run, run, run away

[tiptoelo]

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Gabe never really could express his emotions the way others could. Sometimes it was frustrating, his ability to understand everything except the simple things like what she meant to him. He tried to be open with her, but she ran away from him and their daughter. Maybe he’d never really understand why, or maybe he thought it was actually because he’s just too detached to hold someone’s heart.

“You know you can stay here.” he says in the same even tone he used while greeting her. Standing here now and watching her tidy up his room seems almost like a distant dream. None of it feels real, but even if he did go to sleep now he would still wake up and half of his siblings would still be dead. A moment of weakness has him being unfair, “I think I— Nadia needs you to stay in this house with her.”

Lourdes hates herself every day for how she chose to run. Run away from who she was, what they could be. She could be ruling by his side, who knows how many children they’d have by now, and they could have been happy. But no matter how good he was to her, he could never heal the growing void in her stomach. Something was wrong with her, in the head, something that not even a loving man and beautiful daughter could fix. His detachment had nothing to do with it, she could see into his heart when they were just children, in ways no one else could. It was her, she was the problem. Incapable of receiving love.

His thinly veiled plea makes her heart jump to her throat. Her family needed her close by. Though they weren’t connected by marriage, she’d turned down his proposal all those years ago after all, they were connected by blood. And she couldn’t turn her back on them again. “I will. I... I’ll stay.” She flashes him an uneasy smile, stepping away from his dressers and just a few inches closer to him. A younger Lo would have run to him, comforted him without pause. A younger Lo was braver than she. “I’ll need you to send for my things, though.” Things. As if she didn’t live out of a duffel bag.

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[tiptoelo]

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The corner he had been sitting in wasn’t comfortable anymore and even though his eyes were adjusted to the darkness, he turned to yank open the curtains for her benefit. When he turned to face her again he tried to smile too, but it was too obviously false. Gabe hadn’t really slept, but it only showed in his eyes. He knew he needed more, but the nights blurred into mornings before he could stop the progress of time.

“It’s lovely to see you.” his mind was busy plucking out everything different about her starting with the length of her hair all the way to the tiny eye crinkles that were barely there years ago. “Nadia is with her cousins at the moment, they love each other’s company I think. Or need it…” He’s lips twitched up, not long enough to even be considered a smile again, and his hands are now folded behind his back, “How have you been?”

Curt, he was being curt with her. Like they were colleagues instead of...whatever they were. Lourdes stares at him for a  moment before answering. Trying to decide how to. It wasn’t fair to tell him how much she missed him, and missed their girl. It wasn’t fair to tell him how much she wanted to be home. They both knew she wouldn’t stay very long.

“I’ve been well,” she finally responds. “Better than you, mi vida.” Familiarity, she thinks that’s what he needs. That she can provide. She’s glad that Nadia was with her cousins, they probably needed her desperately. Almost mechanically, she sets about tidying up his room. Fluffing a pillow here, and tucking a few stray items of clothes back into his drawers there. “I’ll be here til a couple days after the funeral. I’m staying in the guest house by Potter Lake.”

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“You look well,” her smile is crooked, as it always had been. She’s not sure the left side of her mouth ever did know how to keep level with the right. 

The darkness of the room is only cut into by the muted light struggling to shine through the heavy drapes pulled across his bedroom window. She wonders if he pulled them closed himself. Stepping further into the room, she hesitates to say something else. Years, it’d been years since she’d come home. “Surprise,” she whispers, looking down at her feet. “Is Nadia home? Her room is empty.”

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Introducing Detective Jamie Lovato (Natalie Martinez)

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[majorexusque-blog]

[ he reaches out, grabbing her hand. ]

“Te amo Lo, por lo que mucho. Me gustaría mover montañas si eso significaba que podíamos estar juntos. Tu lo sabes.”

[tiptoelo]

[ she stares into his eyes ]

     "Tu eres mi mundo, mi vida. Pero no es posible... Y nunca... Nunca..."

[ she pulls away entirely, and begins to get dressed ]

[majorexusque-blog]

   “A vow I made to you first.”

[ a vow made to her long before he had permission. Back when they had been practically children. But he’d meant it then, just like he still means it now. Lo is his world, always has been. Elaine… Elaine would understand. Right? ]

[tiptoelo]

[ Lourdes is at a loss for words for longer than a moment, and then the tears quickly follow. ]

     "Then our fate is sealed, isn't it?"

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     ”Then stay and keep it.”

[ He means it, he desperately means it. There was a time when his world revolved around her, so much so that it came crashing down when she left. But now she’s back. She’s back, and that empty place feels full again, in ways Elaine had never quite managed. And he still loves Elaine, but Lourdes is his true other half. His happy ending. ]

[tiptoelo]

     "Jon, you made a vow..."

[ And the Bellamy were all about keeping their word, weren't they? Not that Lo had kept all her promises to Jon, not in the slightest. She sniffles, pushing her face deep into his neck to keep him from seeing her shame. He couldn't hurt Elaine the way Lourdes had hurt him, could he? He didn't need to imagine the pain... ]

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     He smiles as he watches her look at her ring. It’d taken him weeks to find the right one, the perfect one for her. Siding his hand up, he threads his fingers through hers and pulls her hand so he can kiss it.

     ”I don’t think I could ever be happier than I am right now Lo.” Never ever. They could have a life, a family. Having all that is more than worth the years he’d spent fighting the council. She was beyond priceless to him.

[tiptoelo]

     "As sweet as that is, papi, I hope it's not true."

