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om_mainAs promised Bobby takes Jeanne-Marie to the beach for the first time. Technically it's a late birthday celebration for Bobby but really it's all about Jeanne-Marie. Like most things with Bobby these days...
The nine-hour drive had been perfect in Bobby's sexy little Ferrari Spider--loud music and singing along and the windows down since it was still warm. At least, once they got past the Mason-Dixon line. (Jeanne-Marie knew what that was now, thanks to History. Americans were odd.)
They'd spent the first day in North Carolina in the ocean. Jeanne-Marie had wondered at its power, so much more impressive in person, and then at its cold, even so early in fall. But, the air was still warm and the sun bright, and true to the research, the waves had been good for Bobby. He'd even managed to teach her a thing or two about surfing, too.
Or tried, anyhow. She didn't show much promise, but she certainly had fun.
Now they were well-fed from a little boutique restaurant in the nearby town, and gentle aches were settling into all of Jeanne-Marie's muscles. She was used to physical exertion by then, had even learned to revel in it, but she hadn't felt anything like this since her earliest training day's at Xavier's. She lounged on the back deck watching the ship lights far out in the ocean and the waning crescent moon reflected on the water, listening to the crash and hiss of the surf. She leaned against Roberto on her right side, like a small, living furnace, always so warm even now the night had cooled the air. In her left hand, she held a large, tall wine glass full of a thing called Pinot Grigio she had recently come to appreciate.
Her third glass, counting the one with dinner.
"When I first came to Xavier's, you know, I thought it was like a fairy tale. Like movies I'd seen about poor orphans making their way to something better--finding my family, making friends, that house..." She trailed off and sipped; the wind picked up and blew her hair over her shoulders, bare but for the spaghetti straps of her little sun dress. "Everything is so different now, for me. Sometimes I feel like it's how I was always meant to be. Then at times like this, I think it again. It seems--not real. Surreal, yes."
Bobby smiled affectionately, leaning down to kiss her shoulder softly "I understand, I think, but I promise you that this is real and entirely what you deserve, minha princesa." He shifted a little, the arm around her moving so that he could brush her hair back behind her ear tenderly without having to put down his wine glass.
He was dressed in a similarly casual style though smart enough so that he had looked presentable whilst going out for dinner. Instead of the loose messy curls that were starting to get a little unruly, he'd gelled and styled his hair and even had a shave. For a while his personal standards had slipped a little, along with his moods, but he was taking a lot more pride again now.
"Thank you." It wasn't necessary, but Jeanne-Marie wanted to say it all the same. She liked being a princess. It was so different from everything she'd ever known, but she felt so comfortable, taken care of and capable of taking care of others in ways that hadn't existed before.
"The world has grown so much, for me. I am afraid it as gotten smaller, for you. But that will change." She pressed a kiss to his temple before turning back to her wine. Thinking of how, when she'd begun to get looks of recognition in a large-ish town, he'd had to hide his face in case of pictures.
He sipped his own wine slowly, he had to be careful with his cocktail of medication after all.
"My smaller world brought you to me, how can I complain about that?" He told her, of course that was glossing over a lot of things but it was better that way for now.
"Ooh, you are such a charmer. I cannot even mind when you take a conversation off the tracks, when you do that." She turned her head to plant a kiss, close-mouthed but slow, sliding her lips over his a little before settling into them.
Kissing her back just as tenderly, Bobby discarded his glass onto the table so that he could take her into his arms and hold her close to him. Compared to him, she felt a touch cool and he instinctively wanted to warm her.
Bobby then smiled, barely pulling away to speak. "I just like you to know I appreciate you, meu querida. Which track did you wish to be on?"
"I forgot the track I was thinking of, anyhow." She handed off her wine glass for him to put on the table with his. She was going to need that hand. "I am distracted by being appreciated so well."
"I appreciate you very much." He rubbed his nose to hers, nuzzling affectionately "I am very glad that we made it here." And he wasn't referring to the drive either. "I am lucky so, yes, I wish to appreciate this and boast about it. My girlfriend is the most beautiful, wonderful princesa. Of course I should tell you this."
