Forever

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Bree and Pietro aren't the best at spending time separated from each other. It's very tiring and stressful, when they know that it's possible that one doesn't come back. Especially, if one of them is risking his life to save countless others and she has the possibility of being targets for who even knows anymore. Even though, there's been plenty of examples in the past that have occured.

Momentarily, Bree is safe at home, alone and not calm, while Pietro and the rest are all the way in Germany, dealing with the same kind of idiots as always. They've been gone for over fifteen hours by now and are directly in the middle of their fight and Bree is just lying on her floor with some music blaring in the background as she worries fearfully.

But, as always, she has to shake it off the best she can and continue on with her day, like all is normal. She does the dishes, she folds some laundry, cleans the floors and counters and even the doorknobs, elevator buttons, every utensil in the kitchen, and lastly, tackles the bathroom. But all of this is done within nearly two hours, leaving her with a spotless home and nothing to do afterwords.

That's when she remembers that she sings for a living and it wouldn't hurt to continue doing that. She has been working on a new song recently anyway and she's very excited about it. So she heads off to her studio, getting all comfy in her fluffy chair with her headphones on lock.

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"I'm starting to believe, I might be...never in my dreams...hard times...past life, I got away from it...I'm God's favorite..."

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Wooshing from the kitchen late at night immediately sends Bree crawling on her hands and knees to the end of the bed. Pietro steps in through the doorway and slowly grins when her arms fly out for him, but, instead, he hooks his hands with her thighs and forces them out from beneath her. She falls to her back with a small shout and laugh and he leans down to wrap her waist up in a tight hug, his head laid on her chest.

"How much did you run?" She grazes her thumb along his cheek.

"So much." He mumbles and she chuckles adoringly.

"You're tired, huh?" She asks softly.

"I ran so much." He pouts and she giggles fondly while placing her hand on his head. "Hold me." He sings in a begging tone with a small smile, just so he can hear that little laugh once again.

He pulls his arms out from under her and she exhales deeply as he leans on his forearms. He inches his head up her chest, until his face is in her neck and he can press multiple kisses to her soft skin.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you." She teases. "What're you doing?"

"I'm just loving you." He lays in her neck.

"You're doing it wrong." She jokes while nudging his chest.

He sighs while lazily pushing his heavy self off of her and she scooches out from beneath him. He watches her move through his lashes as she crawls over the comforter and to the top of the bed. She plops her to bottom and leans against the pillows to adjust her hip before she opens her arms for him. He hangs his head with a grin before he's gone for a few seconds and back in a hoodie and shorts.

He takes his new spot beside her and hugs himself close to her waist as she turns on the TV. He pushes his leg between hers and pulls her thigh over his hip.

"Can you even see the TV?" She lays her cheek on his hair.

"Mm-hmm." He shakes his head and closes his eyes.

"Did you want to?" She goes to back up.

"Nope." He pulls her back by her shoulder and she giggles with a scrunched up nose.

"Okay."