly caress his cheek.
Vanderwood pressed his hand against the small of her back, pulling her as close to him as he could manage. She didn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, even though no matter where she touched him he wasn’t complaining. Maybe he should tell her that? He teased and played with her tongue, enjoying the way she could do it back now that she’d gotten more comfortable with it.
That’s when he heard a knock on his door and then it opening. Did the redhead have a death-wish? Vanderwood’s eyes were dark as he glared over at Seven who had started to talk. “We should really get g-” He was cut off by Vanderwood throwing his now ruined Arabic dictionary at him from the nightstand. The redhead managed to close the door in time not to get hit, by some miracle. Okay, make a note, do not enter before given permission. Cerise felt like she would die once the door had opened, but luckily Vanderwood remedied that issue quickly. Seven seemed to be nice enough of a guy he just seemed to have a penchant for getting on Vanderwood’s nerves. Cerise could almost laugh at herself, seeing as sometimes she wasn’t any better…
Vanderwood bit his tongue and looked back to Cerise sheepishly. “Sorry, mon amour…” He nuzzled her gently before mumbling softly the thought he’d had earlier. “You know you can touch me anywhere…” His face was on fire again thanks to that, glorious. She nuzzled him back and smiled, glad that that was over with. There were worse times he could have interrupted, at least. “Oh~? Where would you like for me to touch you, ma moitié?” Whoa, Cerise. Not here. Not now. Why. Notnownotnownotnownotnow. Her face was about ten shades redder than it had previously been. She had now achieved ultimate redness.
He had no idea what the French phrase she’d used meant but he was as red as she was. That was forward, and he was totally unprepared. “I…uh…everywhere?” That was stupid but true. Still, he could be clearer. Vanderwood took her hands and laid them on his shoulders. “Just…start here and…explore…” Really this was entirely new to both of them. The few times she had touched him before were enough to tell him that no matter what she did, he would turn to putty, but he had yet to give her time for a full exploration. It was unfamiliar for him to be touched anywhere let alone everywhere.
It looked to Cerise like he was a little thrown off, but he was still trying to work with her. At least he had a little patience when it came to her random unfiltered outbursts. Still sporting a blush that would make a tomato jealous, she’d let him lay her hands on his shoulders. She hovered there for a second and then trailed her hands down his arms and then back up. “Like that?” Vanderwood tried to focus on breathing. Cerise had touched him last night, but somehow, it was just as good or better this time. Her fingers left little goosebumps where she touched, and he closed his eyes just to focus on what she was doing, enjoying it even more than he’d expected.
“Yeah…like that.” How could even the tiniest of touches send his heart into overdrive? It was a miracle to him that his heart was even working anymore. She then trailed her hands down his torso from his shoulders, stopping to explore his collar bone, then his chest, and down to his abdomen. Cerise spent time running her fingers down his side and to his back, tracing little words of endearment along the way. The way her fingers were starting to leave a burning trail had Vanderwood biting his tongue and then she’d kissed him so he couldn’t do that anymore. That was when she started to kiss along his chin and neck and his breath hitched so hard Vanderwood honestly thought he would stop breathing. His hand slipped back into her hair, wrapping some of it around his hand to bunch there like that.
Cerise started to give him a similar treatment to what he had done for her before, guessing that since she had liked it he would too, placing soft kisses before she was brave enough to nip and lick at his neck a bit…which reminded her. She trailed kisses down to his shoulder before she bit down. Hard. Vanderwood was lost in the enjoyment. Her lips were leaving an even hotter trail and then…a low grunt escaped him at the pain of her bite, but it also felt…good…which was a new way for pain to feel.
“That was for biting me yesterday, you jerk.” Her voice didn’t hold any malice, it was actually relatively playful. Cerise knew that he hadn’t done it to be mean, more to tease her. She was just giving him payback. Vanderwood had snorted softly, aware that Cerise was teasing him, making a smile break out across his face. “You sure you weren’t just laying claim to your territory?” Of course, it wouldn’t faze him much. He was even smiling at her…how rude. His next words had her a little more flustered. Laying claim to her territory? Why did that have to sound so appealing? She stared at him a little wide eyed, and she didn’t have a chance to respond before he moved to kiss her again.
