How can I help you, sweetie?

Describe what you think my muse smells like!

“Hmmm...I think that’s pretty accurate. Though I would say fresh, clean strawberry-scented hair because of my shampoo, of course.”

He relaxes in beside her, carefully trying to think of the best way to get the words out that he wants. Instead, Damien is looking down at his lap while he covered his mouth with his hand as he thinks, it takes a while to process the thought before he speaks up.

     “I, uh..” He takes a deep breath, “well, it’s a few things.. Mostly, I’ve relapsed, a lot, and it isn’t just like alcohol. I got my hands back on some heroin a little while ago because I was stressed and trying to cope.”

The blond sounds disappointed in himself, looking down at the mug and his hand in his lap.

    “I’ve been working three weeks solid, and the Holidays haven’t ever been great for me.. There is even a new Bro running around the time line that scared me because is like the Hell child of me and my brother… And it’s all excuses, but, it doesn’t change the fact it happened, several times. I’m already cleaning up and back on methadone to help.”

“It does! And you bet your cute butt I’m getting one once everything is unpacked.”

Roxy waits patiently for some news that might be life changing or something along those lines, but thankfully it doesn’t come. She fought back he urge to let out a small sigh of relief and instead reached up with a free hand to gently stroke his hair.

“Oh, baby. I can understand that happening. As sad as it is, I’m not upset with you.” She leans over a little to kiss his head before relaxing back again. “I’m at least happy that you told me instead of keeping it a secret.”

She could hear the disappointment in his voice and pouted a little, using that free hand to gently pull him closer.

He seems delighted to have her return every ounce of affection, giving happy laughs and smiling a real smile before returning to his task. With the hot mugs in hand, he returns to the couch to sit down beside Roxy, handing her one of the mugs that smelt oddly of the passed by holidays of last week.

     “Moving is always Hell.. I know Prince didn’t seem to enjoy it, makes me happy I’ve lived here.”

He gently tucks himself up into her side, leaning over to press a kiss into her cheek before giving a sigh.

   “I do kinda want to talk to you, by the way.. It’s not something really, well.. Comfortable, but I think you will understand.”

Roxy waited patiently for him to come back with the mugs of cider, reveling in the familiar smell. It made her miss the passing holidays already, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that for too long. Instead she took a few small sips as Damien curled up next to her.

    “Yeah, lucky you, mister lucky pants. I just wanted a place that allowed pets, is all. I wasn’t expecting to move as far as I did but...Oh well, what can you do?”

After he kissed her cheek and spoke, she pouted a little and frowned. Already wanting to talk about something uncomfortable.

His apartment smells like spiced wine, and the left over pine from Christmas. His tree is still up and light, but most every thing else has been taken down and put away. 

Either way, the tall blond has filling two mugs up with some hot cider by the time Rox arrives. He looks up, with a loving smile on his face, while putting the two mugs down to go greet her. His arms are around her waist and pulling her into a kiss before he is pressing several into her cheeks and jaw line.

    “I knew it would be a gorgeous women home and into my arms.” He loosens his hold on her so he can guide her to the couch. Vandandi is curled up on the rug near by, barely caring about her while Damien covers her lap in a throw.

    “How are you, Babe?”

Roxy gladly let herself be pulled into his arms, snorting and giggling at all of the sudden kisses being pressed to her face and jaw. “Awwww, did my baby miss me that much?” She made sure to cup his cheeks and give him one big, loving kiss right on the lips after he spoke the first time before moving her hands to rest on his shoulders.

“What a smart, smart, handsome man you are. You certainly know how to reel me in every time.”

She gladly follows him to the couch, almost instantly making herself at home and relaxing back once the throw is on her lap.

Jeez, how long had it been since she actually had to turn on this stupid transporter? She had always kept it on just in case but...Now finding the power button was going to be a fun task. Roxy had to take quite awhile before finally finding it and sighing with relief. Mental note to herself, that’s where the button was. She got back up and went off to make sure that she looked presentable at the least, it wasn’t her fault that moving meant mostly wearing PJs since the rest of her clothes were packed away.

Thankfully, she was able to find something that worked and made sure to leave her phone behind before hopping onto the transporter and withing a few seconds, Roxy was somewhere familiar again. She even let out a sigh of relief. It was so nice to be somewhere familiar and welcoming. He had said he was warming some cider, so naturally she went off to the kitchen to find him. 

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

Well, this was certainly nice, at least in her mind it was. Just relaxing in the tub together after a nice round of sex was always appreciated, especially since he was cute and had brought out a bath bomb. How could she ever say no to such an nice offer from him? It was liked being hugged by warm water while being in his arms, after all. Besides, it had been awhile since they got to relax together like this, hadn’t it?

Roxy thought for a few moments as they relaxed in silence before gently moving around so she could straddle his lap and face him instead, reaching up to brush some hair from his eyes with a happy hum. What? She could be romantic and affectionate when she wanted to be, and this was one of those instances. Even though her fingers were still wet from the water, she had no issue brushing it through his hair with a small chuckle. He was so cute.