The Final Base

Winter in the City

Brooklyn loves it when it snows in the city. There's something magical about it. She does find a lot of things pretty magical, but this is definitely at the top of her list. Albert's been playing pro ball for two years now and moved into his apartment a year ago. She graduated this past spring and is happily working at the little bookstore she loves so much. Life is great. Yes, there have been many ups and downs. One of them being she's now known in the public eye and being terrified of going out alone without someone. On the more positive side, her relationship was in a good place. She had her insecure moments but they weren't as frequent as they used to be.

Right now she's going to soak up every free moment Albert has. Though he's still on the clock with off season training, among other holiday things like going to events and such, right now he was all hers and she was going to do whatever it takes to keep him locked up. She didn't care how much Race whined. Girlfriend card trump's best friend after all. At the moment they were settled on the couch watching Christmas movies with popcorn and hot coco. There was a comfortable silence between them as the movie played. Though Brooklyn's attention was mostly on the steady beat of his heart.

"Why do you like these so much again?" his deep, low voice rumbled through his chest and sent a tingle through her ears.

"Cause it's magical," Brooklyn replied.

"Nah, you're magical," he said in that husky voice she loves so much. Shifting so that they were chest to chest she moved up, delicately placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Which he happily went along with. His fingers thread through her hair, one hand landed on her neck and she shivered when those rough calluses scraped against her skin. He was warm and she loved the way his body fit against hers.

The kiss was soft, yet needy in some ways. All those months apart with so little time to themselves. When they do go out Albert always has to wear a cap, facing forwards, and sunglasses just to be safe. She can do with the sunglasses, but the front-facing cap was an unnatural sight. That was only in the summer. Thankfully in the winter, scarves and knitted hats did the job just fine.

She took a moment to soak in his scent. Something both manly and soft. She still couldn't tell if it was orange or not but it doesn't matter because she loves it. His body was strong, solid, and she can easily let herself drown in the soft cotton of the well worn t-shirt. Not to mention that boyish smile of his when he's far from that. Well ok Albert still has his boyish ways but on the outside he'a manly. Large hands and those not so subtle muscles he has. That lazy smirk and eyes that look right into her soul. All in all she scored in the boyfriend department. Dare she say, almost like one of her books but even better cause it's real. Ok so maybe she's a bit of a hopeless sap. Just a little bit.

She felt his lips capture her jaw, then her neck, which was soon followed by the sweet spot that made her gasp. A few years ago Brooklyn would never allow this kind of moment to happen. It was too intimate, scary even. But now she welcomed it. More or less. His nose brushed against her cheek, the happy high she was feeling came crashing down. When she opened her eyes he had this sleepiness to it.

"Hi," his deep voice said, breaking the silence.

"Hi," she whispered back.

"Brooklyn?"

"Hmm."

"Marry me."

"Ok," she replied softly.

"No. I really mean that." his hands moved down to the small of her back, gently holding her in place while his fingers traced patterns. "Marry me, gorgeous." he bit his lip, his features turning sheepish. It was an adorable look. "I got the ring in the night-"

"WHAT!" Brooklyn's high pitched screech made Albert wince. Yeah, he should've seen that coming. Well, guess he can add proposing to the list of things that she freaks out about. The number one spot being of course were her books. The boys still made fun of the time he ran into the girls bedroom in his underwear armed with a baseball bat when Brooklyn screamed at the top of her lungs all because of - and he wasn't going to get into that right now. It was the least of his problems. "What do you mean you - when did you? Albert Nathaniel Dasilva, explain yourself."