He’d put his hand on the side of her neck to keep her where she was, kissing her deeply. She felt like when he kissed her like that, it was enough to infiltrate her very soul. Cerise noticed when he pulled away from the kiss that he was mimicking what she had just done, moving down along her jaw and neck, did that mean he was going to…it seemed like it, and she was somewhat nervous, although what he was doing was making it hard to remain tense because of the heat building in her body.
He teased in the crook of her shoulder with his tongue before lightly grazing his teeth over the matching spot to where she had bitten him, feeling the desire to leave his own mark. Should he indulge himself? “What if I want to leave my mark too? So the whole world knows you’re taken.” At least he hadn’t done it without warning. As much as she hated pain, for some reason the thought of him marking her made her feel a bit excited. “What a wonderful aesthetic that would be…” Cerise teased lightly and reached to move her hair out of the way, pulling it over her other shoulder. She wouldn’t be surprised if even he could hear her heart racing at this point.
She had again braced herself for the pain that she knew was coming, holding on to him as he pulled her closer before actually biting down. Vanderwood grazed his teeth over the spot once more, twice, giving her a little time to process what was coming before he held her to him, biting down, sucking so he didn’t have to bite nearly as hard. That possessive streak of his seemed to be purring with satisfaction at what he was doing, which was something he’d never done either. Everything with Cerise was a new experience. Cerise let out a soft cry but was surprised to find that it hurt in a much different way than she was used to. It was almost…pleasurable? Yeah…she was officially weird.
He pressed a gentle kiss to the mark, admiring it before he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her again. Vanderwood was hopelessly addicted to her lips, hopelessly lost in their love, and he poured those feelings into that kiss as his hands drifted to the hem of her top. His kiss held both the hunger of his possession and his raw love for this woman who could make even the darkest of times feel like the world was a beautiful place, something he never thought it was before.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her again, somehow that kiss felt so much more passionate and intense than any other he had given her. Was it her imagination? It was almost like he was wordlessly speaking to her, she wanted to respond to him, tell him how she felt through this connection. As soon as she realized where his hands where, she made quick work of her top and tossed it aside before she had her lips back on his. Cerise poured all of her spoken and unspoken feelings into her own kiss, letting her instinct tell her what to do.
The way she was kissing him now took his breath away. Was she doing the same as he had? It was like she was telling him too just how much she loved and cared for him. His fingers trailed along her sides, up her back, finding her bra and pausing slightly. Vanderwood broke the kiss, locking his brown eyes with her honey gold. “Je’taime mon amour…You’re my other half.” It had felt right to say, even if he wasn’t used to sharing his feelings with anyone; it had just felt right.
He’d wanted to say it before he went any farther, wanted her to know it wasn’t just something he was saying because he was on some high. Something in him had clicked and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her; he wanted to marry her. This wasn’t the time to make decisions like that, but he knew he was serious. Later…he would deal with that later when he came back, so he could tell her properly.
Cerise had stopped and took a moment to look into his eyes. How did he…she didn’t think that he understood much French. Where had he learned that? “Je’taime aussi…” she replied in a voice barely above a whisper. Cerise was searching his eyes a bit with her own for a moment before she spoke again. “Marion…how did you know what I said…?” It probably wasn’t the time to be asking and ruining the moment, but it had caught her off guard so much that it had just tumbled out.
“What?” He furrowed his brows. What she’d said…? Oh…earlier…The French term he hadn’t understood. “Is…is that what you said earlier?” She…felt the same way. Something was most definitely wrong with his heart…or really really right with it. Vanderwood felt something he could only describe as utter joy. He kissed her again and again, little short kisses before he peppered her face with them.
