𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

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Steam billowed out of the bathroom when Lloyd entered the bedroom.

They had managed to find a motel on the border of Prague, a small town neither of them had previously heard existing. Lloyd had showered after Addison leaving his shirt for her and smiling when he saw her resting comfortably in it, eyes glued to a laptop screen that had rented from a nearby electronic store. Lloyd took in the shape of her body, the way her brows furrowed when she focused on what she was typing, the way her shoulders were tense. His feet moved over to where he draped his clothing, pulling on his boxers before he sat down on the bed, moving so his legs rested on either side of her, arms slipping around her waist.

Lloyd was assessing the situation, trying to find out the best way to go about conversation.

He felt Addison relax against his chest, fingers slowing their typing as her eyes once against closed, soaking in the familiar feeling of Lloyd being around her, comforting her. It had been so long since he watched her completely trust anyone, him included. His fingers threaded together on her stomach, holding Addison against his body, chin resting on her shoulder while he watched the screen. Files were being drug, words being tied, the USB stuck out the side of the laptop. It dawned on him what she was doing, she was preparing blackmail. Keeping a copy of those videos in a file for herself, something to hold over Denny's head.

"Sunshine," Lloyd leaned into the warmth of her neck, pressing a soft kiss to the space where her shoulder connected to her neck, "take a break."

"There's so much to do Lloyd, I can't."

He could hear the exhaustion in her voice, when they arrived at the hotel he had to resettle the stitching on her leg from where Four had stabbed her earlier in the mission, he had to rewrap her wrist, and he took in how bruised her body was. She was physically exhausted and in pain, yet she wouldn't stop working, not when she thought she wasn't doing enough. It was the one thing Lloyd had always admired, when she finally applied herself to something, she went at it with full force. "Alright," his fingers unthreaded from each other, taking the laptop from her and placing it on the bedside table, "you told me over a month ago now, when I was up and working over what I should be, that if I loved you, I needed to put you first and go to bed right?"

Addison's eyes fluttered shut when she leaned back against his chest, head falling on top of his collarbone, threading her fingers with his, "yes."

"I didn't want to leave that seat, finding Court was my soul focus, but then I saw you standing in front of me and I laid my head on your stomach," Lloyd squeezed her hands gently, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple, "and all I wanted was to lay beside you, sleep with you in my arms for one of the first time in years. All I wanted that night was to do the one thing I had longed to do since I was forced to leave you."

Lloyd leaned them back, his bare skin meeting the headboard, breaking his hand away from Addisons for a moment to pull the sheets over their bodies, the only reason he was telling her all of this was to lull her to sleep, she had always loved to hear Lloyd open about his love for her. She would fall into the comfort of sleep knowing she was loved so wholly by him. When he first was told to spy on her, he had never imagined that he would fall so deeply in love with the girl in his arms. Now here he sat in a run down motel on the border of Prague, and there was no where else he would rather be. If Addison wasn't there with him, there was no need to keep going on. If it meant that he walked away from his company, then so be it, wherever she was going, he would follow.

"That night, right after you fell asleep, I actually had to pinch myself, I couldn't believe you were laying there in my bed, in my arms, I had gone so long without the feeling, but it was like you never left, your imprint was forever stamped into that bed," He saw her sleepy smile appear on her lips when she curled further into his chest, "in the years you weren't there, no one was ever allowed in that room, it was reserved for you, and you only. I couldn't imagine anyone else being there, taking place in my bed, in my room, in my heart. Because it wasn't really my bed or my room, or even my heart sunshine," her sleepy eyes opened, and Lloyd felt his heart stop, he wanted this moment cemented into his memory forever, he never wanted to forget the look of pure love that was resting in those iris' in this moment.