The Assistant - tehmichi - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

Chapter 1: Just Another Day

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Stella stepped into the office with a small smile on her face. She’d been able to get everything done on time to make it to the building just before Laswell. While she’d only had this job for six months, her boss was incredibly likable. Some of the other people who shared her floor were questionable at best. Especially the man Laswell called one of her best friends, former SAS Captain John Price.

Pressing her lips together as she stepped into the elevator, Stella swiped her security card to get access to the top floor. With a quick glance at her watch and seeing that everything was on schedule, she allowed herself a sigh of relief.

“Hold the elevator!” called a gruff accented voice.

“f*ck,” Stella whispered as she pushed the ‘hold door’ button on the elevator. The doors pulled back, revealing Price, holding onto a briefcase and dressed to the nines in his usual work attire. A blue suit that made his eyes stand out. She hated that he looked incredible in everything he wore for work. Made for good eye candy but his attitude definitely needed vast improvements.

“Stella,” he started, realizing who held the elevator for him.

“Price,” she replied, scanning her card again for her floor.

“Still here I see,” he remarked.

“I work here, where else would I be?” Stella replied, internally groaning. She just wanted to get to her floor already. The elevator opened a few floors later, and more people got in. ‘Thank goodness for small favors,’ Stella thought. As the elevator continued, more people shuffled in and out of it until it was just her and Price once more.

Stella fidgeted on her feet, glancing in the opposite direction of where he was. He was a pretentious Brit, and he ranked first on her office sh*t list quickly…granted, he was the only one on it. Everyone else was great.

“Finally,” Stella mumbled as they arrived. She quickly scrambled out of the elevator and headed to her desk, setting her bag down. Price walked past her, heading into his office without another word. “Thank f*ck,” she mumbled as she sat. With a ring of the phone, her day began.

“Good morning,” Kate said as she came in.

“Morning Kate!” Stella chirped up from her desk. “I have your coffee and breakfast scone here for you.”

“You’re such a lifesaver, Stella,” Kate appreciated as she picked up the stuff from Stella’s desk. “How does my schedule look today?”

“Pretty light. You should be able to go home to the wife early,” Stella said with a smile. “You don’t have any client meetings. It’s mostly internal stuff this week concerning budgets, payroll, and the like.”

“Great, I could use a break from all the ass-kissing to retain clients,” Kate said with a small laugh.

“Same here,” Stella said with a smile. “If you need anything, please let me know. I’m already getting some of the interns working on the books you need for the financials presentation.”

“Thank you,” Kate said as she disappeared into her office. With another ring of the phone, Stella was back to work putting out potential internal fires so they wouldn’t get to the boss. Working with this security firm was always a new adventure. After a few hours of work, Stella slipped on one of her wireless earbuds and started to listen to music while she got through some emails and set up future meetings with supervisors on the lower floors. Typical everything.

Price stepped out of his office and continued straight forward to Kate’s. He glanced to see Stella softly listening to music as she worked, her hair up in the usual high ponytail she wore. The elevator pinged open, revealing one of the newer interns. She was a round-faced girl about Stella’s height and looked positively nervous.

“Stella,” she said, cutting the silence in the room. The female looked up at the sound of her name, side-eyeing Price before glancing at the new person.

“Irene, what is it?” Stella asked. Price took this as his cue to step into Kate’s office, softly closing the door behind him.

“Morning, John,” Kate greeted. “What is it?”

“Why is Stella still here?”

“Because she’s an excellent assistant.”

“I don’t like her. She’s mouthy, loud, and-”

“John, you’ve cost me five assistants in two years. I’m not listening to your judgment,” Kate said firmly, refusing to look up from her computer. “She’s on top of things better than the last one, and she actually deals with your temper.”

“Kate,” Price started.

“She bites back, that’s why you don’t like her,” Kate said as she looked away from her computer to Price. He scowled, letting out a frustrated sigh. A knock interrupted him before he could say his next words, the door opening to reveal Stella.

“I’m getting this corrected as we speak, but I thought you’d like to have a look at the preliminary reports. The pages are all woefully out of order,” Stella said as she came over to Kate’s desk and left a binder. Laswell immediately started to leaf through it as Stella kept talking. “I’m looking into who approved this to be printed and prepared this way.”

“These dates don’t line up, this is-”

“Once I have a name, I’ll let you know,” Stella said, turning around and starting to leave.

“Thank you,” Kate said. “Stella?”

“Yes?”

“Can you call in the bistro down the street and put my lunch order early?”

“Of course,” Stella said with a genuine smile. “Do you want me to also order you a smoothie from the-?”

“Yes, that would be great.”

“I’ll let you know when the food is here,” Stella said as she left the office and closed the door behind her.

“She didn’t even ask me if I wanted anything.”

“You hate that restaurant, John. We’ve all heard you complain about it. She stays, you don’t have to deal with her for now. She’s my assistant, not yours,” Kate said in a dismissive tone.

“What do you mean I don’t have to deal with her ‘for now’?” Price asked.

“Exactly what I said. John, I appreciate you, but you need to get the hell out of my office right now.”

“This isn’t over, Laswell.”

“When it comes to Stella, yes it is,” Kate said, focusing back on her computer. Price sighed, storming out of the office. Kate chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “He’s really not going to like the news I have for him next week,” she mumbled, checking the binder carefully a second time.

Chapter 2: No, It's Just You

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Kate’s day ended at four-thirty, making it so she could run and have a nice evening dinner with her wife. Stella remained at the office, handling things and waiting for the corrected binders to arrive. It was almost six when Irene stepped into the office with a box. Price exited his office at the same time as Irene scrambled to Stella’s desk. She set the box on top, looking just as nervous as she had that morning.

“Good evening, Price,” Irene said meekly as she glanced at the male.

“Good night ladies, I’m heading out for the evening,” he said, walking towards the elevator. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Irene was walking quickly right behind him, relieved. The ride was blissfully quiet as they arrived at the lobby. Irene promptly ducked out of sight, disappearing into the night crowd of the busy city streets. Price waved good night to the security guards before heading to Alejandro’s.

After everything with Hassan, the Colonel decided it was time to hang it up. Valeria kept getting away with everything and it was exhausting. He came up to New York, finding a run-down bar and investing in it to build it up into a space for him, his brothers in arms, and any lost soul who needed to feel protected from the cruel world.

Everyone in 141, Laswell included, had invested in the place though Alejandro was the primary owner. Rodolfo came up a few months after it opened, helping out and soon working full-time at the place as he was also starting over in the US. The place was doing really well for itself, thanks to the comfortable atmosphere, calm music, drink, and incredible food that kept everyone coming back for more.

Price and the boys would gather at least once a week to catch up, talk about the past, or just vent about their current endeavors. Alejandro’s quickly became their second home.

“There he is!” Price heard a voice as he came in.

“Soap,” Price said with a warm smile. “Gaz, Ghost, good to see you,” Price continued, greeting his team. They’d all formed part of the company, taking on fewer leadership roles but still contributing to the cause Kate and he wanted to pursue.

“Still can’t get used to you in a suit,” Soap joked as he took a sip of his drink.

“I can’t either,” Price said with a chuckle.

“Gentlemen!” spoke a familiar husky voice with an accent from nearby.

“Alejandro!” Price said, shaking his hand. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise,” Alejandro said as he released Price’s hand. “The usual?”

“Yes, please,” Price said as he took up the seat next to Soap. They all started to chat and catch up amongst each other until Soap brought up the subject that he loved to torture Price about, Kate’s new assistant whom he’d never been able to get a name for.

“She can’t be that bad,” Soap said, watching Rodolfo pour him a refill. “Gracias, hermano.”

“She’s insufferable,” Price remarked with a groan. “Always seems to have a stick or something up her arse. I can’t-”

“You do too, Price,” said a female voice, cutting him off. Price glanced to his left to see Stella right next to him. She looked exactly like she had that morning, nothing out of place. The sleeves of her blazer had been rolled up a little, showing parts of a tattoo on one of her forearms. “Hey Soap,” Stella said with a smile.

“Hey! Em told me you got a new job and would be scarce for a while but I didn’t know it was with Laswell,” Soap said, sliding off his seat and greeting the brunette with a warm hug.

“Yeah, I’ve been filling in for many roles but I’m loving every minute of it. Kate is an incredible boss.”

“She is,” Soap said as he released her. Price watched him carefully, surprised that they knew each other thanks to his girlfriend, Emily. “Did Em call you? Your order’s in.” Emily owned a shop that was full of things that Soap referred to as ‘geek culture.’ He didn’t know everything about it, Gaz did. Always talked to the couple about all the things he felt Emily should bring into the store.

“Oh, I’ll pick it up this weekend,” Stella said with a smile. “I’ll bring cookies.”

“Bless you, we just ran out of your last batch,” Soap said as Alejandro walked over to her, holding out a bag.

“Thank you, Ale,” she said as she handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

“Goin’ home?” Soap asked.

“Nope,” Stella said, waiting for her change “Back to the office.”

“But it’s already seven!”

“And I still have fires to put out,” Stella said as Alejandro came back. “Good night, Soap,” she said warmly to the Scottish male. “Price,” she said dryly as her smile faded, dropping a few bucks in the tip jar and walking away. Price looked over his shoulder, shaking his head.

“See what I mean?”

“Nope,” Soap said in response. “I’ve known Stel as long as I’ve known Em, the one with a stick up their arse is you. She gets along with everyone. Even Simon.”

The next morning when Price arrived at the office after a long night of drinking and catching up with his friends, he noticed that Stella was just as chipper as she was yesterday morning. No mention of seeing him last night at the bar, as if it’d never happened. He kept getting annoyed at how good she was at her job without complaint. Especially with the long hours of this business.

“Stella,” Price said as he walked past her and into his office.

“Price,” she said, focused on her computer. There were meetings, emails, and contracts to review. She was exhausted, especially after having to spend hours preparing the binders for Kate’s conference meeting in a few hours. She’d left the office closer to one am, which was dangerous in New York City, but the work got done.

“Good morning,” Kate’s voice cut in as she stepped off the elevator. Stella looked away from her computer and smiled at her boss, gently nudging the box of binders towards her. “All set?”

“All set,” Stella said with a smile. “I double-checked the printing and the page order. You’re good to go.”

“Thank you, my coffee?”

“In your office. I’ve already called the restaurant to confirm the lunch order for the meeting. I’ll be going to the conference room in twenty minutes to set up everything for you.”

“What would I do without you?” Kate asked.

“Let’s not think about that,” Stella said with a small giggle. “I’m reviewing a couple of updated contracts with the legal department before submitting them to you for final review. I have a preliminary list of upcoming renewals and possibly new clients that heard about our upcoming venture through the grapevine.”

“Perfect. It looks like we’ll be having a good year.”

“So far,” Stella replied. “Knock on wood,” she added, knocking on her desk. “I also wanted to ask about the company holiday party.”

“What about it?”

“A lot of employees are looking forward to it this year since it’s our first one due to the chaos the last two years. I’ve been hearing murmurs wondering if we’re going to do anything and the like.”

“Right,” Kate said, listening carefully. She noticed that Price had left his office door open, listening in on everything. He was probably waiting for the moment to strike and see where Stella would falter.

“I’m getting an accurate budget from the financial department so I can start looking for venues.”

“Perfect. I might assign you someone to help with that,” Kate said as a plan started to come up in her mind. She already had made up her mind about one thing, but now tacking this on as an extra would be fun.

“Yeah, interns are totally fine,” Stella said.

“Might not be an intern.”

“It’s fine. I can handle most of it, help is appreciated regardless.”

“I’ll let you know who it is next week.”

“Copy,” Stella said as the phone rang on cue and she got back to work.

After a few phone calls, Stella got up and carried the box with the binders to the top-floor conference room. She started to set up everything. Nameplates, binders, notebooks, pens, and anything else they might need. Once everything was set to her satisfaction, she left the conference room and started back to her desk, placing her lunch order with a smug grin on her face.

Kate left on time for her meeting in the conference room while Stella kept busy with everything else she had on her plate. Lunch arrived and she directed them to the right room before going back to her desk. Her own food was delivered a few minutes later, and she took it to her desk.

Price stepped out of his office at the smell of food and walked up to Stella, annoyed. She avoided his piercing blue eyes and focused on her lunch, a favorite from back home.

“You could’ve asked if I wanted anything,” Price huffed.

“You don’t like this restaurant either,” Stella said after swallowing a bite. “Not my fault,” she continued with a shrug.

“There’s still such a thing as manners, Stella.”

“Yeah, and it looks like you’ve forgotten yours for a while now,” she replied with a sweet smile. “Ale’s isn’t open yet so…find something else and let me eat in peace. I have meetings downstairs I need to get to.” Price huffed, walking towards the elevator. She pressed her lips together with a smug grin, leaning back into her chair. “Good luck getting back up without your security card!” She yelled as the doors closed in front of him. Stella cackled before drinking some of her soda, amused. “This just made my f*cking day,” she said with a full-blown smile.

Price went to lunch furious. He’d been so wrapped up being mad at Stella for forgetting her f*cking manners that he forgot his access card. Instead of running back to the office to get it and see her probably with the stupidest smile on her face, he just went to find food elsewhere. It was a bit of a walk but he found a ramen restaurant that he enjoyed. A little hole in the wall that was almost always empty.

Once he was done with lunch and talked to security, Price made it to the top floor with little trouble. It helped to be a co-founder.

The elevator doors opened to reveal Stella’s empty desk. He let out a sigh of relief that he didn’t have to see her smug grin at his mishap. Price continued forward to his office, sighing as he sat down on his chair. The end of the week couldn't come soon enough.

"Oh, looks like you made it back up okay," Stella's voice cut in as she peeked into his office.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Stella," Price said, annoyed. "But it'll take a lot more than that to get rid of me."

"I don't want to get rid of you."

"Oh?"

"I just want to piss you off," she said with a cheeky grin.

"Don't you have work to do?"

"I'm caught up on everything I need to do. This is just the cherry on top."

"God, you're infuriating."

"Then stop telling your friends I have a stick up my ass."

"You do."

"No, it's just you," Stella said with a wink before leaving his office.

"This f*ckin' woman."

Chapter 3: Assignment

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Stella arrived at her apartment that night, smiling smugly as she stepped in with a bag of food in her hands. Since she was still exhausted from the night before, she’d decided to order carryout from Alejandro’s. The bag was left in the kitchen as she continued towards her room. The first thing to come undone was the ponytail followed by taking off her blazer and slacks.

“Ah,” she said as she ran a hand through her hair, feeling at ease that it was now out of its elastic prison. She changed into something comfortable before grabbing her food and heating it up in the oven. Stella then grabbed her phone and started checking on her to-do list for tomorrow, seeing a new meeting pop up on her calendar. “That’s odd,” she mumbled, looking through her email, seeing that a meeting she had with Kate for Monday had been moved up…and Price had been added to it. “Oh f*ck no. Don’t tell me he finally got to her,” she sighed. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight worrying about this.”

Stella grabbed her dinner and sat down on the couch, sighing as she tried to keep her thoughts away from tomorrow’s meeting, worried about her job security. The money coming in was great, she loved her boss, and she was always learning something new. Price she could deal without.

Ugh, I’m scared Price got to Kate.

👸: Why? What the f*ck do you mean?

A meeting I had with just Kate on Monday moved up to tomorrow. He wasn’t in it until now.

👸: It’s probably just her telling you two to chill out.

I AM CHILL. He starts it all the f*cking time!!

👸: Stel, it’s been six months of this. I’m sure Kate’s at her limit with you two.

He is IMPOSSIBLE, Emmie.

🌹: Stel, you know that hating someone is bad for your complexion.

Dammit Rose, not you too. I don’t hate him…
I just severely dislike him, there’s a difference. 😈

👸: He didn’t get to Kate.
Johnny just told me that Price is complaining about tomorrow’s meeting too.

At least I’m not the only one miserable about this.

Stella sighed as she set her phone aside and focused solely on her dinner. She hoped that her anxiety would behave for the night so she could get enough sleep. Even after time in therapy, she would always have a freak out like this about moments she couldn’t control. It was difficult but she did manage to eat most of her dinner. As much as she wanted to game for the night, her anxiety would probably not let her unwind.

It took her a few hours, but she did finally fall asleep in the wee hours of the morning, trying to think of what the hell Kate was thinking about doing.

Kate had initially set the meeting for Monday morning, first thing, but that had been her plan almost a month ago. She’d been moving the meeting forward for weeks, trying to figure out the best way to avoid the chaos this was going to unleash. After venting about the situation between John and Stella to her wife the night before, Olivia suggested that she rip the meeting off like a bandaid and do it already.

And that’s why she was here before anyone else at the office, trying to keep calm as she waited for Stella and Price to arrive. She was never one to punish John, but this time it felt right. He deserved to see up close how good Stella was at her job. Kate paced in the top-floor conference room, waiting for them. He came in first, looking well-rested but frustrated at the concept of being in an early but untitled meeting. Stella walked in a moment later, smiling while holding a tray holding two coffee cups. She set one down before Kate before heading over to the opposite end of the table and sitting down.

“Price,” she said, avoiding his gaze. “Good morning, Kate. Your pastry is in the office waiting for you,” Stella said with a smile. “Anyone else coming in?” She asked, trying to downplay her anxiety.

“No, it’s just us three,” Kate said with a small smile. Stella took a deep breath, preparing to fight for her job. “Stella, you’re not in trouble here,” she quickly added. Relief covered her face, slowly trickling down her tense shoulders as she sat back in her chair. Price tensed, leaning forward as he pressed his lips together. If this wasn’t a meeting where Stella was going to be fired, then it’s what Soap said last night.

“I’ll be honest, Price,” Soap said, setting his glass down. “Kate’s probably about to put her foot down.”

“And what?”

“Force you two to stop fightin’.”

“Like that’ll ever happen.”

“Then what is it, Kate?”

“You two are going to be working together,” Kate announced.

“Technically, we are already?” Stella said, confused. “I have my desk, and he has his place.”

“No,” Kate said. “I have two big projects that I need you two to handle. Together.” Price grunted his dissatisfaction while Stella’s jaw dropped.

“Kate I-”

“John, this is a proposal for the Pentagon,” Kate started firmly. “And we need this done well, Stella’s fantastic at research and putting things together. This needs to be done right the first time. I was not going to let you tackle this project on your own since you refuse to hire your own assistant.”

“But-”

“John, you’re going to need the help. Stella, you will get extra compensation for the additional work,” Kate said. Stella nodded, pressing her lips together. “He will also be assisting you in getting the company Christmas party going.”

“Okay,” Stella said, getting up. “Is that it? You said it’d be a short meeting.”

“Yes,” Kate said. “That’s it. You can go.” Stella took a deep breath before gathering her things.

“We’ll talk later,” she said, walking out of the office. Price watched her leave, annoyed at the prospect of having to deal with her closely for the next few months.

“Kate,” he growled.

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m exhausted that you won’t let this go. Stella has been nothing but a blessing to me and Olivia so, I need you to be a big boy and work with her. It’s only a few months, John. It won’t kill you.” He huffed, getting up from his chair, angry.

“All right, I’ll do it. Only because you asked,” he said, still somewhat upset.

“It wasn’t an ask, it was an order.”

“It helps soothe my ego,” Price mumbled, leaving the office. Kate let out a deep breath, leaning back on her chair.

“Hopefully our office survives you two,” Kate said with a heavy sigh. As much as she felt the creeping regret, she also knew it had to be done. The man was stubborn and tackling this project alone was going to put him over his head. Stella was a miracle worker, Kate was optimistic about what she could do for Price.

Chapter 4: Limits

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Price was still annoyed when he walked out of the conference room. He reached Stella’s desk to see her already busy. Her focus was solely on her monitor, her fingertips typing up a storm. Price lightly tapped the desk to get her attention. Stella looked up from her keyboard, her fingers still working away.

“What is it?” she asked, trying to add some honey to her voice and failing.

“I need your phone number,” Price sighed. Stella stopped typing, opening the drawer on the right side of her desk. Price watched her hand, delicately manicured with black nail polish, lightly rummage around it. She pulled out a small tin decorated with a cartoon he couldn’t recognize. Stella opened it, pulling out a small card before putting the container back in its place. Next came a pen from the storage bin in her desk, where she seemed to have more pens and highlighters than one would need for a lifetime, and scribbled something on the back of the card.

“Here,” she said, going back to what she was doing. Price grabbed the ID card and saw all the information he needed, turning it over to see in cute handwriting, ‘Not available most Thursday nights. Busy some Fridays, text in advance for availability.’

“What is all this?”

“My on-call availability, what else does it look like?” Stella replied, still typing. “I have a life outside of work, you know.”

“It never occurred to me you might have one considering how much time you spend here,” Price remarked. Stella stopped typing, her brown eyes glaring at him. Her usual cheeky smile faded into a scowl.

“That was low, don’t do that again,” she said. Price smirked, knowing where could strike in the future.

“Do you-?”

“I already have your number saved,” Stella said quickly. “Let me know when our first meeting is going to be.”

“Right,” Price said, slowly walking to his office. “About the holiday party-”

“You don’t have to help if you don’t want to. I got stuck with a lot of event planning in my last job. I can handle it.”

“Sounds like you hated it,” he remarked, turning around. “Could it be I finally found your weakness?”

“I did hate it, but I still want our employees to have a good Christmas,” Stella said, stopping again. “They deserve it. Also, I know how to throw a damn-good party.”

“I’ll check my schedule for the meeting.”

“Sent you an invitation to view my calendar, it should be in your inbox when you log in,” Stella said as the phone rang. “T141, top floor,” she said, her voice trailing off as Price walked into his office and closed the door behind him.

He sat down at his desk, pulled out his phone, and entered her contact information on his device. Price then logged into his computer to see that Stella had sent him the calendar access as expected. With a heavy sigh, he glanced at their calendars and found the perfect time for their meeting, and set everything up before sending her an email.

Her reply was a dry, one-word sentence.

Copy.

Price waited for Stella to arrive at the conference room Thursday morning. She wasn’t exactly late but he really wanted to get this out of the way so he could focus on the rest of the things he needed to do for the day. He sighed, checking the time every possible minute he could. He then heard rapid footsteps as the conference room door opened, revealing Stella. She was wearing grey slacks with a matching blazer, a bright yellow blouse peeking through as a pop of color.

“Price,” Stella said, pulling the chair furthest away from him and sitting down.

“Stella,” Price said with an annoyed groan. “I’m not happy about this.”

“Not like I had a choice in this either,” she snapped. “The last person I want to deal with in this office is you.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Price groaned. He watched her carefully pull out a tablet from her bag along with a white pen, ready to take notes. He watched her twirl the pen in her fingers, fidgeting. “Now that we’re being punished...”

“You’re the one being punished. I don’t mind the extra work,” Stella said with a shrug.

“So, you really don’t have a social life other than being here,” Price said with an eyebrow raised.

“I like keeping busy. What exactly is your problem, Price?”

“With you?” He started. “Everything.” Stella groaned.

“Look,” Stella started, getting up and starting to put her things away. “I know you get some sick enjoyment from being a smug bastard but I thought this was a meeting to talk about what you need to get done. Not to pick a fight.”

“I’m not picking a fight.”

“Yes, you are. And I’m not going to deal with your sh*t today,” Stella said, walking towards the exit.

“Go on then, be a coward,” he said as she opened the door. With a huff, she released the handle, turning around with fury in her eyes.

“I’m not a coward. I’m being the bigger person here since apparently, even at your height and build, you like to act like a child,” Stella said, shaking her head.

“You sound like you’re at your limit there,” Price teased her.

“Oh, you have no idea how much abuse I can take,” Stella said. Price stopped, watching how her expression looked different from usual. This wasn’t snark, this was anger. There was something else in her eyes too…he tried to decipher it, but it disappeared just as quickly as he saw it. “I’m walking away out of respect for Kate because she is at her limit with our sh*t. So unless you agree to a truce, I’m not meeting with you.” Price huffed, glaring at her. “That’s it. I’m out,” she said, opening the door and leaving the conference room.

Rose, can we meet for lunch? Without Em?

Sure.
Just so you know, Simon’s coming with.

I know. You don’t have to remind me every time.

I just want to make sure.

I appreciate it.
Look, I don’t want to deal with Em being condescending today.
I have had enough of that with Price right now.

No problem. Want the hotpot place?

OH f*ck YES HOTPOT.

Simon and I will go there ahead of you. See you then.

Thanks, Rose.

Of course, Stel, love you!

Love you, too.

Stella stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. She sighed as she slid down, sitting down on the tiled floor. Throwing her head back with a frustrated groan, she pocketed her phone and took a few deep breaths to ground herself. She normally never got this triggered when dealing with Price but today happened to be *that* day. Everything was getting to her. Especially after that phone call with her father last night. With a few more deep breaths, Stella slowly stood up and unlocked the bathroom door, and went back to her desk.

Her mask slipped back on as she bumped into Kate, who was just stepping out of her office. A forced smile that always seemed to look genuine to those who didn’t know.

“Stella!” Kate started with a small smile. “How’d the meeting go?”

“Productive,” Stella lied. “All good.”

“Wonderful. I sent you an email with tasks I need to be taken care of.”

“Consider it done, I’m taking lunch outside today.”

“Good, bring me back a smoothie?”

“Of course,” Stella said with a smile as she walked back to her desk. She sat down, her smile falling slightly before she opened Kate’s email and got to work. Goosebumps tickled the back of her neck, someone was staring at her. Stella looked up from her monitor and glanced to her left, seeing Price staring at her. She stuck out her tongue at him before getting back to work, needing the distraction until lunchtime.

Chapter 5: Lunch with a Ghost and a Rose

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Stella arrived at the restaurant and relaxed at the smell of food. She quickly spotted Rose’s dark red hair and Simon’s balaclava in the farthest corner of the restaurant. It was a habit they’d all learned to deal with when it came to going out with him. He always needed to be in a corner where he could get the best view of everyone in the room. While the rest of the team had managed to slowly come down from their fight-or-flight instincts, it felt like Simon still struggled to do that.

They all also joked that Rose was now his designated support sunshine since Soap was dating Emily and wasn’t as available. Not to his face though, nobody wanted him angry.

“Hey,” Stella breathed, sitting down. “Thanks for meeting me for lunch.”

“You’re welcome,” Rose said with a smile. Simon only nodded his head as a greeting.

“So, what happened? You sounded upset,” Rose asked, tilting her head to the side. Rose was always the empath of their feminine trio, picking up on things no matter how much Stella tried to hide them.

“Ugh, the meeting with Price this morning was a bust,” Stella started as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and set it aside, face down. The further away she kept it from her, the better.

“Did he start it? Or you?”

“At this point, it doesn’t matter. It’s mutual,” Stella started as she broke her chopsticks apart. “It’s exhausting,” she continued, flagging a waiter down and ordering a soda. “He called me a coward for walking away,” Stella said as she started to put some meat into the boiling broth. She felt defeated but also relieved she’d had the strength to remove herself from what could’ve been a fight that would’ve left her unemployed.

“You’re not a coward,” Rose said with a small smile.

“Thanks,” Stella replied with a soft smile of her own. “You and Em know that better than anyone.”

“Yeah, we do,” Rose replied as she watched Simon lift up his mask slightly to eat. “What are you going to do now?”

“Ignore him until he agrees on a truce.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yes,” Simon chimed in. “It is,” he said as he took a sip of water. “He’ll cave sooner or later. It’s that proposal, right?”

“Yeah,” Stella said with a small nod as she polished off another bite. The food was helping lift her mood and taking the edge off some of her stress.

“For what?”

“Can’t tell you, Rosie, classified,” Simon said, using his chopsticks to grab another piece of meat. “It’s not a one-person job, that I can assure you.”

“So you’re just going to wait it out?”

“Yeah,” Stella said as she kept eating. “I told him that unless he agrees to a cease-fire, I’m not meeting with him.”

“How was your phone call with your dad?” Rose asked, trying to change the subject. Stella froze, swallowing nervously. Simon glanced at each female in turn, taking a long gaze at the red-headed female. Rose pressed her lips together, realizing that she’d picked poorly. “Okay, we won’t talk about it.”

“Please.”

“So, tonight are you coming to Emmie’s to watch live?”

“No, I’m staying home, I want to get ahead of some things Kate asked me for,” Stella said. “I’ll live text though.”

“Okay, just let us know if that changes,” Rose said after eating some of the veggies.

“Will do. Simon, how much have you watched?”

“I’ve watched most of the first campaign,” Simon answered as he lowered his mask. He was done eating and watched the women carefully devour what they could.

“Who’s your favorite?”

“Percy.”

“Not shocked,” Stella said as the change in the subject helped lighten her mood. “You’d kill a Percival cosplay in full plague mask and stuff.”

“Stella!”

“What? It’s just a suggestion. Jesus,” Stella said. Simon shook his head while Stella laughed. “You could go with as Vex.”

“I’ll take care of the bill,” Simon said, getting up.

“Thanks, Simon.”

“You’re welcome, Stella,” he said, walking away. She leaned back into the chair, feeling full and slightly recharged.

“Think you can handle the rest of the day?”

“Yeah. And I’m so excited to see what the hell Chet is gonna do tonight.”

“Same.”

Stella arrived at the office with a real smile, with Kate’s smoothie carefully cradled in a fabric cup sling. She continued towards her boss’s office, smiling as she left the drink on the desk. Kate mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ before going back to her phone call. Stella turned around and left, closing the door behind her, noticing something on her desk. She stopped short, glancing at the boxed cupcake in concern. There was a small note card right before it. Her hand slowly reached out to grab it and turned the paper over to read what it said.

Truce.

A glance to Price’s office revealed his door open, watching her carefully. Stella nodded in his direction as she sat down at her desk. She grabbed the box, noting that it was sealed with the brand’s sticker, a sign it couldn’t be poisoned. Her phone pinged, a text lit up the screen. Delicately setting the cake aside, Stella reached out and grabbed her phone to see who’d messaged her. It was Price.

We’ll try again tomorrow.

Stella glanced at his office again, watching as he set his phone aside. Their eyes locked for a moment and she broke it first, setting aside her phone and checking her schedule. Stella sent out a calendar invite to him and set everything up. He didn’t reply to the email, but his acceptance was enough.

After a disastrous morning, Stella’s afternoon was much better. She was able to get through half of Kate’s list of tasks, setting up meetings for the next few weeks as well before it was finally time to go home.

“Stella,” Price said as he exited his office.

“Price,” she said, much softer than she normally would. “Thanks,” she said, tilting her head towards the cupcake.

“Stella!” called out Laswell’s voice

“Yes, Kate?”

“I’ll be a bit late tomorrow morning, I’ll get my own coffee,” Laswell said as she stepped out of her office. “If anything needs to be moved around, I’ll let you know.”

“Deal,” Stella said as she slowly packed up her things. Kate continued towards the elevator, Price following right behind her.

“Don’t stay too late.”

“I’m almost out. Just scheduling the last of the meetings.”

“Good! Enjoy your night.”

“Likewise, say hi to Olivia for me.”

“Will do,” Kate said with a smile as the elevator doors closed before her and Price. Stella glanced at the cupcake again after sending her last email, ready to eat it. She slowly packed up her things, holding onto the box carefully as she walked home, ready to watch her favorite Livestream cuddled up with her favorite blanket, comfort food dinner, with a bonus cupcake.

Tomorrow was a new day, and hopefully a better meeting with Price if he took the truce seriously.

Chapter 6: Take Two

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Friday morning and Stella was the first one in the office, she arrived at the conference room with two cups. Her normal hot chocolate and her own olive branch towards Price. She fidgeted as she pulled out her notebook and tablet, waiting for his inevitable arrival. Watching the Critical Role stream at her apartment the night before did wonders to help her decompress from the stress. She felt mostly well-rested and ready to tackle the day and get this meeting out of the way.

Shortly before nine, he came in, dressed impeccably, as usual, smelling like cedar wood and spices. Stella had always liked the scent, just not the person attached to it. He sat down across from her, a considerably closer distance from how they normally arranged themselves.

“What’s this?” He asked, pointing at the second cup.

“Tea, for you,” Stella said softly. Price smiled slightly as he took the cup and had a small sip.

“Thank you,” he said as he sat down.

“So, a truce?”

“Yes, I will make a conscious effort to not pick at and criticize you,” Price started.

“And I will make a conscious effort to not bite back when you get snippy,” Stella replied.

“I do not get-” Price started, getting cut off by Stella clearing her throat loudly. He stopped, realizing what he was about to do, and leaned back in his chair.

“That was unprovoked, I was just talking to you,” Stella said, folding her arms across her chest. Price sighed, realizing she was right. He then had a thought, wondering how many times he’d done that to her for no reason.

“You’re right, that was uncalled for,” Price said, calming down. With a deep breath, he prepared to talk again, observing her. She looked stunning as always, nothing looked out of place for the most part. Until he really focused on her and saw exhaustion hiding behind those brown eyes. “I will also work on my temper,” he added for good measure.

“Thank you,” she replied. “The cupcake was delicious by the way. My favorite flavor.”

