𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝑓. ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

033. IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND

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IN THE PALM OF YOUR HAND ☂︎

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SHE HAD A PERMANENT SMILE ON HER FACE as she walked into the hotel with the remains of a waffle cone in her right hand.

Vanya walked beside her, the jazz music from the hotel fading in as they entered with a laugh. They walked over to the bar together to see a giggling Diego, Luther and Klaus sitting beside an annoyed Five, a white button up shrouded around his figure, his usual jacket gone from sight. She fought back the flush that threatened to come to her skin as she remembered when she told him he looked better without it. She blinked, pausing with Vanya by her side. "Hey guys." Vanya started, staring between her brothers.

"Hey." Luther laughed, wiping off the mess on his face with the back of his hand.

Five sighed, avoiding eye contact with his brothers. "And where were you two tonight?"

Charlotte intervened before Vanya could potentially stumble over words. "We went out for some ice cream."

Five nodded as Klaus whined. "Without me? And left me with these brutes?" he motioned towards Luther and Diego.

"Sorry." Vanya chuckled, glancing towards the elevator. "You know, I'm pretty tired. I think I'm gonna head up."

"Same here." Charlotte added, brows furrowing as Diego nudged Five with a smirk.

"Five's pretty tired too." Diego muttered, eyes looking suspiciously down at his plate of food. She couldn't tell what they were up to but the incessant giggling made it obvious something was going on.

"Well I've still got enough energy in me to kill you if I have to." Five bit with a sarcastic grin. He looked over at her with a much softer expression. "Let's go?"

She squinted, unsure of what everyone seemed to know but her. "Sure."

"Goodnight, Five." Diego sang. "Have fun!"

The jazz music drowned out the sound of Klaus' final words. "Don't forget, my pockets always have extra-"

Quickly, an embarrassed pink flush tinting his skin, Five lunged for her hand, warping them in a ball of blue light. They landed in a corridor, her hands on his shoulders and his fumbling at her waist. "Sorry." he muttered, arms staying where they were, his face inches from hers.

They had been this close many times now and yet he always had a way of tying knots in her stomach.

"What's going on Five?" she asked with a grin, slowly picking up on the conversation from downstairs. The thin, white material of his shirt only accentuated the light coloring of his cheeks as a scowl formed on his face to distract from it. In another blink of light, they landed in a room, a radio humming like music to her ears.

Charlotte looked around, the room warmly lit with an array of candles and lamps. The nightstands by the large, satin clothed bed were adorned with rows of books. Those made her smile as her eyes fell on other items he knew she enjoyed; a pile of newspapers with the crossword flipped up, a bottle of champagne, a heavy journal, the title neatly written in French.