Marina & Stefanielle One Shot (En)

station 19 - 6x05 - the reconciliation (Marina)

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It had been a while since the brunette had seen her wife. She was nowhere to be found in the apartment. Only one possible place. The second room, the one that would become the room of their baby, if the insemination of the Italian had finally worked after so many failures.

She had taken advantage of this moment of solitude, of isolation of Maya to prepare a small something for her.

Once everything was in place, Carina knocked on the door.

-"what are you doing in the guest bedroom?" Asked the brunette, leaning against the doorpost.

-"do you need something?" Asked the blonde defensively, putting down her cell phone that she held in her hand as she sat on the bed putting ice on her ankle. She had then begun to remove the bandage that held the pouch on her foot.

-"do you remember the first night we hooked up?... I remember everything about that night... Sharing small breaths between kisses..." Her voice was low a bit wistful, "I remember the smell of your hair, and the lavender flowers nearby..." She made before looking up at the ceiling with a smile, "I remember you were trying to make a weird joke about CPR and you breath being taken away."

-"hey ... I was nervous" she said, smiling at the memory. Her wife also on the other side of the door was smiling, in fact she had even bitten her lip slightly, her wife was admitting that she was nervous in front of her, she had her cheeks slightly tinged with red, she was flattered, she was in turn embarrassed, embarrassed that she was admitting it when they were not at their best. But the blonde had resumed a serious tone: "is there a point here?"

-"and there she is. The jerk that tried to push me away the following morning..." She did, rolling her eyes again, "I was happy to walk away and never see you again... But you didn't let me. You kissed me, and ..." The blonde who was redoing her bandage had stopped somewhat, she was also now thinking back to that moment, "...And you told me you were sorry and you wanted to see me again. And look how far we've come now... I mean, i know everything feels like a lot right now, but we're past that..." The brunette was now somewhat offended and the blonde had stopped, she realized that she was hurting her wife, she was really hurting her. But she wasn't used to letting others in when she wasn't well, it wasn't her modus operandi: "...You don't have to push me away anymore" Carina added as she moved away from the second bedroom door. Maya had then gotten up from the bed and opened the door on her wonderful wife, leaning on the wall in front of the guest room, one leg up, foot on the wall, in a set of matching black floral underwear and a silk robe. The lieutenant had looked at the petals and candles on the floor before refocusing her gaze on her wife. She was breathtaking, beautiful, vulnerable, she could read it in her eyes. The light of the room that had come to reflect on her body making it even more sublime, more breathtaking: "sorpresa". Did she with a sensual voice but shaky.

Her tone that showed her wife that she had just spoken to her with open heart had touched the soul of the blonde who had only managed to respond at first by a slight smile, embarrassed in turn.

-"what is this ?" Asked Maya not knowing how to react.

The brunette had shifted from the wall and had left in the direction of the living room hoping that her wife would follow her. She was nervous and played with the string of her silk nude.

-"it's everything from our first night together. It's the same lingerie, the same lavender flowers. It's... I love you." She paused so that Maya could see the table she had prepared for her, but at the same time to take back her words, "...And whatever we're going through, we'll get through it together because our love Story is beautiful, and I don't want to lose it. I don't want to loose us." She couldn't go any further in her speech, her voice was already on the verge of breaking, the emotion, the potential sobs were already noticeable in the fatality that seemed to be the eventuality of their fate.