“They told me it was,” Price said. The employees at the bakery knew Stella by name because of how often she stopped for Kate. They squealed when he mentioned what he was there for, quickly grabbing the freshest one and boxing it up with glee. “Glad you enjoyed it.” Stella smiled slightly as she shifted in her seat.

“All right, so what do you need me to do?”

“Kate didn’t tell you anything about what the proposal is about, correct?”

“No. She did not,” Stella said.

“All right, stop me if you have any questions. I’ll outline the basics and then pinpoint what I need your help with,” Price said, watching her carefully. He then started a long explanation of what the Pentagon had requested. Stella took notes on her tablet, writing down various bullet points of the things he’d listed. Training hours, sessions, numbers, weapons, manufacturers, and a lot that would’ve made anyone’s head spin. “With me so far?”

“Yeah,” Stella said, setting her tablet pen aside. “It’s complicated but doable.”

“There’s a lot you’re going to have to learn on your feet.”

“It’s fine. I have you, Soap, Ghost, and Gaz,” Stella said with a small smile. “And I have friends who’ve taught me a thing or two.”

“The intricate details are only to be shared with me because it’s classified.”

“Don’t worry, I get it. I signed an NDA.”

“Good, just checking,” Price said. “Do you have an idea of where you’d like to start?”

“Yeah, I do. How often do you want to check in with me?”

“Every two weeks to start. Does that work for you?”

“It does, just check my schedule. I think most meetings might have to be after hours for a while though.”

“Why’s that?” Price said as he opened up her schedule. There were dozens of blocks for the next month or so. “Bloody hell, how busy are you?”

“A bit,” Stella said with a chuckle. “Since we’re also doing a lot of private security, I have to meet with some of the people Kate can’t. Sure, we have the people who generally handle these but, there are the ones who would prefer to deal with Kate or someone next to her to address concerns immediately.”

“After hours two weeks from tomorrow night?”

“I have a meeting at Ale’s.”

“Who?”

“Some guy that insisted on someone higher up to listen to his private security needs. Some rich eccentric,” Stella said, pressing her lips together. This was one of the guys from her client ‘sh*t list’ who seemed to never take no as a valid answer. “It’s a follow-up to see if the latest contract I sent over works for him.”

“And he picked Alejandro’s?”

“Yep,” Stella said. “I don’t make the suggestions. I want them to sign the contracts so, I go where they say.”

“All right, we can have a brief meeting before that dinner. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, you know how close Ale's place is from here.”

“Perfect. About the Christmas party-”

“What about it?”

“I’m helping, of course.”

“Wait, I thought-”

“You never let me get a word in,” Price said with a smirk. “I don’t mind helping. I can look into things for you but you still get the final say. I wouldn’t exactly know where to start but I’ll provide support where you need it.”

“Oh,” Stella said, smiling nervously. “Okay. We’ll do that. I’ve already picked out a venue because I really did not want us to miss out on it. It’s a new hotel not that far from here. I’m also separating a few suites as an extra safety measure for those employees that are not from the city or get a little too drunk from the festivities.”

“That’s certainly a possibility.”

“Yeah, some people definitely can’t hold their liquor…others push beyond their limits because they don’t know anything else,” Stella said, pressing her lips together. She swallowed nervously, thinking about her father. Price caught the subtle change in her body language, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. Like she’d just shared something extremely personal by accident.

“Stella?” he asked, concerned. This was different from yesterday morning’s anger it was more like her mind had wandered off.

“Yeah, still here,” she breathed, as she noticeably came back. “Sorry. I was just thinking about Kate’s to-do list from yesterday.”

“Caught up?”

“Just about. Are we done? I’d like to get back to my desk and plan out my task list for this while finishing up the other things I need to do.”

“Yes, we’re done,” Price said, watching as she packed up her things. “Thank you again for the tea.”

“No problem,” Stella said, smiling slightly as she slowly made her way out of the conference room. She continued towards her desk, still worried about what she’d said during the meeting. It wasn’t an intentional slip. Severe alcoholism was a sore spot for her, particularly because of how much of it she’d seen over the years. Particularly from her father. The last thing she wanted was for anyone in the office, let alone Price, to know about it.

She was thankful he didn’t pry, especially after she disassociated. Now that she was back at her desk, it was time to get through the rest of her day, keeping busy so her mind wouldn’t wander too far.

It was easier to focus on work now that she didn’t feel Price scrutinizing every part of her day. She’d been able to clear up almost everything Kate needed to be done and got a head start on Monday’s work so she could start her proposal to-do list.

The end of the work day arrived soon enough, Kate leaving first. Price started his way out and saw Stella still at her desk. It took a lot of effort to keep his first instinct down, and he approached her carefully. Since they’d agreed on the truce, it was time to try something else.

“Stella,” he greeted, catching her attention. She looked up, smiling slightly.

“Hey,” she said softly. “What’s up?”

“Go home,” Price said. She blinked in surprise, confused.

“What?” she asked in disbelief. This was not what she’d expected him to say.

“It’s almost eight. Go home. Whatever it is can wait until Monday.”

“I wanted to get ahead of-” Stella started, her phone ringing loudly in some lively tune. They both glanced at the screen that was showing a photo of Emily on the caller ID. “Uh…”

“Don’t mind me, I’m on my way out. You can answer it.”

“You-,” she huffed, getting annoyed.

“Truce,” he reminded her with a smirk. She growled in annoyance before snatching up the phone and answering it.

“Hey,” she greeted, trying to sound less frustrated. “Oh yeah, the new dungeon. I’m still at the office, I’m about to go,” she added, narrowing her gaze at Price. “I’ll be on in an hour and a half. I’ll ping you once I’m in the game. Bye,” Stella said, hanging up.

“See you Monday,” Price said, walking away.

“See you,” Stella said as she packed up her things. She watched him disappear into the elevator, focused on his phone. Her own device rang again, a text message from Emily.

Johnny ordered food for you to pick up at Ale’s.
Figured you hadn’t had dinner yet.
It’s paid for and should be ready by the time you get there.
See you online!

Thanks, Em. I appreciate that.

You’re welcome

It was a quick walk to Alejandro’s, Stella clutching her things tightly as she stepped in through the door. She noticed Price at the bar, sans his usual jacket, accompanied by Soap, Gaz, and Simon. With a meek wave, Alejandro spotted her. He waved back and held up a bag. She signaled Rodolfo and beckoned him to come over to her and Alejandro understood what she wanted immediately. She avoided looking at the familiar men at the bar and focused elsewhere until Rodolfo came with her dinner.

“Hey,” she said with a small smile.

“¿Cómo estas?”

“Cansada, no es culpa tuya,” Stella replied. “Gracias, lo que quiero es llegar a casa rápido.”

“¡Que llegues bien!” Rodolfo said as she took the bag from him.

“Igual,” Stella said as she walked out the door and started home. With a small smile on her face, she started for home ready for a night to unwind with her friends in one of her favorite games. The annoyance at Price completely faded by the time she walked through the front door of her apartment. Time to kick some alien ass after dinner, Stella thought with a smile.

(POV Switch)

Price sat down at the bar after removing his jacket and signaled Alejandro for his usual. Soap, Gaz, and Simon looked to be well into their first drink. He felt smug that he’d caught Stella trying to snap back at him but stopped it with the now magical word ‘truce.’ Price was certain he was going to have a lot of fun with that over the next few months. Something to keep Stella on her toes.

“How was today?” Soap asked.

“Good,” Price remarked, trying to be vague.

“No quips from either o’ ya?”

“Almost,” Price said with a smirk. “She caught me this morning first, but I got the last word in when I told her to go home. Annoyed her quite a bit.”

“She was still at the office?”

“Yeah, Emily had called her about a dungeon just as I was leaving,” Price said, not exactly curious about what that meant.

“Oh good. Em and Rose really wanted to get a jump on that,” Soap said, glancing back at his drink. Price looked at Alejandro who was waving at someone. He glanced over his shoulder to see Stella at the door, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Just was he was about to talk to Soap about seeing her, Rodolfo came up and gave her a bag before she quickly ducked out the front door. Price then turned back to Alejandro, who was busy taking care of some other patrons.

“Stella just grabbed her dinner,” Rodolfo said to Soap.

“Thanks, Rudy,” Soap said with a small smile.

“Of course. I always try to save one slice of lasagna for her just in case she calls,” he remarked.

“What?” Price asked, confused. That was his contribution to Alejandro’s menu. That’s what she orders when she calls? Wait, why do I care?

“She orders that at least once a week,” Rodolfo answered Price. He held back his next statement noticing the expression on the captain’s face. Price didn’t say anything else as he focused back on his drink, processing the current piece of information. His mind couldn’t seem to let it go. Much like how it kept flashing back to this morning when she’d completely disappeared for a moment during their meeting. After everything he’d seen, personally and in combat, Price knew the signs of trauma.

He didn’t know what was bugging him more…wondering about Stella’s trauma or the fact that she always ordered his menu item at Alejandro’s? And why was the answer both?

Chapter 7: First Blush

Chapter Text

The weekend flew by quickly, and the beginning of the week was peaceful at the office. Kate was relieved that neither Price nor Stella were at each other’s throats and regretted not having taken action sooner.

It was a cloudy Wednesday morning when Stella heard Price grumbling in his office. Stella pulled off one of her headphones and watched him struggle with something on his computer. She sighed, getting up from her chair and carefully approaching the door. With a light knock, Price looked up from his desk, looking exasperated.

“What is it?” he asked, mildly irritated.

“Sorry to bother you, but it looks like you’re having computer trouble.”

“What was your first clue?” he said, annoyed.

“I’m going to ignore that attitude, remind you our truce,” Stella said, walking in. “And I’m going to take a look.”

“I can just call the IT department,” Price countered.

“Yeah, but I’m right across from you,” Stella said, shaking her head and walking around to look at the problem. “Let me see,” she continued as she stood next to him. Something pleasant invaded his senses and he liked it. Floral, vanilla, and delicately sweet. It took him a moment to realize where it was coming from and cursed inwardly…it was her. “Move please,” she requested. Price scooted back on his chair with a sigh. “What’s the problem you’re having?”

“Slow, and some things aren’t opnenin’,” Price answered.

“Okay, just give me a few minutes,” Stella said, pressing her lips together and getting to work. He watched her work silently, typing things and clicking around. “Oh, well that’s not right,” she mumbled as she kept going. “Have you saved your work?”

“Yes.”

“How long ago?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“All right, I’m going to save everything and then restart,” Stella said with a few more clicks.

“You sure know plenty about computers,” Price remarked as he watched his machine boot up again.

“I ought to, seeing as I built my gaming rig,” Stella said with a giggle before stepping aside. “Password, please,” she requested. Price nodded, entering the requested information and hitting the enter key. He backed away once more and let Stella check everything.

“You built yours?” he asked after a small silence. That was an unexpected piece of information. He asked to fill the silence while she troubleshooted his problem.

“Yeah, I wanted something specific so I did it myself. Saved money on labor,” she answered, stepping away from his computer one final time. “That should do it,” she said as she took a few more steps back. “Let me know if it still gives you trouble and then I’ll call IT.”

“Thank you,” Price said, shifting over to his computer and testing it out. Everything ran dramatically smoother now than the last few hours, possibly even the last day or two. “I appreciate the help,” he said, glancing at her.

“You’re welcome,” Stella beamed at him as she started to leave his office. He watched her sit back down at her desk, taking note that she had gotten visibly more relaxed over the last few days. Whatever had bothered her last week seemed to have faded off for the time being. Since she’d gotten back to work, he did the same.

A few hours later, something started acting up again but this time it wasn’t Price’s computer. Stella’s contact lenses had dried out more than normal. She’d been pushing through it with eye drops and by the time lunch rolled around, they hadn’t been any better. With a groan, she got up and headed to the bathroom, taking them off and pulling out her glasses from their case. They were a lively neon frame, classic shape but a color that was meant to stand out. Once they were on, the dry lenses were discarded in the nearby trashcan and she returned to her desk where the phone was ringing off the hook.

“T141, top floor, Stella.”

“Stella, it’s Andrew from security. Your lunch order was just dropped off downstairs,” answered the voice on the other line.

“Oh, Kate and I were waiting for that. Can you have someone bring it up?”

“Sure, just wanted to make sure you were there to get it,” Andrew replied.

“Thanks,” Stella said as she hung up. Instead of sitting down at her desk, she waited for the food delivery. A quick glance into Price’s office showed he was out for lunch again. The elevator doors opened and one of the newer security guards walked up. He was an older gentleman, with a heart of gold, and always eager to help out. “Thank you!” Stella said with a smile as she took the food from him.

“You’re welcome. Hope you have a good day ma’am.”

“You too,” Stella said with a smile as he walked away. He left the same way he’d arrived while Stella unpacked the food. She grabbed Kate’s order and headed to her office, lightly knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Kate remarked. Stella opened the door and walked in, holding up lunch. “Oh, I’m starved. Thank you!”

“It’s still hot,” Stella said, gently placing everything in front of Kate.

“Did you get something for yourself?”

“Yes, I did. I’m about to eat myself, do you need anything else?”

“Not at the moment,” Kate said with a smile. “Thank you, Stella.”

“You’re welcome,” Stella said as she walked back to her desk and started to eat. She was able to eat in peace until Price arrived, who looked satisfied as well. “Hey, hope you had a good lunch.”

“I did,” Price said, stopping for a moment and noticing that something was different. “You wear glasses?”

“Contacts usually but they dried out and nothing was working, so I need these to see for the rest of the day,” Stella said with a shrug as she threw out the trash on her desk from eating. “What, are you going to make fun of me? Say it makes me look weird?” she said, fidgeting with her necklace. “Don’t forget we’re on a truce.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Stella,” he said, trying to not sound slightly annoyed at her assumptions. They were all accurate assessments considering his behavior over the last few months. He watched her release the necklace and lean onto the desk, waiting for his next words.

“Well?” she asked. “Got something to say?”

“Yes. They suit you,” he said, with a slight smile. Without another word, Price continued towards his office.

“What?” Stella whispered in disbelief, feeling color rush to her cheeks slowly. I’m BLUSHING?! What in the actual f*ck is this? God, I’m pathetic, Stella thought, flustered. She was also thankful for the foundation she was wearing, it covered her freckles along with the natural blush. A man with an accent tells me my glasses look nice and I turn into a mess. She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Focus, you have too much work today,” Stella mumbled as a reminder.

The words kept pushing at her mind hours later, refusing to leave her alone. Stella sighed, grabbing her phone and knowing the right person to text about this. Not both of her friends, just one of them.

Rose, this has to stay between you and me.
Em and her romance novels are going to look too deep into this and I don’t need it.

What happened?!

Price uh, said my glasses suited me.

*insert what did he saaaaaaay? meme*

Oh God.

Okay, memes aside.
What were you expecting?

Him calling me a nerd in a mean way.
Making fun of me for it?
ANYTHING BUT THAT.

For the record, you are a nerd.
And your glasses ARE nice.

Thanks.

But I get why you didn’t want to tell Em too.
She’d totally look into it.

It’s just one f*cking compliment.
It’s not a big deal.
It stunned me, though

I don’t blame you.
You guys are on a truce.
He probably picked the most harmless thing he could say.

Harmless!?
HARMLESS?! ROSIE PLS
He could’ve kept his mouth shut.

Stel, you suck at taking compliments.

…
Yeah. I do.

🤣🤣🤣🤣
I’ll see you tonight for Gaz’s one shot?

Yeah, I’m coming.

YAY!

Price was only partially able to focus on work. He felt self-conscious about complimenting her. It was the first thing that came to mind. He wasn’t about to make fun of her for wearing glasses, that would’ve been uncalled for. However, it was funny to watch her be flustered for a few moments. It was completely different from their usual frustration.

Clock-out time finally arrived and he was quick to gather his things. He watched Kate leave, waving goodbye to Stella on her way to the elevator. Every night since last Friday, she’d leave shortly after Kate. Tonight, it didn’t look that way.

“Stella,” Price said, causing her to look up from her computer. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” she said carefully.

“Going home soon?”

“No, I’m going to Em’s in,” Stella said, checking her watch. “An hour or so.”

“All right then. Don’t stay too late,” Price said, deciding it was best not to say anything else. He looked over his shoulder to see her frozen at her desk, thinking about something. A moment later, he smiled as he watched her pack her things. He continued his way out, deciding to leave it be. He’d already messed with her enough for today.

Chapter 8: A Very Minor Accident

Chapter Text

Another weekend flew by and the day for Price and Stella’s first check-in meeting was slowly approaching. Stella was at her desk, getting ready to order lunch for Kate and herself when the blonde came out of her office.

“Stella,” she started, catching her assistant’s attention. “I have to leave early for the day. Olivia has a family emergency and I want to be there for her.”

“All right,” Stella said. “What about-?”

“I’ll handle lunch. I’m going to surprise Olivia with food from her favorite place to help lift her mood.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Go!” she urged. Kate nodded, heading out. After she watched Kate leave through the elevator, Stella got up from her desk and grabbed a menu from a new place she wanted to try and slowly walked towards Price’s office, knocking on his door.

“Stella?” Price asked, looking up from his computer. “What is it?”

“Kate left, Olivia’s got an emergency. I was about to order lunch. Want something?” she offered, holding up the piece of paper. “It’s a new place a few blocks away.”

“Sure, I’ll look,” Price said, holding his hand out. Stella walked over and handed the menu to him before walking away. “I’ll text you if I want anything. Thank you,” Price said as he focused on the piece of paper at hand.

“Okay,” Stella said as she continued towards her desk. She sat down and kept working, waiting for his response. She finally got a text a few minutes later with what he wanted.

Ordering now.
I’ll let you know when it gets here.

Thank you.

About fourty-five minutes later, lunch was delivered to security and brought up for them. Stella started unpacking the bags when she felt heavy footsteps beside her. She turned in the direction of the steps to see Price standing next to her.

“Hey, was just about to text you.”

“I could smell it from my office,” Price said, watching her carefully as she got everything out.

“Here,” she said, handing his food over. He reached over and took it, opening the lid. “Oh wow, that smells great.”

“It does,” Price remarked as he continued to observe her. Stella then grabbed a soda can from the paper bag and held it out towards him.

“Your drink.”

“Thank you,” Price said, reaching out and taking it from her. His calloused fingers lightly grazed hers, startling them both at the sparks felt upon contact. The can fell to the ground with a loud thud and popped open.

“sh*t,” Stella cursed. “I’m so sorry,” she said quickly. Price took a step back and watched her bend down to grab it, repeating the same apology over and over. It sounded like she was in a flustered panic.

“Stella, it’s fine,” Price said, grabbing the can from her but from the opposite side of where she was holding and throwing it out. “One apology was enough,” he said.

“Right, right,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Um, take mine.”

“It’s all right. I don’t normally drink these anyway. I’ll put it away to let it settle and get myself a tea,” Price said, concerned. That reaction seemed a little too much for just an accident. He didn’t like it.

“Okay, that works too,” Stella said, fidgeting nervously. “Again, I’m sorry.”

“Stella, again. Once was enough. Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, avoiding eye contact. “I’m fine,” she lied. Price sighed, shaking his head.

She’s a terrible liar. But it’s not my business, Price thought, watching as she grabbed her meal and ducked out to the conference rooms without another word. He continued towards his office, deciding to have his lunch there instead.

Stella groaned as she ate, feeling the embarrassment weighing heavily on her. Dropping the soda over sparks? It could’ve just been static electricity from the cold office. She could’ve played it out that way, but instead made a big deal about it. Thankfully the can didn’t explode on impact or it would’ve been far worse. .

“God, I’m such a dumbass,” she mumbled with a sigh. The conference room door opened and Stella turned towards it, seeing Price coming in with his lunch and a mug. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“It’s too quiet out there,” Price lied. Years of missions and deceptions made it easier for him to lie. The reality was that he was worried about her eating alone because of her flustered state of panic.

“Oh,” Stella said softly. “Then sure,” she said, focusing back on her meal. She was still on edge but the company was appreciated…it was grounding her from letting her mind go too far. “How is it?”

“It’s good. Yours?”

“Solid,” Stella said with a small smile. “I could eat from here again.”

“Likewise. How much do I owe you for lunch?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

“Stella,” he tested.

“You pay next time.”

“Fair,” Price said, watching her carefully. She looked a little calmer now than she did a moment ago. “Feeling better?”

“I was fine,” she persisted.

“Stella, you’re a terrible liar,” Price remarked. She whined, making him laugh. “Try again.”

“I am better, thanks,” she said finally after a long pause.

“I know we’re not any level of friends, but that was an extreme reaction to a minor spill,” Price said, refusing to acknowledge the other part of it. He’d never felt that before. He didn’t know if it was static electricity from the office or worse, sparks from the physical contact.

“It was,” Stella said, her eyes focused elsewhere because she couldn’t stand looking at him. “Again, I-”

“Stella, don’t apologize,” Price said, glancing at her. “It only landed on the carpet, it didn’t hit me, accidents happen.”

“Right,” she said, feeling more at ease now. “Thank you for having lunch with me.”

“You’re welcome. Do you need to go home early?”

“No,” Stella said, listening to him get up from his chair. “I got it,” she added, finally turning to look at him. Their eyes met and he could see more of her than before. From the fire in her eyes, he believed it. She was going to be fine for the rest of the day.

“All right.”

“Price?”

“Yes?”

“Why did you really come here?”

“I may be a smug bastard,” he started, using her words back at her. “But I’m not going to ignore it if you’re in distress,” he finished, picking up his trash from their lunch.

“You have before,” she said flatly. “What makes today different?”

“The truce,” Price said, throwing the garbage away. “It’s made me more aware of…how I’ve handled things.”

“Likewise,” Stella said, starting to clean up her mess.

“Remember,” Price started, watching her pick up everything. “One apology next time, not a hundred.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Stella said with a sheepish smile.

“Good. Get back to work,” he said as he left. Stella pulled out some disinfectant wipes from the nearby cabinet and cleaned up the table, still in disbelief about what had just transpired.

They both quietly worked after lunch, neither acknowledging or talking about what happened. Price got through most of his meetings without glancing up at Stella to check in on her. She said she could handle the rest of the day and he trusted her to be able to do that. It was the bare minimum but it was a start.

“Hey,” Stella’s voice cut in, interrupting his thoughts.

“What is it?” Price asked, reading her body language. She seemed fine, albeit a little nervous.

“Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out,” she added. Price glanced at his watch and noted the time.

“Leaving on time for once?” he teased her.

“Yeah. Can’t always be a workaholic,” she said with a smirk. “I did mean it when I said I had a life outside of work.”

“It’s not Thursday, so you’re going…”

“Home. Going to install my new video card,” Stella said with glee. Price chuckled, shaking his head.

“What a nerd.”

“Hey! That’s mean.”

“Not if it’s the truth,” Price said with a smirk. Stella huffed, pouting at him as she stormed into his office. “Truce.”

“Ugh!” she groaned, exasperated. He laughed harder, amused at her annoyance. “Good night, jerk,” she said as she turned on her heel and walked out of the office.

“Get home safe!” Price called out after her. He heard her scream in annoyance as she disappeared with her things towards the elevator. Price settled into his chair, smiling as he worked on the last few emails he needed. “Worth it.”

Chapter 9: First Check-In and Lunch Conversation

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The next day, Price arrived to see Stella at her desk hard at work with two paper cups. She looked calm, focused, and entirely preoccupied with what she was doing. He cleared his throat when he approached her desk, causing her to look up.

“Morning, jerkface,” Stella said with a smirk.

“Mornin’, nerd,” he teased back.

“Brought you tea,” she said, pointing to the spare cup. “Kate’s not coming today or tomorrow.”

“She mentioned it. Olivia’s mum is doing better.”

“Thank goodness,” Stella said with a small smile.

“Indeed,” Price said in agreement. “How’s everything coming along for the proposal?”

“Uh, well I did get started but I have some questions about weapons and stuff.”

“Do you have time now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then follow me into my office and ask away.”

“Sure,” Stella said, getting her tablet and following him. They walked into his office together and she sat down on one of the chairs across from where he sat. “Tell me when to start,” she said, somewhat nervous.

“Just one moment,” Price said, starting up his computer and having to take a phone call. Stella waited patiently until he was done. “All right, what have you got?”

“This it so far,” Stella said, turning her tablet around and showing him everything she’d been able to work on up until then.

“That’s more than I expected you to have done, I’ll be honest.”

“Really? I thought I was behind,” Stella said, surprised.

“Not at all. We have a few months to work on this, Stella. You’ve made great progress.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling.

“I see the blanks you’re talking about right here,” Price remarked, as he pointed something out in her notes. “I’ll have to look into some of those details with my contacts but I’ll get back to you with accurate numbers.”

“Perfect,” Stella said with a small smile. “So, do you still want to check in tomorrow?”

“No, we’ve got enough with this today,” Price said. “Let me schedule us two weeks from now and cancel tomorrow’s meeting,” Price continued, checking his calendar and Stella’s. “You have a lunch meeting that day but are free after. That work?”

“Yeah,” Stella said, checking her calendar and scowling. sh*t. That’s Graves’s lunch, Stella thought.

“What is it?”

“Nothing important.”

“At least you’re not lying this time,” Price remarked.

“Ugh, am I that bad of a liar?”

“Yes.”

“Then Kate totally knows our first meeting was a bust.”

“She told me you covered for me,” Price said as Stella got her tablet back.

“I-I didn’t do it for you.”

“Yes, you did. That’s why I got you the cupcake and called a truce. You could’ve completely f*cked me over and told Kate we fought but you didn’t,” Price said, watching as she got up from the the chair. Stella clutched her tablet, waiting for his next words. “Thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome,” Stella said softly. “You’re still a jerk though,” she said with a giggle.

“As long as I’m not a smug bastard anymore,” he said with a smirk. Stella laughed again, a bubbly, vibrant sound that calmed his nerves.

“Yeah, I can remove that from the list.”

“Oh, so there’s a list?”

“There’s always been a list,” Stella teased. “You’re still on it though. Just no longer under that name.”

“Fair enough,” Price said as his phone rang. “Back to work.”

“Want me to text you about lunch?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Will do,” Stella said as Price answered the phone. She turned around and left the office, feeling calmer now that their first check-in was over with.

Stella ordered them lunch from a Korean BBQ place and they settled into her desk to eat together after Price got a cup of tea to go with it.

“So, it’s Thursday…going to Emily’s?”

“Not tonight. It’s the last one of the month, so they take a break from the main campaign. It’s a special episode night, I can catch up with that while I work on Monday,” Stella answered. “I was there Tuesday.”

“I heard something about Gaz being a DM?”

“Oh yeah, he loves to tell stories,” Stella said with a smile as she grabbed another bite of her lunch with her chopsticks. “He’s incredible. You should see him in action,” Stella said after swallowing.

“I can imagine,” Price remarked as he took a sip of his tea.

“He’s going to be hosting a special game night next Wednesday at the store. Rose, Simon, and I are playing along with two of Em’s most regular customers, another one-shot.”

“Don’t you have a regular game?”

“We do, but Gaz wanted to take a break so he could prepare for the next arc of the story.”

“What’s the one-shot about?”

“We’re solving a murder mystery,” Stella said with a smile. “I’m super excited. I’ve already got my character name, and backstory, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for us.”

“I’m sure it’ll be an adventure.”

“It normally is,” Stella said, with a smile. “Alejandro’s tonight?”

“No, tomorrow. Soap’s helping Emily with inventory.”

“Oh, right! Em told me that was tonight,” Stella said. “What do you do for fun?” she asked after a while.

“Read, watch movies and when it’s in season, watch football,” Price said.

“What’s your favorite NFL team?” Stella said with a smirk. “Season’s just started.”

“Stella, that’s not football.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, what’s your favorite soccer team?”

“I swear, you do that again…” he threatened. A full laugh escaped her lips, just as vibrant as the one from the other day. Price smiled, enjoying the sound a little more this time. “For the record, Liverpool and on weekends I like to go on hikes,” he continued, finishing up his lunch.

“That sounds nice. Being surrounded by nature,” Stella remarked.

“So, you have a life beyond the office, but is it always indoors?” Price asked, genuinely curious.

“Mostly,” Stella said. “I tend to keep to myself when I’m not with friends,” Stella said, finishing up her meal. “Going outside is okay but I’ve always been more of a homebody. I do like going on occasional adventures…but one of the things I like to do, not many like to join.”

“How so?”

“I like roller-coasters.”

“Oh,” Price said in understanding. “You like theme parks?”

“Yeah. Thrill rides are fun for me,” Stella said with a smile. “What kind of movies do you like to watch? Classics?”

“Yes, for the most part. Romantic comedies for you?”

“Oh God, no. That’s Emily. If I watch a rom-com it has to have as little romance as possible. I tend to watch stuff that makes me laugh, not swoon,” Stella admitted as she started to clear up her desk. “Things that make me laugh are important to me,” she said in a more serious tone. He noticed the change and kept debating on whether to pry or not. “Thanks for buying lunch,” Stella spoke finally, changing the subject matter.

“Of course,” Price said, smiling at her.

“If you need anything from me while I’m looking over stuff this afternoon, let me know.”

“I do, actually,” Price started. “Give me a moment to fetch something, and I’ll explain.”

“Sure,” Stella said as she sat down at her desk and started looking over the contract for tomorrow night. She heard Price return and she stopped, glancing up at him. He carefully placed some files on the desk before her. “Woah, that’s a stack,” she said, glancing at the near-foot and a half-tall pile of papers and folders.

“These are some background checks we need run for trainers to help out Simon, Gaz, and Soap,” Price explained. “I have a lot of other things on my plate. Would you mind?”

“No, not at all. So, I’m assuming you have the contact I need to request these?”

“Yes, I’ll be sending you an email with who to reach out to. Once you get the results, I’ll teach you how to go through them so you can send me the best candidates.”

“Why do you handle this and not HR?”

“Because Simon’s very particular of who he works with, I’d rather cut out the middle man if possible. I’m asking you for help because you’ve proven to be very good at what you do,” he said. Stella smiled at the compliment, appreciating the recognition.

“Sure, I can do this. Send me the information and I’ll get to it right away.”

“Thank you,” Price said with a smile.

“You’re welcome. If you want to give me anything else off your to-do list, just ask.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Price said, walking back towards his office. He stepped into his office and closed the door, thinking about how the day was going far better than expected. Stella had certainly proved herself and that was information he hadn’t expected. That reliability was refreshing.

He sat down at his desk and got back to work, still thinking about how her whole body lit up when she talked about playing with their friends. Emily’s store anniversary was coming up, Price decided it was time to stop by, see the place, and also Stella in her natural environment.

Chapter 10: The Client sh*t List

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Stella arrived that Friday night at Alejandro’s stressed. She’d gotten through the week with everything she needed to get done but the dinner meeting had her on edge. With her nerves feeling like she was going to jump out of her skin. This rich guy was always a pest and never took no for an answer. He was one of the few reasons she’d stopped wearing dresses to meetings and work. They were now specifically for cosplay.

“Stella!” Alejandro greeted her as she approached the bar. Price, Soap, and Gaz were also there. Simon hadn’t arrived yet. She greeted them all with a small wave.

“Ale,” Stella said with a smile. “Can Rudy handle my table?”

“Yes, por supuesto. Meeting tonight?”

“Yep.”

“Stella,” Price said from beside her.

“Hey,” she said with a nervous smile.

“Oh,” Alejandro said, bending down and opening a cabinet. “Consegui esto para ti,” he continued, pulling out a bottle and showing it to her.

“Vanilla vodka,” she said with a smile as she took the bottle and studied it. “Oh, my God. I’m definitely going to need a shot later.”

“Let me know,” Alejandro said with a smile.

“A shot, really?” Price asked with a small ‘tsk’ of disappointment.

“Yeah, I don’t drink much. My family’s tastes aren’t exactly refined. Except for that one aunt and uncle who really know their wine,” Stella admitted.

“At least,” Price teased. Stella laughed, feeling her nerves ease a little.

“Most adults in my family are beer drinkers. My cousins are the ones being more particular and experimental with their palettes,” Stella said, checking the time.

“Do you have any family nearby?”

“Nope. They’re either on the island, west coast or in the case of baby sister in Japan for her masters,” she answered with a proud smile.

“So, it’s just you out here?”

“Yeah,” Stella said, pulling out her phone upon getting a text. “It’s go time,” she said. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said, turning around and sitting down at the farthest table. Price watched her as she waited, looking anxious. A few minutes later, a man approached and greeted her, urging her to get up from the table. Stella had a smile on her face but it was clear from her body language she was uncomfortable as she got up from the chair and hugged him.

“Stella does not like that guy,” Soap remarked from beside Price.

“You can tell too?”

“Yeah,” Soap said. “Alejandro, I’m takin’ the table next to them when it’s clear.”

“Of course,” Alejandro said. “I’ll send you a refill that way.”

“Gracias, hermano,” Soap said. Price watched the table he was talking about, seeing a couple just getting ready to leave. Rodolfo came to Stella’s table and took care of her order. Rodolfo was quick to make his exit, acting like he didn’t know her. Price kept an eye on them, watching as they got through the small talk pleasantries. Stella looked tense with every word she spoke, her anxiety evidenced by her bouncing leg. When the couple finally left, Soap made a beeline for the table. Price cursed under his breath and followed after him, watching Stella’s table carefully.

