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His fingers laid under her chin and then tilted her head back so she could stare right at him as he stared at her back. Even when she was so hurt he couldn’t help but find her incredible looking. Hades brushed a few strands out of her face and then gave a small smile. “Trish, he isn’t worth it. You are worth so much and if he couldn’t see that then someone else will. You will be one man’s treasure,” he whispered before laying his lips on hers.

Melting into his kiss, she grasped the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss remained sweet and tender and just about everything that they’ve never done. But it wasn’t a normal kiss for them. This wasn’t their usual need. This was reassuring and comforting. It was caring. Her hand trailed up and cupped the side of his face, pulling away barely enough to talk. They remained nose to nose, “Thank you,” she murmured against his lips. She’d missed him so damn much.

***

“Whenever I stare into your eyes, I catch a glimpse of heaven in those glistening eyes of yours. I find my paradise.” Hades leaned down slightly to press a soft, loving kiss on her lips before pulling back to smile over at her. “That’s why I like, I mean love looking into your eyes,” he whispered.

He was genuinely in love with her, he wasn’t playing her. And each and every day he proved as much and more. Her eyes flickered away from his momentarily, a small bashful moment before she regained eye contact, “That’s interesting…because I see everything in yours.”

***

Hades halted his steps and caught how her dark hair blew casually against the passing wind while the ends of her light jacket fluttered around playfully. When she turned around he almost fell to the ground with how weak his knees became within seconds of her sight. The way her eyes glowed so brightly, her skin shone flawlessly under the right amount of light hitting her, and the overall way her face expressed such happiness. Hades made his way towards the balcony and wrapped his arms around her before placing a very soft, passionate kiss against her lips. “It’s sinking in slowly though I find myself distracted by you then anything else,” he explained with a small chuckle.

After spending the better part of the morning just laying in bed with each other – no talking, no sound, just simple acts of affection – Hades got up to run out into the city. She didn’t blame him in the least; he didn’t have any qualms with the surrounding area. Besides, he promised to return quickly – so she smiled in return and watched him leave with a soft smile on her face. Trish stretched languidly on the bed, spreading out more than she had when he was with her and relaxed for a bit longer. The night before she had drank her fair share of wine, and probably some other shares too. She wasn’t as hung over as she could have been, but it still called for a slow wake-up. Her eyes drifted over to the window, the sights they held should have been ones that instilled thoughts of wonder. Sighing, she looked away – it was bizarre how one place could be ruined so wholly. Whipping the covers off of her body, she decided to wash away the bad mood she was slowly sinking into with a nice shower. Hades was being so great for her; the least she could do is try to keep it from swallowing her whole.

Trish was down to her lingerie, Hades very much palming her breasts. She was pressed against a wall and very eagerly celebrating the coming of the weekend. They found a reason to celebrate every damn occasion and it was always a good time. She purred against his lips as his hands traveled south, her own fingers digging into his hips and holding him close.

Until a knock resounded through her apartment, that is. Her head whipped to the side, looking in the direction of the door without actually making a move towards it. His lips moved to her neck, never halting his exploration. They’ll leave. Whoever they are, if they value their life, they will leave. Another loud knock and a loud call – could have been a hoot – emitted from the outside hallway. They weren’t about to leave, somehow she could tell that it wouldn’t stop until she answered.

Rolling her eyes, she kissed Hades on the lips soundly, “I’m going to go murder someone, and I’ll be right back.” She grabbed his button down shirt and covered her body, not bothering for full decency of pants, but enough to make sure that whoever was behind that door knew to get the fuck away. And fast. She buttoned the few important buttons as she made her way to the door, ready to tear someone to shreds.

Trish entered her apartment well after sunset. It was quiet and dark, and she didn't necessarily feel the need to turn the living room light on. She just went straight to her bedroom, flicking on the light there before setting her things down on the dresser. Her next stop was the master bathroom, and the large mirror above the marble sinks. She watched her reflection; her usual self-admiring ritual beginning. The wound she'd received a couple of weeks ago was healing nicely; it was barely a line anymore - she was glad that it wasn't going to scar. A scar is the last thing she'd want on her skin. If there were going to be any blemishes on her person, she'd be the one deciding that they would be there, not the other way around. She brushed her fingers over the skin on her face and down her neck, assuring herself that it remained smooth and youthful - it was an effortless job for her, to look this good.

Reaching to the back of her neck, she unclasped the delicate necklace that had been resting there all day. She removed her other jewelery as well, placing them back into their proper homes for another day. Her right hand found the faucet, turning the water to a hot temperature - scalding, but not damaging. She then removed a bandage that rested around her left ring finger, protecting the new found mark. There was an infinity symbol on the right side of her left ring finger, just a small simple detail in black ink. She winced slightly at the water as she slipped her hand under, cleaning off the excess ointment and blood from the procedure.

She'd been thinking about this for a while, it wasn't a spur of the moment decision. It wasn't even something she'd told Hades about before she'd done it. The tattoo was a surprise, hopefully a good one. It was a sign of her devotion to him that would be worn for the world each day. She knew it was something that grated on his nerves, and on her's as well, that he couldn't show her off as his own. But this was something that she wanted to do to show that he'd made an impression and people had best watch out. Her heart was spoken for. At this point in their relationship, she knew without a doubt that she loved him and that she wanted to be with him for good. The future could hold different ideas about that, but she was certain about her wants. She'd always been very sure about her decisions and goals in life. And she knew that she'd love him forever. He'd be in her heart for as long as it beat life through her.

Gently drying her hands, she applied an unscented lotion to her new tattoo while watching her reflection again. She wasn't a naive little girl getting a tattoo for a boy she liked. She was a grown woman who was imprinting a memory on her skin. Something that she could glance at be reminded of how happy he makes her. A token of her undying love and affection. A memento to show him that no matter what, he'll be on her mind and dear to her. And in a worst case scenario, it could be something she could look at and be reminded of the greatest love story of her life - though she wouldn't dwell on that idea, for she doesn't like thinking like that. It was deeply meaningful for her, especially because she was willingly marring her pristine skin.