She tried to process what had just happened as he reacted. He hadn’t known? Vanderwood unknowingly said the same thing to her? Cerise felt her heart swell and a broad smile overtook her face as he peppered her face with small kisses. It was a warm feeling seeing him like this, so different than when she had first met him. It wasn’t so long ago but he’d seemed a little…dark, apathetic? She knew better now. Cerise knew him better now.
If he could have remembered what the French word she’d used earlier sounded like, he would have repeated it to her over and over as well, but instead he just kept saying, “Je’taime” and he did, he really did. This was most definitely one of the happiest moments of his life. He nibbled at her lip and her chin, going to kiss her neck and then the mark her had left earlier. Could life be any more perfect?
Cerise couldn’t stop smiling and just held onto him, holding him as close as she could while he went to kiss her neck and shoulder. Nuzzling into him and feeling his warmth felt like the most right thing in the world. This was where she was supposed to be. She didn’t even want to think about the fact that she’d have to be a few days without him.
Vanderwood couldn’t help the way he was feeling, and he wouldn’t have wanted to if he could. His hands were trailing along her body again, tugging her skirt away with just enough of a pause to make sure she was okay with that. It was enough to turn her body into a furnace, it felt like. She could feel the need that she had for him weighing on her now.
For Vanderwood, it almost felt like an epiphany. Right now, he wanted that closeness. He had wanted her earlier too, but it was just an even different kind of want now. Sex wasn’t just sex anymore. There was no denying that the hormones he’d always had were there. but it was something else now. too. Vanderwood ran a hand along her leg as the other once more found the clasp of her bra at her back. “You…still want this, right?” He wanted to make love to her and get as close as he could get to her, but Jesus, he needed to make sure she was on the same wavelength. It was the one thing he’d always at least prided himself on…consent.
Cerise let out a small laugh and kissed his cheek affectionately before she moved her lips to his ear, talking softly. “I want everything~” She didn’t have to scold herself for once. Those were words she had definitely meant to say, as forward as she felt they were for her. Vanderwood tensed, although not unpleasantly. Holy God, that had his body reacting, muscles clenching in anticipation rather than frustration. He nuzzled into the side of her face, nipping at her earlobe gently. “I’ll give you my everything.” Shivers made their way down her body when he nipped at her earlobe and with those words… Cerise felt that somehow his attention to her felt even better now than it had last night.
His fingers expertly unclasped her bra, removing it and tossing it to the side. Just like last night, the sight of her topless was absolutely breathtaking to him. Vanderwood kissed her shoulder again before trailing kisses down, teeth grazing lightly over her nipple before he teased at her with his tongue, wanting to hear her moan like she had for him last night. He rubbed her other breast, teasing over the nipple there with his thumb, not wanting to leave it ignored.
She couldn’t help but to lean into him slightly as he teased at and rubbed her breasts. Cerise had wanted to be quiet, since she knew another person was around somewhere in the house, and she wasn’t sure how exactly soundproof the walls were, but that just wasn’t happening apparently. It was like her body always had other plans for her while she was around him, and she ended up moaning louder than she would have liked. She put her hand over his, putting on a little more pressure to show him what she was comfortable with and what felt good for her.
From anyone else, he would have found the direct way she was showing him what she wanted irritating, but from her he was actually glad. Vanderwood wanted to please her. It was a total shift in mindset, one that he couldn’t help but to appreciate from himself. The more sounds she made the more he liked it, not even caring about Seven. The kid would have put his noise cancelling headphones on by now anyway. He pressed a gentle kiss to her hand on his, following her lead and letting her show him before he lightly nipped her knuckle and moved her hand away, so he could switch sides, showing her with his hand on the other side now that he’d been paying attention.
She bit her lip, still attempting not to make way too much noise as he switched sides. Despite her best efforts, some sounds still escaped. Cerise knew that he liked to hear her, but she didn’t want to disturb the other resident of the house too much…especially with something like this. She was delighted to see that he had actually paid attention when she had shown him something she thought might feel good, and it was even better without her assisting him.