“So,” they heard her say as they quietly sat down at the table. “I have your revised contract right here,” Stella continued. Price watched her from his peripheral, as she pulled out a contract from a folder and slid it on the table. “I looked it over multiple times today and everything is as you asked for within our means and your budget.”

“Thank you, Stella. You’re so wonderful,” the man said. “You looked over this personally, correct?”

“Yes. More than once.”

“Good,” the male said. “I was wondering,” he continued as Soap and Price heard the man flip through the pages. “What are your plans after this?”

“I’m going home,” Stella answered flatly.

“Alone?”

“Yes, Chad, alone.”

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with more of my company?” he asked, reaching over and grabbing her hand.

“No, you can’t.”

“Oh, come on Stella, don’t be difficult,” he said. “We work so well together,” he persisted. Price held back his groan but Soap didn’t. Chad completely ignored it while Price noticed Stella relaxed slightly.

“Look,” Stella started. “I’ve already told you more than once, I. Am. Not. Interested.”

“Are you sure? I’m a nice guy,” Chad said, trying to sound sweet. “I have money,” he continued. Soap caught how Chad kept caressing Stella’s hand with his fingers. She looked tense, a scowl present on her lips. She groaned, forcefully taking her hand back.

“Look, if you can’t afford it, just say so.”

“What?” Chad asked. “Of course I have money.”

“If you did, you would’ve signed the contract right now,” Stella replied, biting her lip to hide her smirk. “Not keep trying to ask me out when it’s a dead end and has been since I started dealing with you. T141 prides itself in its work and you’re totally ruining it by asking for discounts, and revisions. You’re the reason we’re adding charges to contract reviews after the second,” Stella continued.

“I just want to make sure every single one of my needs is met.”

“And they were. Multiple times. I’ve had to adjust your prices over 6 different meetings,” Stella said, getting annoyed. Soap and Price grinned at each other, feeling more at ease about the present situation. Rodolfo came by and placed drinks on their table before going back to the bar.

“Stella, come on, I’m sure we can arrange something.”

“Like what?”

“I’ll sign if you let me take you out to dinner.”

“Oh my god,” she said with a sigh. “I didn’t want to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Embarrass you.”

“I have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Sure you do. You’re stalling and have been for five months. Your finances came back pretty bad but Kate still wanted to help you out,” Stella said. Chad started to stammer, in disbelief at what he was hearing. “This is void and you can go now. I’ll pay for my dinner and you figure yours out. Maybe Alejandro will let you wash some dishes in the back because I’m not covering for you. Again,” Stella said as the sound of paper being torn apart filled the corner.

“Stella, I’m reporting you to Kate.”

“Go ahead. I have her approval. Have a nice night.”

“This isn’t over.”

“Yes, it is. Find someone else for your private security, you’re blacklisted from T141,” they heard Stella say. Price turned to look at the table to see Chad get up angrily and empty his glass of water at her. Soap immediately stood and Stella held out her hand as a sign to stop him. “You’re in luck that I’m in a good mood today and I’m not going to press charges for assault. Rudy?”

“Excuse me Chad, but I need you to leave,” Rodolfo said.

“f*ck you,” he said to Stella.

“I’ve heard worse in multiplayer lobbies, bye!” she said, waving at Chad as security came to escort him out. Once the man was out of the door, Stella’s mask fell apart. She let out a huge sigh of relief, her hands shaking slightly due to the nerves.

“You all right, Stel?” Soap asked, moving to her table.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said with a groan and wringing out her hair. “Rudy, a shot please.”

“Coming right up.”

“Gracias.”

“Stella, what the f*ck was that?” Price asked, getting angry. He watched Stella grab some napkins and lightly patted her face dry, trying hard to not remove her makeup. That was the last piece of her current armor she desperately wanted to hold onto right now.

“A guy who is no longer our problem,” she said, taking a few more deep breaths.

“You met with this guy more than once?! Alone?!” Soap asked.

“Yeah,” Stella said as Rodolfo came back with the drink. “Gracias,” Stella said as she knocked the shot back in one gulp. “Oh, that was good.”

“Your dinner should be out in a second,” Rodolfo said. “May I?” he asked, reaching for her shoulder. Stella nodded in response and the male reached out to squeeze it gently. “It’s on us tonight.”

“Rudy, no.”

“Si. No pelees.”

“Fine,” Stella groaned as Price sat down at the table with her and Soap.

“You said you had Kate’s approval,” Price started.

“I did.”

“How long has she known about Chad being like this?”

“I told her after the last meeting. She tore into me for not telling her sooner,” Stella said, biting her lower lip.

“As she should’ve. That’s dangerous,” Price said, slightly concerned about the amount of anger he was feeling. He wasn’t angry at her exactly, he was angrier that she seemingly hadn’t reached out to anyone for help.

“Look, I’ve dealt with a lot of sh*t. I didn’t say anything sooner because I didn’t want her to think I couldn’t handle it.”

“Stella,” Price started, stopping himself for a moment and letting out an angry grunt.

“We’re still on a truce.”

“I know,” he growled.

“Stel,” Soap started. “Do ya have any more clients like this?”

“Yeah, I have a sh*tty client list.”

“Please tell me he was number one,” Soap asked.

“I wish I could. But Price knows when I lie,” Stella admitted.

“We all know when you lie,” Soap said. Stella groaned in frustration, throwing her head back.

“And you all say nothing?!” she whined.

“Emily’s the one who gets the most upset when you do.”

“Because she’s a busybody and she knows it. She needs to learn when to butt out. That’s why I lie. If I need help I’ll ask for it.”

“Ya never do,” Soap chastised her.

“Soap, not the time,” Price interrupted. “You still have more contracts, no?”

“Yeah, I do. Most of them are great. Kate knows about the ones who aren’t because after she tore into me about Chad, I told her about the rest. She goes with me to most of those.”

“Do you have anyone else that you’re meeting alone?”

“Yeah, the number one on the list. I can’t remember his name right now,” Stella said, sighing as Rodolfo brought out her dinner.

“When?” Price asked.

“Two weeks, lunch. It’s a final signing and I can handle it on my own,” Stella said. Price dug out his phone and started looking at her calendar and recognized the date. It was the same day for their second check-in.

Lunch with Graves - Contract signing @Aglio’s, Price read. He quietly added that to his personal calendar so Stella couldn’t see it. How the f*ck did I miss that it was Graves? , Price thought, glancing at Stella, who was now quietly eating. Soap was watching her, frustrated much like he was.

“Stel, ya always do this,” Soap remarked.

“Soap, I don’t need you to talk down to me like a child. I’m older than you and a f*cking adult. Don’t treat me like I’m smaller. I matched Price’s energy for months, don’t make me do the same to you,” Stella said between bites. He sighed, pressing his lips together in annoyance.

“We care. All right? That’s the point I’m trying to make.”

“Thank you. Point acknowledged. Can we talk about something else? I want to stop being anxious so I can make it home okay.”

“Fine,” Soap said with a sigh. “Please reach out before you ever get in over your head.”

“Sure,” Stella said, glancing at Price. “Do you have anything else you want to add?”

“Are you alright after all that?”

“I’m getting there,” Stella said as she kept eating. Her appetite was coming back and her anxiety was becoming more manageable by the second. “Thanks for standing by to help me out,” Stella added softly after a long pause.

“There we go,” Soap said with a smirk. “That’s what I was hoping ya’d say from the start.”

“Soap, I just told off a client, you have to let me come down from the panic first,” Stella said as she finished her dinner.

“Do ya need me ta walk ya home?” Soap asked. Stella checked her watch as it pinged, and she smiled.

“No, Simon’s got it,” she said.

“All right then,” Soap said. “I’m goin’ home. Text me when you’re at your apartment. Okay?”

“I will. See you next Wednesday at the store,” Stella said. Soap nodded as he walked away and headed to the bar to pay his tab. Price glanced at Stella, trying to figure out what the mess of emotions was. He was upset because he didn’t know that she had a list of sh*tty clients but he also didn’t know if he should be mad at her or Kate for not sharing this information with him. Price was concerned that this was a common occurrence for her, never asking for any sort of help. The way Soap brought it up, Stella’s fierce independence was a double-edged sword. “Kate,” Stella said, snapping Price out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she continued as she spoke on the phone. He hadn’t heard it ring. “Rodolfo and security kicked him out. He took it as well as we expected. Soap and Price were nearby when they noticed the trouble. No, no one else from the list for a while. Yeah, I’ll be sure to rest this weekend. Tell Olivia I said hi and how’s…? Oh good, that’s great. I’ll see you on Monday. Bye,” Stella said, hanging up.

“Stella,” Price started, still a little tense in the way he spoke.

“Yes? Are you going to scold me too?”

“No. You made a lot of valid points.”

“But…”

“But, Soap’s right. Ask for help before you get in over your head,” Price said, keeping his eyes on hers.

“I’ll try and remember that,” Stella said. Price sighed, watching as she looked away from him and focused on the table. “Look, it’s hard for me to ask for help.”

“Why?”

“I’m not gonna answer that right now,” she said firmly, refusing to be vulnerable. Stella rested her forehead on her hand. “It’s a me thing,” she finally said as an excuse.

“Being stubborn?”

“Yeah,” she said with a melancholic smile. “I’ve given you fair warning, get ready for it.”

“I’ve noticed already,” Price replied. He watched as she focused back on him, her eyes showing what her mouth couldn’t say. She didn’t want to answer because it was too painful for her to express.

“I’m exhausted,” she admitted.

“Want me to get Simon so he walks you home?”

“Please,” Stella said, straightening up. “I’m going to the restroom. I’ll see him at the door.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“Price?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks,” Stella said before she grabbed her things and walked away from the table.

“You’re welcome.”

Stella exited the restroom and saw Simon standing there, hands in his pockets. He looked relaxed, though still thoroughly scanning the room. His eyes caught Stella’s and he waited for her to approach him. She waved at Alejandro and Rodolfo before starting out of the place, Simon right beside her.

“Are you going to scold me too?” Stella asked.

“No, Johnny and Price said their pieces, I don’t have to add anything else,” he said as they walked.

“Thanks.”

“You know why we’re upset.”

“I know,” Stella said. Simon sighed, understanding where she was coming from. He knew about her history and why this was difficult for her. They were alike in that regard. “Why didn’t any of you say anything about me being a bad liar?”

“Because if that’s how you want to set your boundary, that’s how we’ll respect it. No matter how much Emily hates it.”

“Thank you.”

“Price and you gettin’ along?” Simon asked, changing the subject.

“For the most part, yeah,” Stella answered.

“Good,” Simon said, smiling slightly under his mask. “I wanted to ask you for help.”

“What do you need?” Stella said, smiling up at him.

“I want to cosplay Percival,” he said after a minute of gathering up the courage to say it. Stella smiled, letting out a slight squeal of excitement. He chuckled slightly, knowing that she couldn’t help herself.

“I have a lot on my plate, and Price just gave me files to run background checks for you…”

“I know, I also know you have friends who take costume commissions. Do you know any that Rose hasn’t met yet?”

“I do, I know just who to ask. Do you want me to call them now?”

“It isn’t late?”

“Not at all, give me two seconds,” Stella said as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number she knew from memory. “Nicole!”

“Stellaaaaaa,” Nicole said as she answered the phone. “You’re calling me at this hour so that only means one thing, you’ve got a project for me!”

“Yes, I do!” Stella said excitedly.

“Whatcha got?”

“I have a friend who wants to cosplay Percy.”

“Oh! Do I get to…?”

“Yes, you even get to build the mask from scratch.”

“f*ck yes!” Nicole cried on the other line. “I’ll text you what I need to start sourcing materials. What’s the deadline?”

“Is two months enough for you?”

“Oh yeah. I have nothing else on deck right now. Do you need a List too?”

“No, I got that already. I commissioned one from Gerardo.”

“That’s gonna look so dope. He’s so good at that. How tall is our Percy?”

“6’4.”

“And the size?”

“He’s big big.”

“A buff Percy. The stuff of dreams,” Nicole sang into the line. Stella laughed, making Simon smile. “I’m already looking through my materials to take inventory of what I need. I’ll let you know the deposit to get this going. Star, you just made my night.”

“I’m glad,” Stella said with a smile. “Get to it. Let me know the measurements you need so I can take ‘em.”

“Sending it now.”

“Bye.”

“Bye,” Stella said, hanging up. She glanced over to Simon, smiling. “All right, cosplay secured. I’m going to get a list of measurements that Nicole needs to start. So, do you mind coming upstairs so I can take them right now? If you ask Rose…”

“She’ll figure a part of it out. Let’s take care of it tonight,” Simon said as they drew closer to Stella’s building.

“Perfect.”

Chapter 11: Flowers

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Everything settled into a new normal the following week. Monday and Tuesday were busy days as Stella got to work on the background check requests and received even more names to submit. Now that she wasn’t bogged down by all of Price’s harsh scrutiny, Stella was flourishing and he couldn’t help but get slightly annoyed for how Kate had been completely right. He was a hindrance to her growth. That wasn't going to happen anymore.

It was a Wednesday afternoon, near the end of the day when Price approached Stella’s desk. She was sorting through the new names he’d given, organizing them in alphabetical order. Her headphones were in and she was laughing at whatever she was listening to. Price lightly tapped her desk to get her attention. She looked up, her brown eyes meeting his blue ones with a small smile.

“Hey,” she said, still holding onto her smile as she took off her headphones and put them away.

“Did anything come in yet?”

“No, not yet,” Stella said. “I checked with your contact and she said that tomorrow I would definitely get some names back.”

“Perfect, do you have any time to go over what I need you to look out for?”

“I have,” Stella said, glancing at her calendar. “Two hours tomorrow afternoon slotted just for that if they do come in.”

“Excellent. Send me a calendar invite so I can get a reminder.”

“I’ll send it when I have the background checks. I don’t want to tie you up if they’re not here.”

“That works,” Price said. “I’ll see you in a bit then. Keep doing what you’re doing.”

“That’s the plan,” Stella said with a smile. She watched Price walk back to his office and focused back on her task, stealing a second glance at him as he sat down. Now that he wasn’t being an asshole, she found his company mostly tolerable. Especially with how they were connecting lately.

Steeeeeeeeel

Que?

You coming tonight, right?

Yeah, I am. What’s up?

There’s only one bathroom in the shop tonight.
Simon and I are getting dressed at our place.

sh*t. I’ll change at the office then.

Simon and I will pick you up and we’ll walk together.

Perfect. I’ll be down by 7
Does that work for you two?

Yep. I’m picking up pizza on the way. Gaz asked.
If you need help with the corset, leave it loose and I’ll fix.

I think I got it.

*insert yaaaaas girl meme*

🤣🤣🤣

It was almost seven and Price still had more work to do. He got up from his desk to ask if Stella was going to eat dinner at the office so they could eat together. She was fussing earlier, so he knew she hadn’t left yet. It’d become a habit of hers to peek in and let him know she was leaving on nights he stayed longer. Price stepped out to see a vision straight from a renaissance faire standing before Stella’s desk. It took him a moment to realize that the woman with the loose wavy brown hair with a daisy crown before him was her.

Stella was wearing a black long-sleeved flowing top that exposed her shoulders. The tattoo on her forearm was still eluding him, a curiosity that was growing with each passing day as he learned more about her. There was a contrasting silver corset around her waist, and he was finding himself eager for her to turn around and face him so he could see her better. As if she’d heard his thoughts, she turned around and found him studying her. Stella pressed her lips together and took a step back.

“Price,” she breathed. “Uh…”

“You’re in costume,” he remarked, his eyes scanning her completely. Her upper body was slightly tanned, much like her face and he could see little moles and freckles scattered across her shoulders. His eyes then followed the necklace she was wearing, a small little fox dangled just at the top of her cleavage. He’d seen that little bugger usually over blouses, he’d never thought that’s where it led. Heaven help me. That’s where that pendant lands? Staring at it is going to get me in trouble, Price thought. “It’s stunning.”

“Y-yeah,” she stammered. Price then noticed yet another detail about her.

“You have freckles,” he said softly.

“I do,” she said, feeling the color rise to her cheeks. She’d taken off most of her makeup in favor of a more natural look for the game. Price noticed the natural flush of her cheeks and cursed himself. He liked being the cause of that.

“You’re blushing,” he teased.

“I am not!” Stella argued.

“Stella,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Fine, yes,” she said with a defeated sigh.

“You look good,” Price said.

“It’s -”

“Stella, learn how to take a bloody compliment.”

“Thank you,” she said, the flush in her cheeks deepening a little more. “I had to change here because one of the bathrooms in the store is busted.”

“Are you walking there alone?”

“No, Simon and Rose are coming to get me. We’re going together.”

“Do they dress up?”

“Rosie does. Simon mostly wears costumes from the waist up,” Stella answered, trying to calm down the blush on her face. “I uh, am wearing another one for the anniversary next Thursday.”

“Not tomorrow, right?”

“Next week, that’s right,” Stella said, grabbing something from her desk and quickly throwing it over her shoulders. It was a black velvet cloak covered in glittery purple stars. She buttoned it up before letting it cover her body entirely. “Sorry, it’s just…”

“Why are you self-conscious about a costume?”

“I’m weird, okay?” she said with a shrug. He shook his head, not liking that word as a descriptor for her.

“You’re not. You’re a nerd, what’s your point?”

“There wasn’t any,” Stella said, swallowing nervously. “You make a valid point,” she said, smiling a little. “When I’m not surrounded by people who share my interests, uh, I get shy and nervous,” she explained.

“Why?”

“It’s a long story and I’m leaving soon. Maybe another time,” Stella said, fidgeting with her hands. “You came to me because you needed something?”

“No, I thought you were going to stay longer and was about to ask if you wanted to have dinner. I forgot you had plans for the night.”

“I’m getting pizza with Rose and Simon to take to the game. Do you want me to order you anything?”

“No, it’s alright. I can take care of it myself. You have fun,” Price said as Stella’s phone rang almost on cue.

“Okay,” Stella smiled as she started to get her things and answer her phone. “I’ll be right down. Turning off the computer,” Stella said as she went around her desk and did that. “See you in a sec,” she said as she hung up. “Good night, jerk,” Stella said with a smirk.

“Good night, wench, bring me a bourbon next time,” Price teased her. She laughed as she walked towards the elevator, waving at him. Price laughed as well, feeling recharged enough to tackle the rest of his night.

Stella arrived at the ground floor to see Simon and Rose with three boxes of pizza, multiple cans of soda, and everything else they needed for a night of fantasy debauchery. Rose was wearing a red velvet cloak with silver spiderwebs to cover her own costume. Simon was wearing a black shirt with a red corset vest that complimented Rose. He was still wearing his signature balaclava, which didn’t exactly go with the costume but everyone had gotten used to it by now.

“Hey,” Stella said as she greeted Rose with a hug. Simon nodded his own greeting as they started down the street in the direction of the Lucky 7 Gaming Corner, Emily’s shop.

“How’s everything?”

“Good, how’s your week been so far Rosie?” Stella asked.

“Great. I wanted to ask how are you and Price getting along? Did he see you like this?”

“He did,” Stella said, feeling the color rise to her cheeks as she recalled what had just transpired a few moments before. “He said I looked good.” Rose made an amused expression and tried her hardest to not bring up the blush on Stella’s face.

“You do,” Simon said.

“I can’t get over your cloak,” Stella said, glancing at Rose.

“I can’t get over yours!”

“I’m so excited for next week.”

“Me too! My cosplay is ready, yours?”

“Yep, just got new makeup for it.”

“Perfect,” Rose said as the shop came into view. “Can’t wait to see it. You’ve been working so hard on it!”

“Yeah, I have. I’ve been leaving the office earlier than normal just to spend hours making sure everything’s perfect.”

“Remember to sleep,” Simon said, glancing down at Stella.

“Same goes for you, Mr. Insomnia,” Stella said with a chuckle. Simon shook his head as they finally arrived at the store. Rose opened the door and let the others in, the security chiming in different tones.

“We’re here!” Stella announced.

“Food! Finally,” Soap said as he came around and helped with the pizza boxes.

“Stella, Rose, Simon, glad you made it,” Gaz said from his position at the table. He was already hiding behind his DM screen, setting things up.

“Did you hook up the soundboard to the store?” Emily asked.

“I did,” Gaz said with a smirk. Emily shook her head but was still smiling. Soap opened up one of the boxes and immediately dug in, starving.

“Stell, who are ya cosplaying next week?” Soap asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Stella said with a wink. “Who are we missing?”

“Sean and David,” Gaz said as the door opened again.

“We’re here!” David said as he came in, followed by their partner, Sean. Stella slipped off her cloak, draping it over her usual chair. “Stella, that top looks incredible! Did you make it?”

“Yeah, a couple of months ago, I’ve been working almost non-stop on next week’s cosplay.”

“I’m so excited to see it,” David said as he greeted her with a hug. “We’re ready to go!”

“Perfect. Gather around the table and we’ll get started,” Gaz said as everyone took their seats. Character sheets and dice bags were pulled out, and Gaz dimmed the lights in the store just a bit. “Greetings my victims. I hope you can solve the mystery before you’re all goners,” Gaz then spoke in a deep voice, startling the whole table.

“Gaz what the f*ck!?” Stella cried, putting her hand on her chest due to the scare. He smirked, raising his eyebrows as he made eye contact with everyone at the table.

“That was good,” Sean complimented. Gaz’s smirk turned into an evil smile, sending chills down Stella and Rose’s spines.

“Oh, you’re not ready for tonight,” Gaz growled.

“I’m scared and I’m excited,” Rose said, glancing at Simon. He placed a hand on her knee and squeezed it. Simon enjoyed seeing her like this, like a ray of comforting light. Rose smiled as she focused on her character sheet, placing her hand above his and squeezing it back.

“Bring it on, Gaz!” Stella cried.

Chapter 12: Guarded

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The next morning, Stella arrived at the office with lighter makeup. She’d gotten a few background checks in overnight, much to her relief. She was busy checking off names when Price and Kate arrived.

“Morning!” she cheered.

“Good morning, Stella,” Kate said with a smile.

“Coffee,” Stella said, sliding a cup towards her. Kate grabbed it with a smile, taking a sip. “Tea,” she continued, sliding a cup towards Price.

“Good morning, wench,” Price said as he grabbed the cup.

“Price!” Kate scolded him. “I thought you two were getting along!”

“Kate, it’s a joke. He saw me in my tavern wench cosplay last night,” Stella said with a smirk.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Kate apologized, glancing at Price before turning back to Stella. “How was the game?”

“Gaz scared the living sh*t out of us. I died about two hours in. Got myself poisoned. I failed my con save,” Stella said with a laugh. “Simon and Rosie made it to the end with Sean. David died by knife because he failed his athletics check at the end.”

“You were the only one to die before the game was over?” Price asked.

“Yeah, but Gaz had talked to all of us before to let us know it could happen,” Stella explained. “He runs a safe table. By far one of the best DMs I’ve ever had. He’s always checking for consent and boundaries.”

“That’s great,” Kate said with a smile. “How does my morning look?”

“Very clear. You should be able to get what you need done,” Stella said with a smile.

“Perfect. I’ll see you two later for lunch.”

“Of course,” Stella said with a smile as Kate made her way to her office and closed the door. “Good morning, jerk. Sorry I couldn’t get the bourbon.”

“It’s all right,” Price said with a chuckle. “You’re wearing less makeup today,” he remarked.

“I uh,” Stella started softly. “Decided to opt for a more natural look instead of the usual heavy makeup.”

“Good, it shows more of the real you,” Price said watching as Stella’s expression soften as she processed the words, her lips upturning slightly.

“Thanks,” she said softly as she felt her cheeks start to burn a little. “Um, I got some names back.”

“Good, we’ll use the two hours this afternoon to go over them. Alright?”

“Yeah, I sent the calendar invite to you so it should be one of your first emails.”

“Perfect, see you in a few hours.”

“See ya,” Stella said as she watched him head into his office. He closed the door softly after him and she focused back on work, feeling a little lighter.

That afternoon, after lunch, Kate retreated back into her office to let Price and Stella work in the conference room. Stella had printed out all of the completed background checks, organizing them by name. Price grabbed the first one of the pile and sat down next to her.

“All right,” he started, opening it and starting to go over the things she needed to look out for. Merits, medals, awards, and other important details from the subjects' personal history that Stella was going to need to look at for her to weed out the potential candidates for Simon. They spent the better half of an hour going over every detail Stella needed to watch out for. Price watched her take notes of everything, paying attention to every detail. “Do you understand?”

“I do,” Stella said, glancing at her notes.

“All right, try this one,” Price said, giving her a new file. “You’re on your own, you tell me if he’s worth it or not.”

“I’ll try,” Stella said, taking a nervous breath in before releasing it. She opened the folder and scanned it carefully multiple times, using a pencil to note the things she was supposed to look out for. Price took the time to observe her as she worked. There was a determined look on her expression as she referred to her notes and back to the file. “He’s a no,” Stella said finally, glancing at Price as she slid it over to him. Price looked it over and smiled, nodding.

“That’s correct, he’s not good enough to work with Simon,” Price said as he set the file along with the rejects. “Try this one,” he said as he gave her another folder.

“Okay,” Stella said with a small nod. She spent a few minutes on this one looking through every single detail.

“Stella?” he called out.

“One second, I’m almost done,” she said.

“Of course, my apologies,” Price replied as he waited.

“He’s a yes,” she said nervously as she slid over the file. Price took the folder from her hands and studied it, nodding in agreement.

“You’re right,” he said, putting it on the stack for him to review later. Stella smiled fully, her face scrunching up slightly in glee.

“One more, and then I’ll leave you to it,” Price said, picking up another one and giving it to her. Stella grabbed it and started analyzing it. It was a few minutes less than the first two and she slid the file over to him.

“Not for Simon but his demolitions record stands out. He could work with Johnny,” Stella suggested. Price looked it over and noted her observations.

“Nice catch,” Price said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Stella breathed with a grin of her own.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, starting to walk away.

“Wait,” Stella called out to him. Price turned around to look at her, waiting. “Did you want to say something earlier?”

“No,” Price lied. “I wanted to check your thought process while you were working on the backgrounds.”

“Oh,” Stella said. “I thought it was something else.”

Yes, but you’re still too guarded to answer anything deep if I asked. Like the long story you mentioned last night, Price thought, forcing a smile. “No, it was just that,” he said as his cell phone rang. “I have to take that, I’ll be back later.”

“Sure,” Stella said, grabbing the folders in neat stacks before going back to her desk to finish what she had so far. As Price spoke to his contact in the Pentagon over the phone, his mind was still partially distracted as he thought about seeing more of the real Stella coming through next week.

He was excited for Thursday night and this time it wasn’t because he was going to catch up with the team at Alejandro’s.

Chapter 13: It's Thursday Night

Chapter Text

Price arrived at Emily’s store to see it full of people. It was incredible to see the turnout for the anniversary. Customers were having lively discussions as they settled in for the show. There were blankets, snacks, a large projection screen, and food.

“Price! There ya are,” Soap greeted him from the counter. “I’m sorry about not being able to make it to Alejandro’s today,” he continued.

“It’s alright, hello Emily,” Price said, recognizing the blue hair dip-dyed brunette at the counter. "I'd rather be here to show support anyway."

“Hey, Price,” she greeted him with a small smile. “Welcome! As Johnny must've talked your ear off, tonight's special.”

“A year open, right?” Price asked.

“That’s right,” Emily beamed proudly. “There’s bourbon for you and Simon in the back.”

“Wonderful,” Price said, glancing around. He was looking for Stella but couldn't see her immediately. She'd left early, explaining why. Kate hadn't minded and neither had he.

“We’re full. I have to save room for Stella, Ghost, and Rose,” Gaz said as he came up to the counter with a box and interrupted his search. He was completely dressed up in a costume, wearing a long wig, painted blue, and had contacts on.

“Sold out already?” Emily asked in disbelief.

“If we want to stay in departmental code, then yes.”

“I think we can let one more in. Stell’s in the back.”

“She is?” Gaz asked, and Emily replied with a curt nod. “Then all we’re missing is Simon and Rose.”

“Stella!” Emily yelled.

“What!?” Price heard Stella yell back. “Emily, what is it?” she asked. Price watched as two ghostly grey hands slid the door open, finally bringing her into view. Stella was sporting a black wig and was completely dressed up in costume and stage makeup. She’d made herself entirely grayish-white, looking ghoulish and beautiful. A complete transformation that rendered Price speechless as he saw her from his position behind the counter. She hadn't noticed him yet. “You’re lucky I just finished my makeup because-”

“Stella, oh my GOD,” Emily squealed. The dressed-up female stopped and posed, grinning.

“Do I look fun scary, darling?” she spoke in an accent, that Price recognized as belonging to the character after some minor research the night before. Gaz had recommended it so he could understand what he was about to see a little better.

“You do!” Emily cried. “Johnny! Look!”

“Stella, wow,” Soap remarked.

“Wait, that’s not the Pâté plush I got you,” Emily said, glancing at something hanging from Stella’s waist.

“I love that little darling but unlike that Pâté, this one,” Stella started, grabbing the rat hanging from her side and hooking her fingers on something before speaking. “Dances,” she said with a huge grin. The little rat toy started moving around as she controlled it with her fingers, and Stella gave the performance a little tune.

“Wow,” Gaz remarked from beside Price. “Hold up, those earpieces, that’s incredible.”

“Oh, yeah,” Stella said, still in the accent as she tucked a few hairs behind her ear and revealed an intricately pointy gold earpiece. “Like it?”

“Yeah,” Gaz said with a smile. "You outdid yourself."

“You look so good as our blue boy!” Stella said, in character.

“Thanks for the help with the makeup by the way.”

“Of course, you know how crafty I am. Is Rosie here yet? I need my Imogen.”

“Not yet,” Gaz answered. “She should be here in a bit with Simon.”

“Good. I need the other half of my costume,” Stella said with a grin.

“Laudna, can you get the box with the bourbon and whiskey glasses from the back? I need it out front for us,” Emily asked.

“Sure, darling. I’ll be right back,” Stella said as she disappeared through the sliding door.

“How much time did that take her?” Gaz asked.

“Over a month,” Emily answered. “Don’t know how she manages that with everything else on her plate. Rose makes cosplays too but she helps me out here so I know she has the time. I don’t know about Stel,” she continued.

“¡Abre! It’s heavy!” Stella’s voice cried in the distance. Soap opened the door and Stella walked in, carrying a heavy wooden crate. She walked around the counter and Price stood before her, causing them to bump into each other.

“Let me take that off your hands,” Price said, grabbing the crate from the opposite side of where her hands were. As much as he wanted to test the spark again, a crate full of glass was a terrible idea to test his theory.

“Hey,” Stella breathed, surprised. “Uh, I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“I have to support our friends too,” Price remarked. “I’ve got it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes,” Price said as Stella released the box and took a few steps back. He scanned her, taking in the costume and every part of her outfit. There was a careful dedication to every detail, he had to admire how she applied it to every detail of her life. “Nice costume.”

“It’s cosplay.”

“Nice cosplay,” Price corrected. “Your favorite character?”

“No, it’s Fearne,” Stella said. “I just relate to Laudna on a deep level,” she explained, her cheeks visibly flushed through all the white paint. “And uh, I felt like I could do her justice.”

“You certainly do.”

“So, you’re about to see the insanity that unfolds tonight,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“I’m excited. I get to learn what all of you have been on about for a while now.”

“Just you wait, Price. We’ll turn you into a nerd yet,” Stella teased with a smirk.

“Oh God,” he said, making her laugh.

“You’ll see,” Stella said with a grin. “It’s fun.”

“You certainly look like you’re having plenty of it.”

“I am,” she beamed. “Uh, you should put that down.”

“It’s not that heavy,” Price said, smiling at her.

“Yeah, but I don’t want Emily to come in here and uh…”

“Gotcha,” Price said, understanding quickly and moving away. Stella didn't need to finish that sentence. He'd heard stories.

“Laudnaaaaaaa,” cried out a voice, interrupting them.

“OMG, David! Your Ashton!” Stella said as her entire face lit up at someone behind Price. He turned around to see a man completely green and wearing a stiff wig with glowing purple crystals. “You look amazing.”

“So you do! Emily tells me that your Pâté dances?”

“He does!” Stella said, taking the rat out of her belt and showing him.

“Holy sh*t. You outdid yourself,” David said. “Sean, look!”

“Oh my goodness,” said another male that approached Stella. He was dressed in a much simpler outfit, sporting a winter hat. “You look so good!”

“Thank you!” Stella said with a smile. “Your Chet!”

“Come correct or get corrected,” Sean said in a higher-pitched voice with a slight lisp.

“Everyone settle in!” Soap’s voice called out. “Show starts in fifteen minutes. There’s snacks, food, and beverages. If ya want to buy anythin’ the register is open until the stream starts!” Price watched as all of the people in the room pulled out more blankets, others brought pillows and settled into various positions on the floor. Stella was helping out behind the counter handing out popcorn bags. She was smiling, radiating happiness as she greeted the customers, speaking in Laudna's accent as she got through everyone.