"I agree," she said with a little laugh, nuzzling right back. She reached up and tangled one hand in his hair, soft even full of styling product as it was, tonight, and tilted her lead a little, rubbing her lips against his again, then kissing, then nipping at his bottom lip. All confidence and assurance, now, nothing like the tentative waiting for him to show the way she'd sometimes fallen back on--at least in the beginning--months ago.
Not that she was ever cold, really, these days, but he was so warm and solid next to her, and the scent of him was so sweet and overwhelming in that still moment, she just wanted to melt into him. "I appreciate you, too. I always have. From the beginning. You know that, yes?"
Bobby had noticed the difference in her kisses now but new found confidence was hardly something he'd ever quibble or complain about. In fact he found is sexy, not that he hadn't found her sexy or attractive before. Still this confidence and knowing what she wanted a little more, this was certainly something he was onboard with.
"Well I had hoped, yes." He told her with a playfully tone, soft pecked kisses to her lips and cheeks. "I have been wondering though, you know the first time we met? How do you, how do you feel about my tattoo now?" He asked carefully what he'd been wondering all day. It hadn't occurred to him until they had been changing for the beach.
At first she was a little startled by the question, as she hadn't really considered it in relation to her. She had, however, spent a great deal of time considering Juliana herself in relation to her, and just how ready Bobby was, and how ready she herself was as a result, to become involved. Not recently, but once upon a time. "I think it's as beautiful now as I did then."
She supposed it was a little odd, out of context, for her boyfriend to have another girl's name tattooed on his hip. But it wasn't like that. "It represents a part of you, I think. Of who you were and who you are now. It's something to keep forever."
Roberto nodded a little, relief evident on his face. "Good. I do not wish to cause you discomfort of any kind." He first said, painfully seriously before his expression broke into a teasing grin. "I am still so glad you were there that day though. It is funny, I think, to remember how much you blushed that evening. You were ever so sweet." As he spoke, his fingers played with her hair a little, lightly twisting before brushing it back behind her ear.
"It is funny." She chuckled softly and let her forehead rest against his for a moment. And blushing a little at the memory, even. "I did tell Alison about it that day--we giggled and talked all night about boys. I had never seen so much of one before." She laughed a little harder.
He was laughing too as he asked,curiosity piqued "And what did you tell her, querida? Did you enjoy this first sighting." And yes he was trying to make her blush more, it was just too cute.
"I did." And she did blush more, but mostly at the memory of how silly she'd been. Alison had laughed too--and then they had howled at how different Bobby was from Alison's eye-full of Pietro Maximoff, too. She couldn't stop giggling, just thinking of it now.
"I was surprised by how you looked. Pleasantly." Her hand came to rest against his thigh. "You thought it was funny, didn't you?"
"I had never had anyone react quite like you did to me stripping off." He snickered a little as he retrieved his wine briefly for a few sips. "But why on earth were you surprised? What surprised you about my body?"
She covered her mouth with her hand to hide a sudden, loud laugh. It was covered over by the sound of crashing waves, but it was still embarrassing! "I didn't know boys were so hairy! Though--Alison told me not all are. But I like it."
Bobby's forehead was resting on her shoulder as he laughed too "Oh darling, I do not even know what to say to that! I have never considered myself overly hairy!"
"I know! I know now, I have seen more--in pictures, around school. But I didn't know then! And Alison--" Jeanne-Marie had to stop and catch her breath. "And--and Alison said she saw Pietro in his underwear and he was all smooth, and--!" But she was laughing too hard to finish.
"So this is what you girls talk about, hmm?" He chuckled back, shaking his head. And she had seen pictures, hmmm? Not as innocent as she acted, clearly! "And I think comparing me to Pietro, ha, yes I think I see now. He is very different to me for many reasons."
"Mmm, every boy is different to you for many reasons." She rubbed her nose against his once more and stole another kiss.
"I am glad to know that!" Roberto laughed between kisses.
She went after his mouth with resolve again, though she was still occasionally laughing. Her far hand still rested on his leg, but the near one fisted in his shirt just at his side, easing it upwards a touch. With another tilt of her head and a little hum of happiness, she flattened her palm against his side, his warm skin; it was so silly to think it, but he felt like he had the sunlight inside him, still--and he did, and she loved it.