Vanderwood pulled away to move lower, kissing her wound gently, causing Cerise to jump a bit. She was still really careful about it, because it was tender sometimes. He just moved on, after making eye contact, hooking his fingers into her panties and tugging the fabric away, taking a moment to just appreciate the view. She felt a bit exposed now that her panties were tugged away, and she fought every urge to cover herself up despite having done this the previous night. He’d seen her before…he loved her. She told herself she was okay as she took a deep breath and ran her hand through his hair affectionately.
He mulled over his options here, where he could go next, and he was more than ready to just take her…but with the way she still seemed apprehensive, he’d rather show her even further just how beautiful this intimacy was. He’d only recently discovered the beauty of it himself and wanted to share it with her. If she wanted everything…”Ready to try something new?” Something new? She only knew the basics of how sex worked, and she could have sworn they had covered all the bases…What else even was there? No matter, she trusted him in whatever it was that he wanted to show her. “I’m ready…” she answered, as she watched him curiously, wondering what else they would do.
He moved down her body and kissed her thigh softly. Her discomfort was probably a combination of being new to this, some insecurities still maybe, and the way she was being quiet, worrying about Seven. Those were all guesses, but he was pretty perceptive, and it would be better not to talk about it right now. Vanderwood certainly didn’t want to bring up the redhead, so he’d just have to get the sounds out of her by making her feel too good to remember. His hands slid along her thighs before he pushed her legs further apart, moving down to give her a teasing lick, pausing for her first reaction to this new sensation. She tasted even better like this than from his fingers, that was for sure. “Feel good, mon amour?”
Her eyes widened and her face flushed something awful. Had he just… It undoubtedly felt good, she was just surprised. Cerise had to figure out how to make words work again. Word, words, words…She ended up muttering something in French. Wait, no. Cerise shook her head. Wrong words. Focus. She didn’t want to ruin it by voicing her surprise at it, though he could probably figure as much from her face…”Y-yeah…feels great.” She felt like she might have been blushing harder. Her face felt like it was heating up more, anyways. Was that even a possibility?
Vanderwood chuckled a little. She was surprised, and that he had expected, but not the mumbling in French. Even during sex, he couldn’t help but find her adorable, beautiful and sexy, but adorable nonetheless. “I’m glad…I’ll just give you more then.” He made good on his statement, going slowly once more before he let his tongue explore.
This wasn’t entirely new to him, he’d done it maybe three or four times simply for the satisfaction of knowing he was good at it, but that had been irritating otherwise, making him obsessively wash himself off afterwards. This he was actually enjoying fully without the skin-crawling feeling. Her taste filled his mouth, and he wanted to memorize it. Vanderwood felt his erection throb but ignored it, wanting to take her closer to the edge before he did anything.
Cerise had put her forearm to her mouth, biting down on it to muffle herself. The entire concept was so strange to her, but it felt so amazing. She just had to ignore the fact that he was so close to her. Cerise lost her train of thought and loudly cried out when his tongue found her sensitive bud, teasing there and then sucking on her. So much for muffling herself. At that point, she figured even the Gods themselves could have heard that. The hand that she had been using to stroke his hair was now bunched up in it as he teased at her.
That cry and her hand in his hair, it had him impatient. He needed some sort of relief, even if he wasn’t done with her quite yet. Vanderwood pulled his pajama pants off and tossed them off the bed. Cerise wondered for a moment why he was stopping but didn’t complain as he got naked. Vanderwood simply returned to his place between her legs like he’d never left, tongue swirling over her clit.
He had one hand on her thigh, tracing little designs and stroking himself with the other, moaning softly against her. It served to make him want her more, but at least now he wasn’t in nearly as much pain. His treatment of her had Cerise arching a bit and curling her toes as she moaned out his name in complete ecstasy. Cerise had forgotten that she was supposed to try and be quiet. The sight he was giving her paired with his soft moans and his tongue teasing at her most sensitive area…she was sure that she was wound up tightly enough to break soon.