Once the time was up, Emily locked up the register and sat down with Soap on a couch, cuddled up to watch the show. Price saw Simon with Rose in a corner while Stella sat by herself at the far back. Gaz was upfront with David and Sean, chatting away with the men. He looked for a place to settle in with his recently poured bourbon to watch. The spot right next to Stella looked perfect. He quickly made his way over there as Matt introduced himself and the show.

“Is that man wearing a catsuit?” Price asked as the whole room burst into laughter.

“Yeah, that’s Sam Riegel,” Stella answered. “He’s responsible for the ad copy on the show. It gets really unhinged -” she started, a laugh interrupting her mid-answer. He glanced back at the show, watching as everyone laughed again over something else Sam said. "And it's one of the best parts of the show. Some of the ads get their own storylines."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was. The Nordverse was definitely one of my favorites."

"Do I even want to know?"

"Uh...it's better if you watch a supercut of that or something, trust me," Stella said, glancing up at him. "You sure, you're okay standing there?"

"We've been sitting down all day. It's alright."

"Fair enough," Stella said as the theme song started.As it played and most of the room sang along, Price stole another glance at Stella. It was wonderful to see her and his friends enjoying themselves, especially after everything his team had been through to get to this point. The show began and Price paid attention to the recap, deciding to watch and ask questions later. He'd only skimmed through some summaries, preferring to ask for the details later.

They all watched together until the break when some people left to watch at home after taking photos with the cosplayers. He helped with some of the cleanup, refilling his and Simon’s drink before they settled down more comfortably to watch the second half of the session. Price got really into it, cheering at the Nat20 Travis got on a wisdom save. Gaz explained some of the combat rules when he could. A And while he didn’t get all the jokes, Price did laugh at the ones he didn't need context for.

“Nooooo!” Stella cried along with a few others as Matt said that’s where the episode was going to end for the night. People thanked Emily for a good time as they left. Everyone that remained helped clean up the shop before leaving. Price watched Soap and Emily turn the corner and walk up to their apartment above the shop while Simon and Rose came up to the ones who remained.

“Who’s walking you home?” Price asked Stella as he approached.

“Uh,” she started, nervous. “Simon and Rose usually,” she said, glancing at them.

“Gaz, you coming our way, right?” David asked.

“Yeah. Let’s go. See you!” Gaz said as he followed the men out of the corner.

“Price, would you mind walking Stella home?” Simon asked. Price turned to look at the male, missing Stella’s glare at him and her dumbfounded look at Rose. She thought she didn't have to worry about anyone meddling in her life. This was definitely frustrating at first instance.

“Not at all,” Price said, glancing back at Stella and seeing her scowling a little. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” Stella said as she led the way. She looked over her shoulder to see Simon and Rose walking off together. She was definitely going to have words with Rosie about doing this. “So, what did you think?”

“It was interesting, Matt is an incredible storyteller,” Price started.

“Gaz likes him a lot but his favorite is Brennan from Dimension 20,” Stella said.

“I’ll have to look that up,” Price said, glancing at her. “Today’s episode felt like a transition from one story arc to another.”

“It was a closure for Ashton and set up the next conflict, so you're totally right.”

“Can you tell me about what happened before tonight's session?” he asked, seeing her entire body light up in enthusiasm.

“Yes!” she said excitedly as she started talking about the story of Bell’s Hells and what led them to this episode. She was very animated in the way she expressed pivotal plot points, got emotional talking about Laudna’s tragic backstory and hard hitting events that lead to pain, and giggled as she talked about Fearne and her constant aloofness and why she was her favorite character. Price enjoyed every minute of the tale. It was incredible to see her talking passionately about the show and trying her hardest to clear up any questions he had.

“You decided to cosplay Laudna because you relate to her, you mentioned that earlier.”

“Yeah,” Stella said, worried if he was going to ask why.

“She’s a lot like you,” he remarked. “Strong, witty, mysterious.”

“But made of paper,” she said softly, silence falling between them as Price processed her statement. It took him very little time to understand what she meant. She was speaking about her own fragility. “This is me,” she said, biting her lower lip as they reached her apartment building.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the office.”

“Yeah,” Stella said, forcing a small smile. “I’ll see you. Thanks for walking me home, you didn't have to.”

“Stella, at this hour you were not walking home alone. If Simon hadn't asked, I would've come with you anyway," Price said. "Just to make sure you're safe." He noticed the timid blush was back as she slowly took a step back toward her building. "Good night, Laudna."

“Good night, jerk face,” Stella said with a small laugh as she turned around and entered her building. He watched her step into the building elevator, giving him a meek wave as the doors closed.

⭐️: Let me know when you get home, Price.

Of course.

Home safe.

⭐️: Thanks for the update.
I'm glad you were able to join us tonight.

As am I.

The next morning flowed smoothly up until lunch. Kate was out for a long weekend with Olivia so she hadn't shown up at the office, and Price had left a few minutes before Stella and promised he’d be back for their meeting later.

Stella got up and grabbed her bag, starting towards Aglio’s. It was a brand new Italian restaurant that she wanted to visit but never wanted to do so alone. She arrived just in time for her reservation.

“Hi,” Stella greeted the host. “Reservation for Graves?”

“Ah yes, right this way,” the male host greeted as he signaled Stella to follow him. “One of your party members has already arrived. He’s been waiting for you and your third.”

“Third?” Stella asked in confusion.

“Yes,” he said as he pointed out the table in the corner.

Where Price was sitting, a glass of water in hand.

What. The. f*ck.

Chapter 14: Lunch @ Aglios with Graves and Price

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“Price,” Stella said, surprised as she walked up to the table. He smirked, leaning back into his seat. “What are you doing here?”

“I have a lunch meeting. With you and Graves,” he said smugly.

“I didn’t ask you to be here,” she said, confusion still peppering her features.

“I wanted to,” he said, his smug tone softening. “I’m here to back you up.”

“Back me up?” she asked in disbelief. He’s here…without my asking…he…Nah, that’s not possible, she thought, trying to process the emotions swirling in her.

“Yes. You lead, I follow,” Price said, getting up from his chair and pulling out one for her. “Sit, Graves should be here any second.”

“Okay,” she said, furrowing her brow somewhat before sitting down. Price helped her get close to the table before he sat down next to her. “Price, I can handle this,” she persisted.

“I know. You handled Chad well enough, but I’m not leaving you alone with the one guy who’s at the top of your sh*te list."

"Isn't there something more important?"

"No."

“But, I-”

“Stella,” spoke a voice with a southern drawl. She looked up to see Graves sitting down at the table, narrowing his gaze and the sight of Price sitting in the extra chair. “I thought it was gonna be the two of us. Interesting to see you here, Price.”

"Hello, Graves," Price said dryly. "Don't mind me. I've been eager to eat here. Reservations are a little hard to come by since it's so new."

“All right then,” Graves said, sighing. “So much for a lunch date with you without a chaperone. How’ve you been?”

“Good, very busy,” Stella answered. “How about yourself?” she asked as she reached into her bag and pulled out a folder.

“Working hard, finding myself doing a lot of tasks on my own. Could use an assistant like you to help me take the load off,” Graves answered with a wink. He seemed to be very pompous in the way he was carrying himself. Price kept his ice-blue eyes focused on Graves’s hands, noticing one missing right away. Next to him, Stella suddenly tensed. He carefully snuck a peek under the table to see Graves’s missing hand on her knee, his thumb lightly caressing her. Price stiffened in anger, ready to punch him.

That quick?! What was it with these men touching a woman without her consent? Price thought. No wonder they were on Stella’s sh*t list. As much as he wanted to hurt the blonde, they were in public and he was letting her lead. No matter how difficult it was to stay in control under her visible distress.

“Graves,” Stella started, sighing.

“Stella, it’s Phillip,” he corrected, completely ignoring her request.

“I prefer to call you Graves, it’s how we were introduced,” Stella said. “As I’ve told you before, I’m happy where I am. Can you please keep your hands on the table?”

“Stella, come on, you don’t mind,” Graves said, smirking at her.

“I do. That's why I am asking.”

“Is it because we have an audience?” Graves suggested while side-eyeing Price.

“No.”

“Graves, I suggest you get your hand off her knee before I show you the torture techniques I’ve dealt with or worse,” Price threatened with a growl. Stella glanced at him in bewilderment, something slowly stirring within her at his tone. Graves sighed, taking his hand back and leaning onto his chair. Stella’s reaction was immediate, she relaxed.

“Are you sure you want to work in an environment with a man like him?” Graves asked, signaling towards Price. “He just threatened me.”

“Because you weren’t listening to me.”

“Come on, Stella, hear me out. You’d be in good company. I can pay you more than Kate does.”

“You can’t afford me,” Stella said, causing Price to smirk. “Can you please look this over and sign for me? Please? I just want one thing to go my way this week,” she said sweetly as she slid the folder over.

“Sure,” Graves said sighing before taking the folder off her hands and looking it over. He was studying the contract carefully and focused on what he was reading. The waiter came in and Graves put in an order for the most expensive item on the menu as he kept looking over the papers. “Everything looks good,” he said, pulling out a pen from his pocket. “Just like you,” Graves said, looking up and winking at her. Stella sighed, looking down at her lap.

Persistent. I’ll give him that, Price thought as he glanced at Stella. She looked nervous, anxiously taking deep breaths to ground herself. Price then snuck another glance under the table and saw Graves’s foot trying to reach her calves. He was tempted to ruin the man’s shoes but that contract needed to be signed before anything else. Kate would've had his head.

“I sign here,” he said, showing Stella.

“And you initial here,” she said, reaching over and flipping to another page as she set the contract on the table. “And here,” she continued, pointing somewhere else. “And I need your signature here, with today’s date.”

“Anythin’ else darlin’?” Graves asked as he signed one final time and slid the contract over to Stella.

“No, that’s it, you’ve successfully signed your extension,” Stella said with a small smile. Price could see the small anxious ticks, like the way she was constantly picking at her lower lip with her teeth. She was anxious and itching to get out of there.

“Price, I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Our business transaction is over,” Graves said with a scowl toward the blue-eyed captain. “Stella?” he said, glancing at her. “How about I cancel my lunch and we go somewhere else?”

“No,” she said softly.

What is it with these morons and thinking they have chemistry with a woman who is clearly not interested?! Price thought, clearing his throat.

"Graves. I just wanted you to sign this. Not be physically assaulted again while I'm trying to do my f*cking job," Stella said.

Again!? He's done this before? Oh bloody hell, Price thought, his anger turning to fury. He'd got up from the table and cleared his throat loudly. Enough was enough. Being arrested for assault was not on his list of things for the day but if they stayed any longer, he was damn sure about to be. “That contract is iron-clad, correct? He can’t back out without facing repercussions?” Price asked.

“Correct,” Stella said, watching how the men glared at each other.

“Perfect. I’m now your new direct contact for anything you need, Graves,” Price said. “You’ll delete her number and leave her alone.”

“You can’t be serious,” Graves said.

“He is. I told you, I’m not leaving Kate and I’m not interested,” Stella said.

“Stella, now that we're done with the contract, do you want to leave?” Price asked. He wanted to make it clear to Graves that everything she did was her own choice and nobody could boss her around. Stella was free to make her own decisions, and the way Graves was acting was disgusting. After almost fighting each other in Las Almas, he couldn’t believe how he’d devolved into this.

“Yes,” she answered. Price reached over and pulled her chair back, smiling as she stood up and grabbed her things. “I want to get out of here.”

“See you, Graves,” Price said, following Stella as she led the way out of the restaurant. She was anxious to be out of the place, eager to be anywhere but that table. Once they hit the sidewalk, she felt like she could breathe. “How are you feeling?” Price asked, looking over his shoulder to make sure Graves hadn’t followed.

“Like I can breathe now,” she admitted breathlessly. “Thank you, he’s never been that persistent.”

“He assaulted you?!”

“He’s the reason I stopped wearing dresses,” Stella said, speaking without a filter because of her current anxiety. “First meeting without Kate and he snuck a hand under my skirt. Got really close.” Price then realized that was the reason for the dramatic wardrobe change a few months back. He’d noticed it and teased her about it but now he felt guilty for not thinking this was the reason why. His fury was boiling over again, the temptation to go back in there and punch Graves was astounding him. It wasn’t just because he put his hands on a woman without her consent…it was because he did it to Stella.

“Why didn’t Kate come with you?”

“Because I wanted to be the one to reject his job offer and it was a special weekend with Olivia,” Stella answered. “I was never planning to stay long no matter how much he insisted. That’s why I thought I could handle it on my own. It was just to sign some f*cking papers.”

“As much as I want to fight with you about this again, now’s not the time. Is there anyone else from the list scheduled in the next few weeks?”

“No,” Stella answered. “Nothing until next year.”

“Good,” Price said, noting she wasn’t lying. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” he said, changing the subject.

“Yes, me too. I skipped breakfast because I was too anxious,” Stella whined. Her stomach was letting her have it now that the anxiety had been replaced with adrenaline from getting away.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Where?”

“How do you feel about ramen?” Price asked.

“I love ramen. Let’s f*cking go!” Stella cheered. Price laughed at her enthusiasm, leading the way to his favorite place for it.

Chapter 15: Flutter and Warmth

Chapter Text

They arrived at the ramen place a few minutes later, the restaurant he’d found a while back when he’d left his security card what felt like an eternity ago. The owner quickly recognized him and smiled, waving him to sit in the farthest corner with Stella. She looked at the place with a growing smile, taking in every inch of it carefully.

“Wow,” she whispered as Price pulled a chair back for her again. Her cheeks flushed as she sat down, hanging her bag from the back of it. “This place looks nice.”

“Wait until you try the ramen,” Price said. Stella quickly scanned the QR code and opened up the menu, finding exactly what she wanted. They ordered quickly, the waiter eagerly departing with their orders.

“You didn’t have to do any of that,” Stella said.

“I know,” Price said, thanking the waiter as he came by with their drinks. “But I wasn’t going to let you go at it alone, especially after witnessing what happened with Chad.”

“Thanks,” she said, smiling slightly.

“You stopped wearing dresses because of him?”

“Yeah,” Stella said as she took a sip of her drink. “And because of another guy, I started covering up my freckles,” she said, finally opening up. She was avoiding eye contact, but Price could see a part of her armor finally crumble. Stella wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, he could tell from her body language…this was deeper.

“Stella,” he called out, hoping she’d look up at him. She did, her brown eyes carefully meeting his. “That is why you hide the real you?”

“Essentially, yes,” she admitted, fidgeting with her hands. “It’s always been easier to wear a mask than to be the real me around most people.”

“You don’t have to hide from me,” Price said. “I’m not going to hurt you. Not anymore.” He held eye contact with her, seeing her eyes water slightly as the words sunk in. More of what she was trying to conceal was sneaking through, and he was eager to get the full picture.

“I want to believe you,” Stella said softly.

“You’ll see.”

“I guess we will,” Stella said, feeling conflicted. She wanted to trust Price, especially since he was friends with Simon, Gaz, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo. The problem was the last few months. With what he’d done today, things were certainly moving in that direction. It took her a long time to trust the guys. They all spoke highly about Price but she always refused to believe because of how he was towards her…she could only hope he meant it. “Can we move the check-in to Monday? I’m mentally exhausted,” she said finally after a long silence.

“Yes. That’s fine,” Price said as their food arrived at last.

“Oh, this smells great,” Stella said, looking at her ramen. She quickly dug in, eager to try it. “Holy f*ck,” she mumbled after swallowing her first bite. Price chuckled, glad to see her mood was lifting slightly.

“Like it?”

“Yes,” she said with a smile. “It’s as good as it looks.”

“I’m glad.”

“Are you really going to be Graves’s new contact?”

“Yes. If he calls you, let me know and I’ll handle it accordingly.”

“Thank you,” Stella said, grabbing her phone out of her pocket. “No texts yet,” she said, showing Price.

“Good.”

“You got really angry at him for a moment,” Stella remarked.

“Of course, he wouldn’t stop touching you,” Price said. “It was f*cking atrocious.” Stella did her best to conceal her smile, appreciative of his anger. “If he kept doing it, I was cutting his hand off in public. Charges be damned,” he said.

“I’d post your bail,” Stella replied with a teasing smirk. “I wouldn’t let you spend a night in a holding cell.”

“Thank goodness for that.”

“Well, yeah, because we need to talk about your favorite football team, the New York Giants!” Stella said, unable to hold her laughter as she spoke. She kept laughing afterward, unable to control herself. “I’m terrible,” she continued between laughs. Price pressed his lips together in a feeble effort to look annoyed, but he couldn’t.

“f*ckin’ hell, Stella,” he groaned as she laughed harder, wheezing and snorting now. Price felt something warm tug at his heart hearing those sounds. Stella’s laughter was pure, and he liked it.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“As long as you don’t tease me with the word soccer, you’re fine.”

“Oh don’t tell me that,” Stella said as she calmed down to eat the last sips of her ramen broth. “Because I’ll use it against you.”

“No,” Price said firmly, still trying to look annoyed. I’d let you get away with it just to hear your laugh, he thought watching as Stella was still grinning as she finished her ramen.

“Fine,” she said, her lips still turned slightly upward. “Is there a league running for your team right now? I know there’s a bunch but I don’t exactly know all the details. The most I pay attention to football is during the world cup. The rest of the time, I’m a casual NFL watcher because of my family.”

“Who does your family root for?”

“That depends. Since PR doesn’t exactly have a team that plays, it’s all pick and choose. My cousin is a Tom Brady fan,” Stella said with a scowl. “My dad roots for the team he played in a kids bracket, and other family members prefer to watch college because there’s less trading and more loyalty involved. At least, that’s how my aunt explained it. Sportsball is not my thing.”

“I’ll teach you about football if you stop calling it soccer,” Price said as he asked for the check. “Only if you’re interested.”

“Maybe,” Stella said. “It’d give me something to talk about with those family members who like it.”

“They don’t talk to you about your interests?”

“No,” Stella said, her smile faltering. “Some of them just pretend I’m not there because it’s easier than trying to make small talk with me after saying hello,” she said as her smile and voice trailed off. Price was glad that she was slowly peeling off pieces of her armor, it meant that she was starting to trust him. The check arrived and he felt terrible about leaving the table to pay for it. Seeing her down like that was upsetting him.

“I’ll be right back, going to pay for lunch. Can you wait for me so we can walk back to the office?”

“Sure,” Stella said, hearing him walk away. She grabbed her phone to see a text from Emily on their group chat.

👸: how was lunch with that douche?

Told him off too. Price was there

👸: WHAT?!
OMGOMGOMG

Em, don’t look into it. Price did nothing
I was the one who did most of the talking

👸: So he just sat there?! COME ON

Yes. It’s all I needed
I got the signature and got out

After finding out how bad of a liar she was in person…she resorted to only doing it in texts. Nobody would be able to figure it out. The last thing Stella wanted was for Emily to find out Price threatened the jerk. She’d go off and start trying to meddle to get them into more awkward situations…

🌹: Good.
Did you tell him where to shove that job offer?

I did.

🌹: *insert boss bitch meme*

🤣🤣🤣

👸: 🤣🤣🤣
Seriously though, Price showed up uninvited?

FFS
This isn’t a romance novel

👸: Do you like him now?

He’s tolerable

🌹: That’s a step up from not liking him.

👸: I’ll take it.

STAY OUT OF MY LOVE LIFE!

👸: Stel, it’s been over five years.
I just want to make sure you’re happy.

I am
You focus on your store, and on Johnny
Oh, and on raid. I want to get Rosie the mythoclast

🌹: PLEASE!
It’s the last part of my build!!!
I’m so mad Johnny got it already and he’s NOT USING IT

Of course not, he’s a titan
He just knocks the sh*t out of everything with solar hammers

👸: HEY!

🌹: She’s telling the truth, Em.
How many times have YOU died because he’s gotten in the way while you’re using the Gally?

👸: …

All jokes aside, he’s pretty good as a Titan when he’s not in the way

🌹: The best one I’ve ever played with

👸: You’re right. I’ve taught him well

Raid tomorrow night?

🌹: Simon and I are down

👸: I’ll ask Gaz. 8:30?

Works for me

🌹: Us too

👸: Awesome. I’ll tell Johnny and Gaz

“Looks like an intense conversation you’re having,” Price remarked. Stella looked up and locked her phone, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry. Have I kept you waiting long?”

“No, not at all,” Price said. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, but can I be honest?”

“Please,” Price answered, eager to know what she was going to say.

“I don’t want to go back to the office today. Maybe to drop off Graves’s contract but, I don’t feel like working.”

“Can’t blame you. Want to do that and play hooky together?” Price asked. Stella’s jaw dropped, stunned.

“You want to spend time with me?”

“Up to you. What were you thinking of doing?”

“Some retail therapy in Kinokuniya,” Stella answered. “Need some pen refills and want to check the new releases.”

“You have at least 20 pens on your desk, and you need more?” Price asked incredulously.

“Refills, Price, refills. I like my pens and I'm running out of ink.”

“I’ve never met anyone as particular about that as you.”

“Well, a good pen and paper make the difference. I had a friend who didn’t like to write things down and when they tried some of mine, it changed everything for them. Now they love taking notes. Same thing with Kate. They make a great ice breaker too.”

“You really hated the ballpoints in the office, didn’t you?”

“Yep. So does Kate, she doesn’t go anywhere without the pen I gave her.”

“That was you? She never forgets to ask for it back.”

“Yeah. I have a spare one in another limited color at my desk. Do you want it?” she asked. The question felt like a test but also something deeper. A door was opening, and Price knew there was only one right answer…he was done fighting it.

“Yes, I’ll take it,” he said, holding out his hand to her. “Let’s drop the file off and get your pen refills.” Stella stared at his hand, swallowing nervously. She was still afraid of touching him after the spark a few weeks ago. Price debated on taking his hand back, but the thoughts vanished when he saw her tentatively reaching out until she finally took it.

“Let’s go,” she said, smiling nervously. His hand felt comforting in hers, much like his current smile.

Meanwhile, deep in the pit of her stomach, a dormant butterfly woke up with a small flutter.

Chapter 16: Retail Therapy

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Stella and Price let go of each other quickly after she got up from the table, awkwardly leaving the restaurant and heading to the office. After securing Graves’s contract in the correct department, they went up to the top floor to turn off their systems and head out for the day. After everything was shut off for the way, they left the building with Stella leading the way to the store. Price had sent Kate a text to let her know Stella was taking the afternoon off because of the lunch with Graves. She was very understanding about the situation and was in complete agreement that the time off was completely warranted.

“Can you tell me how your obsession with pens got started?” Price asked.

“High school,” Stella answered. “It really flourished in college though.”

“How so?”

“I found a .3 pen in a bookstore and found a website that specialized in Japanese stationery,” Stella answered. “I was already taking Japanese at the time and during a research deep dive about pen nib sizes I found a documentary about them. It made my handwriting look neater, the color selection was insane, and the quality was unmatchable.”

“Interesting,” Price said as they continued walking. “What about the paper?”

“Oh. That’s so important. Certain pens won’t work with some papers and other pens will thrive in it. It’s all about the weight of the paper, the thickness, and texture, and so many little factors that can make a pen scratchy in one environment but flow smoothly in another,” Stella explained. “God, I’m probably boring you with this.”

“You’re not, keep going,” Price said as they arrived at the store.

“Really?” Stella asked, looking up at him.

“Yes,” Price said, glancing down at her. “It’s nice to hear you talk,” he said, watching as her cheeks flushed with color. She blinked away as they continued further into the store, Stella leading him toward the stationery section.

“Thanks,” she said, focusing on the pens. “So, this is my favorite pen,” she said, grabbing one.

“No it’s not,” Price said quickly. “Your favorite’s one with a yellow grip.” Stella stared up at him in awe, surprised he paid attention.

“It is, but the ink is from this brand,” Stella said, feeling a flutter in her stomach as she answered. “I just swap the ink cartridge or use a refill because the yellow pen’s got Pikachu in it.”

“Oh, well that makes sense.”

“Anyway, this ink’s archival, super rich, and it’s the one I use the most at the office. I write usually in black, purple, or blue.”

“I’ve noticed. So, what would you recommend for me? Other than the pen Kate uses that I have been planning to steal from her for months.”

“Even if it’s bright pink?”

“As you said, it’s the pen.”

“Pink would look good on you,” she teased with a giggle. Price shook his head, chuckling.

“You just had to say that.”

“So, aside from that one,” Stella started, still giggling. “I’d pick these for you to try,” she said, focusing and grabbing a few different ones in an array of off-black colors aside from black. “Test them out there, but they might work differently on office paper and notepads. I have a better quality notebook that I haven’t used in my desk you can take.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Stella said as Price started testing the pens out. “I have way too many notebooks in the first place.”

“I’ll take it then,” he said, seeing what she meant right away. “Bloody hell, that does make a difference.”

“Told you. Which ones do you like?”

“Almost all of them. Especially the fountain pen,” Price remarked.

“All right,” Stella said, grabbing the pens off his hands and grabbing a few for herself. “And a refill for good measure for you,” she mumbled to herself before walking off to another section of the store.

“You said your sister is in Japan, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you gone to see her?”

“No, I’ve never been to the country in the first place. It’s been a dream of mine for years, it’s just never worked out.”

“Why not?”

“It’s uh…” Stella said, biting the inner corner of her mouth. She swallowed nervously, not sure how to start. Talking about that ex hurt. He expected to be taken care of while she was doing all the work in Japan. Doing the absolute bare minimum and playing video games while she worked her ass off to thrive. It was painful. It was the main reason she gave up going. She didn’t want the extra baggage tagging along but didn’t feel brave enough to break up with him due to many other mental factors.

“Don’t answer that,” Price interrupted her train of thought as she tried to figure out where to begin.

“But-”

“It’s upsetting you,” Price said. “It can wait.”

“Okay,” Stella said, feeling relieved.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen.”

“I appreciate that,” Stella said with a small smile. Price placed a hand on her shoulder, and Stella felt the affection all the way through her. Such a minor gesture left her compelled to ask for more. Price noticed the subtle lean into him and let her lead. “Can I-?” She asked softly, the question hanging in the air.

“Whatever it is, the answer is yes,” Price said, consenting to whatever it was. Stella didn’t hesitate, wrapping her arms around him in a hug. He returned her embrace, closing his eyes as he felt his body ignite. Stella’s lone butterfly from earlier came back with its relatives, fluttering maniacally at finally being given affection from someone she was starting to feel attracted to again after suppressing it for months. Stella was the one who let go first, her cheeks showing her deep blush.

“Thanks,” she said softly, avoiding his gaze. Price reached out, tucking his fingers under her chin and tilting her face upwards to look at him. She looked nervous, but at the same time awed at what was happening.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“Starting to trust me,” Price said as he released her chin. Stella closed her eyes and nodded, realizing that he was right.

“I am,” she admitted softly. Stella opened her eyes and met his, something about the way he was looking at her sent her butterflies haywire. Like he was seeing the real her underneath all the snark and masks she kept putting up.

“Good.”

“Looking forward to you making a believer out of me, jerkface,” Stella said with a smirk.

“Oh, I will, sweetheart,” he said, watching her flush at the pet name. “You can bet on that.”

After Stella got everything she wanted, plus the pens Price liked, he walked her back to her building. The journey back was full of lively conversation, Stella explaining to Price more about her love for stationery and how she knew that if she ever went to Japan in person, she’d come back with a suitcase full of more stuff than she’d ever need in a lifetime…and would still probably buy more later.

“Thanks for walking me home,” Stella said as the stood before her building.

“Of course,” Price said, smiling at her.

“You really didn’t have to go with me to the store, you know,” Stella said.

“Why do you keep saying that? That I don’t have to do things for you or with you. You’ve said it at least twice today and once yesterday,” Price started. “Don’t give me the long answer, a short one will do.”

“Because I’m not important enough,” she said, pressing her lips together.

“Stella,” he started. The shortest answer was speaking the loudest, she was diminishing her worth. Dismissing herself as someone worthy of importance and value. Stella looked like she wanted to run and hide but hadn’t found the courage to. “What are your plans for the evening?” he asked, changing the subject. Now wasn’t the place or the time, though he desperately wanted answers.

“Stay in and get ready for raiding tomorrow. I have to catch up on my game, I’ve ignored it in favor of Laudna’s cosplay.”

“Have fun then. I’ll see you on Monday,” Price said, trying to figure out if it was okay to hug her again or not.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Stella agreed, itching to hug him again. She was touch-starved. Sure, friends gave her hugs and some minor physical contact but the one in the store had completely cracked her needy dam. Price watched her debate it, deciding to respect her space though still admiring how today Stella finally opened the door for him. It was an incredible opportunity and he wasn’t going to squander it. “Johnathan?” she called out as she finally decided to stay back. “Thanks.”

“Stella, don’t be so formal,” he said softly, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “John will do.”

“Okay. John, it is,” she said, her face flushed with color as she quickly scrambled back into her apartment. She watched the elevator doors close while keeping her eyes on Price. Her heart was racing wildly while her mind was telling her to go back and wrap herself up in his arms. He felt safe…and it was scary to think about. This felt different.

…and Stella knew, without a doubt, that the word truce was no longer needed.

After that Friday, Price, and Stella slowly got closer. Nothing too deep but enough that Kate noticed the difference. It was obvious to her that something was building between them. Price could’ve denied it until the end of time but it was clear. He lingered at her desk in the morning, and Stella would always include him in any lunch plans, now completely ignoring the places he didn’t like. Except for the Cuban or Puerto Rican food. Price found some favorite dishes from each one.

Most of their friends hadn’t noticed much because they never saw them together. Rose and Simon however, had definitely become aware of the shift. They never brought it up to Stella or Price but the duo always compared notes with any small detail they picked up. Simon had noticed that Price’s expression would soften if her name was ever brought up and Rose noticed how Stella was acting more like herself again. Her friend was coming back from the dark after being in a notable fog for seven months.

The weekend had passed and just as Price walked into the office, he noticed Stella’s desk was empty. As if she’d felt his concern, he got a text message from her.

Can’t come in today.
Sick at home.
I’ll be remote.
Text me whatever you need and I’ll get to it when I can.

Chapter 17: Sick

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Can’t come in today.
Sick at home.
I’ll be remote.
Text me whatever you need and I’ll get to it when I can.

Price read Stella’s text for the fifth time. From what he knew about her, she had no family in the state. She was stubborn and always refused help, as that was quite literally the argument weeks ago at Alejandro’s. Those little factors added up to one thing, she was home alone and wasn’t going to ask anyone to help take care of her.

“I’m working remotely today,” Price announced to Kate as she stepped in.

“Stella’s out too. Caught a nasty cold during the weekend,” Kate said as she continued towards her office.

“During the…?”

“Yeah, she’s been sick since Saturday night,” Kate said, watching Price tense.

Saturday. She’s been sick since SATURDAY!? And nobody has mentioned anything tome? Do they even know? Price thought. In their recent text conversations, she’d never brought up feeling sick. The stubborn girl probably thought she’d beat it before anyone would notice. Kate concealed her growing smile, noticing the concern in his blue eyes.

“Here’s hoping she’s better by tomorrow at the earliest,” Kate spoke, bringing him back from his thoughts.

“Right, hoping for that as well,” Price said, grabbing his things and heading out. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Kate,” he said as he entered the elevator. Kate smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Hope you don’t get sick too, John,” Kate mumbled, walking into her office.

Price stood at Stella’s door, letting out an anxious breath as he waited for the courage to knock on it. A kind older woman had opened the access door for him to step into the building when he mentioned he was there to check on Stella, who was sick and out of the office that day. He’d gotten the apartment number from Simon, who thankfully never asked any questions. Price knocked on the door after much debate, waiting for her to answer it and completely hiding out from the doorbell camera just in case.

“Emmy, te dije que estoy-” Stella’s voice said as the door opened. “John,” she said, stunned. “I told you I was remote…you didn’t have to come all this way for me,” she continued with a sniffle. Price studied her, seeing the real her for the first time. Stella’s brown hair was loose, waves cascading all the way down to her elbows. She was wearing a large sweatshirt with some sort of cartoon on it, at the bottom of it, some contrasting shorts were slightly peeking out.

“So this is the real you,” Price said softly. Stella’s cheeks went from rosy from her fever to a darker shade of pink, flustered.

“Uh, Price, why are you here?” she asked, covering her mouth as she coughed into the blanket she had draped over her shoulders. “Go home, you’re going to get sick.”

“Have you taken anything?” he asked, ignoring her statement.

“Just took some cold and flu medicine, I’ve been waiting for it to kick in,” she said with a sniffle. “I’m exhausted.”

“Go lie down. Eaten anything?”

“Not this morning. I’m low on food because I started feeling ill before I could get any,” she answered.

“Stella, go lie down. Don’t make me say it again,” Price said firmly.

“But-”

“Stella,” he said with a more menacing tone. She sighed, defeated.

“I’ll go to bed,” she mumbled, stepping away from the door. Price stepped into the modest apartment, seeing it faintly decorated. He closed the door behind him. Looking around, he saw photos of her with Emily and Rose, and a few more portraits of her and what he assumed was her family. Price continued further in, finding the kitchen. He then started to rummage around to find something to make for her, cursing at the sight of all the instant food.

