𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔹𝕠𝕒𝕥 - Rhea Ripley x Reader (Discontinued)

Part Twenty-seven

LIME
A/N: I've never written anything like this before, so please leave advice and criticism.

Word count: 1107

We arrived at the airport and Demi ran around the front of the car to open my door.

I climbed out and Demi took my hand, kissing it gently before she took our two suitcases out of the boot of the car.

'We've still got three hours until the plane leaves,' I said.

Demi nodded.

'Want to go get pizza?' she asked.

'Sure,' I said, slipping my hand into Demi's and starting to walk towards the entrance to the airport.

'Baby?' Demi asked, nudging me.

I hummed a response, looking up at her.

'Go check that sign-map thing to see if there's anywhere we can get pizza,' Demi said.

I let go of Demi's hand and jogged to the sign.

There was a Domino's not far off.

I went back to Demi and informed her of my discovery.

Demi took my hand again and we started walking in the direction of the place.

'What toppings do you want?' she asked.

'Just boring margarita,' I replied.

'It's not boring if it's what you like.'

I smiled at Demi warmly.

We wandered to the pizza place and Demi ordered a simple cheese pizza.

After about twenty minutes, the pizza was ready.

Demi went and collected it before bringing it back to the table I'd sat at.

'Do you want the first slice, princess?' she asked.

I took a slice and nibbled at the cheese on the end.

Demi put the box down and took a slice herself.

I continued to nibble at my slice slowly as Demi ate at a normal speed.

'Are you okay?' Demi asked when she realised I wasn't even halfway through my first slice when she was reaching for a third.

'I'm not that hungry,' I replied with a shrug.

Demi's eyes softened.

'Is this like that one time?' Demi asked in a quiet voice.

I shook my head.

'Then what is it, baby?' she continued gently.

I shrugged and continued nibbling my pizza.

'At least you're eating,' Demi said.

I ate so slowly that by the time I was done, it was time to board the plane.

(A/N: I know nothing about planes so I'm going to time skip here.)

- Time Skip -

Demi opened the door to our hotel room.

'It smells of France here,' she said, stepping aside to let me in.

'What does France smell like?' I asked, gazing around the room in awe.

'Here,' Demi replied, setting her suitcase down and standing beside me.

'And it's soundproof,' she said.