Cerise was feeling again like she had the previous night except it didn’t alarm her this time. She knew what the end result would be, and it made her want it even more. He pulled away from her before she could experience that feeling again, causing her to whine against him softly as he went up to kiss her. She could taste herself on him, and as strange as that sounded and felt to her, it made her desire for him grow deeper. It was still such a foreign feeling, and it felt so intense for her.
Now, he mumbled against her lips, positioning himself to thrust inside her, but wanting to tell her first. It felt like he just couldn’t wait, but he forced himself to, because this was so much more important. “You’re my everything, Cerise.” It was difficult to talk with as breathless as she felt, with as mesmerizing as his voice was when it dipped so low like this, but somehow, she managed. “…and you’re mine, Marion. I love you, ma moitié.” She gave him a kiss of her own and then nuzzled him affectionately. Cerise didn’t know she could feel that strongly about a person, but here she was. With everything in her, she loved and adored this man to her very core.
“Ma moitié.” He repeated it to her, running a hand through her hair before deciding that now was as good a time as any to give them both some relief. That was when he realized something was missing, reaching for it quickly and biting his tongue. Well, that was something he’d never nearly done. After…he’d deal with that after, because right now they both needed each other desperately. He slipped on the condom and pressed himself against her entrance.
Cerise moved her hips to let him know that she was ready, moaning at the sensation of being filled by him. Vanderwood wasn’t as slow as yesterday, although he did give her some time to adjust, moaning against her lips before he found a steady pace. She was expecting it to hurt again, but the pain hadn’t come the second time, and she was able to adjust to him much more quickly.
They were as close as they could get, and yet, he felt like he could never get enough of her. She was his, and he was hers. Nothing and no one would take that away from him. It was still so amazing to him the way she made him feel. Vanderwood craved her hands on him, kissing along her neck to that mark on her shoulder. “Touch me…” It didn’t come out like a command, more like pleading, but it didn’t upset him, how helpless he felt for her. Normally, helplessness made him need to clean or control every tiny detail of his life, but this wasn’t that kind of lost confusion and pain, it felt good to want her, need her.
He didn’t have to tell her twice; her hands were on him and roaming his body as soon as he had uttered the words. She moved so that she had access to his neck, not an easy feat considering their size difference, but she was athletic enough to manage it, placing hot kisses there as her hands found their way to his back, tracing along his skin like she was trying to memorize every inch with her fingertips. Cerise started to let her nails drag along lightly over his skin, liking the way it felt on her fingers, just a little more resistance that way.
Vanderwood closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations she was giving him. When she dragged her nails lightly over his skin, he couldn’t help but to curse. “Oh, fuck.” His hand bunched in her hair as he changed angles for her, knowing he could find and hit a spot that would make her feel even better. Hearing him curse made her feel a little smug, taking it as a sign that she was on the right track before she clung to him tightly with the change in angles.
She was sure that her nails were digging into him accidentally, but the feeling she was experiencing was almost too overwhelming for her. He had her gasping his name and crying out much more frequently. Vanderwood didn’t even mind that her nails were digging into him slightly, in fact it just made him curse again. Would she make him swear every time they had sex? Probably. Vanderwood never wanted it to end, even more so because he knew that he’d have to leave soon, but he wanted to be wrapped up in her for eternity.
Now that tight and tense feeling calling for relief was back full force, like she was wound up so tightly that she would break at any moment. “Marion, I’m…” Cerise was able to at least get that much out in between how much gasping and moaning she was doing. Oh, right. She was supposed to be quiet…It was obviously too late now, because she was the exact opposite of that.
Her sounds were winding him up even further, and he could tell that she was getting close before she’d even tried to speak. “It’s okay, mon amour.” He moaned the term of endearment more than he said it, feeling like he was about to break apart into pieces. “I’m…right there with you.” Holy crap, the way he had uttered that was incredibly sexy and it did nothing but push her closer to that release she needed.
Cerise reached her climax mere seconds before he did, burying her head into his shoulder as she cried out his name. Vanderwood was right there, waiting for her release before he let go himself. Being polite during sex was new to him, but it also was so rewarding, because her crying out his name almost seemed like it tipped him right over the edge towards ecstasy in a totally new way. He stopped his motion as he came hard, crying out her name in turn.
