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Malachite Milestones Statisfaction

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Zoé pulled ahead when finally the people ahead of her started going. She let out a soft huff as she kept having to stop and go. Next time, she was not letting Tim talk her into using the car again. She’ll just go and get on the subway, like she usually did.

Half an hour later she was pulling into the parking complex. Which made her think of another thing! If they didn't have the car in the first place they wouldn't have the parking fee on their monthly bills.

She tried to tell Tim that they didn't need a car, but he wouldn't listen. It’s not her fault he grew up in a quicker-to-navigate city. Truly that was possibly a blessing, living in a densely populated area that could still be easily transported around.

Zoé rubbed her hands down her face and let out an exhausted breath.

She’s home; work’s good; Tim is making dinner; she could relax.

She grabbed her purse and locked the car up before heading to their apartment. Zoé glanced between the staircase and the elevator, she knew the obvious answer. She had already made the decision before even making here, but she was considering taking the stairs to maybe help wake her up a bit more.

She pursed her lips before rolling her eyes, having made up her mind. Soon enough she was in the elevator, slouching against the cool metal transport box.

She really hoped Tim wasn’t finished with dinner, meaning she could just lie down for a hot second before eating. She couldn’t even remember what they agreed on…or what Tim chose. Whatever it was, she knew it would be good.

The elevator dinged and Zoé brought herself up, grabbing her keys out of her purse. She as quickly as she could for as tired as she felt unlocked the door, being sure to lock it behind her.

The smell of pepper, eggs, and bacon was what first registered to her senses. Zoé couldn’t help herself, she closed her eyes inhaling the smell of food in their home with a pleased hum. She had slipped off her shoes before she even reopened her eyes, a rather large smile on her face as she hung up her purse and coat.

The blond was a little more than eager making her down the short hallway to the rest of their home, hanging her keys despite her fast steps. She had to stop abruptly at what greeted her over the countertops to the kitchen.

Her boyfriend in his favorite pair of Batman-themed pajama bottoms, her daffodil diagram crop top, and headphones that also acted to help hold his hair back from his face.

Zoé’s mouth had been slightly parted in confusion at the scene before her, but she slowly leaned against the wall as a small, soft, and extremely amused smile graced her lips. She held herself at her elbows and let her head rest against the wall, watching her boyfriend nod his head side to side to whatever music may be playing. She had no doubt he already knew she was there. He was simply enjoying himself in the kitchen.

Tim turned to her and gave a wide smile, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Zoé pressed her lips together in a tight smile, one that made her eyes squint at him. She didn’t want to move, just watch this moment, this moment of her adorable boyfriend walking around the kitchen with a stolen shirt.

Wasn’t that her job? To steal his clothes? There’s rules weren’t there?

It only made sense for Tim to break even the silliest of rules.

“Welcome home,” the shirt thief said lovingly as he made his way to her, “Dinner’s done.”

“I see that,” Zoé spoke as she stopped leaning against the wall.

“Really? You look close to passing out,” he teased.

Zoé locked her fingers on the nape of his neck and leaned her head back, “Promise I’m not quite there Rob.”

“You sure Honey,” he leaned closer to her, and reached his hands around her to hold his wrists.

“I’m quite sure,” she insisted in an almost whisper. She leaned up, both of them smiling as they kissed, but Zoé had to pull away. A soft laugh came from her lips and she brought one her hands to cover her mouth.

“What,” Tim’s brows came down in confusion, and his mouth practically a pout.

“You’re scratchy,” Zoé giddily snickered behind her hand.

Tim frowned and reached for his face, rubbing the light stubble that had started making itself known. His voice was a little disheartened, “Guess I forgot the past few nights. I’ll shave tonight.”

“No,” Zoé grabbed his face. She grinned, “I like it.” Almost as though to prove it she kissed him again. With a bright smile she said, “You should grow it out a little. You’ve never had much facial hair.”

“I have,” Tim argued, but Zoé shook her head.

“Fake ones don’t count,” she stated firmly. She looked between his eyes and the stubble, she ran her thumb over it, “Just try it out.”

Tim sighed, “Because you asked.”

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He blinked hard a few times trying to stay awake. Tim lazily swirled his drink, hoping the motion would keep him from passing out at this event. He wished Bruce had been able to make it, or better yet, go and he could skip the whole thing.

