bodyguard - ON HOLD

12 - Dinner

well some of this was on paper so i had to rewrite it

hope its good enough

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Emilio's pov

"Did you tell her?" She asks, talking about the helicopter.

"Not really." I mumble, scratching the back of my neck.

Opening her arms, she offers me a hug, and I take a step forward into her arms.

"I know it's hard, Emilio, so if you can't do it for you, then do it for me, and if you still can't, do it for him." She tells me, running her hand through my hair in the same way as always.

Keeping quiet, I move my head so that my chin is resting on her shoulder.

"Thank you, again, mama." I keep my tone of voice the same, and pulling away a bit, I lightly kiss her cheek before pulling away completely.

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Emilio's pov

Lightly kicking her back, I take another bite, and she kicks me harder than I expect, causing me to choke on my food.

"Would you two stop playing footsies?" Madolina asks once I've stopped coughing.

"We weren't playing anything." Isa tries to lie, having failed the second she began.

"You're not very good at lying." Mama tells her, amusement in her eyes.

Across from me, Isa is trying to not laugh, so I lightly kick her again, and she can't help herself. Now giggling, I also can't help myself, but I just chuckle.

"You two are children." Mama says, more to herself than to us, acting annoyed.

"We both know that already, or at least I know that, not entirely sure about Emilio." Isa says through her giggles.

"Oh, he's definitely a child too."

I act hurt, as if that affected me, and Isa continues giggling.

"Did you put a ton of sugar or something in her hot cocoa?" I ask mama, looking down at mine for a second or two to see if mine looks different than normal.

"Nope. She's just-"

"An arborist." Mama gets cut off, while the odd girl across from me keeps giggling. "Can I live here?" Isa continues, "I love all the food you make, it's so good. And what is this called?"

"Sorry, but no you cannot live here, thank you, and this is called fettuccine carbonara, with bacon in it."

Looking over at Isa's plate, it's empty, and she takes seconds from the pot in front of us. Not long after, mama also fills her plate up again, and I assume that neither of them had a full lunch, if they even had lunch.

"Okay, so I have an idea. You two need to chill though for me to be able to tell you both." Mama announces, and Isa and my eyes meet, both of us confused.

"What is it?" She asks, resting her hand on the table.

"You both like each other, and then date, and eventually get engaged and then married. Because then I won't have to worry about you leaving me." Mama finishes off while looking at Isa, and I try my hardest to make myself blush, making it seem as if I'm uncomfortable.

"I mean you could just kidnap her but I don't think others would appreciate that." I suggest, pushing my now empty plate to the side.

Suddenly there's a foot in my lap, and I pull my legs apart, letting Isa's foot fall onto the chair. I place my hands on her ankle, massaging it, before I find what wouldn't exactly be a muscle knot, but just tight muscle. I do what would be called a Swedish massage; I don't think it has many Swedish origins though, unlike her.

Almost immediately her shoulders drop, but she continues eating, knowing it'll be weird to explain if we get caught. Sliding the bottom of her pants up, I go a bit higher, and it's just as tight there. Keeping my hands there, I move my thumbs down, pushing down with both my thumbs and pointer fingers at the same time. Her muscles tense, and I don't think she notices, so I'm assuming it wasn't on purpose, or she's really good at hiding that.

"Emilio?" Mama calls me, pulling me out of my reverie.

I hum, letting her know that she's gotten my attention, but I maintain most of my focus on getting Isa to relax.

"When will Vivienne come over? She is my only friend and I know you were there this morning, so you need to talk to her and say you will give money to her if she comes over. Don't actually do that though, if you give that money to anyone then you should give it to me so I can continue making lasagna as much as I do." She tells me, and when I look over to Isa, our eyes meet; she seems surprised and confused.

"I'll see them all again tomorrow, I will ask then, but you know she probably won't listen because she doesn't take anything from anyone, the same as you." I remind her, not wanting to deal with that crazy woman.

"Yes, I know, but just tell her and if not then tell the others to convince her." Rolling my eyes at her antics, I move all my focus back over to Isa.

With more focus on that, I realize that it's mostly tense a bit above and on the sides, and as it goes higher up her leg it wraps around the back. Directly above her ankle, it's only on the sides, the front is hard like it should be, and the back is soft but not too soft. Then as my hands move up, it feels the same on both sides if I don't focus on it a lot, but now that I'm more focused I can feel that it wraps around immediately on the inner side, while on the outer side it goes a bit higher before it wraps around.

Pulling a hand off of her leg, I pull my phone out of my pocket and rest it on the table with the screen facing up.

"Can I?" I find myself asking, knowing mama would be okay with it, but I'm not quite sure if Isa would be.

"Yeah, but quickly please." She replies before taking another bite.

Turning it on, I go to a note app, and create a new note. 'Look up muscle anatomy around women's ankles for Isa's taught muscles.' I type in, before saving it and turning my phone back off, pushing it away.

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hi

i was gonna write more but imma edit it all eventually and put a whole bunch of chaps together bc there are 5 chapters for tuesday alone

bye