She stayed there buried into his shoulder as she tried to compose herself, still clinging to him like she had before, both of them completely lost. He nuzzled into her hair as she clung to him, trying to catch his breath and get to the point where he could function like a normal human being again. Vanderwood pulled out to roll onto his side, bringing her with him, careful to avoid hurting her. Cerise let out a small squeak in surprise but recovered quickly, just wanting to nuzzle back into him, only to be momentarily disappointed. He’d shifted away to dispose of the nearly forgotten condom before he returned to snuggling her.
Vanderwood pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “How was everything, ma moitié?” The tease had a little pepper of blush in his own cheeks, but considering that he was already flushed from their lovemaking, it wasn’t so bad. She kissed his cheek and ran a hand through his hair, smiling affectionately at him. “Everything,” She put emphasis on it like he had, teasing him a bit, “…was perfect. She swept his bangs back to place her own kiss on his forehead. “Thank you.”
He snorted softly at her teasing him in return. Vanderwood was going to marry her, no doubt about it. All he needed was to find a ring and the right time to ask. How long had they been together now? A few weeks? It hardly seemed sane, but that was definitely how he felt. Love…it was something he’d never thought he’d have, and yet, she made him feel like he deserved it. He’d told her he wanted to be with her forever, and that was as close as he could feasibly get, the intimacy they’d just shared just making him want it all the more. Trust him to think of getting married after sex. Jesus.
Seven removed his noise cancelling headphones, hoping he wouldn’t have his ears assaulted. It had been about an hour, surely, they were done. Thank God. Maybe with someone else he would have taped it and sent it to them as a prank, but with as much stress as he was under, Seven wasn’t feeling up to it. He was really antsy to get going, but Vanderwood didn’t seem in as much of a hurry. Apparently, wanting to be around your girlfriend would do that to you. The redhead shrugged and made his way to Vanderwood’s door, knocking but not entering. Okay, so maybe he could have just a little bit of fun. “Marion~!” He cried the name in a false French accent.
Cerise tensed up when she heard the knock, but she became irritated quickly once she heard Seven pretty much mocking her accent. She felt she really understood why Vanderwood wanted to tase him. Hell, she wanted to tase him at that point. The knock had already gotten Vanderwood irritated, but the way Seven said his name. His eyebrow twitched, and he pulled Cerise closer to his body, pulling a blanket over them as he called out to the redhead. “Leave us the fuck alone. Or do I need to tase you again?” Cerise snuggled into him, just letting him handle it. Vanderwood obviously had a way with words.
He was really just ridiculously irritated with Seven today. The kid was sticking his nose into everything. Granted, the guy was nervous and worried about his brother, which did relax Vanderwood somewhat in sympathy, but why did he have to keep being annoying? “I’ll be out in a half hour.” Cerise felt a twinge of sadness… half an hour…that’s all the time she had left with him. She still really didn’t want him to go, but she knew that he had to.
With soft grunt, he shook his head and nuzzled the top of her head, certain that the redhead had run off again. “Why did I take a bullet for that idiot?” Well, he knew the answer to that question. Vanderwood held his right hand out, noting the gouged and raised crisscrossing scars before resting his chin on the top of her head, stroking her back gently as he was lost in thought.
This wasn’t the time to be thinking about any of that really…he should be enjoying what little time he had left with Cerise before his trip, and he had enough to worry about in the present. Cerise stayed quiet and just focused on the feeling of having him there warm and next to her while he stroked her back. He seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Once he left, it would be the first time since the day they met that they would be apart for an extended amount of time.
Vanderwood pulled back to press a kiss to her lips gently. “I’m going to miss you…” She’d welcomed the kiss, always delighted to feel his lips press against hers, but the topic of conversation made her feel a little lost. “I’ll miss you too…only two days, right?” Two days still seemed like a long time for her, but considering the nature of their work, it was probably a short time to do a job, especially if it was complicated.