“Do you have any food in this apartment that isn’t instant?” Price complained from the kitchen.

“No, I barely have time to cook lately since I’m working as a double assistant,” Stella replied from what he assumed was her room before she went off into a coughing fit. Price sighed, realizing that she had a point. With the extra added workload, she was probably bringing work home with her that wasn’t classified. He followed the sounds of her coughs to find her bedroom.

“Where are your apartment keys?”

“Hanging by the door on a dog’s tail,” Stella answered. “Why?”

“I’m going to get you real food,” Price said, watching her eyes widen in response.

“N-no, I can just order in. I’ve been doing that all weekend,” she said quickly. He sighed, pressing his lips together.

“Stella, you need real food. Not delivery.”

“You know you don’t have to be here, you can go back to the office.”

“Why are you refusing my help?”

“Because I hate bothering people,” Stella said, avoiding his gaze. It finally clicked why she was so adamant about refusing to ask for help and was always going out of her way to assist others. The more she kept busy, the less likely anyone would think she was a bother.

“You’re not a bother. I’m going to get groceries and cook for you. Stay in bed, and rest. Do you have a kettle?”

“No. I usually just microwave whatever I need to warm up or boil it on the stove.”

“That’s all right. I’ll be right back,” Price said, leaving her bedroom doorway and heading back towards the entrance. He noticed the dog’s tail hanger and grabbed the keys. “If you need anything, please send me a text,” he added, opening the apartment door and leaving.

Are you sure you want to do this?
You probably have way more important things than taking care of me
I won’t be offended if you leave

Stella, so help me God, stop fussing. Rest

Fine.
Can you get me a heating pad? The one I had broke

That’s better. Yes, I’ll get you a new one

Thanks

Price arrived at the pharmacy first, grabbing the heating pad, some stronger cold medicine, and a chocolate bar he’d seen her eat around the office.

At the market, he got ingredients to make soup along with some other groceries. He kept thinking back about how Stella had mentioned she didn’t want to be a bother. He cursed whoever made her feel like that then recalled a few things she’d said over the last few months.

“Kate, are you sure I’m not bothering you?”

“Sorry for bothering you...”

And many other iterations of the same f*cking phrase came to mind. And then one memory of something he said broke through, causing him to feel guilty.

“You’re such a f*cking nuisance, Stella,” he’d said to her on an especially irritable day.

‘f*ckin’ hell, I forgot I said that,’ he thought as he started back toward her place. He let out a sigh as a momentary cold breeze hit him. Fall was just starting to settle in.

Price arrived at Stella’s building a few moments later, getting in thanks to her keys. He stepped into her place, locking the door behind him. The apartment was still, quiet, almost exactly as he left it. Price headed to the kitchen first, dropping off all the groceries before heading towards her room. Stella had dimmed the lights to a soft red and was sound asleep, cuddling some sort of dragon pillow. He set the heating pad and medicine on the bedside table before he went back to the kitchen to start cooking.

“Stella, sweetheart, wake up,” a voice said softly, trying to wake her up. Stella stirred, groaning as she slowly opened her eyes.

“What time is it?”

“A little after two,” Price said, his voice a little closer. Stella’s eyes snapped open, and when she tried to sit up, fell back onto her pillow. “Don’t push yourself so hard. Let me help you sit up,” Price said, slowly reaching out and helping her prop up against some pillows and the headboard. “Comfortable?”

“Y-yeah,” Stella said, avoiding eye contact as she grabbed her phone and set the lights to a soft white. Price then set a small tray table over her legs that he’d found in the living room.

“Drink this,” Price said, holding out a mug toward her. “It’s lemon and honey, should be warm enough to drink but not enough to burn you,” he explained as Stella took it, carefully wrapping her fingers around the brightly printed ceramic cup. She took a sip, watching as Price set a bowl before her on the table.

“Wow,” she said softly. “Smells insanely good,” Stella continued, setting the drink aside.

“You need to cut back on the microwave food,” Price started. “And the food deliveries.”

“I’ve got so much work, I don’t exactly have the time,” Stella said as she had some of her soup. “Wow, this is incredible. Where did you get this?”

“I made it. I told you I was cooking,” Price said quickly.

“I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t hear you,” she said softly.

“Don’t worry about it, you were coughin' up a storm earlier.”

“Thank you,” Stella said as she watched Price sit down on her desk chair. It was catered to her size, so he looked gigantic in comparison. “This tastes amazing,” she complimented after a few more bites. “Wow. It’s been so long since I last ate anything that wasn’t done in 5 minutes by blasting heat onto it.”

“I’m going to take care of a few work things, finish that, and distract yourself with something else.”

“But-“

“Stella, stressing out over work isn’t going to help you recover faster. How much sleep have you been getting?”

“No more than a few hours every night,” Stella admitted. “Now that my Laudna cosplay is done and I don’t have any more planned for the moment, I have my usual workload and then everything I’m helping you with and the party. It’s a miracle I haven’t slept at the office yet,” she said with a feeble chuckle. Price sighed, shifting in her chair.

“Just focus on resting. You’re taking the day off tomorrow.”

“But Kate-”

“I’ll talk to her, she won’t mind. Now finish your soup. I’ll be right back,” Price said, getting up from his seat and leaving her room.

“Did you get the-”

“Check next to your bed, there is some stronger medicine for you as well. Take it with water.”

“Thank you!”

A few hours later, Price walked up to Stella’s room after working. He found her still sitting on the bed, playing with a handheld console. He leaned against the door frame, watching her. She looked better, hopefully with another day’s rest she would be completely back to full health.

“Stella,” Price said, causing her to pause whatever she was doing and glance at him.

“Going home?” she asked.

“No, I’m staying on the couch.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Stella reminded him. He sighed, shaking his head. Here she was again, trying to diminish her worth.

“Stella, stop reminding me. I know I can leave whenever I want, and I don’t have to do any of this,” Price started. “I want to be here. I’m staying to make sure you have someone to help you if you get worse during the night. That’s all.”

“Do you need an extra blanket?”

“Yes, where can I find them?”

“Hall closet,” Stella said softly.

“Thank you. I’m going to sleep, you should be getting some rest soon,” he reminded her.

“I will.”

“Leave your door open, I want to be able to hear you if you call for me,” Price said as he stopped leaning against the frame. “Good night, Stella.”

“Night, John,” Stella said with a small smile as she watched him walk away. She slowly sunk back down to her bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep a short while later. Something about all of this was making her happy, and she couldn’t quite figure out why.

Deep down, there was still a little thought nagging at her, refusing to go away until it got an answer.

Chapter 18: Delirious Burn

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While the couch was comfortable, it took him a while to fall asleep. He’d taken off most of his clothes, resting in an undershirt and his boxers. At some point in the night, Price heard shuffling in the apartment and sat up immediately. Stella needed to be sleeping. The sofa groaned as he stood up, navigating the living room under the dim light. A few moments later, he heard footsteps headed towards his direction, and recognized the messed-up Stella standing at the entryway.

“Price?” she grumbled, sounding vaguely annoyed.

“I’m here,” he said, slowly approaching her. “What’s wrong?”

“Why did you hate me?” she asked, co*cking her head to one side. He blinked a few times, stunned at the question. He had an answer but he was confused. Why was she asking this now? It didn’t make any sense. This was a conversation that they would’ve reluctantly had to have later but not at this hour.

“I’ve never hated you,” he said, watching her closely. “Stella, what’s going on? Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?”

“Why did you treat me like sh*t?”

“I didn’t like you. It’s not the same thing as hate.”

“Why didn’t you like me? Is it because I’m too much?” she asked, her voice breaking. Price immediately moved closer, even more concerned. “I am too much, aren’t I? I f*cking knew it.”

“No, get that out of your head,” Price said quickly. “You’re never too much.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and cursed. He moved that hand to her forehead and started to panic. “You’re burning up.”

“Then why?”

“Stella, your fever. It’s back.”

“Why didn’t you like me?” she whined.

“Because I was afraid of you,” he finally answered her. He swallowed, nervous. Price had never been able to admit it out loud. Not to the team, not to Kate…to anyone. Let alone himself.

“Afraid of me?” Stella asked. “I’m harmless.”

“Not to my heart,” he said, cursing himself for the slip.

“I’m confused. I’m tired,” she continued. Price scrambled to look for the thermometer in the dark and found it, quickly turning on a light. Stella groaned and squeezed her eyes shut as he took her temperature.

“One hundred, Stella, we need to go to the hospital.”

“No,” she whined. “I took fever medication…I’m fine…it’s about to break.”

“How long ago did you take them?”

“Ten minutes ago?”

“You need to be in bed!”

“No! I want to understand. What did you mean by that?” she said protested groggily.

“Stella, are you a sleepwalker?”

“No, I’m half-asleep. I act like I’m drunk,” she said before groaning. “I have no filter right now.”

“You need to be in bed,” Price sighed, scooping her up in his arms and starting towards her room. “Stella, you’re on fire.”

“I’m cold,” she whined. He set her down on the bed, quickly covering her up. “Why are you still here?”

“Stella, do you know where you are?”

“Yes, I’m at my apartment,” she answered. “You’ve been with me most of the day.”

“Good, what day is it?”

“It’s Monday. Or maybe Tuesday if it’s past midnight. I didn’t see the clock when I got up.”

“What’d you have for lunch?”

“Soup,” she answered. “Why are you asking me all these questions?”

“Because you were delirious a moment ago, wanted to make sure we didn’t have to run to the hospital with you because your fever is just shy of 103.”

“I was? I can’t remember. What did I say?” she asked, dopey.

Thank heavens she’s not going to remember that. I don’t think I’d be able to live it down if she does, Price thought. “Something about a witch queen?” Price offered. He’d heard that phrase a few times from Gaz and the rest of their friends so he went with the safest thing.

“f*cking Savathûn,” Stella grumbled. Price chuckled, still worried about her temperature.

“I’m going to get some cold water and a towel to help bring your fever down faster.”

“Okay,” she mumbled. Price got up and quickly headed to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of ice water and grabbed a new towel from the hall closet. He arrived at the bedroom to still hear her mumbling to herself about the witch queen.

“I’m back, sweetheart,” Price said softly. He knelt down beside her, dipping the towel in the ice-cold water and softly patting her forehead.

“Why are you still here?” she whispered again. “You don’t have to be. I’m not -”

“Stop that,” Price said, placing the towel over her lips and silencing her.

“What?” she asked as he removed the towel and kept softly patting her face.

“Diminishing your worth,” he said, dipping the towel back in the bowl of ice water.

“But I’m not worthy of anything,” she whined as Price wrung out the cloth over the bowl. “I’m not important.”

“Who broke you?” he asked in disbelief as he heard all of her negative self-talk mumblings.

“My dad at first,” Stella answered as he dabbed her forehead a little more. “And then a few exes,” she continued. “I’m too much, too needy, too weird, too loud,” she rambled. “And then there’s the guy who keeps disappearing on me. Stringing me along for over ten years after we almost got together twice in the early stages. Always telling me that I’m the one that got away from him. Last year he finally told me he loved me and wanted to date me even if it was long distance. Pursued me for four months…and then he went *poof*,” she said with a soft squeak at the end. “Only for me to see him with a new girlfriend by December, drinking egg nog, coquito, and wearing matching pajamas. That put me in my place and reminded me I’m only temporary, not worth any effort,” she said with a sigh. “Thank you for taking care of me even though I’ve given you every single way out,” she said softly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart,” Price said, watching as her expression visibly relaxed. “I was never going to leave,” he said, gently cupping her cheek. “Stella?” he called out after not getting a response. “Stella?” he tried again, this time a little louder.

“Let me sleep,” she whined, turning to her side and clutching her dragon. “I don’t wanna talk anymore.”

“Looks like the medicine kicked in.” He placed the towel back in the bowl and checked her temperature once more. Thank goodness, the fever’s down, he thought. Price slowly gathered everything and headed back to the kitchen. It was impossible to deny he cared for her. He wouldn’t be a nurse like this to just anyone. He was angry at those men who hurt her, in disbelief that her own father was the first one responsible. Things slowly fell into place, the overreaction to the soda can, self-deprecating, reducing her worth, refusing to ask for help…

There was a broken little girl inside of her who had been let down so much that Stella struggled to believe she was worth anything, let alone loved.

He lay back down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, his heart hurting for the broken woman in the other room who couldn’t see how wonderful she was.

Chapter 19: Recovered and Still Stubborn

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The next morning, Price woke up on the couch to the smell of food. He slowly sat up, wondering what could be happening. Stella was supposed to be in bed, resting. Price was half-dressed, buttoning up his shirt as he made his way to the kitchen to see her at the stove, wearing a new sweater but the same shorts from yesterday. Her hair had been wrapped into a messy bun, some stray hairs peeking out. Her hair was wet as if she’d showered recently.

“Morning,” Price said, watching her turn around. A beautiful smile graced her lips, and he felt his breath taken from him for a moment. “You look much better.”

“I feel better. I think my fever broke late last night, finally,” Stella said, holding out one of her many cartoon chipmunk mugs he’d seen yesterday toward him. “English breakfast?” she offered. Price nodded, taking the cup from her hand. He brought it to his lips, taking a small sip. It was prepared exactly how he always took it, not very sweet. “Good?”

“Perfect,” Price said with a small smile. Stella’s face scrunched up slightly in joy as she got back to what she was doing. She doesn’t remember a thing about what she said last night, thank goodness. As much as I’d like to ask about her feeling unworthy…it’s better if I don’t. She’ll throw me out. I’ll wait until she’s ready to talk about it.

“I’m making scrambled eggs, should be done in a few. Thanks for the groceries.”

“You’re welcome,” Price said, taking a seat at her small table. He watched her work away in silence, noticing that her energy was slowly coming back. If she took today to rest properly, she’d be back to normal by tomorrow. Stella set a plate before him before offering a fork, which he took with an appreciative smile. “Smells good,” he said, taking a bite.

“Nothing like your cooking, but decent. My baking’s better,” Stella said as she sat down to eat her own breakfast.

“Soap never shuts up about your cookies.”

“He has a point,” Stella said with a small laugh. “My cinnamon chocolate chip cookies are a labor of love. I have to really care about someone to make those.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because I’m a mood baker. And those don’t always make the rotation,” Stella explained. Price nodded in understanding as they continued to eat silently.

“Thank you for breakfast, sweetheart,” Price said as he finished his meal. “I’ll be back tonight to make you dinner. Make sure you eat the soup in the fridge for lunch,” he continued as he got up. “I’m going to my place to take a quick shower and go to the office. You stay in and rest. Keep yourself off all work systems. I’m also taking your keys.”

“But-”

“Stella,” he said firmly. “I’ll take your spares too if you keep being stubborn.”

“Fine,” she relented. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“You better be in bed the next time I text you,” Price said as he took all their plates to the sink.

“I will be,” Stella said, getting up from her chair. “I’m about to take another dose of medicine before I do. Happy?”

“You have no idea,” Price said, leaving the kitchen. “See you tonight,” Price’s voice echoed as she heard the front door open and close. Stella cleaned up the kitchen and took her over-the-counter medication before crawling back into bed, fighting with the butterflies that surged in her system again.

Are you still in bed?

Yeeeeees 👿

Good
Only get up to get lunch and then go straight back

Jesus, you’re so bossy

I have to be or you won’t listen
Stubborn girl

Fair point

How are you feeling?
Cough?
Fever?

Coughing a little. No fever
It definitely broke late last night

Thank heavens for that
Let me know if you need anything and I’ll grab it for you

Are you sure? I don’t want to inconvenience you

You’re not an inconvenience
Do you want anything?

Can you bring me another chocolate bar?
I just polished off the one I found in the fridge

Sure

Thank you!😊

That night Price arrived at Stella’s place with an additional bag of groceries. He saw that most of the apartment lights were dimmed, which he took as a sign that she’d listened to him. Price put her keys back in the dog tail and walked to the kitchen. He set the bag down and walked to her room, seeing her awake and still playing with the handheld console.

“Good evening,” Price said, leaning against her door frame.

“Hey,” Stella said breathlessly, smiling.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better. I should be fine by tomorrow. The extra day of just resting has helped me so much mentally. Thanks,” Stella said softly.

“I’m going to start dinner. Don’t come to the kitchen until I call for you, all right?”

“Yes,” Stella said. “I might finish the game then. Emmie recommended this one,” Stella said, holding the device up.

“Enjoy,” Price said as he left the room and started towards the kitchen. He immediately started pulling out things from the bag, like fresh focaccia he’d gotten from a nearby Italian market and a brand-new carton of eggs. Price got to work cooking, cursing a little at how small her kitchen was compared to his place. ‘Next time, we’re having dinner at my place,’ he thought, then catching himself. Yeah, next time at my apartment. Only if she says yes.

“Price?” Stella’s voice called out.

“Yes?”

“Can you bring me some water please?”

“Be right there,” he said, washing his hands and preparing a glass of water for her. He walked over to her room to see her on her computer, headset on. “Stella-”

“What? I’m about to raid with our friends. You told me to wait for you to call me to the kitchen, no?”

“As long as you’re not working,” he said, striding over to her and setting the glass on a flower-shaped coaster he noticed on her desk.

“I won’t touch anything work-related until tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes, thank you. Enjoy your game,” he said, leaving the room and heading back to the kitchen. He could hear her cursing and laughing while playing as he worked, her joyful giggles filling the apartment. Price desperately wanted to see her play, especially with how much she was celebrating whatever she was doing.

“Holy sh*t! My damage numbers are insane. Gaz what the f*ck? How did you get a negative number!?!” Price stopped short for a moment, shaking his head. “Soap, you got me killed three times, that’s why you don’t have any boss damage you, idiot. Stop getting in my way when I have the f*cking Gally,” she said, laughter filling the whole apartment again. “Simon, your skill never ceases to amaze me. So, do we try again? Dale.” Price put the lasagna in the oven, setting the timer on his watch. He grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and walked over to Stella’s room, seeing her focused on the monitor. He sat down next to her, causing her to look over her shoulder and smile at him before focusing back on the game.

Price kept his eyes on the screen, watching Stella press keys constantly as her character strafed, dodged, and caused damage to the boss. He noticed the yellow bar at the bottom go down considerably, especially after Stella’s character fired off a purple bow shot.

“He’s tethered! Get ‘im!” Stella cried as he watched other characters charge. He saw names above each character’s head and recognized some of them. ‘ScotishScrubber’ was definitely Soap. ‘PrincessThorn’ was Rose. At the pace the characters moved on the screen, it was hard to read the rest. The yellow bar at the bottom moved down quickly until suddenly they all died. “sh*t! That was good!” Stella said, taking a deep breath. “What happened then? Oh, shoot. Okay, we can do this! We’re almost there.” Price watched her with a smile, enjoying this view of Stella in her natural habitat. “One sec before we try again,” she said, raising the microphone off her headset. “Is this boring to you? I can stop if-”

“Stella, don’t worry about me. You almost had him that time,” Price encouraged her.

“Okay,” she said, lowering her microphone again. “Good to go! Let’s do this!” Price caught her username on the stats screen, ‘Starlight’, very fitting for her. As they tried the boss fight again, they did just as much damage as before. It looked to be a better run until they wiped once more. “sh*t,” Stella said, sighing. “Do you guys want to try one more time? I-”

A loud alarm interrupted her, startling them both.

“One second,” Stella said, muting her mic again and turning to Price. “Do you want me to go to the kitchen with you now?”

“No, it’s all right,” Price said as he got up. “I need a few more minutes to set up, try it one more time. You’ve got this, Starlight,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. He noticed her cheeks flush with color as she smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be there once I’m done,” Stella said. Price nodded and left the room, carrying the chair with him. She felt the goddamn butterflies in her stomach once more. “Puta madre.”

“Stel?” called out a voice on her headphones.

“Sorry!” Stella said, after lowering her mic. “It was just my dinner alarm.”

“Oh? Wait, Stella,” Emily started. “Yes or no, is Price there?”

“Yes,” Stella said, hating this line of questioning.

“Did he make dinner?”

“Yes. Can we drop it and try the encounter again, please? I want to get Rose her goddamn Mythoclast,” Stella said, pressuring to change the subject.

“But-”

“Em, love, you’re upsetting Stel, stop it,” Soap's voice cut in, interrupting his girlfriend.Thank you, Johnny. I don't need 20 questions right now.

“Fine,” Emily huffed into the call. “Let’s do this then.”

“Ready!” Stella said with a grin. They reloaded into their instance and started the boss fight once more, tackling the same strategy they’d been adopting but watching carefully. It took them a few more damage rounds than planned but they were able to complete the encounter and get their loot. “What’d you get Rose?”

“Not the exotic but still, a good roll on the armor.”

“That’s great. We can try again for this next week. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Rose replied. “Go have dinner Stel, hopefully, it isn’t cold by now.”

“It was in the oven for a while so…I think it’s still pretty warm. I’ll see you guys around later hopefully.”

“Later,” chorused the voices on the call as Stella disconnected from the game and the server. She got up slowly, placed her headset back on the desk, and plugged in the charger before she walked over to the kitchen. She arrived to see Price sitting at the table, food untouched.

“Did I take long?”

“No,” he answered. “You’re just on time,” he added with a reassuring smile. “Did you get the boss?”

“Yes we did,” Stella said, sitting down across from him. “What are we having?”

“White lasagna, fresh focaccia, and a side salad,” Price said, starting to serve her a plate.

“My favorite from Ale’s?”

“My menu item at Alejandro’s,” he said, stunning Stella. “As made by me, which is definitely much better,” he said, setting the plate before her. Stella nervously took a bite, closing her eyes and releasing a soft moan at the taste.

“Holy f*ck,” she expressed, making him laugh. “You made the sauce from scratch, didn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s why it took a while.”

“You didn’t have to go through all this-”

“Stella, I’m going to stop you right there,” Price said as he finished serving up his own plate. She pressed her lips together, anxious. “Don’t finish that sentence. It’s no trouble at all. You need to stop thinking you’re a bother. You’re not, trust me.”

“Okay,” she said with a soft nod. “Thank you, for this,” Stella said softly.

“Much better,” Price said, smiling at her slightly. “Now eat up, you’re going to have enough for the rest of the week.”

“I certainly will,” she said as she smiled back.

“So, little thrill-seeker,” Price started. Stella smiled as she ate, enjoying the sound of that nickname. “You said you like roller-coasters.”

“I do,” Stella replied. “I got that from both of my parents,” she continued. “The adrenaline rush, wind in my hair, going fast. I love all of it.”

“How many theme parks have you been to?”

“Not as many as I’d like,” Stella answered. “I’ve been to a few but there’s a list.”

“You have a list of coasters or parks?”

“Parks.”

“Tell me about it,” Price asked as they continued to eat.

“So, I’ve barely left the US and PR. The farthest I’ve been was Italy when they won the world cup,” Stella started.

“That must’ve been incredible.”

“It was, I left my flip flops in the hotel lobby due to the excitement to celebrate in the street,” Stella said with a giggle. “I did get them back though.” Price chuckled, picturing it. “Anyway,” she said, biting her lower lip as she readied her next words. “There are places in South Korea and Japan I want to see but I first want to start with Florida.”

“Why?”

“This is all probably going to sound stupid to you,” Stella said, looking down at what little was left of her dinner.

“It’s not, just say it,” Price encouraged her. She looked up, seeing his genuine interest in those blue eyes.

“I uh, want to revisit a specific place and change my bad memories of it to good ones,” she said finally. “It’s stupid.”

“No, it’s not,” Price said, watching her body language carefully. She clearly didn’t remember anything about last night, and he was not going to bring any of it up. He wanted her to be the one to talk about it for now. They weren't 'there' yet. “If you want to talk about it, I’m willing to listen.”

“So, it’s Disney,” Stella said, embarrassed.

“Surprised but not at the same time.”

“I was a kid, and I really wanted to go. My parents fought the whole time, dad wouldn’t stop complaining, and my sister got sick,” Stella said with a sigh. There was a lot more to the trip but that was the gist of it. “It was a bad birthday trip. I’ve been eager to go back and see the place as it is now. Make better memories.”

“Does anyone else know?”

“Rosie,” Stella said. “She’s a fan, even has a pair of mouse ears for me to use for when I do go.”

“Why haven’t you taken the trip?”

“Because I haven't found the right person to make the trip with if you know what I mean,” Stella said, finally eating the last bite of her dinner.

“I do,” Price said, watching as she got up and started clearing up the table.

“Thanks for listening.”

“Of course,” he said, watching as she continued to clean up after herself. Once she was done, she leaned against the counter, smiling at him. Everything about this moment felt intimate and she was enjoying it. “I forget you all play together sometimes,” Price chimed in a moment later, cutting the comfortable silence.

“Yeah, we’re in the same guild,” Stella said, watching him as he finished his meal. Price got up and put his dishes in the sink before starting to clean up. He then stored the remaining lasagna in the fridge after wrapping the tray in one of Stella’s beeswax wraps. “Emmie and I have played for years, her friends in PR don’t play with her. Rose, we met in a forum some years back. When Em met Soap, he really got into it. Gaz was super quick to teach him about the game because he was playing it already. He just needed a group.”

“And Simon?”

“Anything Rose does, he does too,” Stella said with a small smile. “Except concerts. He leaves that to us,” she added with a small chuckle. “Which we definitely don’t mind. Those concert weekends are the best. We get to scream, dance, and make really good memories from seeing our favorite bands.”

“That sounds like a good time,” Price said as he finished cleaning up.

“It is,” Stella said, biting her lower lip. “Are you planning on going to any football matches?”

“Not at the moment, busy,” Price said, smiling at her. “I appreciate you using the correct word.”

“I meant American Football,” she said with a wink. Price groaned, shaking his head.

“Dammit, Stella,” he remarked.

“Gotta keep you on your toes, John,” Stella started. “Don’t want you getting tired of me.”

“Not possible, sweetheart, doubt I could get tired of you,” he said. Thick tension filled the room at his bold admission, and Stella’s heart started to beat faster. He walked over to her, seeing the color rushing to her cheeks as he got closer. “I need to go,” he said, looking regretful. The longer he stayed, the more he was worried he’d spill out loud. Last night had left him feeling extremely vulnerable, and while Stella hadn’t mentioned it yet…he was worried about it coming up.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Stella said softly, slowly getting up. Price grabbed his things, slowly starting towards the front door. They stopped in front of it, Stella watching as he slowly opened it. She grabbed her spare keys from the hook, her heart racing even faster because of the decision she’d just made.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the office,” Price said as he stepped out of the apartment.

“Y-yeah,” Stella stammered. “J-john,” she continued. He turned his gaze towards her, seeing her flushed cheeks. Her hands were holding onto something tightly. Stella then reached out and took one of his hands in hers, shoving the keys in before releasing him. Price glanced at the keychain, his blue eyes meeting her brown ones. “For emergencies,” she said, swallowing nervously.

“Thank you,” he said, putting her keys with his.

“No, thank you for taking care of me. I really appreciate it,” she said, letting out a nervous breath.

“You’re welcome,” he said softly. Price wanted to walk away but something about the current moment was keeping him tethered to the ground, waiting for whatever it was.

“I hope you don’t get sick from this,” Stella said softly. Quickly reaching up and pecking his cheek. She was back at her previous spot in a flash, her cheeks redder than before. “Good night, get home safe, John,” she said in a rush before closing the door. Stella buried her face in her hands, nervously digging out her phone to look at the doorbell camera footage to see if Price had left. She watched him stand in front of the door in awe, before gently placing two of his fingertips where her lips had brushed him. His lips curved upwards slightly as his gaze focused back on the door. She watched him stand there, still smiling before he turned around and walked away. Stella’s heart was still pounding in her chest, feeling like she’d done the stupidest thing in the entire world but upon seeing his reaction…maybe it wasn’t.

Good night, starlight. See you tomorrow

She sunk down to the floor, clutching her phone to her chest. Something about those words stirred something deep in her, which she tried very hard to push down.

Please let me know when you get home

I’ll do you one better

*John Price has started sharing location with you*

Thank you

Sweet dreams, Stella

You too

Chapter 20: Back to Work

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Price struggled to fall asleep that night after getting home. His mind kept replaying an array of moments of the last two days. The admission that he’d never get tired of her, everything he’d finally owned up to while she was delirious with her fever, how beautiful she looked as herself, Stella giving him a copy of her keys, and most of all…the delicate brush of her lips against his cheek. Price could still feel it hours later.

Price sat up in bed, deciding he needed to go for a walk clear his mind…and he knew exactly who to call for a moment like this.

“Price?” Simon’s voice answered on the first ring. “It’s late, what is it?”

“I need an ear.”

“You’re lucky I’ve got two,” Simon said quickly. Price scoffed with a light chuckle, shaking his head.

“Rose asleep?”

“Yeah. Was about to go for a walk.”

“Mind some company?”

“Not at all,” Simon answered. “I’ll be at your building in a few minutes.”

“Thanks,” Price said as he got up and got dressed in something comfortable. He kept glancing at his phone, wondering if he should check in with Stella and make sure she was okay. After finally deciding not to, he headed downstairs to wait for Simon to arrive.

“Is Stella better?” Simon asked as he arrived. He was wearing a dark facemask along with a beanie for the chill night air, much like Price had.

“Yes, Her fever broke sometime last night. She spent today resting and recovering mentally,” Price answered. Simon nodded, leading Price toward the nearby park so they could walk together.

“How do you feel after all that?”

“Exhausted, but also enlightened.”

“You know you two aren’t on a truce anymore by now, right?”

“Have you and Rose been comparing notes?”

“Be thankful it’s her and not Emily,” Simon said.

“Small favors,” Price remarked.

“So, what’s got you bothered?”

“I…like her.”

“Price, we know. Except for Johnny. He hasn’t noticed yet. What’s the problem?”

“I’m her superior.”

“While I see where you think that, it’s Kate. Sure, you’re above her in position, but Kate is above you both,” Simon said. “When she had that meeting with you and Stella, she gave you both an order, right?”

“Yes,” Price answered.

“Then you two are currently partners working together. Sure you’re asking her to get things done, but it’s because you’ve worked on a project like this before and she hasn’t,” Simon explained. “And to be fair, she’s taught you a thing or two as well. I heard the story about the Christmas decorations,” Simon added. Price groaned, recalling that disaster.

“They looked the same to me.”

“You learned something new that day, didn’t you?”

“I certainly did. Pay more attention to colors,” Price laughed. Simon chuckled, noting the marked difference in him. Simon had been waiting for this change since he learned about the truce. After a few moments of silence, as they continued forward, Simon brought up the other thing he’d noticed.

“I’ve never seen you so anxious. It’s interesting. What is it?” Simon asked. Price sighed, thinking about all the different things running through his mind. He wanted to know how to help her better, and where to even begin with the idea of pursuing something deeper with her.

“How have you all managed with her?” Price asked to start with. That was the most pressing matter at the moment.

“We love her. Try to be there as best as she allows and most importantly, respect her boundaries, even if she’s a bad liar.”

“I tore through them these last few days.”

“Because deep down, she wanted you to. She gave you every single way out and you stayed,” Simon said. “How did she thank you?”

“I have a copy of her keys…and she kissed me on the cheek,” Price answered.

“Bloody hell.”

“What?”

“You should’ve opened with that.”

“It matters, doesn’t it?”

“Very. Stella’s let you in,” Simon answered, emphasizing the last word. “This is beyond pushing her boundaries and staying Price. This is serious. The only other copy of Stella’s keys? I have it.”

“Not Rosie?”

“Because Stella knows she goes where I go,” Simon explained. Price bit his lip appreciating Simon’s answer. Now armed with the information that Stella had let him in, the next question was easier to ask.

“So, how do I pursue her?”

“Carefully. She’s had a lot of heartbreak,” Simon started. “You need to make her feel safe, and let her take care of you a little bit. Not big things but like, making you tea for example. Like she does for Kate every morning by getting her coffee. The safer she feels, the more comfortable she’ll get. She’s going to resist you every step of the way and she going to fight it herself more than you. It’s going to be frustrating but when she’s ready, she’ll let you know.”

“In any other circ*mstance, would you have picked her?” Price asked, noting how Simon worded his statement.

“No, Stella was never made for me,” Simon said, smirking under the mask. Ask me, Price. Do it.

“Who was she made for?” Price asked. He was terrified of the answer but was ready to live with it. Simon was a good judge of character, he trusted his input above anyone else’s.

“You.”

The next morning, Kate and Price bumped into each other at the elevator. He’d finally been able to go to sleep after his talk with Simon, finally having a clearer picture of what to expect and should do. Kate looked relaxed and studied her friend closely, noting a slight tension about him that he was trying to hide.

“She’s here already,” Kate said, seeing him relax notably. “She texted me that she was eager to get back to work.”

“Good,” Price said as the elevator arrived at the top floor at last. The doors opened and Stella was standing at her desk…

…in a dress.

“Morning!” she cheered at Kate and Price. “Your coffee and pastry are at your desk. The girls gave me an extra cookie for Olivia. They got a generous tip as a thank you.”