This was good. This was how they were supposed to be. Finally.
The nine-hour drive had been perfect in Bobby's sexy little Ferrari Spider--loud music and singing along and the windows down since it was still warm. At least, once they got past the Mason-Dixon line. (Jeanne-Marie knew what that was now, thanks to History. Americans were odd.)
They'd spent the first day in North Carolina in the ocean. Jeanne-Marie had wondered at its power, so much more impressive in person, and then at its cold, even so early in fall. But, the air was still warm and the sun bright, and true to the research, the waves had been good for Bobby. He'd even managed to teach her a thing or two about surfing, too.
Or tried, anyhow. She didn't show much promise, but she certainly had fun.
Now they were well-fed from a little boutique restaurant in the nearby town, and gentle aches were settling into all of Jeanne-Marie's muscles. She was used to physical exertion by then, had even learned to revel in it, but she hadn't felt anything like this since her earliest training day's at Xavier's. She lounged on the back deck watching the ship lights far out in the ocean and the waning crescent moon reflected on the water, listening to the crash and hiss of the surf. She leaned against Roberto on her right side, like a small, living furnace, always so warm even now the night had cooled the air. In her left hand, she held a large, tall wine glass full of a thing called Pinot Grigio she had recently come to appreciate.
Her third glass, counting the one with dinner.
"When I first came to Xavier's, you know, I thought it was like a fairy tale. Like movies I'd seen about poor orphans making their way to something better--finding my family, making friends, that house..." She trailed off and sipped; the wind picked up and blew her hair over her shoulders, bare but for the spaghetti straps of her little sun dress. "Everything is so different now, for me. Sometimes I feel like it's how I was always meant to be. Then at times like this, I think it again. It seems--not real. Surreal, yes."
Bobby smiled affectionately, leaning down to kiss her shoulder softly "I understand, I think, but I promise you that this is real and entirely what you deserve, minha princesa." He shifted a little, the arm around her moving so that he could brush her hair back behind her ear tenderly without having to put down his wine glass.
He was dressed in a similarly casual style though smart enough so that he had looked presentable whilst going out for dinner. Instead of the loose messy curls that were starting to get a little unruly, he'd gelled and styled his hair and even had a shave. For a while his personal standards had slipped a little, along with his moods, but he was taking a lot more pride again now.
"Thank you." It wasn't necessary, but Jeanne-Marie wanted to say it all the same. She liked being a princess. It was so different from everything she'd ever known, but she felt so comfortable, taken care of and capable of taking care of others in ways that hadn't existed before.
"The world has grown so much, for me. I am afraid it as gotten smaller, for you. But that will change." She pressed a kiss to his temple before turning back to her wine. Thinking of how, when she'd begun to get looks of recognition in a large-ish town, he'd had to hide his face in case of pictures.
He sipped his own wine slowly, he had to be careful with his cocktail of medication after all.
"My smaller world brought you to me, how can I complain about that?" He told her, of course that was glossing over a lot of things but it was better that way for now.
"Ooh, you are such a charmer. I cannot even mind when you take a conversation off the tracks, when you do that." She turned her head to plant a kiss, close-mouthed but slow, sliding her lips over his a little before settling into them.
Kissing her back just as tenderly, Bobby discarded his glass onto the table so that he could take her into his arms and hold her close to him. Compared to him, she felt a touch cool and he instinctively wanted to warm her.
Bobby then smiled, barely pulling away to speak. "I just like you to know I appreciate you, meu querida. Which track did you wish to be on?"
"I forgot the track I was thinking of, anyhow." She handed off her wine glass for him to put on the table with his. She was going to need that hand. "I am distracted by being appreciated so well."
"I appreciate you very much." He rubbed his nose to hers, nuzzling affectionately "I am very glad that we made it here." And he wasn't referring to the drive either. "I am lucky so, yes, I wish to appreciate this and boast about it. My girlfriend is the most beautiful, wonderful princesa. Of course I should tell you this."
