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Lenora looked over the pages summarizing the quarterly goals for the hotel, humming under her breath to the tune of her music she had all but blasting from her office. At the sound of footsteps, the blonde held up a hand, signaling for the person to wait. Highlighting the last of the page, she looked up, brows quirked. “Can you repeat that? Sorry, I’m swamped today.”
“Please,” he scoffed, lips lifting into a soft smile into her hair as he danced with her, arms loosely draped by her hips as he tried not to completely embarrass himself. “I have about as much grace is three-legged giraffe. I’m no Westley, more like a Fezzik.”
“I did…” He quieted down when she asked him to wait, smiling with a small nod as he pulled her closer. “I guess it can. I’ll try not to step on any toes.”
Lenora chuckled, the sound breathy and nearly drowned out by the sound of her beating heart. She shook her head, smiling softly up at the man she truly believed to be the love of her life. “As much as you have the gentle giant thing going for you, you’ll always be a Wesley to me- you’ll always be the man that saves me.”
She smiled up at him, biting her lip. “Do I get a hint as to what it is?” She asked, begging in her tone. She pulled him down close, not wanting to be more apart than she needed to be. “You won’t. You’re a natural, and besides, you have me. And, just to let you in on a little secret, I am quite the dancer.”
Brianna laughed darkly, shaking her head as she ran a hand through her dark curls, taking another long drink. “No. No I’m so far from okay it’s not even funny, I was fighting the urge to punch him in the face and wanting to break down and cry right there. He doesn’t deserve to see me cry, so why the hell do I want to? Why do I even still give a shit about this?”
“Well, that was really more of a ‘do I need to talk to security or his manager about a lawsuit’ kind of are you okay.” She stood, facing her as she placed her hands on her shoulder. “Hey, hey. You loved him and you never got the closure you needed. You have every right to be upset about this. There is nothing wrong with feeling like this.” She rubbed her shoulders, nearly pulling her for a hug, but figuring she might need another drink at this point. “You want me to see if there’s anywhere else he can stay? I can try to get in touch with whoever booked him here.”
A small smile lifted at the corners of Caleb’s mouth when he was being pulled into her, thin arms embracing his neck as his own found their way around her hips. “As you wish.” He smiled, pressing a kiss between her eyes before moving in rhythm with her.
“That reminds me – I have your belated birthday present.”
Lenora giggled as he pressed a kiss between her eyes, beaming up at him. Her gaze never left his, a lazy smile draped across her lips as she stared up at him. “Yeah.. yeah you totally could have been a Westley.” She chuckled, swaying from side to side.
“Oh, really?” She asked, quirking a brow at his words. “As great as it I’m sure it is, can it wait? I finally got you to dance with me.”
Brianna was still reeling from seeing Jason, and the moment Lenora burst through the door, she grabbed one of the bottles, yanking off the top and taking a long drink before she took a deep breath and looked up at her friend. “Jason is here. In the hotel, his band is staying here.”
Lenora chuckled as Brianna yanked the bottle from her, chalking it up to her needing a drink after a hard day. She dropped the bag from her mouth when Brianna spoke, nearly frozen. “Shit.” She whispered, the word barely audible as she sat down. “Are you okay?”
Pushing the door open with her hip, Lenora slid into Bri’s office, a brown bag in between her teeth and a few bottles in her arms. “So, I have vodka, whiskey, tequila, and waffles smothered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.”
Caleb jumped to his feet once Lenora stood up shakily, ready to catch her in case she fell. When she didn’t and rasped him on his chest, he squeezed her hand softly and brought her fingers to his lips. “I swear.”
“I… I worry sometimes. That’s all.”
“Shh.” Lenora chuckled, wrapping her arms around him after he placed her finger on his lips. “Dance with me.” She requested, smiling as she pressed her forehead to his.
“I know, baby. You worry too much. I’m great.. everything’s gonna be great.”
“Is this the wrong time to express my opinions on that ridiculous holiday? I mean I may be biased considering we live in a city full of monsters.”
“Hush. No one here is a monster! And it can be fun, the parties I mean. It was my favorite holiday growing up. I was very into dress up and sequins back then, what can I say?”
“Huh–What? Nope, no judgements here. I promise.”
“Just… Just keeping an eye on you, that’s all.”
“Mhmm.” She stood shakily, making her way over to face him. She tapped his chest, giggling. “You’re a terrible liar, Foster.”
“What? Do you not think I can handle myself?”
[Caleb was a full blown trembling mess of a man by the time Lenora had him lay down with his head cradled in her lap. He couldn’t help but curl up in her hold, eyes dull as they gazed at the wall ahead. His eyes burned, his long body so compact as he held onto her that the way he lay resembled a small boy. Slowly turning his face into her shirt, Caleb attempted to control his staggered breath as dampness started to soak into the fabric.]
I’m going to get sick. I’m going to get angry. I’m going to get drunk. I’m going to… I’m going to break completely tonight, you know that? Maybe, just this once, it’s best you leave. I don’t want to… I don’t want you–want you in the mess.
[ Lenora didn’t flinch when he anchored himself to her, merely wrapping her arms around him, trying to soothe him the best way she knew how. Her fingers ran through his curly locks, holding him still as he shook. She didn’t let go when he started to speak. She wasn’t afraid of him, she couldn’t be afraid of him if she tried. She merely shushed him, pressing kisses into his head as she manuvered herself to be closer to him. ]
I love you, all of you. That means the good parts and the not so good parts. I am going to love you for the rest of my life, and I am going to help you through this day, every year for as long as you have me. You are not going to hurt me. You couldn’t hurt me, and we both know that. I can handle messy, okay? There’s nothing you can do to make me leave now. Whatever you need to do, you’re not going to be alone.
“You know, I can feel you judging me with your eyes, and you need to cut that shit out.”
“Is the response because it’s not Halloween too basic?”
“Oh my dear, dear Clara. Everyday can be Halloween if you want it bad enough.”
[Caleb kept his eyes down at his shoes, shoulders still quaking as he anxiously as his hands gripped at the edge of the mattress. He shook his head weakly, having already warned her prior to how he would behave on this day. It wasn’t something she had to deal with, or see, with all the other things on her plate. Dealing with her miserable lover on his birthday shouldn’t have been anywhere near the list.]
Lenora… [His voice was weak and as her arms wrapped around his neck and he was pulled into her, he smiled of all things, it a painful and agonizing stretch of his lips as he slowly turned his head to face her. He tried to brush it off as a genuine grin, but his voice gave his hurt away.]
You shouldn’t be here. You should go… go to the studio, or for a run, or out with Brianna. You don’t have to be here. Please, don’t think you have to be here.
[ Lenora had never truly seen him on his birthday, but she wall all too aware of what the day symbolized. She wanted more than anything to help him through this time, to make him feel loved and to shower him with the gifts she bought weeks prior. But she knew that the latter was not in cards just yet. He needed time, and she knew that. But she would be damned if she let him suffer on his own. ]
Hey C.
[ Lenora wasn’t stung by his words, she merely tugged him tighter, pulling him down as she laid on the bed. She pillowed his head on her stomach, her fingers running through his soft curls as she held him close. She shook her head at his request, brushing them off quickly. ]
Not a chance in hell, babe. I’ve told you this before, and I will keep reminding you until you get it- you’re stuck with me. You’re going to be stuck with me for a very long time. I know I don’t have to be here, I want to be here, with you. And everything that means. So we’re going to lay here, we can talk or not- that’s up to you. But you are not going to be alone tonight.
“I feel like the better question is why you are not donning cat whiskers.”