“Wonderful. I’ll see you later for the management meeting update.”

“I sent you my notes so we can go over each bullet point,” Stella said.

“Amazing, wonderful to have you back, Stella,” Kate said with a smile as she headed to her office and closed the door behind her. Price took the moment she was talking with Kate to carefully study her body, lingering longer at the legs she’d been hiding for months. Every inch of her was as stunning as the woman inside he was getting to know. The black dress was criminal on her, hugging her waist and flowing out to slightly below her mid-thigh. She was wearing boots today, the kind of shoes that he’d definitely expected her to wear during her downtime. Nothing delicate like the heels she usually put on.

“Good morning, John,” Stella greeted with a soft smile. He smiled back at her, keeping his focus on her rosy cheeks and certainly not on the small peek of cleavage her dress was allowing. “I got you tea and a croissant. They’re at your desk.”

“Thank you,” Price said. “While I enjoy the tea from the bakery, I do have a favor to ask. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Sure,” Stella said. “What is it?”

“I very much enjoyed the way you made my tea yesterday morning…if you don’t mind doing that instead,” he said softly. Her cheeks flushed, her smile sending his heart racing. Bloody hell, that f*ckin’ smile.

“I don’t mind at all. I think it’s the colorful mug,” she teased.

“You have one of those chipmunk mugs here too, don’t you?”

“I have two,” she said with a giggle.

“That works,” Price said with a smile. “I’ll see you later.”

“See ya,” Stella said as Price walked back to his office and sat down at his desk. He glanced up to see Stella going around her desk to sit down. As he reached over and grabbed his pastry, he noticed something scribbled on a post-it right below the confection.

Thank you for staying.

The note was unsigned but he recognized that bubbly script anywhere. Price smiled once more as he pocketed the memo, glancing up at her. There was a small smile on Stella’s face as she typed away on the computer, focused.

At the end of the day, Price watched Kate speak with Stella before leaving. Once the coast was clear, he slipped off his jacket and walked over, clearing his throat. Stella looked up, and Price held back the smirk on his lips as he noticed her brown eyes take him in without the jacket before finally making eye contact.

“Hey,” she said softly. “What’s up?”

“Are you staying much longer?” Price asked.

“No, actually. I have to meet Rose and Simon downstairs in twenty minutes,” she said, getting up from her desk and picking up a duffel bag he’d just noticed.

“It’s not Thursday, and your game nights are usually Fridays now that your regular game started…what are your plans for the evening?” He asked, curious.

“Uh…let me get changed and I’ll tell you,” Stella said, her face flushed as she disappeared into the nearby bathroom. He waited at her desk, curious as to what she was getting ready for. Very few things came to mind, and Halloween was closer but not enough. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

f*ckin’ hell, Price thought, seeing her step out of the restroom wearing black leggings, and sneakers, and as he continued to look up, he saw another tattoo on her torso. The phases of the moon trailed up her side. The last part of it was hidden under a black sports bra, beneath a crop top. There was a slight belly on her stomach, adding more to her realness. Her arms were also exposed, revealing the forearm ink he hadn’t been able to see since he’d met her. It was taking all of his self-control to not sink his teeth into her and mark her as his.

She was succeeding in making him desire her more though, as evidenced by the slight erection he was feeling in his pants. The woman has a body that’s a work of art and every single thought I’m having is certainly not appropriate right now. Bloody hell.

“I have a dance class,” Stella said, smiling nervously through her blush as she grabbed her cardigan from the duffle and slipped it on.

“I didn’t know you danced.”

“I stopped for a while,” Stella replied. “I didn’t feel like I had the energy to do it anymore.”

“I’m glad it’s back,” Price acknowledged, trying to keep his hardening dick under control now that Stella had covered herself up. “I didn’t know you had a second tattoo,” he remarked. Why did I pick that!? Of all the bloody things to talk about , Price thought, mentally smacking himself.

“Oh,” Stella said with a sheepish smile. “I got it a few months ago. Before I started here, I wanted to celebrate new beginnings,” she said, her voice trailing off. “It was a bumpy start though,” she added with a smirk. Price shook his head, understanding exactly what that meant.

“I’ll have to agree. What about the ink on your forearm? May I see?”

“Y-yeah,” Stella said with a blush. She rolled up the sleeve of her cardigan to show an array of flowers with a black line interwoven around them. Just below them, in cursive that he recognized as similar to her writing were the words ‘ shine just the way you are .’

“Beautiful,” Price said, walking over and gently grabbing her wrist to get a better look. “This is a magnificent piece.”

“Rose designed it for me.”

“I can see her signature right there,” Price said, signaling to a tiny little ‘R’ with a heart. “Did she design the other one too?”

“No, it was me. She helped very little,” Stella said, looking up from her tattoo to Price. He was close enough for her to smell the remnants of his cologne and it was sending chills down her spine. His blue eyes were still focused on her ink, his forefinger tracing the black line and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

“Thank you for showing them to me,” Price said as he released her wrist. Stella smiled, taking a step back and feeling like she could breathe again. He smirked, he was slowly becoming increasingly aware of how much his presence was affecting her the closer he got. Desire was slowly stirring in her and he could see it faintly in her eyes. On cue, her phone rang loudly and cut through the tension.

“That’s them now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow. Have fun.”

“Don’t stay up too late,” Stella said as she quickly grabbed her things and started out of the office.

“I won’t.”

Price lied. He did stay up late, but it wasn’t working. He kept fantasizing about a tattooed brunette with the body of a goddess…

It also didn’t help that Simon sent him a video of the dance class performance just to f*ck with him.

Chapter 21: 404 Stella.exe Has Stopped Functioning

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Every morning since he asked, Price would always arrive at his office to see a cup of English Breakfast tea sitting at his desk in one of Stella’s mugs. He still had no idea how she knew exactly how much sugar to add, but it was always perfectly semi-sweet. She never missed.

That Monday morning had been particularly hectic. He was being pulled in fifteen directions at once. The phone never stopped ringing. The top floor seemed to be in absolute chaos. In the midst of a particularly intense phone call, Kate burst into his office, startling him and causing him to spill the lukewarm tea all over his shirt.

“John, I need a favor,” Kate started, stressed out from her own hectic day.

“Bloody hell, Kate!” Price complained.

“I’m so sorry,” Kate said, realizing what had happened.

“You were saying?” Price asked, getting up from his chair and taking off his jacket.

“The fundraiser this weekend…”

“For that senator, yes,” Price started, glancing at the invitation that was peeking out under a stack of books on his desk. “What is it?”

“I’m not going.”

“What?”

“I need a break.”

“Then have Stella go in your stead,” Price said, cleaning up the mess his spill had caused.

“She can’t. She’s got a wedding that night,” Kate countered. Price sighed, hating the idea of having to attend a political event and kiss ass.

“Fine. I’ll go,” Price mumbled.

“Thank you,” Kate said.

“Was that it?”

“Yes. That was it. Now I’ll be able to relax and take a small vacation.”

“Well-deserved,” Price acknowledged.

“Thank you. You should take one soon. You look like you need it,” Kate remarked. “Stella does too,” she added.

“I don’t know what you’re implying, Kate. I would appr-”

“I’m not implying anything. Just stating a fact.”

“Your facts are noted, Kate,” Price said. He watched her walk away, his long-time friend smirking as the door closed behind her. The man sighed as he glanced down at his shirt, assessing the damage. From the looks of it, the shirt was salvageable. He carefully unbuttoned it, slipping it off before wringing it over the trash can for any excess liquid. Thankfully I have a spare in here somewhere, Price thought, rummaging through his desk to find it. There we go, he thought, unfolding it and starting to put it on.

“Hey, John,” Stella started, the door to the office opening as she walked in. “I got your email but I think something’s wrong with your attachment. It -” she stopped short, watching him slipping on the sleeves to a new shirt. Her face flushed at the sight of his nude upper body. Oh, f*ck! Stella thought, quickly covering her face with her tablet. “Uh, I’m sorry. Uh…” she said, causing Price to chuckle.

“Stella? Are you alright?”

“No,” she squeaked.

That was too f*ckin’ cute, Price thought, walking over towards her. While this was unexpected, this was the perfect moment to mess with her. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re…” Stella started. “Argh!” struggling to find words for her current thought processes other than ‘Holy f*cking sh*t, why do I want that? Is that a f*cking happy trail? God smite me now for I am having sinful thoughts of this man. I’m not religious but HOLY f*ck. WHAT IN THE NAME OF ADONIS!?’ Price laughed now, while he really wanted to read her thoughts, he could only imagine the animated expressions she was making behind her feeble cover judging by the stream of flustered grunts and groans. This was perfect. He closed the door, watching how Stella carefully covered her peripheral vision so she wouldn’t look at him. “Please button up,” she requested.

“You like what you see?” he teased her.

“N-not the point!”

“If you’re that flustered, it is.”

“Price, just button up, please?” Stella whined. He pretended to do as asked, eager to see her face flushed again.

“All done,” he said, watching as Stella carefully peeked over the edge of the tablet.

“You liar!” she cried, covering her face again, redder than it was a moment ago. Price threw his head back as he roared with laughter. Stella whimpered, making him stop short.

Those noises. f*ck. Trying to keep myself under control will be damn near impossible if she keeps making sounds like that, Price thought. “Stella?”

“Yes?” she replied, panting. Price grunted, trying to keep himself grounded. He kept reminding himself she wasn’t ready, that she needed more time, and the current situation was complete evidence of the fact. He quickly buttoned up his shirt, hoping he hadn’t pushed her too far.

“There,” he said, watching as she lowered the tablet one last time. Stella’s panting calmed down but she was still avoiding eye contact. “With a reaction like that, I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed the view.”

“You jerk!” Stella said, smacking him on the chest with her free hand. “Oh,” she said, her face flushing again. “That was muscle,” she continued she said weakly, stunned.

“Yes, I still train. Are you alright?” he asked.

“Y-yeah,” Stella said.

“Mostly truthful,” Price remarked.

“God,” Stella groaned.

“Yes?” he said with a smirk. Stella huffed combined with a whine as she tried to avoid his gaze. He watched her struggle to speak for about a minute before speaking again. “Good heavens, I broke you.”

“Yes,” she said finally, clutching onto her tablet tightly. “Um, uh…”

“Work, you said something about an attachment?” Price offered.

“That! Yes, thank you,” Stella said, trying her hardest to stop thinking about how chiseled Price’s chest was, how impossibly small his waist was, the trail of hair that definitely needed to be thrown into the back of her mind and never be brought up again.

“Stella?”

“Sorry,” she said, snapping back to reality at the sound of his voice. God, I’m pathetic. I do not need to be thirsting after this man. No matter how safe he makes me feel, Stella thought, looking back down at her tablet. “Your attachment didn’t open.”

“Oh, bloody hell,” Price mumbled. “I know I did everything right to send it. It opened just fine a moment ago,” he said as he walked back to his desk.

“Let me check then,” Stella said, walking with him and setting her tablet down. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Price said, folding his arms across his chest. “You can take my chair,” he said. Because if I see you bending over my desk, we’re both looking at an HR violation. “I got the tea out of it.”

“Okay,” Stella replied as she sat down and scooted over to the desk. “The file’s open,” she started while focusing on the computer. “Wait, why is it saving it as that file type?” she spoke, her hands working away at everything quickly. “There we go.”

“You got it?”

“I did, it was most certainly a user error. Don’t blame you,” Stella teased with a small smile.

“Have you had any of those?”

“Yeah, but mine can break a whole computer, not like this.”

“Thank you.”

“I just sent the file to myself. I’ll print it out and make your copies. Need anything else?”

“No, that will be all,” Price answered, watching her get up and grab her tablet. “Feeling calmer?”

“Yes, I am,” Stella answered. “Next time, give a girl a warning, will you?” she added with a small giggle.

“I don’t think I will. I very much enjoyed seeing you riled up,” Price teased. “I’m flattered you enjoyed the view,” he added with a smirk. Stella glanced to the side, covering her lips with her fingers as she fidgeted nervously.

“I guess I can’t lie my way out of this one.”

“Glad you’ve noticed.”

“Yeah, I enjoyed the view. It doesn’t change anything,” Stella said.

Oh, it very much does, sweetheart. One of those whimpers was needy, Price thought. “Whatever you say,” he said with a dismissive shrug.

“I’m gonna go,” Stella said, pressing her lips together as she turned around slowly.

“Stella?”

“Yes?” she called out, refusing to look back at him.

“Thanks for the laughs.”

“Oh, f*ck you!” she yelled, opening the door and slamming it behind her. She could hear him laughing in his office, and she groaned loudly as the image of him shirtless was bonded to memory now. He heard that too because he laughed even harder through the door. God, I need to get laid. That might help me get my head on straight, she thought, struggling to shake the fantasies that were starting to stir. They hadn’t hugged since that day in Kinokuniya, but she hadn’t stopped wanting a repeat of it.

Now knowing what he looked like under all those dress shirts, she was desperately thinking about how it would feel to have him on top of her, kissing her, tasting her, everything beyond a friendly hug.

I need to stop thinking about it. f*ck.

“Stella?”

“Hmm?”

“You said that out loud,” Price’s voice cut in from the doorway to his office. She closed her eyes and groaned into her hands. She was completely wrecked for the day. He chuckled, amused at her distress.

“I need the Earth to open up and swallow me whole,” she mumbled. Price walked over and placed a hand at her shoulder, immediately sending goosebumps all over her. Stella let out a deep sigh, looking up at him and waiting for him to speak.

“Do let me know if I took the teasing too far.”

“You didn’t. It’s just been a day,” Stella said, shaking her head.

“I’m inclined to agree. Do you have time to talk about the Christmas party? I know I almost f*cked up the decorations and the furniture rentals but we were able to fix that.”

“Yeah. We were,” Stella said with a small grin. “Uh, we still have to pick out the employee gifts, how much food we need to order, and the amount of alcohol we’re going to need…if I recall correctly. Wanna meet next week?”

“Works for me.”

“Great. Since it’s not super pressing, we can discuss it after hours.”

“Perfect,” Price said with a smile. “For the record,” he added, releasing her shoulder and heading towards his office again. “I enjoy the view I get every day from my desk.” Stella squeaked, covering her flushed cheeks as he continued towards his desk with a smug grin. He left the door open, watching as she remained still for a few minutes before going back to work. There was a notable spark in the way she carried herself for the rest of the day…

And he was proud to be the one who put it there.

Chapter 22: Yet Another Accident, This Time With Praise

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It was Friday, a few days after the shirtless incident, early in the evening just shy of clock-out time when Price noticed Stella was missing. Her stuff was still at her desk so he knew she hadn’t left yet. She wasn’t answering her phone either.

“Kate, have you seen Stella?” Price asked as he walked into her office. She was packing up, getting ready to go.

“I think she’s in one of our lower levels decorating for Halloween,” Kate answered. “I saw her a while ago coming back for more tape. Why?”

“Some numbers aren’t adding up in the proposal,” Price said, it wasn’t exactly a lie. Something was up with a report she’d submitted and it didn’t line up with the information he’d gotten from the manufacturer.

“Did you try her phone?” Kate asked.

“Yes, no answer,” Price answered. “I’ll look,” he said. “Have a good night, Kate,” he added.

“You too, Price,” Kate said as he left. He took off his jacket considering the hour and threw it onto his chair before looking for his keycard. Price headed for the elevator, rolling his sleeves as he started looking for her.

He finally found her a few minutes later, standing on a ladder as she was hanging some pumpkin streamers. She’d taken off her skull-printed cardigan, hanging it over one of the cubicles. Today’s dress was a stunning blue sheath dress which looked like it had been painted on over her curves. Price drank in the sight of her legs.

“Stella!” he cried, getting her attention. “What in the bloody hell are you doing? You could get hurt!” he said, quickly approaching her.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Stella said, looking over her shoulder at him. “I just wanted to hang these up in time for Halloween next week.”

“Why didn’t you ask for help?”

“Because the interns aren’t approved to have overtime until next month,” Stella said as he approached her. “I wanted to get this done now.”

“You could’ve asked me,” Price said, trying his hardest to not sound upset at her.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” she said softly.

“Stella, I told you you aren’t one,” he asked.

“I can do this on my own,” Stella persisted, as she started down the ladder and safely stood on the carpet.

“I always forget how short you are,” Price remarked as he watched her move the ladder a little further down the aisle.

“Shut up,” Stella said, grabbing some tape off the dispenser and starting up the ladder again.

“Stella, can you stop doing that? I’ll do it for you,” Price said as he stood behind her, holding the ladder in place.

“No. I’m lighter. I can do this,” she insisted, hanging another part of the streamer up into the ceiling. “And don’t look up my skirt.”

It’s a little too late for that, sweetheart, Price thought, having already accidentally snuck a glance. That ass. f*ckin’ hell.

“I’m trying not to,” he teased.

“Pervert,” Stella said, throwing a wad of paper at him. He chuckled, keeping his gaze on the carpet to avoid further trouble. The black star-adorned lace panties she was currently wearing kept flashing through his mind. He found himself also wondering if she had a matching bra on. “I’m coming down, step back,” she said. Price did as asked, following her around as she hung up two more segments without incident. “Okay,” Stella started. “Move please?” she requested. Price took a step back and all hell broke loose when Stella missed a rung. “f*ck!” she cried falling backward. Price noticed immediately and caught her before they both tumbled to the ground. She landed sitting sideways between his legs, while he fell similarly.

“Are you hurt?” Price asked.

“Does my pride count?” Stella said, making him laugh. She laughed alongside him, the tension in the air thickening. Once their laughter died down, Price reached out and cupped her cheek, delicately turning her to face him. He noticed the way her face flushed at the contact, wondering if she felt the same he did when their bodies connected. Stella closed her eyes, leaning into his hand with the faintest sigh, when he had a thought.

You’re touch-starved, aren’t you? Price thought, watching as she caught herself and pulled away.

“Just your pride?” Price teased.

“Y-yeah,” Stella stammered, quickly scrambling away from his lap. “J-just my pride,” she said, swallowing nervously. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” Price said as he watched her slowly get up and dust herself off. “How many more streamers do you need to hang?”

“Two more on this floor. And then the floor below us.”

“Leave them for the interns,” Price said, groaning as he got up. “I came down here to ask you about the numbers for the missiles in the proposal. Mine don’t match yours,” he said, catching as Stella’s eyes scanned him. Her eyes lingered a little longer than normal on his exposed forearms, and he had a vague idea of what she was thinking. He found himself wanting the same thing. Desperately.

“They don’t?” she asked after finally processing what he’d said.

“Where did you get them?”

“From the military,” Stella said, kneeling down to grab the remaining streamers. “Where did you get yours?”

“Manufacturer,” Price said, suddenly getting an idea. “Stella, if they’re not adding up…”

“Something’s wrong. We’re gonna have to figure this out.”

“Indeed,” Price said. “Can you stop with the streamers? Leave them for Monday.”

“Price, it was just one fall.”

“Stella,” he said sternly. “I don’t want you getting hurt. Let someone else handle it. You come back upstairs with me so you can grab your stuff and go home.”

“John, are you-”

“I’m not firing you over this,” Price reassured her. “Don’t be anxious,” he said, speaking calmly to help her stay grounded.

“How could you tell?”

“Small ticks and fidgets you do,” Price answered her, surprising her. “You look tired. You need the rest.”

“I’m fine,” she lied.

“Stella,” he said firmly, almost like a growl.

“Okay, I am a little tired.”

“Good girl,” he said, almost cursing himself for saying it. He was about to take it back when he really looked. Her face was flushed, her breath had hitched, and something that looked vaguely like desire flashed in her eyes. f*ckin’ hell, if that ain’t a bloody turn-on, he thought. She likes praise? f*ck me.

“I’ll see you Monday,” Stella said quickly, grabbing her shoes and bolting to the elevator.

“Stella, wait!” Price said, chasing after her. She was faster than he was, the doors closing just before he could push the call button. “f*ck!” he cursed, pushing the button and getting on the next available elevator. When he reached the top floor, her stuff was gone. He panted, replaying her reaction over and over in his mind. She liked it. Stella bloody liked it. God, I hope I didn’t push her fifteen steps back over this, Price thought. It was useless to stay at the office any later but there was one more thing he needed to do.

Hang those f*cking streamers.

Chapter 23: A Fundraiser and A Wedding

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Price sighed as he stood in one of the many ballrooms at the fanciest hotel in the middle of the city, seeing it full of people. Turnout was better than he expected for the fundraiser. Everyone was dressed to the nines and holding very expensive liquor as they greeted each other with air kisses and long drawn out ‘oh it’s so good to see yous.’ He glanced around the room, avoiding his table while swirling his drink and brooding in the corner. Price shifted his focus towards the hallway, seeing kids running around outside. He was certain this fundraiser was an adults-only event, so they had to come from somewhere else. As he kept his eyes on the stampede of children, he noticed one of the girls had on a flower crown. They looked like they were dressed up for something…like a wedding.

As Price continued to examine his surroundings, he noticed a vision from his recent fantasies. Her stunning floor length forest green gown complimented her skin tone perfectly. The dress's daring open back was held in place only by thin shoulder straps and a tiny string that came together in a bow in the middle of her beautiful back. Her brown waves were swept over to one side, giving him the urge to reach over and plant a gentle kiss on her shoulder to see if her skin was as soft as it looked.

He didn’t notice he was moving on instinct, striding over to her slowly. The kids came back, accidentally bumping into her, causing her to stumble.

“¡Oye! Watch it!” Stella cried, falling forward slightly. Price reached out, grabbing her arm carefully and feeling his entire body ignite once more at the physical contact with her.

“Perdon,” one of the kids cried as he continued to run away.

“Steady,” he said, helping her stabilize. He heard her gasp softly, slowly looking up at him. “Are you alright?”

“John,” she breathed, her cheeks flushing as the memories of the night before came to mind. “Y-yes,” she said softly as she tried to calm her beating heart. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I didn’t know your event tonight was also at this hotel,” he said, watching as she turned around to face him. God, what I’d do to her in that dress, he thought as he took her in. She smelled divine, as usual. He'd noticed that Stella wore a variety of perfumes, and they all had notes of vanilla. The sweet scent brought to mind memories of cookies and pastries, and the kind gestures of the beautiful woman before him, and it would always be his favorite.

“I forgot the fundraiser was here,” Stella admitted, her cheeks still flushed. “It must be pretty boring if you’re here with me.”

“It is, but I’d prefer to be here with you regardless. You’re good company,” Price said. Stella smiled slightly, taking this compliment better than many of the ones before.

“You too,” she said softly, fidgeting with her necklace.

“Where’s Rose? Or Emily?”

“Uh, neither of them are relatively close to this friend. I was,” Stella answered. “We met in college and hung around similar geek circles,” she explained. “She was the one who got me into cosplay.”

“Is she still doing it?”

“Oh, yeah, she’s huge on the scene,” Stella said.

“What are you doing out here and not at the reception then?”

“I needed a breather. Too many of her relatives trying to catch up on my life.”

“Why is it their business?”

“Latinos,” Stella explained. “They always want to know the latest gossip. Most of them anyway.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that from Emily.”

“She takes after her gossipy aunts, that’s for sure,” she added with a giggle. Price chuckled in complete agreement.

“Stella,” Price said, clearing his throat. “Sweetheart. You do know why I haven’t apologized over last night.”

“Yeah,” she said, pressing her lips together. “Because I can’t f*cking hide my reaction.”

“Not at all. I’d give a lot to see you react like that again,” Price admitted. Stella glanced up at him, and let out a shaky breath, before turning her face away at his intense stare.

“Use your words, darling,” he said.

“Don’t ever call me that. Don’t like it,” Stella said quickly, still avoiding his eyes. Price then remembered the oily pet name coming from Graves’ mouth.

“My apologies, poor choice of words, what would you prefer I call you instead?”

“Well, I enjoy sweetheart plenty,” Stella said as he noticed her face redden. “And uh, being called starlight also makes me happy. Um…and well, you figured out praise last night,” she added, fidgeting slightly with her hands.

“With a reaction like that,” Price said, smirking.

“Yeah,” Stella said with a nervous laugh.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll do it more often,” he said, carefully gauging her reaction to his words. Her responses were encouraging so far. He hoped their relationship was still on track. Price was relieved he didn't have to spend the whole weekend worrying if he'd set them back.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, John,” Stella said, breathing heavily now.

“Who said I was playing?” Price asked huskily. Stella’s eyes then widened and he noticed how she visibly shrunk.

“What’s he doing here?” she asked softly.

“What is it?” Price asked, growing more concerned by the second. “An ex?”

“Sort of,” Stella said. “He’s talking to someone but won’t stop staring at me,” she said, her hands visibly shaking.

“Starlight?” Price questioned gently, covering Stella so she would stop looking at who was causing her to react like that. He then set his whiskey glass aside, focused entirely on her. “Who is it?”

“It’s this guy who ghosted me last year. He’s strung me along for over ten years, calling me and telling me all these sweet things, and then at some point last year, he told me he loved me and that he wanted to try being with me even if it was long-distance,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Price cursed mentally, he knew the rest of the story. “He disappeared on me four months later,” Stella said, her voice trailing off. “I cried for a week.” Now that part, he didn’t know.

“Stella, eyes on me,” Price said, reaching out and tilting her chin up so she could meet his eyes. “What do you feel when you look at him now?”

“Angry,” she said, a stray tear spilling out. Price reached over to his whiskey glass and took the napkin beneath it, softly dabbing her eyes dry.

“No tears, come now,” he said softly, being careful with her makeup. “I’m here.”

“Did my mascara run?” she asked softly.

“No,” Price said, releasing her chin. “Your makeup is still spotless.”

“Thank you,” Stella said with a small smile.

“That’s it sweet girl, smile,” Price said, his eyes darkening slightly. Stella’s breath caught as their eyes locked, warmth flushing to more than just her cheeks. “Beautiful.”

“Thank you, I mean it,” she said softly, smiling a little wider. His thumb lightly grazed her lips, parting them slightly. The tension was thick and palpable, and Stella was finding herself yearning for him with every inch of her. “This stopped being a truce a long time ago.”

“And this isn’t friendship either,” he said, his hand trailing away from her chin. His touch left a fire in its wake as he reached the back of her neck and pulled her just a little closer. Stella gasped, anticipation shining in her eyes.

“What are you gonna do?”

“At the moment, just this,” Price said, leaning down and pressing his lips against her cheek. Stella whimpered, closing her eyes as he released her.

“Stella!” called out a voice, interrupting them. Price saw her tense immediately, trying to make herself small again. His response was instantaneous, sliding an arm around her and pulling her close to him. She gasped, her entire body turning so a hand rested against his chest.

“You lead.”

“Why me?”

“Because I know you can do it, I’ll back you up,” Price said as the man approached.

“Stella, you look so good,” the ‘ex’ said as he finally reached them. He then took note of Price, scanning the imposing former captain from head to toe. “Who’s this? I thought you didn’t have a plus one. At least that’s what Laura’s sister said.”

“He just happened to be here at a work event,” Stella said. Price kept a hand at the small of her back, softly rubbing small circles at the exposed flesh. He felt her melt under the comfort, leaning back towards him. “We just bumped into each other.”

“Known him long?” the unnamed ex asked.

“Yes,” Stella answered. “About a year almost.” Not exactly a lie, can get away with this one. “Ricardo, what do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk,” he said. “We were always really good at that,” Ricardo said, with a slight sneer at Price. “I’m single.”

“What happened to your latest girlfriend?” Stella asked.

“She was asking for too much,” he answered flatly. “She wasn’t you.”

“Well, you had your chances. Multiple,” Stella said, now fuming even more.

“I’m sorry about last year. I got really busy.”

“Yeah, but you still had enough time to date someone new after ghosting me,” Stella snapped, pressing her lips together.

Atta girl, Price thought. Let him have it. He has no power here. You do.

“Look, I was just lonely, she was there,” Ricardo started as an excuse.

“That doesn’t help your case. In fact, it makes you look worse. Besides, it doesn’t f*cking matter. I moved on. So should you. That’s why I blocked you.”

“Oh, so that’s why I haven’t seen you around? Why would you do that?”

“Because I got tired of being your tool for self-validation. It’s been over ten years. You were never going to commit to me,” Stella said, her eyes filling up with angry tears. “Go, run back home with your tail between your legs. And tell your spies to back off. I’m having a word with Laura about this.”

“Come on, Stel.”

“Back off,” Price said firmly. Stella looked up at him to see his face contorted in annoyance, directed at Ricardo. This felt reminiscent of her lunch with Graves, but deeper. “She doesn’t belong to you,” Price growled. The hand at her back shifted to wrap around her waist, where Price gripped it firmly enough to prove his point.

Holy f*ck. I am both extremely flattered, and horny. f*ck , Stella thought, panting slightly.

“So she’s yours then?” Ricardo spat.

“She belongs to herself,” Price said with a dark smirk, glancing at Stella. “I’d be lucky if she chooses me,” he added. Stella swallowed nervously, her cheeks flushed at the idea of belonging to him. Price caught that and the way her eyes shone slightly at the suggestion.

“Stelly!” called out a feminine voice. Stella stopped glancing at Price to see the bride quickly approaching her.

“Laura,” Stella breathed, being released by Price as she embraced her friend. “Congrats! Marrying a man who treats you like his whole world, living the dream.”

“Indeed,” Laura said as she hugged her friend back. “Look at you! I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Me too,” Stella said, smiling.

“And who’s this?” she asked, glancing at Price.

“I’m John Price. Nice to meet you,” he said, introducing himself. “I’ve been seeing Stella recently, and just happened to be at a work event right down the hall.”

“Nice to meet you,” Laura said. “Ricardo, I told you Stella was off-limits.”

“But your sister…” Ricardo started.

“Is going to have a very stern talking to from me. Stella, dinner should be served soon. John, you’re welcome to join if you’d like. Ricardo, you’re coming with me.”

“No,” he complained.

“Alexander!” Laura yelled. At the sound of that name, Ricardo scrambled. “The wedding asshole strikes again. See you later!”

“Later,” Stella said, visibly relaxing. “Thank you,” Stella said, turning towards Price.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he replied, smiling at her. “You were incredible.”

“I was, wasn’t I?”

“Indeed. Come here,” Price said, gently taking her by the wrist and leading her away from all the noise and crowds to a secluded corner that nobody was watching. “A little privacy is in order.” He pushed Stella against the wall gently before looming over her, elbow resting above her and protecting her from any more prying eyes or exes. She started fidgeting with her necklace, looking up at him. “It seems you like the idea of belonging to me,” he teased with an eyebrow raised.

“Y-yeah,” Stella stammered, feeling weak in the knees at his tone. God. He’s trying to devour me with that look…and I’m tempted to let him.

“Am I making you nervous?”

“A little,” she admitted, panting.

“I’m going to ask you a very serious question, and I expect an honest answer, do you understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“How long has it been for you?” he asked. Stella didn’t need any more details, she knew what he meant. The tension of the last few weeks had stoked long-cold embers into a fire within her.

“Five years.”

“Five bloody years?” he whispered incredulously.

“Yes.”

“No wonder you’re touch-starved,” he whispered.

“Don’t remind me,” she whimpered, breaking eye contact.

“Stella, I -”

“I’m not some pity f*ck,” she cut him off before he could say anything.

“You’re anything but that, sweetheart. You’re magnificent and deserve to be worshipped like the masterpiece that you are,” Price said, reaching over with his free hand and cradling her jaw in his fingers. He carefully turned her to meet his eyes again, and Price could see the internal struggle in hers. Stella’s brown eyes showed that she very much wanted him but she was fighting herself every step of the way.

“Tell me I shouldn’t want this, please,” she pleaded softly with a whimper.

“I can’t.”

“John, why not?”

“Because I want it too,” he breathed, slowly leaning down and pressing his lips against the corner of hers. He pulled back, seeing the desire for more flare in her eyes…but she was still conflicted. Price wanted for Stella to give in completely and she wasn’t there yet. “You’re still fighting it so, here’s what I’ll do, I’m going to give you space and head back to my event. Please let me know when you get home, alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Stella said softly. She let out an exasperated whine, realizing her slip. Price chuckled, his breath hot in her ear as he leaned in once more.

“That word sounded beautiful escaping your lips,” he teased in a husky whisper before turning around and walking away. With every step he took further away from her, his inner voice screamed to turn back around. As much as he wanted to slip his tongue into those deliciously parted lips, he knew that Stella wasn’t ready yet…

…but she was about to be.

Chapter 24: Make Me Feel Like Somebody

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Stella watched him walk away, winded. The idea of Price giving her space hurt. After having him so close, the cold air where he had stood chilled her to the bone.

Her mind was racing. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her breath caught in her throat. A deep ache settled between her thighs. Tonight Price had lit a fuse with his touch. Stella could still feel the brush of his lips near hers. The small of her back was still aflame from the light brush of his thumb comforting her while she was in distress. She could still feel the heat that radiated off him when he leaned into her ear, the way she fought to not melt under his lips. On Monday she’d felt a spark of desire and again last night after his praise. It had left her restless as she kept trying to imagine something other than being wrapped up in his arms as he devoured her lips with his.

