How much have we missed?

The world

"I miss you, mi Vida!" He hummed down the phone. We'd been apart for the longest we had our whole 'relationship'. We'd just finished another round of talking each other through all of the things we wanted to do when we were back together. I watched as he lay on his back on his hotel bed. His one hand behind his head, the other wiping the come from his stomach, the iPad showing him in all of his glory.

"I miss you too. How many days until New York now? 15?"

"I think so. man these weeks are going to drag!" He looked up at the camera on his phone "you look pretty" he smiled and I felt my heart ache from being away from him.

We'd not really talked more about where our relationship was going, if we were going to try and keep things between us more. All of our family and friends had been a part of it now. We were genuinely together, just not out in public. We'd visited sets and miraculously been able to keep it under wraps. My phone was full of photos of him, of us, of our life together that I never posted - I decided that I would raise it again when I we got back to New York together.

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"Merry Christmas, mi amor" I opened the door to an early Pedro

"What the fuck!" I was not expecting him. I was in my PJs he wasn't due for another day and my apartment was not at all tidy!

"Nice to see you too, Cariño. Can I come in?"

"Of course, yes, shit sorry! You're early" I tried to scoop up the cup and plate of left out.

"I am. I got an earlier flight and rushed a bit but, here I am" he stood with his arms out in my living room. I headed over and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing him properly. He walked us to the bedroom and sat me on his lap wrapping my legs around him.

"I'm sorry I didn't greet you properly, I'm in shock" I managed in between kissing him and removing our clothes. "I've really fucking missed you"

"God, I've miss you too mi alma." I stood and took off the last of my clothes and he shuffled off his trousers. "Come back here" he pulled me back to his lap, he'd been in the door moments and we were consumed within each other.

He quickly filled me but we took it slow, he sat on the edge of the bed and I wrapped my legs behind him grinding on his lap. His hands on my hips holding me close. His favourite trick of not letting me leave him, as I jerked and squirmed under the exquisite feeling. My arms around his neck holding him as close as I could. I lifted up and down as much as his grip would allow me and kept eye contact as my body flushed and shook, my orgasm taking over. Seconds later he came deep within me.

"I don't think I've ever felt quite how I do about you, with anyone else" I made out through lost breath still gripping him tight. He smoothed my hair from my face and smiled up at me.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, mi vita. You really are my everything" we spent a moment coming to.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as a change of pace.

"Always" he smiled as we got up and cleaned up. "Could I maybe grab a shower too? I feel all flighty" he shivered.

"I'll sort toast" I found him a towel and he headed to the shower.

Clean and fed we sat at the breakfast bar in my kitchen.

"I'm not sure I can take much more hiding out" he tested the waters of conversation about how we portrayed our relationship again.

"No?" I wanted him to have control of this I didn't want to be pushy.

"I love you, I'm happy for the world to know. I mean I know it'll perhaps be crazy for a bit, but we can sort it so people don't ask all of the time right? And people photograph us all of the time on our own, so it'd just be together right?"  He looked like he'd thought this through.

"It would be nice to be able to pop out for things together"

"So I was thinking of speaking to my management and see if there's a better time? Does that sound super cheesy?"

"Maybe? I understand what you mean though, I guess after press would be good for you?" I replied.

"No cos that makes it sound like a tool, I didn't mean for it to be like that" he worried.

"It doesn't. People always talk about when to tell like parents or whatever about relationships, this is just a joy of our weird lives that we can try and pick a good time to tell the world I suppose."

"Yeah, but then maybe we just stop trying to hide it? see what happens - rather than a big thing?"

"I'd be down for that too, maybe then go to something together at some point?"

"Nothing would make me happier than holding your hand for the world to see"

We settled on a quiet Christmas and then we'd just stop hiding so much. We'd go out for dinner or a show, we'd share the same car to things and go into hotels together. And each time we'd hold hands and be happy to show the world.