"I agree," she said with a little laugh, nuzzling right back. She reached up and tangled one hand in his hair, soft even full of styling product as it was, tonight, and tilted her lead a little, rubbing her lips against his again, then kissing, then nipping at his bottom lip. All confidence and assurance, now, nothing like the tentative waiting for him to show the way she'd sometimes fallen back on--at least in the beginning--months ago.
Not that she was ever cold, really, these days, but he was so warm and solid next to her, and the scent of him was so sweet and overwhelming in that still moment, she just wanted to melt into him. "I appreciate you, too. I always have. From the beginning. You know that, yes?"
Bobby had noticed the difference in her kisses now but new found confidence was hardly something he'd ever quibble or complain about. In fact he found is sexy, not that he hadn't found her sexy or attractive before. Still this confidence and knowing what she wanted a little more, this was certainly something he was onboard with.
"Well I had hoped, yes." He told her with a playfully tone, soft pecked kisses to her lips and cheeks. "I have been wondering though, you know the first time we met? How do you, how do you feel about my tattoo now?" He asked carefully what he'd been wondering all day. It hadn't occurred to him until they had been changing for the beach.
At first she was a little startled by the question, as she hadn't really considered it in relation to her. She had, however, spent a great deal of time considering Juliana herself in relation to her, and just how ready Bobby was, and how ready she herself was as a result, to become involved. Not recently, but once upon a time. "I think it's as beautiful now as I did then."
She supposed it was a little odd, out of context, for her boyfriend to have another girl's name tattooed on his hip. But it wasn't like that. "It represents a part of you, I think. Of who you were and who you are now. It's something to keep forever."
Roberto nodded a little, relief evident on his face. "Good. I do not wish to cause you discomfort of any kind." He first said, painfully seriously before his expression broke into a teasing grin. "I am still so glad you were there that day though. It is funny, I think, to remember how much you blushed that evening. You were ever so sweet." As he spoke, his fingers played with her hair a little, lightly twisting before brushing it back behind her ear.
"It is funny." She chuckled softly and let her forehead rest against his for a moment. And blushing a little at the memory, even. "I did tell Alison about it that day--we giggled and talked all night about boys. I had never seen so much of one before." She laughed a little harder.
He was laughing too as he asked,curiosity piqued "And what did you tell her, querida? Did you enjoy this first sighting." And yes he was trying to make her blush more, it was just too cute.
"I did." And she did blush more, but mostly at the memory of how silly she'd been. Alison had laughed too--and then they had howled at how different Bobby was from Alison's eye-full of Pietro Maximoff, too. She couldn't stop giggling, just thinking of it now.
"I was surprised by how you looked. Pleasantly." Her hand came to rest against his thigh. "You thought it was funny, didn't you?"
"I had never had anyone react quite like you did to me stripping off." He snickered a little as he retrieved his wine briefly for a few sips. "But why on earth were you surprised? What surprised you about my body?"
She covered her mouth with her hand to hide a sudden, loud laugh. It was covered over by the sound of crashing waves, but it was still embarrassing! "I didn't know boys were so hairy! Though--Alison told me not all are. But I like it."
Bobby's forehead was resting on her shoulder as he laughed too "Oh darling, I do not even know what to say to that! I have never considered myself overly hairy!"
"I know! I know now, I have seen more--in pictures, around school. But I didn't know then! And Alison--" Jeanne-Marie had to stop and catch her breath. "And--and Alison said she saw Pietro in his underwear and he was all smooth, and--!" But she was laughing too hard to finish.
"So this is what you girls talk about, hmm?" He chuckled back, shaking his head. And she had seen pictures, hmmm? Not as innocent as she acted, clearly! "And I think comparing me to Pietro, ha, yes I think I see now. He is very different to me for many reasons."
"Mmm, every boy is different to you for many reasons." She rubbed her nose against his once more and stole another kiss.
"I am glad to know that!" Roberto laughed between kisses.
She went after his mouth with resolve again, though she was still occasionally laughing. Her far hand still rested on his leg, but the near one fisted in his shirt just at his side, easing it upwards a touch. With another tilt of her head and a little hum of happiness, she flattened her palm against his side, his warm skin; it was so silly to think it, but he felt like he had the sunlight inside him, still--and he did, and she loved it.
This was good. This was how they were supposed to be. Finally.