They still had their entire lives ahead of them. Marriage, children, the works. She couldn't wait to begin their lives together. To show the world that the Bellamy and Hopkins could be united. She looks at the ring once again, feeling the excitement bubbling in her stomach like champagne. Her dimples were deeper than craters. "I hope we have years and years of happiness ahead of us."

[majorexusque-blog]

     ”Mi reina.”

[ At least, that’s always what he’d wanted her to be. His queen, standing beside him and helping him lead. No one could deny that Lourdes would make a good queen. Jon certainly never could. He nuzzles the hand in his hair, breathing still harsh and slightly labored as he holds her as close as he can. ]

[tiptoelo]

[ His response makes her grip him tighter, even where he's buried to the hilt inside of her. She could tell him now, that he should pull out. That this was too risky. But watching him, all she wants is to be completely his. His queen. At his side. And every king needed an heir... She slips her thumb in his mouth, feeling his tongue before surging up and stroking it with her own. Her words are breathed into his mouth, wet and desperate. ]

     "Yours, Jon. Don't give my crown away."

[majorexusque-blog]

     He smiles at her, standing up and sliding the ring onto her finger. He kisses her happily for a moment, really thinking about what this meant for them. But then he pulls back, his grin mischievous. 

     ”I'll show you pendejo.” He starts to tickle her, wrapping his arms around her to keep her from getting away. He tickles her tummy and kisses her neck, nibbling slightly as he just… is filled with the most happiness he's ever felt.

     ”I love you Lo.” It’s said in the midst of the chaos and silliness, but that makes it no less real.

[tiptoelo]

     Lourdes is not too surprised at the tickle attack, and while she'd usually fight back, this time she just giggles and looks at her ring finger over his shoulder. She nuzzles at his temple as he kisses at her neck, giggling into his hair. By the time he stops, she's flushed and sore in the belly.

     "I love you, papi."

She can't stop looking at her ring, crowded against his chest and holding her hand up between them. It's perfect, everything she ever wanted. She hated those gaudy diamond rings, but this was nothing like that. It was beautiful, and simple, and God that emerald was the most amazing shade of green.

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[ The wonder in her gaze only grows, how could he still love her after what she'd done? She leans up to taste his smile, one hand sliding up his arm and neck. Her fingers wind into his sweaty curls as her opposite hand travels to put firm pressure on his lower back. Pushing him deeper into her. She whimpers in result. ]

     "Mi rey."

[majorexusque-blog]

   He laughs a little, but he’s so nervous about all of this that he feels like he’s vibrating. Opening the box, he turns it where he knows she can see. Everything about the ring felt like Lo, and he had known the moment he saw it. It is one of a kind, just like Lourdes.

   ”They gave me permission today, at the meeting.” Though he’s had the ring what feels like forever. Something no one but his father knew. Adam’s support had meant so much to Jon through all of this, and now he felt like the richest man in the world. Or he would, anyways, if she said yes.

   ”Lo? That’s not… exactly an answer.” He sounds more panicked than he intended to, the emotion bleeding into his voice unbidden.

[tiptoelo]

     "Yes, pendejo."

She has half a mind to take the ring and throw the box at him. He didn't even need to ask, he could've just slipped it on her finger while she was sleeping. Creepy romantic. Sniffling, she wipes her nose on right sleeve and offers him her left hand. She was more than ready to become Lourdes Hopkins. His Lourdes Hopkins.

She'd been ready since she was sixteen.

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[tiptoelo]

[ Lourdes was already sore, in the delicious way she hadn't been for many years. Not since the last time he'd had her like this. She could feel the bruises forming beneath his hands, and her lips swelling from his kiss. It was like everything was moving in slow motion, and the only way she could measure time was by his breath and counting every thrust. Her orgasm has left her boneless, a sweaty mess beneath him. She'll smell like sex, and his cologne for the rest of the day. She'll wear the scent proudly. ]

     "I love you, papi."

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     He rolls his eyes, biting back a laugh. “No he’s not stepping down, they’re not having another kid, and no I’m definitely not gay.” He takes a deep breath, looking at her with so much love it feels like he just might burst.

     ”I got the answer to something I’ve been waiting on for a very long time.” Only to have to ask another question. his hand finally dives into his pocket, closing around the little box. “But it means I have to ask you something.” He pulls her into the room, standing in front of her for just a moment longer before moving down. Down on one knee.

     ”Prudencia Lourdes Constanza de Bellamy.” He takes a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”

[tiptoelo]

     Lourdes is about to point out that he didn't deny being a girl but then her brain breaks. Because Jonathan Hopkins is on one knee in front of her, and there's a ring box in his hand. An unopened ring box causing her a great amount of anxiety.

Jon was propsing to her.

Which meant Jon had the Association's permission. They could get married, have a family, and their sons and daughters would be princes and princesses. She tries to mask the tears gathering in her eyes by squinting at the light above them.

     "You forgot to open it, dork."

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[ When he doesn't pull out, she's half grateful but also half panicking...until she looks up at him. He was absolutely lost, and it was all because of her. She stares at him in wonder, the sight of him taking pleasure in her far more arousing than anything else. She prayed he wouldn't go back to Elaine, she wanted to be the only woman who put that expression on his face. Roughly, she pulls him into a kiss aimed to bruise and tilts her pelvis back, knees toward her ears. The position results in his coarse pubic hair creating a delicious friction against her clit, and in seconds she's in shambles. ]