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"Okay I thought I could shake the movies out of my head but I can't"
I knew he loved them, I take another strawberry out the glass container popping it in my mouth.
"Ask away"
"So does wanda get vision back or is he dead dead?"
"I don't know you'll just have to watch wandavison to find out"
"You don't have to say anything just nod or blink" he stares down all hopeful at me but I don't move or dare blink "please?" he tries one last time.
"No spoilers we'll watch it tonight and you can find out yourself" I smile at him.
"And what about Natasha is she coming back or what because what the actually fuck"
I can't help but laugh, this is the same guy who said he might fall asleep as the first movie began "what do you mean?"
"She died for a world that hated her, its fucked up"
"Tell me about it but I understand why it had to be her"
"Well I don't"
"Well because she loved Clint, he was her family and the avengers too of course so when it came down to saving herself or them it wasn't even a discussion. Plus, she knew it would bring everyone else back"
"Yeah but imagine if they failed and she died for nothing"
"She was already ready to go, I think she would've died one way or another even if it wasn't because of the infinity stone, like maybe on the battle field "
He nods his head agreeing to what I've said "and tony too oh my god"
"Yeah I know" I wine with him.
"This whole 'let's watch marvel so I can bless you' was bullshit you just wanted to hurt me"
"Did it work?"
Sighing he looks down at me "yeah"
"Good"
"At least now I know what you meant about doctor strange"
"See I told you you're not him"
"I might not have a weird necklace and a live cape with an attitude but I can still control time"
"You're an idiot"
We roll to the side so we're laying next to each other staring at the bright dewy clouds that have appeared over time.
"You nervous about tomorrow?" he asks.
"Surprisingly no, I need this to be over and done with, it's a chapter in my life that I thought was dead up until I saw him and it showed me that for him this is his whole life, I'll never understand why he's so obsessed with this but he is"
"You can ask him you know, any question you want when you get him"
"I thought about it, asking him a question I mean but why bother? what will an answer give me that I can't? the truth? because the truth is he did what he did because we wanted to, because he loved it, that's the truth"
"Well if you don't want the truth then whatever it is your after you'll still get it"
"Vengeance Nicholas, that's all I want, nothing else just that"
"One goal and a whole army behind you, trust me, you'll get it"
"And I have you to thank for that" I turn to my side looking at him "I would've never gotten to him this fast if you didnt help"
"Mia, normally I would take the credit but I can't. Not when it's not true. I've never met someone like you who knew what she wanted and took it. With or without me you would've been right here where you are now regardless so give yourself the credit Amore"
"Whether you see it or not you've still helped me in ways I didn't know I needed help, so thank you regardless"
"You don't have to thank me Mia, not ever"
We lay staring deeply into each other, it's not sexual or heavy, instead it's as light as it always is looking at him. I hope he feels what I feel right now, safe.
I never imagined in a million years that I'd ever feel safe being near a man, let alone being in love with one.
"After all of this" he begins nervously "if you want I was thinking we can talk about getting a place... together"
Not what I was expecting for him to say but surprisingly I don't feel the urge to run or look away, instead I find myself smiling at the idea of their being a us.
"After this I want nothing more than to talk about that"
"Good because I don't really know how i was meant to tell you that I wasn't gonna let your ass go anytime soon"
"Wow so what if I had a secret boyfriend I needed to get back to"
"Hope his family has money for a funeral then"
Of course that's what comes into his head first.
"Can I ask you something?" I've meaning to ask him this for a while now bit we never had time.
"Anything"
"Why do you let me call you Nicholas but whenever anyone else says it seems to end up..."
"Dead?"
I nod and he takes a minute to himself thinking of something deeply.
"My mom called me Nicholas, everyone did at some point but I guess it only reminded me of the times she would call me up to her room and so it just got annoying. Eventually I decided to just delete it in a way" whatever he was thinking of disappears as he looked back at me "but then you said it and not once did I hate it. You made me feel real again Mia, every time you said it, it felt like all the bad memories I had with that name got wiped clean, just by you. A girl I was asked to look out for whilst Donte went to fix a deal that had gone wrong"
"And now look"
"And now look" he repeats.
"You won't break my heart will you?" I know it's random but I need to know, I want to hear him say the words.
He gets up getting hovering over me "Mia" my name trails out of his mouth like a spell on it's own "I would rather die than ever hurt you in any kind of way, do you understand?"
"I'm beginning to"
"Good" his hand trails up my thigh lifting my dress up as he continues to go up and up, getting dangerously close to moving the dress completely off my legs.
-Nicholas-
My fingers trail over her soft skin moving the thin fabric higher and higher but I don't care, she has me under her own control with out realizing it.
I feel her chest heave deeper and deeper with every touch as I reach her waist exposing her white panties. I push the dress away leaving them out on display for me and only me "I won't touch you" her brows furrow together in annoyance "after all, you did say 'later' didn't you?"
"Nicholas I swear to fucking-"
"Language Amore, language" I shake my head side to side, all at the same time brushing my lips against hers. When she moves up I only move further back not giving her a drop of what she wants so desperately, not yet at least.
"Tell me what you want love" I whisper against her neck as I leave a trail of kisses, she hesitates not knowing how to "anything you want, just say the words"
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Into oblivion
RomanceMia clings to the term "enemies" when Nicholas is around and although they couldn't be anymore alike, she seems to muffle the whispers of her feelings towards him as if her life depends on it. [ "I hate you" I manage to mutter but he nears closer a...