Mistaken

Chapter 18: Proof

Prompto had a feeling a part of you regretted saying you trusted him. A few days had passed since that conversation and things were progressively showing results. What Prompto saw as results were the hilarious reactions from everyone in Meldacio and his companions. He knew if Sol had finally decided to make his presence known, then there was a chance you would be returning to Insomnia soon. It would be ten times harder for him to reach you, let alone whisk you away as he could in Meldacio. The gunslinger was hoping if all looked swell between them, Sol would make one last act of desperation, and Prompto would be well and truly ready to prevent the arrogant Hunter from getting his way.

There were a few instances in which Prompto noticed through his accomplishments. Any display of affection towards you created small shifts in Sol's passing 'boys' visits. They became more frequent and it was rather obvious their eyes were solely on him. What came as a bonus to Prompto, was relishing in being openly affectionate with you once again and the genuine reactions that followed. Refreshing your memory with the many you made together brought ultimate happiness to him, and made him feel alive once again. Naturally, all his affectionate gestures came with a good roasting from the others. Ignis and Charlie knew all along what Prompto was up to, but never thought to key in the rest. Prompto figured Gladio would pick it up, while Noctis, being the innocent male that he was, would react as he always did when they were teenagers. What amused Prompto was the fact you hadn't called him out on his little charade. Either you were genuinely surprised each time, or you figured him out, and were enjoying the extra attention and the opportunity to be intimate again.

After almost reaching a week, Prompto knew Sol had reached his limit, perhaps pushed further than expected from the reports of his many minions. Marcus and Dave often joked it was the most they had seen Dalon and the rest work so hard, frequenting at Meldacio wasn't a common occurrence until now.

"You know..." Charlie began, plopping down on the picnic table bench, exhausted. "Seeing you two getting all lovey-dovey like pubescent teenagers is getting sickening,"

"Naw! Are you not getting any from Gladio?" Charlie's face went bright red from your teasing, erupting laughter from the rest, including Gladio. You were happily sitting on the bench with Charlie, leaning comfortably against Prompto who was sitting behind you, his right arm draped loosely around your waist.

"Why are you laughing at this babe?" Charlie hissed, whacking the shield's bicep, only to make him laugh harder.

"Trust me (Your Name). If I had Charlie and the caravan all to myself, that thing would collapse from the amount of rocking it would do in just twenty-four hours," Charlie's face went a darker shade of red from Gladio's remark. "What's wrong, babe? Not ready for me?" Gladio added, nudging a knuckle to Charlie's red cheek.

"At any rate, you'll be rocking the caravan by yourself!" Charlie snapped in her embarrassment. Prompto never thought he'd ever get the opportunity to do so, so executed his little plan with great excitement. His plummeting whistle caught the attention of the bickering couple, with Gladio sending a satisfied smirk.

The loud rev of an engine nearing Meldacio made Prompto grin to himself. You looked up at him, eyes narrowing in curiosity for his rather cheery mood. Paying no attention as the noisy vehicle's engine stopped after parking nearby, Prompto thought to ruffle a few more feathers before acknowledging their guests. He placed a slow kiss on your shoulder and once you turned your face towards him again, roughly pressed his lips against yours, kissing you intensely. He held the back of your head firmly, as he deepened the kiss, snaking his right hand underneath your top and teasing you with a featherlike touch towards your breasts.

The gleeful blonde slowed the kiss when he heard the sound of an obvious, disapproving clearing of a male's throat. Satisfied in seeing you utterly breathless from the kiss, he kissed your neck quickly and then just below your ear. "It's showtime babe," He whispered in your ear, resisting the urge to leave a love mark on your neck when he felt your entire body shiver just from the low timbre of his voice.