La Luna - His Time || Bruno Madrigal Fanfic || Book Two

That Damn Red Sofa

Luna's POV

"I thought I'd find you here....", I smiled, reaching him. His salt and pepper curls danced in the wind with the palma de cera. "Getting a head start on your vows mi rey?", I leaned over and kissed his cheek before coming to sit between his legs. A soft leather journal laid beside him in the grass, his hand ever so carefully over it. It looked like Teo's journal but I was pretty sure I remember putting it away myself last night after story time. "What makes you think I haven't written mine already?", his lips kissed my favorite spot on my neck. Instant putty in his arms. I sighed happily, looking over the hill down at the river. A little over one week since Bruno had freed us from that monster and it still doesn't feel real some days. "Maybe it's you who should worry about their vows? Hmmm.. mi amor..", he grinned into the skin behind my ear, warm breath sending a tingle down my neck. Little does he know that I had written my vows weeks ago, while he was still away. I had been an emotional wreck but I think it made for good inspirational writing. "I may not be able to compete with your words but you can't tease me for trying once you hear them.", I threw my weight back jokingly to nudge him but his hand slipped in the grass, sending us flying back. My head crashed between his arm and chest, catching my fall. He looked at me, brows furrowed and we both burst into laughter. "Nice mi vida. Real smooth.", he kissed the side of my head, chuckling.

"What can I say? I've got the moves.", I stretched over and kissed his lips, tasting the leftover ajiaco he had earlier. It mixed with his sea breeze scent, making me moan. Did I just moan at that? I cringed at myself. But at least it made him laugh. His hands came around the nape of my neck as he leaned over my chest, brushing his nose softly up and down mine. "Señora Madrigal, you won't get cold feet will you?", he joked but every bit of sultry tone behind it made me squirm under him. Soon, I get to be his.

"Me? I don't get cold feet.", I smirked at the double meaning, knowing that was a lie cause when it came to my hands and feet while sleeping they always had to find his skin, warming them. He didn't buy it, a raised eyebrow mocked me. "Okay mi vida. We will see..." The emotion behind his green eyes swirled. I could feel it coursing through our bond. He couldn't wait to make me his, forever. Love and appreciation filled the space between us. No? There was something else I couldn't place. He was smiling down at me, watching me try to figure it out.

'Worship.', he pushed it through. Then 'Cherish.' I melted under him. Maybe I don't deserve him. There would never be any amount of time that we could have on this earth that would be enough.

There was a slight breeze, rustling the palms over us. Their music playing a song just for two. Blissful vibrations waved over my lips as he skimmed the stubble from his beard atop the skin. A deep grateful sigh rumbled out his chest. He was breathing me in, something he has been doing often lately. I caught him once while in bed, after I had woken up to a warm gust on my neck. He was nestled into the space between my neck and shoulder, hair tossed every which way. I knew by his breathing that he wasn't asleep, they were deliberate and measured. His nose roamed over every inch of flesh, sighing happily to himself, thinking I was still fast asleep. We could never get enough of each other and I wondered if the hormones had affected him and not just me. Unlikely, I smiled to myself. This was every bit of Bruno, pre pregnancy and now. He had always pushed that through our bond, 'Admiration'.

"What are you thinking about?" His gaze was intense. I hadn't realized he was watching me as I drifted through our memories. Blushing, I smiled back, "It's embarrassing." He narrowed his eyes at my words. "But sometimes I miss you, even when you're with me." My face felt hot. It was the truth and he seemed to ponder on it for a while. "So... I should try harder when I'm with you.", he was smiling. I don't think he could try any harder. Satisfied doesn't even come close to it. "No no... it's not tha—" I lost my train of thought as his lips found my neck, sucking in skin. "Mmmm.. maybe you could try a little harder....", I moaned, making him laugh into the skin.