Nobody had ever made her feel this wanted and respected her space. Stella couldn’t deny her attraction or her physical need for him any longer.

I can’t do this. I can’t stay here. f*ck dinner, Laura will understand, Stella thought, pulling her phone out of her dress pocket and quickly sending out a text. I f*cking hate weddings anyway.

Meet me outside in 20
Please

Price looked at the text, smiling. He pocketed his device and looked out into the hall, watching as Stella left the wedding reception with her coat hanging from her forearm. He didn’t need to wait 20 minutes.

Price had greeted everyone he needed to see for the fundraiser, staying any longer was useless. He left his whiskey glass at his table, gathered his jacket, and swiftly followed her down the hall. He was able to find her quickly among the crowd of people there for both events, watching as she slipped her coat on and stepped out into the cold city street. Price draped on his jacket before exiting. This was the moment he'd be waiting, working, wishing for.

She was fidgeting, nervous as she kept her hands on her phone, waiting for a text back.

Look up

Stella looked up from her phone to see Price slowly and deliberately walking down the steps. His eyes bore into hers, setting her heart racing again. Finally, he stood before her.

“Did you mean it?” she asked, locking eyes with him.

“What out of everything?” Price asked with a smirk. He watched her press her lips together, struggling to speak. “Words, Stella. Use them.”

“Any of it.”

“Sweetheart, I meant every single word. Tell me, what do you want?”

“I want you to worship me,” she said, tears stinging in her eyes. “Make me feel wanted, please,” Stella pleaded, her body desperately craving his touch. She bit her lip, trying her hardest not to cry in public because the need was becoming too much to bear. Price leaned in to whisper in her ear again, making sure nothing looked too intimate for their current surroundings.

“Such a good girl, using her words to tell me what she needs,” Price whispered in her ear. He pulled back slightly, watching her closely. There was a blush on her cheeks, and she closed her eyes as she breathed deeply, grounding herself. Once she felt calmer, her brown eyes opened and met his.

“Is your place close?”

“Yes,” Price said with a smile, offering his arm to her. Stella linked her arm with his, comforted by the minimal contact for now. “Let’s go,” he said as he led the walk to his apartment. “On our way there, I’d like to know what you’re okay with,” Price started. The quicker her boundaries were set, the smoother the night would go. After fantasizing about her for weeks, he wanted to take his time and didn’t want to miss anything she could possibly want. “And what isn’t okay,” he watched as Stella bit the inner corner of her mouth, thinking.

“I uh,” she started, focusing on the ground before her as Price continued to lead. “Please don’t ask me to reciprocate anything…” she continued, feeling embarrassed about even asking for something like this. Price sighed, pressing his lips together.

“I swear, the list of exes I have to murder is going to be long, isn’t it?” Price asked. That helped relieve Stella’s nerves, making her giggle.

“Maybe,” she answered. “You know what I’m trying to say?”

“Yes, I do,” Price said, meeting her eyes briefly. “You don’t have to worry about that with me. All I want is for you to enjoy yourself. Nothing else is expected from you.”

“Wow,” Stella breathed as he focused back on the street. “That’s certainly refreshing,” she said, feeling her nerves calm just a smidge more.

“All your exes sound like selfish boys.”

“They certainly were,” Stella said as they arrived at his building. She looked up, stunned. It was one of the best apartment buildings in the city. “Woah. The building alone makes my apartment look like a shoebox.” Price chuckled at her awe, carefully guiding her past the doorman. They stepped into the elevator before he pushed one of the buttons for one of the higher levels.

“Is there anything else that you’d like to tell me?”

“Well,” Stella swallowed nervously. “Now that we’re not out on the street,” she continued, her nerves starting back up. “This doesn’t exactly happen all the time but I don’t want to ruin your sheets.”

“Oh, sweetheart, they shamed you for that too?” Price asked.

“N-no. Not exactly,” she answered. “It’s more that I don’t want you to get upset if that happens.”

“That wouldn’t upset me at all,” Price said as he reached out and took her hand in his. He laced his fingers with hers and brought their hands up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her fingers. “In fact, that would be wonderful. Have you make a mess all over my bed? That’s the thing my fantasies are made of,” he said as his gaze darkened. Stella’s cheeks flushed with color as the elevator continued to rise. “If it’s too much or you need to breathe, ask, don’t be afraid to voice anything for me. I’ll slow down where you need me to,” Price said, watching as every single word he said affected her. While Stella no longer had any hesitation, she was still very much nervous. With everything he was saying, her body relaxed more.

“Thank you,” Stella said softly as the elevator finally stopped. They stepped out into the hall, their hearts racing almost in unison with anticipation for what was to come once they crossed the threshold. Price unlocked the front door and let her step in first. “Wow,” she said, taking in the apartment. It wasn’t as colorfully decorated as hers but she could see the distinct touches that marked this place as uniquely his. “This is stunning,” Stella said, slowly reaching down to unbutton her coat.

“No,” Price said quickly. “Let me,” he continued, standing before her. Stella dropped her hands as Price carefully undid her coat, slowly sliding it off one arm, and placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder before removing it from her form. Stella’s cheeks reddened at the gesture, closing her eyes and relishing the warmth that radiated through her. Price hung her coat nearby before he started to take off his.

“No,” Stella said quickly as she walked over to him. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Price said, smiling at her. She slowly reached out and helped him take off his jacket, biting her lip as her hands brushed his shirt. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” Price said, helping her. Once she was done, Price took the outerwear from her hands and hung it where it belonged.

“One more thing,” Stella said, swallowing nervously. She watched his expression narrow and she giggled. “It’s not an ex-boyfriend story. It’s something I want to clear up for you so it’s not lost in the heat of the moment.”

“What is it?”

“I have a current IUD,” she said softly. Price let out a soft growl at her words, his primal instincts kicking in.

“Thank you for that bit of information,” he said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her toward him so their bodies were flush together. “Unexpected, but very much appreciated. I didn’t want to pry,” Price said, watching her carefully. He could still feel her nerves, much like his. “Do you need a moment to collect yourself?”

“N-no. The nerves aren’t going to go away until we actually…you know,” Stella said softly. “Start.” Price chuckled, deep, throaty, and sent chills down her spine. He cupped her cheek, lightly grazing her skin with his thumb.

“So, telling you to relax will be useless right now,” Price started, watching as she leaned into his hand and closed her eyes.

“Yeah,” Stella breathed.

“One reminder, sweetheart,” Price said huskily.

“Yes?”

“I’m in no rush to finish, don’t worry about me. We have all night,” he said as he slowly leaned in. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Stella whispered, feeling his breath on her lips.

“Good girl,” Price purred as he finally closed the remaining gap and kissed her. Stella returned his kiss desperately, wrapping her arms around his neck and threading her fingers into his hair. Price growled between kisses, relishing her touch as he guided her to the nearby wall and pinned her against it. “You kiss like a dream,” he panted, breaking the kiss to catch his breath.

“Get back here,” Stella breathed, pulling him back down to her lips with his tie. Price smiled as he kissed her again, enjoying every little noise she made. He grabbed a handful of her ass and groaned into her mouth, feeling her melt under him. Stella gasped as he ground himself against her, letting him deepen the kiss. Price’s tongue darted inside, tasting her at long last. “f*ck,” she panted as Price pulled away for another breath of air. He rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily in desire.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispered.

“You taste like whiskey,” she teased. Price chuckled, stepping away from the wall and holding out his hand.

“Shall we?”

“Yes,” Stella said, placing her hand on his as they continued further into the apartment and towards his bedroom.

“How attached are you to the dress?”

“Plenty, I made it,” Stella answered.

“Beautiful work,” Price complimented as they arrived at their destination. The floor-to-ceiling curtains were open, allowing the faint lights of the city below to cast a soft, warm glow over his bed. Stella slipped off her heels, calmer now. “I’ll take care in removing it,” he said, slowly walking around her. “May I?”

“Yes,” Stella answered softly. He first pulled apart the tiny bow over the middle of her back, pacing a gentle kiss between the crook of her neck and shoulder. “There’s a zipper on the skirt.”

“I see it,” Price said, lowering it as he continued to press soft kisses on her shoulders. He stopped for a moment as he finished the zipper, admiring her matching forest green lace underwear. “This ass, f*ckin’ hell, Stella…” he said, sneaking a hand into her skirt and gripping a cheek tightly. She gasped, feeling the color rush to her face. “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he whispered. He released her luscious curves before slowly reaching up and sliding the thin straps off her shoulders, letting the gown pool to the ground. Stella instinctively tried to cover herself up. Price delicately wrapped his fingers around her wrist, shaking his head as he moved her hand away. “No hiding from me.”

“Sorry,” Stella said softly.

“Don’t apologize, just a reminder,” Price said as he drank her almost naked form in. “You truly are a work of art,” he said, as he ran a hand up her side. Stella shivered under his touch, her breath catching in anticipation as she waited for him to continue. His touch was soft as he traced the ink on her torso, carefully following the outline of each lunar phase. Their eyes locked once more and Price captured her lips again in another kiss. She was needier this time, undoing each one of the buttons on his shirt feverishly. Price let her, unbreaking the kiss as he helped her take his shirt off. Her hands explored his chest with feather-light touches over his muscles. Price reached down and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. He walked over to the bed, lowering her gently onto the mattress. “Lie back, use the pillows. I’ll be right there,” Price whispered as he broke away from her lips to finish undressing. Stella did as asked, watching him under the dim lights.

Her heart was racing but it was no longer nerves, it was anticipation that was surging through her veins. As she watched Price at the edge of the bed, her breath caught as she admired every bit of his upper body. His chiseled chest, the trail of hair that had been playing in her imagination all week, and his powerful arms and hands she'd been wanting to hold her for longer than she cared to admit. A soft groan escaped her as he removed his belt and pants next, leaving only his boxers, where she could clearly see his strained erection. Stella involuntarily licked her lips at the sight of it, catching Price’s attention.

“Like what you see?” he teased her, his voice deep.

“You know I do,” Stella purred. He chuckled darkly, climbing onto the bed.

“So honest. Such a good girl,” he said as he reached her. Her beautiful brown eyes, burning with deep-seated lust, caught his gaze. “If you need to catch your breath, say so.”

“Yes, sir,” Stella said softly. With that, Price closed the gap between them and kissed her deeply. Her body was still buzzing with desire. She arched into his chest as he wrapped an arm around her and cupped her breast with his free hand. Stella gasped into the kiss as he carefully squeezed the plush softness before paying attention to the stiffened peak, twirling it with his fingers. Price deepened the kiss once more, feeling the touch-starved Stella melt under him, her grip around his neck loosening as she lost herself in the comfort of his touch. He shifted from one breast to the other as he lay her back down on the bed, leaving a trail of wet kisses on his way to her neck.

Stella was putty in his hands, panting as he teased her pulse point with his tongue and gently grazed her with his teeth, taking care to not mark the delicate flesh. He wanted her to enjoy the attention that she rightfully deserved. Her breathy pants made everything worthwhile as he continued to kiss his way downward, arriving at her breasts. Wordlessly, he took a sensitive peak into his mouth and watched Stella arch as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. One of his hands trailed downward, reaching the hem of her underwear, running his fingers just under it. Stella’s breath hitched once more before she whined, wanting him to go further in. Price released her breast with a soft pop before taking the other one in his mouth. He dipped his fingers between her folds, and he groaned as he released the nipple he was sucking on, burying his face between the valley of her breasts.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he growled, withdrawing his hand from her. Stella whined, opening her eyes, and watching in awe as he licked her slick off his fingers. “Just as sweet as you look,” he purred, his gaze narrowing before he lowered his face down further leaving a soft trail of kisses in his wake. Her brown eyes watched him continue downward, with each peck setting her body on fire and waking more of the desire she’d pent up for the last week. Price then reached for her lacy underwear, taking hold of the hem with his teeth. He slid a hand below her and tilted her hips upward for better access. Stella watched hazily as he slid her undergarments down, his hands gently caressing her legs all the way down.

Stella lept from her position, taking her underwear from his teeth and throwing it aside so she could crash her lips against his. Price turned them around so he could fall back onto the bed with her sideways.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he teased her between kisses.

“Yes,” Stella breathed, tugging at his lower lip once more with her teeth. “More, please,” she pleaded.

“You’re so cute when you ask for what you want,” Price said, releasing her ass and sliding a hand between them. His fingers brushed her folds before his thumb slid between. He growled between kisses, as his thumb circled her cl*t. Stella moaned into his lips, draping a leg over him to give him better access. He continued rubbing her bundle of nerves gently, building her up. Price pulled away from her lips to watch her, seeing Stella losing herself in the pleasure he was giving her. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” Stella moaned as her org*sm drew nearer.

“You’re going to look so stunning when you’re screaming my name,” he murmured, applying a little more pressure to her cl*t before comfortably inserting a finger inside of her. Stella moaned at the intrusion, arching toward Price. Without removing himself from her center, he lay her flat on her back as he kept pumping the single digit in and out of her. When he felt she was comfortable, a second joined the first. Stella was completely gone, moaning as she felt herself being taken higher. Price curled his fingers inside and watched her come completely undone as her first org*sm shook her, clenching tightly on his fingers. He slowed down his pace as she rode it out, Stella reaching for the pillow behind her as she caught her breath. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” she panted, opening her eyes and meeting his. Price could see her drunk and needy with lust, still eager for more. “Breath caught. Don’t stop.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ to,” Price said as he lowered his face down to her core. With two of his fingers still inside of her, he inserted a third to stretch her more. Stella hissed at the intrusion, welcoming it. As his fingers eased back and forth slowly, he gently licked down her slit onto her cl*t. Stella arched once more, his name escaping her lips barely above a whisper. Her hands latched onto his head, keeping him in place as he sucked at her sensitive nerve center. Price kept f*cking her with his fingers, curling them upwards to bring her back towards another climax.

“Yes!” Stella cried, feeling her release drawing near. “Oh my f*cking God,” Stella moaned as he kept going. Her noises were driving him wild, better than any fantasy could ever be. “John, f*ck,” she breathed. Her pants grew deeper, and he felt her whole body tense as her org*sm drew nearer. Barely moments later, Stella clenched around his fingers again as her release overtook her. Price removed his lips from her cl*t and watched her come down once more, her face flushed as she continued to breathe deeply. “I need,” she breathed.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You, inside me. Now,” she answered. Price removed his boxers and returned to her waiting form. He'd been dreaming of this moment for what felt like an eternity. Hearing Stella say she needed him brought him to the brink of losing control.

“I'm going to start off slowly to make sure I don't hurt you. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” Stella breathed.

“Good girl,” Price said as he positioned his co*ck right at her entrance. He slowly pushed in, groaning as he slid inside her carefully. Stella threw her head back as he eased his way in, letting out a sigh of relief once he was fully seated. “f*ckin’ hell, Stella,” he groaned. “You feel incredible.”

“You do too. f*ck,” she breathed out, moaning as Price slowly removed himself to the tip before slamming back into her. Stella yelped in pleasure, one hand clutching the bed while the other reached out for him. Price took her hand in his, lacing his fingers with her as he lowered himself to hover over her, their joined hands above her head. Price set a soft pace, working to get her used to his thickness. Stella’s other hand moved from the mattress to his back, nails digging into his skin. Price groaned, feeling himself on the verge of coming undone. He wanted this to last for her sake. “Faster, please,” she pleaded.

Thank f*ck, Price thought, picking up his pace a little more. Stella’s moans were the encouragement he needed, grunting as he reveled in the feel of her around him. “You take me so well, sweetheart,” Price groaned. Stella wrapped her legs around him, the pair groaning in unison as she felt him deeper inside of her.

“Oh, f*ck,” Stella breathed, feeling the warmth pooling inside of her. She felt like she was on fire. Her wild thoughts burned into focus on the scorching pleasure from Price's touch. With every thrust, she felt desired, and with every strained grunt, she felt powerful. He was holding himself together for her. Her inner walls were clenching onto him, each movement inching her closer to sweet release. “John,” she mewled, her pants getting higher as she felt her next release nearer. “Give me everything,” she moaned as she released his hand and clawed at his back, digging her nails into him again.

The way Stella said those words broke him, causing Price to unleash all that he’d been holding onto for weeks. He thrust harder, the sound of him joining her being muffled entirely by her cries of pleasure. His pace was relentless. Stella cried out his name as she came, covering him in her fluids as she found release. He f*cked her through her high as he chased his own. She kissed her way down to his neck while her hands continued to mark his back, in this moment he was hers. He groaned as he continued, Stella’s sweet sounds intermingling with her affection as she felt another org*sm drawing nearer quickly.

They came together, Price roaring out his release as he emptied himself inside of her. Stella bit down on his collarbone, unable to yell anymore. It was quiet as they came down from their high, the only sounds outside of their breathing came from the muted cityscape below.

“I’m sorry I bit you,” Stella said, cutting the silence. Price chuckled, removing himself from her and laying beside her.

“I like being marked,” he said, catching his breath finally.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Price said, eager to see the bruise the next morning. He turned his head to the side, his blue eyes taking in the worn-out Stella. She looked completely relaxed as she calmed down, her lips upturned slightly.

“I’m exhausted,” she groaned.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, starlight,” Price said, slowly sitting up.

“I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Why?”

“Because of your praise,” Stella said, her eyes focused on nothing in particular.

“Let me clean you up, and then you can sleep,” Price said, carefully picking her up in his arms.

“You’re warm,” Stella mumbled, resting her head against his chest. She sighed, content as Price led them to his bathroom, setting her on the large jacuzzi tub carefully.

“Hot or Cold?”

“John, what do you take me for?” Stella argued, somewhat groggy.

“Hot it is,” he said with a chuckle as he turned on the water. “How are you feeling?”

“Incredible but also like I said, tired.”

“Are you in that sleepy-drunk state?”

“Almost. Give me a couple more minutes and you’ll be able to tell the difference.”

“Unfiltered you is quite amusing,” Price said as he climbed into the tub with her.

“I’ve heard she’s too blunt. And rude.”

“How so?”

“Mama loves to tell people about that one time we went on a cruise and I damned her to hell for waking me up before 10 am. She asked if I wanted to say goodbye to the waiters who had been serving us all week,” Stella said. Price laughed at the story, picturing a disheveled ten-year-old Stella telling her mother to f*ck off.

“You like to sleep in?”

“Yeeeeeees,” Stella groaned. “Especially on weekends.”

Oh, she’s getting there. Please no more surprise confessions, Stella. I’m still holding onto the last ones, Price thought as he grabbed the nearby bar of soap and started cleaning her up. Stella closed her eyes and sighed, leaning towards the edge of the tub and resting her head on her arm. “Asleep yet?”

“No, you told me not to. I want to.”

“Good,” Price said as he cleaned himself off before turning the faucet the other way to stop the water. “I’m going to dry myself and then take care of you, alright?”

“Sure,” Stella responded softly. “Take your time.” He watched her, eyes closed as she remained still as he quickly patted himself dry before taking a new towel and wrapping the sleepy girl in it. He carried Stella to bed, where he carefully dried her off while being especially careful with her legs. Once he was satisfied, he set the towel aside before he removed the covers off one side of the bed to settle her in. Stella immediately curled up sideways, pulling the sheets to cover herself. Price drew the curtains before climbing into bed on the opposite side. “John?” she called out softly.

“Still here,” he said, laying on his side and watching her. Stella scooted backward until her back was resting against his chest. “Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he chuckled.

“Yes. I like cuddles. And you’re warm,” she mumbled. John wrapped an arm around her and buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent. While he’d washed off most of the perfume, he could still smell faint traces of it. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome,” he said, shifting so he could still spoon her and sleep comfortably. “Good night, Stella.”

“Good night, John,” she whispered as sleep finally claimed her.

Chapter 25: Stay

Chapter Text

Stella woke up the next morning tangled up in John’s arms. Everything from last night hit her at once. The feel of John’s lips on hers, his strong hands carefully exploring her body, all the praise and worship in his deep timbre, and the feel of him inside of her. Her brown eyes then found the purple bruise she left on his collarbone when her final org*sm shook her. A blush surged in her cheeks at the memory.

For a moment, she wanted nothing more than to stay but the anxiety of uncertainty was starting to set in. The voices from past morning-afters in her head saying that she needed to pull away before he woke up and told her last night was a mistake for him. That she meant nothing. Last night had been incredible and had no regrets about giving in, but she was worried he would. As her thoughts continued to spiral, Stella slowly, carefully calculated an escape route, desperately hoping to avoid waking him.

Ever the alert soldier, John realized she had awoken and was pulling away from him. He tugged her back into the warm comfort of his chest.

“Trying to run away from me?” he mumbled groggily.

“Y-yes, I should go.”

“Why? I don’t want you to.”

“You don’t?” she asked weakly. John opened his eyes and shifted so he could look into hers.

“I want you to stay,” he said, noticing the vulnerability and raw emotion etched into her features. She was scared. With everything he’d learned about her, he knew what was coming. “Let me make you breakfast.”

“John,” she said softly, ignoring his last statement. She couldn’t do it. It was easier to hurt him now and save him the trouble later of hurting her. “Last night -”

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“You’re about to lie to me,” he said, watching as she broke eye contact. Stella blinked back tears, her eyes watering as she buried her face into his bare chest.

“Dammit,” she wept. John sighed, slowly weaving a hand through her hair and holding her close. He knew that her emotions were a mess. Stella had been fighting with her feelings for weeks and last night the good ones boiled over. Now that her mind was clear, Stella was crashing down and ready to destroy herself to avoid heartbreak.

“Talk to me,” John said, doing his best to provide comfort with his embrace.

“No,” she whispered. Voicing her thoughts aloud was terrifying. The thought of being rejected was causing a deep ache in the pit of her stomach. If she avoided talking about the emotions running wild in her chest, maybe John would stop asking questions and leave it alone.

“Stella,” John sighed. “We need to address this now. Talk, and you’ll feel better.”

“No,” she whined.

“Starlight, don’t do this to yourself,” Price requested. As much as he hated making her uncomfortable, the current situation needed to be addressed. Letting Stella run off with her mind in this state was a recipe for disaster. “Be honest with me now, please. Tell me why you want to leave.”

“Because I didn’t want to hear you say last night was a mistake and that I was nothing,” she relented softly.

“I would never say that. Last night was incredible and stop saying you’re nothing. It’s the farthest thing from the truth,” he said, hearing her whimper. “I meant every word I’ve said to you since our truce began.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” John answered. He could feel Stella relaxing in his arms. As much as she was trying to resist talking, she answered the first question. Now it was a matter of getting her to share more of what she was holding back. “Keep going,” he encouraged her. This talk wasn’t going to be easy but there was a lot that needed to be said. Especially from him. “I want to hear what you have to say.”

“John, I have to ask,” she whispered after a long pause. John knew what was coming next, and this time he had a much better answer than he did that feverish night. “Why did you hate me?”

“I never hated you,” he said. “I was afraid of you.”

“Why? I don’t get it…”

“Because from the first moment I saw you, walking up to me with that warm smile, I was scared. Everything about you was beautiful and it was terrifying. Letting you in was going to be effortless and once it happened…I was not going to be able to let you go,” John said, pressing his lips together. “I made a painful decision in that split moment. I needed to protect you. I’ve done a lot of terrible things to keep the evil in this world afraid of the dark, and I felt like I didn’t deserve you,” he continued. “I didn’t want to ruin you. I kept telling myself that it was better this way, to make you think I hated you.”

“What changed? What made you call the truce? You lied when you said it was because I covered for you.”

“I didn’t lie about that. I'd already decided by then. That just cemented the decision. When you told me I had no idea about the amount of abuse you could take, I saw your pain. It was then I realized I was no longer protecting myself or you. I was hurting you, badly, and I needed to stop,” John said, recalling that day. That flash of emotion spoke volumes. “I was ruining your spirit in the worst way possible. The cupcake was the first in many ways I was hoping to make up for all the trouble I put you through. I’m sorry,” he said, feeling his own eyes water at exposing his own vulnerability. Stella cried onto his chest, processing everything. “You have every right to be mad at me.”

“I know, but I’m not,” Stella said between sobs. “Because I probably would’ve still been a little difficult even if you were nice to me. Earning my trust is hard.”

“I’ve noticed,” John said, shifting so they could look into each other’s eyes. “Anything else you want to ask me?”

“No.”

“You’re still hiding something.”

“N-no,” she whimpered, avoiding his gaze.

“Stella, why do you always think you’re going to get away with lying to me?”

“Because I don’t want you to know,” she whined.

“Don’t want me to know what?” John asked with a shaky breath. I know what it is, please say it, John thought. I don’t care if you get angry at me for not bringing it up but I know how hard it was for you to even ask me to make you feel wanted.

“How broken I am,” she said finally, burying her face into the nearby pillow. Anything to avoid direct eye contact with him.

“Sweetheart, I know,” he said, watching as the words sunk in. She looked at him in disbelief while she started to hyperventilate. Panic was setting in, but she didn’t look angry. Stella looked devastated. “I know why you think that.”

“How do you know? …I told you…” she whispered in her panic. “When I was sick. That wasn’t a dream!” she was sobbing now, shaking in her distress.

“It wasn’t,” Price said, keeping his voice calm.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you would’ve kicked me out and slammed the door in my face for asking.”

“Dammit!” she cursed with a sniffle. She stopped shaking, crying into him. Price rubbed circles on her back with his thumb, feeling her relax slowly as she continued to let everything out in tears.

“Gauged your reaction correctly?” he asked a moment later, once her sobs had quieted down.

“Yes,” she said with another sniffle. “And you still want me even after hearing all that?” she whispered in disbelief as she finally shifted in his embrace to look into his eyes.

“Very much so,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I don’t care that you’re broken. I like all sides of you, the light, the dark, and everything in between. I can’t fix everything but I will do my best for you.” Her brown eyes were brimming with new tears as she carefully cupped his face. “I’m not asking you to give me your heart, I know how delicate it is. All I want is a chance with you,” John said, brushing his thumb against her cheek. Stella was unraveling before him, all the pieces of her shattered armor coming apart to reveal the beautifully broken girl on the inside.

“I’m scared,” she said weakly. “What if you leave?”

“I won’t.”

“You can’t promise that,” she said, tears still spilling from her cheeks. He delicately brushed a few away, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Yes, I can. Because if you give me that chance, I’m not letting go.”

“And if I need space?”

“I’ll give it to you. Doesn’t matter if I have to break my heart in the process,” Price answered. Stella closed her eyes and leaned in, she was overcome with so much emotion that she couldn’t fight her need to be closer. Even in her distress, she still felt safe in his arms. “I see you, and I want to stay, if you’ll let me,” he said onto her lips. “I’m not going to put you through hell. Not anymore.”

“If you want to make me come as many times as possible in a night, that hell I can live with,” she said with a weak chuckle. Price laughed, seeing a small smile gracing her lips.

“You always have to cope with a joke,” he teased her. He also made a mental note of that for later.

“Yeah,” Stella said with a giggle.

“Is that a yes then? You’re willing to trust me?”

“I wouldn’t have come to you last night if I didn’t,” Stella said softly.

“Not the same thing,” Price said. “Last night you trusted me with your body. This is your heart we’re talking about. Will you give us a chance to see where this leads?” he watched her take a deep breath before speaking the one word he desperately wanted to hear.

“Yes.”

“Thank you,” Price said, kissing her. “Now, let’s get you washed up and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Yes, I’m starving,” Stella said with a smile.

“How’s your anxiety? Are you feeling more relaxed? Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?”

“No, I think we got everything out in the open.”

“See? Told you talking it out would help,” Price said with a grin.

“God, you’re so smug when you’re right,” Stella groaned, turning away from him.

“At least I’m not a bastard.”

“That’s true. Still a jerk, though,” she said with a giggle.

“And you’re still a nerd,” Price said, making her laugh harder. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Cheese omelets and bacon,” she said with a smile.

“Comin’ right up. After your shower,” Price said, groaning as he got up and walked to his closet. “Put this on. I do not want you parading around nude,” he said, throwing a t-shirt in her direction. Stella grabbed it and smiled.

“Why not?”

“Because I will not be responsible for what happens.”

“What if I want you to?” Stella said, smirking.

“Speaking with confidence, beautiful. I’ll reward that later,” he said as he leaned over and pecked her forehead. He grabbed a fresh pair of boxers from his dresser along with a shirt and got dressed quickly. Price then started towards the kitchen, feeling on top of the world. He could hear the shower running in the distance as he got everything ready to make breakfast. Despite the roller coaster of emotions, he was hopeful this morning would be the start of something wonderful.

Stella took a quick shower, thankful the hot water helped calm any physical remnant that remained from her panic attack from earlier. While she was still nervous and apprehensive about the future, Price had very much followed up with everything he’d said. Last night was evidence that he truly cared for her. He'd made her feel wanted, and he'd worshipped every part of her - even the ones she'd been trying to hide.

She stepped out of the shower and dried off with the towel she vaguely remembered from the night before, wrapping it around her torso as she walked back to the bedroom. The shirt Price had given her was still on the bed but she couldn’t find her underwear anywhere she looked.

“John?!” Stella cried after a few minutes of frustrated searching.

“What?” he replied.

“Where the hell is my underwear!?”

“Check behind my dresser. They soared after you took them from me,” John replied, his voice closer. Stella shook her head, doing as he said. She found them exactly where he’d expected.

“Wow, I know how to throw apparently,” Stella said, reaching under and grabbing them.

“You do. Did you forget the wad of paper you hit me with on Friday?” Price said, his voice clear as he stood in the doorway, leaning against it. Stella stood up, undergarment in hand while still clutching the towel. “Damn near took an eye out, woman,” he joked. Stella chuckled, rolling her eyes.

“It was paper. Be thankful it wasn’t my shoe.”

“Fair enough. Breakfast is served,” Price said with a smile. “Still not dressed?”

“Give me a second!”

“No, you don’t get that right now,” John growled, leaving the doorway. Stella’s grip on the towel loosened as she watched him storm towards her hungrily. He grabbed the piece of fabric and tossed it aside, wrapping an arm around her and bringing his lips down to meet hers. Stella’s eyes fluttered closed as she kissed him back, wrapping an arm around his neck. Price pulled back a moment later, hearing Stella whimper. “Our food’s going to get cold. Get dressed.”

“Yes, sir,” Stella said with a pout.

“After our food settles, maybe we can stage a repeat of last night's performance,” he said with a wink as he walked away from her. Stella’s pout disappeared, replaced by a beautiful smile and an enthusiastic nod. “Good. I’ll wait for you out there,” Price said as he disappeared towards the kitchen. Stella quickly slipped on her underwear and his shirt, scrambling towards the kitchen.

“I need my phone,” she said, looking at the time on the stove.

“Did you have anything important today?”

“No, but I might be called to raid in a few hours?” Stella said. “Rosie, Simon, and I do Sherpa runs on Sundays.”

“Sherpa runs?”

“We teach people the raid mechanics,” Stella answered. Price understood what she meant right away and walked over to her coat and found her device.

“I have a charger in the kitchen. It’s off.”

“Well sh*t,” Stella said, taking her phone off his hands and plugging it in. “I hope Kate didn’t call with anything last minute while she’s off with Olivia.”

“You need a vacation,” Price remarked as Stella sat down next to him at the kitchen island.

“You do too,” Stella said, nudging him with her elbow. They laughed as they started to dig into their breakfast. “Thank you for last night,” she said between bites.

“I should be thanking you,” Price said, keeping his eyes on her as he ate.

“Why?”

“Because you said yes,” Price said with a smile. Stella turned to glance at him, her cheeks flushed. He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead, which earned him a contented sigh. The calm was shattered when Stella’s phone came to life, notifications ringing wildly. “I definitely believe you about having a life out of work considering how much that thing rings,” Price joked. Stella laughed as she took a break from eating to check her messages. Her group message with the girls had the most notifications so she started with those.

👸: Stella!!! How was the wedding?

🌹: I saw pictures. Laura looked incredible!

👸: Stel?

🌹: Still sleeping probably.

👸: oh, right. Sunday.
Text us when you wake up!

Stella smiled, thankful it was nothing too pressing in the group chat. Then she saw Rose’s text messages.

🌹: I saw Ricardo was there
Dateless
Are you okay?
Do Simon or I need to head over?

No. I’m fine
I let him have it
I’ll answer in the group chat in a bit

🌹: Ok. Just waking up?

Yep.

“What happened?” Price asked, noting the change in her expression.

“Rose, she saw pictures of Ricardo at the wedding, and wanted to make sure I was okay,” Stella said with a small smile. “And uh, considering what a roller coaster the last sixteen hours have been…I’m more than okay. I’m happy.”

“Good,” Price said. “Now finish eating.”

“Yes,” Stella said, quickly going back to her plate. “I don’t want to tell Emily or Soap.”

“Agreed,” Price said as he finished up his breakfast. “Discreet at the office?”

“Yes, until we know more about where this leads,” Stella said, eating the last bite of her meal.

“Sounds fair to me. How was your breakfast?”

“It was great, thank you,” Stella said with a smile.

“Do you have plans for Thursday? It’s the last one of the month…”

“It’s a special episode night. I can watch it on Monday while working. Friday is Halloween at the store and my game,” Stella said.