“Just two…” It felt like it would be way too long already, and he hadn’t even left yet. Time was ticking down every minute. “I’ll try not to get into trouble for you…and when I get back I can take you back to your place.” When he got back, he’d also be finding her a ring, something beautiful enough to match her. What was her ring size? Pretty small, he thought. Vanderwood nonchalantly took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Definitely a smaller size. If he chose wrong, he could always get it resized.
Cerise wasn’t even sure what to think about the plans for when he returned. Back to her place…it felt like a strange concept. She hadn’t even spent but a few hours at her apartment before she was whisked away and on the run with Marion. Despite all the bad things that had happened, there were a lot of good things, too. If she hadn’t met him, there would no doubt be an unexplainable hole in her heart that she wouldn’t be able to fill. Cerise couldn’t imagine being without him now, as silly as it might seem, considering how long they had known each other.
After a little longer of just holding her, giving her the occasional kiss, he looked at his clock and groaned. The redhead was smart enough not to have come back right on the dot, but he’d be back soon enough. Cerise was content with the silent company for a while, it meant that she couldn’t say anything completely stupid and ruin the mood, but now he really needed to get ready, and as much as she would prefer he stay in bed with her, Cerise knew it wouldn’t be good to ask. Vanderwood gave her another long kiss before he got up to put on his clothes, strapping his taser on. She watched him get ready, like she was committing his image to her memory. “There should be food you can make while you’re here and what’s mine is yours.” He indicated his TV with his chin.
“Okay…I’ll try not to burn the house down while you’re gone. ” Vanderwood snorted pretty hard. He was pretty sure Seven had gotten closer to burning down the house than she was going to get. Now he crawled back onto the bed to kiss her again, deep and slow, unable to resist. Vanderwood didn’t want to go, but the sooner he left, the sooner he’d be back, right? She kissed him back eagerly, embracing him tightly as she did so. Cerise broke away and watched him for a moment before speaking. “Take a picture with me before you leave.” She hopped up and got dressed quickly before grabbing her phone. “This way when I miss you, I can open my phone and see you. ”
Her request had his heart completely melting, that now familiar fuzzy feeling in his chest making a smile break across his face. “Of course, mon amour. Make sure you send it to me too.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing his chin on top of her head. “How’s this?” Cerise could move him however she wanted, and he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Vanderwood had developed rather a liking for pictures…at least pictures with her.
She had honestly been expecting him to protest at least a little. Cerise knew how much he had disliked having his picture taken, but she was excited that he was allowing it and even wanted a copy. Cerise leaned back into him a little and smiled. “It’s perfect. ” She positioned her camera so that they were both in the frame and snapped the picture, checking the picture and deciding she was satisfied with the first take. It looked so natural. Grinning, she turned to show it to him. “I think it turned out good.”
“Anything with you in it is perfect.” Cheesy, but true; it just slipped out of his mouth without a thought. There was no point in worrying about how cheesy he had clearly become, because there was no stopping it. Vanderwood loved the picture. They looked comfortable and happy; they were comfortable and happy. He really didn’t want to leave, but it was time for him to go.
His heart was actually aching as he took her chin and gave her yet another long kiss, wanting to be able to remember the feeling of kissing her while he was away. “I’ll be back soon.” It took him a minute to actually let go of her and tear himself away. She was able to keep from letting herself tear up, not wanting to worry him right before he left, Marion was going to have more important things to think about if she wanted him to stay safe. The last kiss he had given her felt a little bittersweet. “I’ll be waiting…be safe.”
Vanderwood greeted Seven in the living room where he was lounging on the couch. “You were so ready to get going earlier, so let’s get going.” They had a long drive ahead of them, and he was just happy the redhead would be the one driving so he could text Cerise.
After sending him the picture, Cerise grabbed a pillow and held it to herself, sitting down and bringing her knees to her chest, burying her face into it. She just had to get through two days; she could manage that, right? There were plenty of things she could busy herself with, plus it wasn’t like she would have zero contact with him…it would be fine. It had to be fine.
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