anon requested: "How will we feel 20 years from now?“ from Stevie Nicks prompt. With Razor and Veronica. ❤ their story!
thank you! they are so fun to write & explore.
Razor threaded his hand in Veronica’s and stared up at the night sky. Their dinner earlier in the evening had gone well and now they were splayed out on the roof of the building next to the club house. She had only protested minutely when she saw the rickety fire escape and pointed down at her heels with an exasperated look. He’d smiled before disappearing and reappearing with a pair of his work boots that had been lying around. They’d hardly been better than the heels, as over sized as they were, but she managed.
He swept his thumb over her hand rhythmically, but kept a respectful distance on the blanket. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to pressure her into anything. The look she had given him earlier when they’d finally gotten to the top of the roof had been nervous and it took him a beat to sweep his eyes over the setting and clue in as to why. It had been a long time since he had tried to woo anyone. Craneas tended to fall into his lap when he needed a baser need filled, or when he was just plain bored. Veronica was different though, and not just for the most obvious reason.
“This is nice, right?” he asked quietly. He turned his head and traced his eyes over her profile as she remained staring up into the night sky. The light pollution from town drastically reduced the number of stars that were visible, but the longer they stayed up there the more their eyes adjusted.
“It’s really nice, Andre,” Veronica replied with a small smile. She inched over closer to him on the blanket and he cautiously put an arm around her. She pillowed her head on his bicep and he smiled a pleased smile to himself. “It feels so peaceful.”
“I’m glad,” he breathed. He chanced a kiss to her cheek and when she remained relaxed in his grip he pressed another one to her temple. “How will we feel 20 years from now?” he teased.
She laughed at that and rolled closer into his body. “Twenty years? This is our third date! Aren’t you putting the cart before the horse, a little? Who says I want to keep you around for that long,” she joked.
“Hey!” he yelped. “Why wouldn’t you want to!”
She just laughed again and he was forced to join her. Her joy was contagious.
“Maybe…if you play your cards right,” she answered finally. “Maybe in twenty years we’ll still feel this peaceful.”
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