alright, may we catch a glimpse of the yellow roses of texas?
you bet el!! president five for the winnn. also ily.
Once a year, he pulls the card of ‘my predecessor played a full 18 once a week, so I’m taking a long weekend’ and escapes with his wife up in Hyannis Port. Vanya has always cleared her schedule weeks in advance, and the second year of his presidency she’s already familiar with the way this is going to go and comes out on the porch when she sees them walking down the gravel path to the house. With the Secret Service lining the outside of his property and only Delores at his side, he reaches for her in broad sunlight and she wraps her arms haphazardly around his neck, drawing him down as he lifts her up, spinning dizzily in the warm, humid air.
“Vanya,” Delores greets, knowing to give them a wide berth. “We’ll speak at dinner; I’ll head down to the beach, hm?”
She’s gone in an instant, and Five resolves to buy her something heavy and gaudy in thanks when they get back to Washington. “Put on your swimsuit, sweetheart,” He encourages, pressing a familiar and light kiss to the corner of her pale, pink lips. “I’ll meet you at the pool in ten. Bring a book because I’m not letting you up for the rest of the afternoon”
She nods, then narrows her eyes. “You’re leaving your phone in the office?” She asks, but it’s more of a gentle scolding.
Five grins. “I have you to myself,” he says, “You think I’m going to plot how to oust Jim Inhofe from the Senate when your legs are on display for me for the next forty-eight hours?”
“I’d help you,” Vanya murmurs, a glorious smirk quirking at the corner of her lips when he lets out a surprised bark of laughter. “Rat bastard.” She pulls away from him. “He reminds me of my ex.”
Five’s smile falls, and he purses his lips, catching her wrist in the circle of his thumb and forefinger. “Careful,” he warns. There’s not much that they don’t speak of, but Vanya’s short, fame-drunk fling with an obsessed fan is one topic that is past the red line. That particular rat bastard is going to remain where Five buried him.
After a long look, Vanya nods, pulling her wrist from his grip and ascending the stairs. Five leaves his bags in the entryway, stripping off his oxford and heading straight for the pool. The outdoor area is framed with perfumed honeysuckle and oleander, the white and pink blooms boxing them in their own little paradise.