Maybe next time he could get Damian to come instead…

Actually nevermind, it would be odd for a teenager to come without a parent or guardian of sorts.

Tim took a sharp intake of breath but was able to register who was touching his forehead before opening his eyes. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes. Tim smiled up at Zoé as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Hey,” his voice came out a little more exhaunted than he’d like.

“Hey,” she replied in a teasing tone.

“What,” Tim laughed quietly.

Zoé hummed with raised eyebrows, “I wonder.”

“Wonder what,” Tim inquired whilst fighting laughter.

“Why you’re a few minutes away from passing out at this reception.” Zoé held his hair back as she said, “This wedding reception.”

Tim pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Told you to have Babs do last night,” Zoé said with a tug of his hair.

“Aye,” Tim protested, pulling himself from the blond. He ignored those at tables surrounding them, watching, instead he focused on Zoé, “I’m sorry, we already had it scheduled and didn’t want to drop it at the last minute for sleep.”

“This wedding was also scheduled,” Zoé stated, using her arms to keep her up with his seat.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had prior engagements,” Tim raised an eyebrow accusingly. His smile though was soft and his eyes showed it to be a genuine question.

“Marinette got the fitting and adjustments done faster than anticipated, so I decided to take a flight back early,” she shrugged. “Besides I’d rather be at home with you a day early than be on a flight back before that shoot on Sunday.”

“I feel very special honey,” Tim nodded over at the couple on the dance floor, “The newlyweds know you came late?”

“I messaged her maid of honor,” Zoé nodded to the woman crying at the food table. “She said she didn’t mind that much. Just glad I could show up to celebrate.”

“That’s nice,” he said. She nodded before a french accent sounded off on some attendee of the party. Tim watched amused as the young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Chloé?”

“Chloé,” she softly repeated.

“Shouldn’t we be running to save a server? It’s been awhile.”

“Actually Marinette and I got her to truly learn not to be so harsh on them,” she smiled, looking triumphant.

“Really? How’d you do it?”

“Got her to work in customer service,” Zoé grinned.

“No,” Tim’s smile widened. “When? How didn’t I know?”

“Few years ago, when we weren’t on good terms,” she glanced at the table for a second. Tim let out a sound of understanding before she continued, “Adrien and Kagami joined in, making it much easier.”

“How’d that go for Adrien,” Tim squined at her.

“It was certainly harder to get him one without the customers recognizing him. Decided the U.S. would be better for less recognizability,” she nodded with a small smile.

Tim looked behind her, “Should we at least help whoever's at the receiving end?”

“Come on,” Zoé raised her eyebrows again, she reached for his hands. “She doesn’t need babysitting. I came here to celebrate a wedding and to be with you.” she gave them a squeeze, “Want a dance?”

Tim smiled, “You sure I won’t pass out on the dancefloor?”

Zoé rolled her eyes as she drugged him to his feet, “Then I’d be reconsidering our relationship.”

“So don’t fall asleep?” Tim leaned into her face, teasing some more as she led them to the dance floor.

“Don’t fall asleep,” she said as they made it to the dancefloor.

They swayed, foreheads touching, and sweet content smiles. Zoé opened her eyes to glance at the bride and groom walking off the dancefloor; giving a quick kiss as they scurried off. Her smile grew a little wider, and almost sad.

“What is it,” Tim asked, eyes still closed.

“Just thinking about our wedding,” the woman’s voice was soft, wishful in a way.

Tim’s smile broke into a grin, “What about it?”

“I just, I just want it to be as calm as this. No villains, no timelines to hold off so they can get fixed, no one in the shadows– No threats,” Zoé sounded more heartbroken as she went on.

Tim opened his eyes and pulled his face back a little to see her properly, “Is that why you haven't picked a date?”

“I–” she sighed. “What if we pick a day and that's the day the world ends for the sixtieth time?”

“Honey,” his serious tone quiet, “There’s going to be Supers, highly trained vigilantes, and people who can tip the balance of the universe at our wedding.” He brought his hand up and moved some loose strands, “I’m sure no matter what date we decide everything will happen without some organization crashing the important parts.

“And we know exactly who’s coming, so there’s no surprise assassins attending,” he joked.

“That's not funny,” she leaned away with a frown.

“It is,” he grinned.

“You know I can just call it off if that's how this gonna be,” Zoé raised her eyebrows, unimpressed.

“You won’t,” he said before kissing her forehead.