“No, let’s watch it here. I’ll make dinner,” Price suggested as he cleaned up their dishes. Stella’s face lit up at the suggestion, smiling widely.

“Really?”

“Yes,” Price answered. “What would you like?”

“Pretty much anything is fair game, as long as it's not fish.”

“Alright then,” Price said as he loaded the dishwasher.

“I’ll make dessert.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. How do you feel about crème brûlée?”

Oh, bloody hell. That smile is going to kill me, Johnthought. “My favorite.”

“Then I’ll make that after dance class and let it set overnight, I’ll bring it to the office in a travel cooler.”

“Bring an overnight bag,” Price said, smiling.

“I’ll pack for two nights.”

“Oh?”

“Well, you’re going to want me here after you see my Halloween costume,” Stella said with a wink.

“Oh bloody hell, what are you going to be wearing?!”

“The tavern wench again. But this time, I’ll have your bourbon.”

“And now I’m suddenly a fan of Halloween,” John said, making Stella giggle at his reaction. Her phone sprang to life again but this time with a call. “Rose,” Price said, holding the device out to Stella. She slid her thumb across the screen to answer it.

“Hey Rosie,” Stella said.

“You busy?”

“Not at the moment, why?”

“Sherpa runs. We’ve got two requests,” Rosie answered. “One’s in an hour. Can you do it?”

“An hour?” Stella said, pouting at Price. “I think so. Just wrapping up something, so I might be a little delayed.”

“What are you doing?”

“I had to step out for breakfast. Found a really nice place,” Stella said, winking at John. It was mostly the truth she highly doubted Rosie would ask more than that.

“Gotcha. I’ll send you a Fireteam invite once I see you online.”

“Thanks, Rosie. See you in a bit.”

“See you!” Rose chirped as the call ended.

“I don’t want to go home,” Stella whined.

“Go, do your raid runs. I’ll come by with dinner for us,” Price said, walking up to her.

“You better be there.”

“I won’t let you down, starlight. Not after seeing how much you enjoy my cooking. I’ll be there tonight, I promise.”

“Okay,” Stella said, sliding off the chair.

“Text me when you get home,” Price said as Stella wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Will do,” Stella said as he wrapped his arms around her. “Let me know when you’re on your way.”

“Alright,” John said, giving her a deep kiss before sending her on her way to his room to get dressed. Stella slipped on her gown and jacket before heading out of Price’s building with a smile on her face. On the walk home, Stella sent out a text.

Lunch tomorrow at the place Rosie doesn’t like?
12:30?

👻: Copy. I’ll be there

Thanks

Chapter 26: Lunch with Ghost

Chapter Text

Stella arrived at the office with a big smile on her face. After she left John’s apartment to raid, he did come back with dinner. He’d brought everything to make Japanese-style fried chicken with a side of rice while she finished her second teaching run. They spent dinner in front of the television as Stella showed him the animated version of Critical Role’s first campaign. He could see why Simon liked Percy as a character though he couldn’t stop talking about how Grog reminded him of Soap. While nothing too intimate happened after dinner because it got late, John made sure to let Stella know when he got home and promised to bring a bag next time. He wanted Stella to catch up on her sleep before the coming weekend.

“Stella!” called out a voice behind her. The brunette turned to see Irene dashing over with her arms full of coffee cup trays.

“Irene, holy sh*t,” Stella said, taking one off the intern’s hands. “Coffee run for management?”

“Yeah, you can imagine how it is with that floor.”

“I can,” Stella said, relieved when the elevator opened. “I’ll help you.”

“Please,” Irene said with a pleading smile. “Thank you for the streamers,” she added.

“About that, I’m sorry they’re not done.”

“What do you mean? Both floors got decorated exactly how we’d planned.”

“What?” Stella said in confusion.

“Yeah,” Irene said, confused as well. “You didn’t do it?”

“I mean, I did, but I didn’t finish.”

“Well, whoever helped you got the rest done. I’ve been going around and adding the candy baskets to the common areas all morning like you’d asked,” Irene continued. Stella started thinking about it and realized there was only one person who could’ve done that for her.

John, you really stayed and finished the job for me? Stella thought as they arrived at the floor she didn’t get to on Friday. The garlands and streamers were hung exactly how she’d done it in the floor above, looking like she’d done the work herself.

“What?” Irene asked, watching Stella’s expression.

“Sorry, the weekend was a blur. Must’ve forgotten I did this,” Stella said, trying to lie.

“Okay…I mean, you did seem out of it on Friday,” Irene said as they stopped at the intern’s cubicle.

“Yeah,” Stella said. “You got it?” she asked, as she set the coffee tray down.

“I do, thank you!”

“You’re welcome!” Stella said with a smile before turning around and leaving. She scanned her access card to the top floor, eager to see John. Once she arrived at her floor, she darted into Price's office and found him in his chair.

“Good morning,” he greeted her with a smile.

“You finished them.”

“I did,” he said, certain she was referring to the decorations. Last Friday felt like an eternity ago now that he thought about it. He got up from his chair and walked around the office, leaning against a wall. John calmly beckoned her with a finger. Stella carefully walked over to him, confused. “Cameras don’t catch audio or video here,” he explained.

“You did the whole floor,” she said in disbelief. John carefully brushed his hand across her cheek until he gently cradled it in his hand. “I don’t know what to say.”

“A ‘thank you’ would be nice,” he teased her.

“Thank you,” she whispered. John leaned in, placing a gentle kiss onto her lips. He was thankful Kate was going to be out of the office for the week, it made sneaking moments like this easier.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he pulled back.

“I’ll go make your tea. I’ll be right back,” Stella said, her cheeks rosy as she walked away. “I have lunch plans by the way.”

“Oh,” John said, sounding slightly disappointed.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, we still have Thursday to look forward to,” John said.

“That we do,” Stella said with a smile as she walked away.

Simon, can you meet for lunch?

Can’t. Stella and I are meeting up today
She texted me yesterday afternoon

She told me she had plans, didn’t know it was with you.

Yeah. Something happen?

Yes. Let her tell you

That’s interesting

A few hours later, Stella let out a nervous breath as she waited for Simon, her vision glazing over as she stared at the table in front of her. It’d been months since she’d last sat down at their space in this particular restaurant. A mediocre hole-in-the-wall that mostly served comfort food. It was a place that became quite familiar to her and Simon during the course of a year, finding themselves there at least once a night during his leaves in the states before he retired from the special ops life.

Four years ago…

“Sit down,” Stella said to the balaclava-clad stranger. He took the booth seat across from her, his body language hiding the nerves his eyes definitely held. “You were new to the group.”

“Yes. It’s not something I normally would’ve stopped in,” he started, his thick accent and deep voice still startling Stella. She still couldn’t believe such a voice was coming from him. It was intimidating but she wasn’t afraid…she knew that wasn’t his intention. “But something about the concept, and listening to your story got to me.”

“Dad issues. Yeah. Tough sh*t,” she said, sliding him a menu. “Get something to eat. My treat.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I didn’t know there were support groups for relatives of people who suffer from substance abuse.”

“Yeah, I learned about it from my mom. She’s been sober some six years now.”

“That’s great for her.”

“It is. Wish someone else would take the hint,” Stella said. “What can I call you?” she asked, biting the inner corner of her mouth.

“Ghost, for now.”

“I like the sound of that last part,” Stella teased with a smirk. “So…” she started, making eye contact with him. “You’re military, right?”

“Special forces,” Ghost answered.

“I have a joke for you,” Stella said with a smirk. “Stop me if you’ve heard this one. What do you call a military officer who goes to the bathroom too much?”

“Oh, bloody hell.”

“Loo-tenant!” Stella said, with a giggle. Ghost huffed in spite of himself, shaking his head.

“That was terrible.”

“It made you laugh though,” Stella said with a smile.

“Ya got me there, lass.”

“Stella,” she said, introducing herself. “Nice to meet you, Ghost.”

“Likewise,” he said.

“I’m here to listen to whatever you want to talk about, whether it’s about my story or yours.”

“Oh, bloody hell. You need ta hide that glow by Thursday,” Simon’s voice cut in, bringing Stella back to the present. Stella’s cheeks immediately flushed with color and she tried to cover it with her hands. Simon chuckled as he sat down, shaking his head as he took in the rest of her. Her body language had shifted dramatically. She was carrying herself differently. She looked happier. More confident. Closer to the Stella he knew before.

“It’s that obvious?”

“Yes,” he said. “You need to tell me everything.”

“Oh God,” Stella said, muffled slightly as she was still covering her face.

“Sorry I’m late,” Simon added.

“You’re fine,” Stella said, checking her watch as she tried to think of something else to calm down her blush. “It’s ten minutes, and it’s only Price and me in the office for the rest of the week. Kate extended her vacation.”

“She deserves it. Especially after all the sh*te you two put her through,” Simon said as Doris came by, a warm older woman who looked to be in her late 50s.

“Good to see you two again. I was wondering how you were doing.”

“Great,” Stella said with a smile. “Our usuals, please?”

“Of course, sweetie. Be right on it,” their waitress said before heading to the back.

“I can’t deny that,” Stella said to Simon with a light scoff.

“You’re still blushing.”

“Oh, dammit. I’m not going Thursday.”

“You better not, be careful on Friday,” he added. Stella groaned, making him laugh. “Rosie said you sounded happier yesterday but she couldn’t pinpoint how because Ricardo was at the wedding. It didn’t make sense. Now I know why.”

“Have you two been comparing notes?”

“Of course, it keeps us entertained. We need something to do in our free time.”

“Talking about John and I is your entertainment? You don’t have anything else to keep you busy?”

“Like what?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?”

“Yes.”

“I’d expect you two to be very intimately entertained with each other instead of talking about me,” Stella said with a smirk. Their milkshakes arrived and Simon slipped off his mask to take a sip. Stella could never get over how stunning he was. She was proud of his healing journey and to have been a part of it from the beginning.

“We need something to talk about after we’re done,” he said, putting his mask back on. Stella’s jaw dropped as she read between the lines.

“What?” She squealed. Simon watched her, silently celebrating her joy over the admission that he and Rose had finally taken the next step in their relationship. “Oh, my God! Since when?”

“A few months.”

“Holy crap,” Stella said with a huge smile.

“We have kept it a secret from Em to f*ck with her. She needs to learn to stop meddling. Rose told me all about your bad dates,” Simon said.

“She’s not learning about this from me either,” Stella said as she took the cherry off her shake and slid it over to Simon.

“I won’t tell Rosie about Price until you do but, you’re on a timer.”

“Why the f*ck?”

“Because we compare notes, and this is too good to not share,” Simon said with a wry chuckle. “So, start with Saturday night. I know the fundraiser was in the same place as the wedding but that’s about it.”

“Well…I need to explain what happened on Friday first.”

“Oh?”

“And then there was Monday…”

“Wait, something happened on Monday too?”

“Monday was a day ,” Stella stressed, gesturing with her hands. “John teased the ever-living sh*t out of me because Kate spilled tea on his shirt and he was parading around shirtless. The man is ripped,” Stella said, thinking back to Saturday night and how wonderful it was to finally explore his upper body after thinking about it all week. Simon laughed, picturing it. He’d experienced something similar when he’d ruined his shirt once in Stella’s apartment with brownie batter.

“¡Puñeta, Ghost! Are all of you military men this f*cking ripped?!” Stella yelled as he threw his dirty shirt at her.

“Some of us are,” he said as she started washing his shirt off in the sink.

“I believe it,” Stella said, blushing as she used some dish soap to wash off the batter stains. “Okay,” she said a few minutes later. “That should air dry and be fine in a bit. Let me get you another shirt.”

“Would you even have my size?”

“Yes. I like buying oversized shirts to sleep in during the summer,” Stella said, disappearing into her room and coming back with a black shirt.

“It has a cat on it.”

“It’s cute.”

“I don’t do cute.”

“You do now,” Stella said, throwing it at his face and landing on its intended target. Simon sighed, taking the shirt and putting it on. It was a snug fit, but it would do. Stella laughed, going back to what she was doing. “Keep the shirt. It suits you.”

“I am not keepin’ a shirt with a kitten on it.”

“Yes, you are. Because I’m not taking it back,” Stella said as she poured the batter into a square pan.

“You are insufferable.”

“So are you.”

“After all that, he told me liked the view he got from his desk every day,” Stella said, blushing. “It made me feel so f*cking pretty.” Simon smiled slightly under his mask, recalling the shirt she’d given him four years ago was still in his closet. He wore it on a few missions, hailing it a good luck charm. Every assignment he wore it on went flawlessly.

“Stella,” Simon started. “You are.”

“Thanks,” Stella said with a smile as she took a sip of her shake. “So, Friday evening, I was decorating the office for Halloween and I fell.”

“Well, you didn’t get severely hurt or we would’ve heard about it during the game. I’m assuming it’s what happened after.”

“Yeah,” Stella said, somewhat embarrassed about what she was going to admit. “He had a slip of the tongue.”

“Oh?” Simon asked with an eyebrow raised.

“He called me a good girl,” Stella said as her blush returned.

“Bloody hell, Price,” Simon said, shaking his head as he drank more of his sweet treat.

“Yeah, it startled me, but I couldn’t help my reaction. It’d been so long for me, and Price saying that? Gone. I was gone,” Stella admitted. “I ran out of the office and I was hoping to not deal with him until Monday.”

“And as always, the universe has other plans.”

“Yeah. I didn’t even see him at the hotel. He found me. I was just watching Laura’s cousins and nieces and nephews running around. One of them rolled a nat20 on my f*cking kneecap,” Stella said, recounting the beginning of her Saturday night. “I almost fell. John caught me and helped me up. We got to talking about what had happened on Friday,” she continued, now mentally able to talk about the next part. Just thinking about Ricardo was hard before but now, after telling him off, it was easier to bring up. “And while he and I were both discussing how we were definitely not headed to friendship…Ricardo showed up.”

“That f*ckin’ bastard. I caught him trying to get to Em’s shop yesterday before our raid runs. Rosie was inside helping out with some art. I told him to bugger off. He grumbled something about being told something similar last night from another intimidating British man,” Simon said. “Figured it was Price.”

“Well, I told him off first but, like Graves, he didn’t take the hint until Price told him to back off. It was something that he said that really got me,” Stella said, vividly remembering Price’s words.

“I’d be lucky if she chooses me…”

“I thought he was just saying it to remind Ricardo that I have no owner,” Stella continued as their food finally arrived. “But uh…he then said a lot more.”

“You’re going to turn into a tomato.”

“Oh, my f*cking God, Simon. Do you want to hear the story or not?”

“You asked to talk to me. You know that there are only truth bombs in this conversation.”

“I’m starting to regret my decision.”

“No, you’re not. You called me first for a reason.”

“Fair,” Stella said as she started to eat. Simon took off his mask and followed suit. “After Ricardo finally scrambled off, John flattered me,” Stella said with a sigh. “Made me feel wanted. Desired,” she continued. “And then he did the most incredible thing…he walked away when he saw I was still hesitating. He gave me space to let me breathe and I hated it.”

“And so, you followed with your lady boner,” Simon said with a smirk. Stella pressed her lips together, unsure of whether to laugh or hit him.

“God!” she groaned, throwing her napkin at him. Simon caught it and threw it back at her. “Again. Fair. You know how we work.”

“Yeah, I do. I didn’t even know there was a word for it until you explained what demisexuality was,” Simon said, carefully digging his phone out of his pocket.

“See? I’m always teaching you sh*t,” Stella said.

“Including sh*tty jokes.”

“Soap told me the one about the two fish in a tank sometime after we met. Glad my joke got around,” Stella said as she continued to eat. Simon rolled his eyes but he was still holding onto a small smirk from earlier.

“You were saying?” Simon asked. Stella's face lit up as she remembered asking Price to worship her.

“I followed my ‘lady boner’,” Stella said, briefly sticking her tongue out at Simon. “And I asked him to deliver on his promise, and boy did he,” she answered, smiling. Simon snapped a photo, causing Stella to freeze for a second. “Dammit Si,” she groaned.

“I told you I’d get you back for that,” Simon said with a smirk. Stella sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. The first time she’d seen his face, Stella tried to take a picture of his face without him knowing.

“Stella,” Simon growled as he heard the shutter sound from her device. They were at Stella’s apartment for the afternoon, watching a movie she insisted he needed to see and sharing a bowl of popcorn on her couch.

“f*ck,” Stella mumbled, sighing. “I just wanted to remember what you look like, dork. I see you more with the mask than without it. I know it’s your way of protecting yourself but this is my apartment and you’re always going to be safe here,” Stella continued, hovering her thumb over the delete button. “You looked relaxed. For once.”

“Keep it,” Simon said, pressing his lips together as he thought about it.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I will get you back for that though,” Simon said with a smirk. Stella groaned, sinking deeper into her couch. He scoffed in an effort to disguise his chuckle, and it worked.

“It’s going to be an embarrassing photo of me. I just know it,” she mumbled.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Simon teased with a smirk before taking a sip of tea.

“I still have the picture saved,” Stella said with a small smile. “How bad does it look?”

“Not bad,” Simon said before sending the snapshot to Price. “You look really happy. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this,” he added. Stella glanced down at her plate, knowing he was right. “You were saying?

“The crash the next morning was…painful.”

“You were happy on the phone when you spoke to Rose, I take it you talked it out?”

“We did,” Stella said before eating the last fry on her plate. “He saw me broken, and he asked for a chance to help me heal. That meant the world to me, Simon,” she continued as her eyes watered. Her brown eyes focused on the empty plate before her as she fidgeted with her hands. “We’ve come a long way.”

“We certainly have,” Simon agreed as he finished up his lunch.

“Death is everywhere I touch,” Ghost said as he took a sip from his milkshake. He watched Stella carefully as he waited for a response. Their meetup today had been somber, Stella had a rough day emotionally and Simon hadn’t fared much better.

“It’s not. Death surrounds your profession, not you,” she said as she dug into her fries. Ghost paused, processing what she’d just said. It resonated deep within him, cutting deeper than any of her other words. “Look, Ghost,” she continued. “We’ve been meeting up for over a year by now. I don’t mind calling you that but since we’re friends…”

“We’re not friends,” he spat.

“Wow,” Stella said in disbelief. “What are we then?”

“Acquaintances.”

“Ay, deja la mierda,” Stella said in Spanish, getting up. “I know we’ve both had a sh*tty day but it doesn’t mean you can take it out on me,” she said, throwing her napkin at him. Stella let out a sigh next, digging into her bag and finding her wallet. She pulled out a small wad of bills and dropped a twenty on the table. “Here’s my half. Once you’re ready to admit we’re friends now and give me your f*cking name, I’m not talking to you.”

“Stella,” Ghost started, pressing his lips together.

“You brought this on yourself,” Stella said, walking away. Ghost leaned back in his seat, feeling more human than he’d ever had in months as he watched her walk away. He recognized Stella’s posture and the way her shoulders were shaking, she was crying the further she got away from him. Simon felt tears sting in his eyes, positive he was making the right call. It was better to cut her off now. She was safe that way.

“Stella,” Simon started as she came back from paying their check with an extra cup in her hand. He figured she’d gotten something for Price to make up for not having lunch with him.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“What for?”

“For lunch, dummy,” Simon said. She laughed vibrantly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Thank you for listening to me ramble today. I’ll tell Rosie on Friday. Deal?”

“Sure.”

“Oh, and Simon?”

“Hmm?”

“Just because I’m ‘starting something’ with John, it doesn’t absolve you of best friend responsibilities,” she said with a cheeky grin. Simon chuckled, slipping his facemask back on.

“I’m aware. I already learned my lesson, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Stella said as she released his shoulder. “See you Friday.”

“See you,” Simon said as he watched Stella walk out of the restaurant. He grabbed his phone from the table to see a message from Price.

God, that f*ckin’ smile.

T hat was her talking about you

Thanks for the picture

You’re welcome

Nearly three years ago, after securing Hassan and the missiles…

After a grueling string of missions, Ghost found his way stateside again. He stood at the entrance to Stella’s building, panting. He’d gotten off-base and quickly made his way over. After Hassan, the missiles, and bonding deeply with his new team, especially the sometimes insufferable Scottsman…he realized he’d completely f*cked up things with Stella. The nosy old woman who was named something along the lines of Iris, let him into the building lobby. He took the stairs up to Stella’s floor, nervous as he stood before her front door. He’d never done something like this before, but he was certainly going to try.

Simon knocked on the door, anxious as he noticed the doorbell camera. He pressed that button too. He heard some noises behind the door and it opened slightly, revealing Stella. Her eyes were puffy, and she looked like she’d been crying for hours.

“Ghost, what the -?”

“Simon,” he said quickly, cutting her off mid-question. Stella closed the door and opened it again, this time fully. “My name is Simon.”

“Simon, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to apologize. You were right. We are friends. I’d dare say, you’re the first person who's close to me in a long time,” he said, keeping his eyes on her. Stella’s lower lip trembled, as new tears welled up in her eyes.

“Get in here. I don’t want Stephanie gossiping,” Stella said with a sniffle as she stepped aside to let him into the apartment.

“What happened?” Simon asked, toeing off his boots at the door.

“My grandfather passed, and I can’t go to the funeral,” Stella said, her voice breaking.

“Why the bloody hell not?”

“Because I have to be on-call just in case I need to come into the office and help out the new receptionist. They’re letting me stay home to mourn but I can’t leave the city in case they need me at work,” Stella said with a sniffle. “I loved him so much,” she said with a sob.

“Come here,” Simon said, putting a hand on her shoulder and pulling her in for a hug. Stella cried onto his chest, sobbing for what felt like hours but in reality it was just a few minutes. Simon cried too but his tears were of relief. Her forgiveness meant the world. “I have a few days before I’m due back home. Where are your friends?”

“Em’s at some sort of family event on the island. Rose is at a con across the country.”

“Then I’m staying here.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s what friends are for,” Simon said with a smile.

“I’m glad you finally admit it,” she said with a wry chuckle.

“I’m stubborn, much like you.”

“You give good hugs,” Stella said, her head still pressed against his chest.

“You’re the first to get one in years.”

“Does that make me your best friend now?”

“Maybe,” Simon chuckled.

“It’s yes or no.”

“Fine, yes.”

“Good."

Stella arrived at the office, glad she’d been able to catch up with Simon. They'd had a crazy few months and their meet-ups had been harder to come by. She'd missed his honest, steadfast advice. Sometimes those moments with him were uncomfortable but that’s what they’d agreed upon when they met up the first time. Unfiltered, unapologetic truths that they needed to hear so they could keep going forward with their lives.

“Hey,” Stella said as she saw Price step out of his office. “Brought you a milkshake, chocolate.”

“Thank you,” Price said, taking the paper cup from her hands. “How was lunch with Simon?”

“Y-you knew?”

“He sent me a picture. When you told me you had lunch plans, I reached out to him to talk. He said he couldn’t because you’d already made plans with him yesterday.”

“Yeah,” Stella said, a little more comfortable now. “He knows.”

“Of course he does. I asked him for advice when I knew I wanted to pursue you.”

“He didn’t tell me that!”

“Because, unlike Emily, he let us handle it on our own,” Price countered.

“Dammit. You’re right,” Stella said with a small smile.

“Oh, I meant to give you this last night,” Price said, pulling out something from his pocket. Stella held her hand out and saw him place a set of keyfobs on her open palm.

“You didn’t have to give me a set because I gave you a copy of my keys.”

“Sweetheart, you know this isn’t why I’m giving you this,” Price said with a smile. “I want you to have them. The security guard is also extremely nosy with women in the building, best you have a set to dodge him.”

“Fair enough,” Stella said with a smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Price said, smiling. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Stop at Ale’s to pick up dinner to go and catch up on Destiny 2 content. We did raids yesterday but I still have a story quest to complete.”

“I’ll take care of it. You come by and pick it up on your way home,” Price said, still smiling down at her.

“I’ll do that. Thank you. I’m really excited for Thursday.”

“Me too.”

Chapter 27: The Appetizer

Chapter Text

Later Monday evening, Price arrived at Alejandro's and quickly took his usual place at the bar. Soap and Gaz had arrived already and they were immersed in a discussion about the upcoming event on Friday. Their regular DnD game was going to have a special Halloween one-shot and there was going to be another table running the same scenario. Whoever completed the game first would get the coveted prize, a set of handmade dice pouches for every player made by Rosie.

“Price! Good to see you,” Alejandro said, smiling.

“Likewise, Alejandro. I won’t be here on Thursday I’m afraid.”

“Plans?”

“Yes,” Price said with a smile. “Very important ones.”

“Good,” Alejandro said with a grin. ”¿Qué quieres?”

“My usual. And a to-go lasagna for Stella, she’ll be here to pick it up in a bit,” John answered. Alejandro's interest piqued at that comment. Last he’d heard, they were getting along, but this request seemed a little too intimate for co-workers.

The minutes ticked by as Price sipped his English stout beer and the buzz of the bar carried on around him. Stella finally arrived as he was about halfway through his glass and hurried to the bar. She looked radiant, smiling as she approached the empty space next to John.

“Hey, you,” Stella greeted him.

“Got everything sorted for the week?”

“Almost,” Stella said with a smile. Gaz tuned out Soap’s rambling about football to pay closer attention to his former captain. The Scotsman didn’t notice, still going off about statistics while Gaz noted Stella’s flushed cheeks as she smiled at Price. “Thanks,” she said, reaching over and squeezing John’s forearm. Gaz cursed mentally, wishing he had a better angle to see the gesture.

“You’re welcome.”

“Here’s your food, Stella,” Alejandro said, holding out a to-go bag to the brunette.

“Gracias, Ale. Te veo luego,” Stella said with a smile. “See you tomorrow,” she added, glancing at John with her cheeks still slightly brushed in pink hues.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” John said in return. “Have fun tonight catching up with your game.”

“I certainly will,” Stella said. “Bye,” she breathed, walking away. Gaz kept his eyes on his former commanding officer, noticing the relaxed look in his profile as he watched Stella walk away. The soft smile on John’s lips was yet another piece of the puzzle.

“Price?” Alejandro asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” John asked, turning back to the Mexican and acting as if nothing had happened.

“Nada,” Alejandro said with a smirk. “Call her reina. I’m sure she’ll love it,” Alejandro added.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” Price said, nonchalantly. Gaz nodded to himself, cementing the puzzle pieces in his mind.

Well, then. That makes things very interesting , Gaz thought, returning his focus to Soap who was still talking about football.

Thursday night, John found himself starting dinner preparations in his luxurious apartment kitchen, anxiously waiting for Stella's arrival. He'd dressed down to his shirt and slacks after he'd arrived home. He'd left the office before Stella so he could pick up some fresh items from the bodega while Stella finished catching up on emails. As he got to work washing the potatoes, he mulled over the pet name Alejandro had suggested on Monday. Whatever he’d seen between them had been enough to suggest calling Stella a queen. If he was honest with himself, he'd already considered calling her by that pet name many times since their first night together.

Alejandro's suggestion had given him the courage to do it. He was eager to see Stella's reaction, but he wanted to keep any flustered blushing or sweet stammering for his eyes alone. He couldn't bring himself to call her that in the office; while Kate was away until Monday, Stella had been running around the building keeping up with miscellaneous tasks for her.

“John!” Stella’s voice called out as she stepped into the apartment. “I’m here!”

“I’m in the kitchen!” he called out in response. He heard shuffling and jingling coming from the entryway as she dragged in everything she needed for the next couple of nights. As he turned to offer to help, Stella popped around the corner with her large duffel bag and a small cooler cradled in her arms. “Sweetheart!” he said, darting over immediately to help her. “Let me take this off your hands,” John said, taking the Hello Kitty-clad portable ice box from her.

“They held all day. I have sugar and the blowtorch in my bag, so put those in the fridge for me?”

“Of course,” John said with a smile. “Thank you for making this for us.”

“You’re welcome. I hope you like it,” Stella said, beaming at him.

“Drop that off, and come back,” John instructed. “Get comfortable!”

“Yes, sir,” Stella said, starting towards his bedroom. John returned to their dinner preparations. A couple minutes later, Stella stepped into the kitchen and softly called, "I'm comfy!” John stopped slicing the potatoes and looked up. He was left breathless. He carefully set the knife on the counter and turned off the stove as he drank in the sight of Stella in her lingerie. A lace bralette decorated with tiny little hearts covered her breasts while she wore a set of matching black lace underwear.

f*ckin’ hell, he thought, admiring the cheeky grin adorning her lips.

“Dinner is served,” she said, somewhat nervous.

“Yes, it is,” John said with a growl. He strode over to her, gripping her by the hips and pulling her towards him. “So f*ckin’ beautiful, reina,” he said, watching how her face flushed at the sound of the new pet name.

“I think that one might be my favorite,” she breathed, meeting his blue eyes in stunned desire.

“Good,” John said as he moved one of his hands from her hips and threaded it into her loose waves. “Food will be late, I’m afraid.”

“I think I can live with that,” Stella said, her gaze cast downwards to his lips briefly before going back up to his eyes.

“Me too,” John breathed, capturing her lips with his. Stella smiled into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was quick to tangle her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, eliciting a soft growl from John as he reached down to cup her ass and lift her to his waist. Stella wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles behind his back. Her lips moved away from his as she slowly kissed her way down to his neck. Price walked them to his room, holding back a moan as Stella breathed over his pulse point. John pinned his starlight to the wall inside of his door, bracing his arm above her head. Stella gasped and gently sucked down on his delicate pulse as he groaned deeply into her cheek. She kept going, showering the former captain with light nibbles as she kissed her way back up his jawline. He let out a soft groan as Stella reached his earlobe. Each soft moan and pant of her breath sent shocks to his half-hard length, turning him on further. “Oh, f*ck, starlight,” he moaned as Stella gently tugged at his lobe with her teeth.

“Yes?” she whispered in his ear.

“I’m not going to make it to the bed if you keep doin’ that,” John groaned as Stella affectionately nipped at his jaw.

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you all week,” Stella whined in his ear.

“I have too, but let me get us to my bed first,” he said, panting.

“Fine,” Stella sighed, smirking. John chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and continuing the journey toward his plush bed.

“I want to take my time with you,” John said as they arrived a few seconds later. He gently set her down on the bed as Stella uncrossed her ankles from his waist. She watched with lust alight in her deep brown eyes as Price took a short step away from the bed. He undid his tie as his gaze raked over her breasts sitting beautifully in her black bralette. "Do you have any more sets like this one?" He asked as he tossed his tie aside and feverishly unbuckled his belt.

“Plenty. I buy them for myself,” Stella answered with a coy smirk.

“I can’t wait to see the rest of them. Do any pieces match your star-laced underwear?”

“You liar, you did peek under my skirt.”

“I said I’d try not to,” John said with a cheeky grin. “I truly didn’t intend to,” he continued, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to have you before last Saturday,” John continued, his voice dropping slightly. Stella’s breath hitched as she felt that timbre all the way down to her core.

“Really?” Stella breathed in disbelief. John’s grin grew to a full smile as he stepped out of his pants, throwing them off towards a remote corner of the room. His shirt still hung loosely around him as he climbed onto the bed.

“Yes,” John panted. “I spent mornings wondering how you take your coffee, only to realize you don’t drink it,” he started, his blue eyes locking onto Stella’s. “You prefer hot chocolate, it’s sweeter.” She pressed her lips together as he loomed over her, tucking his hand under her chin so their eyes would remain locked. “My mornings at the gym were sometimes spent wondering if you liked getting up early or if you preferred to sleep in,” John continued. Stella reached over and grabbed the sides of his shirt, listening attentively. “Sharing lunch with you is an adventure because I’m eagerly waiting for you to tell me a funny story.”

“Keep talking,” Stella whispered. “Please.”

“Some days it was just looking at you, admiring the way your eyes light up when something good happens. Other days it was the yearning to have your lips on me once more after you kissed me on the cheek,” John whispered, slowly leaning in. “The more you opened up to me, the deeper my desire to know as much of you as you were willing to give.”

“I have never been more turned on than I am right now,” Stella admitted, fearing that the redness of her cheeks would be permanent. John chuckled, close enough to breathe onto her lips.

“You’re brilliant, my star,” John whispered.

“You’re ruining me for any other man.”

“Oh, sweet girl,” John growled. “After me, there is no one else,” he finished, crashing his lips onto hers. Stella released her grip on his shirt, wrapping an arm around his neck and threading her other hand into his hair. He groaned into the kiss, sneaking an arm around her back to grab a handful of her ass. Stella let out a soft gasp, parting her lips enough for him to slip his tongue in and taste her.

John rolled them over so she was on top of him, their lips locked in a searing kiss as he reached up and cupped a breast in his hand. A soft moan escaped Stella’s lips as he caressed her sensitive nib through the lace, the combination of his touch and the texture of her bralette sending waves of pleasure down to her core. Her hands cupped his cheeks as she positioned her legs on either side of him, folded at the knees. Stella pulled away from his lips, resting her forehead against his as she caught her breath.

“Confidence looks good on you,” John said, making her smile through her pants. “Next time, don’t be so nervous when you approach me like that,” he added, his hand maneuvering the lace cup of her bralette down to reveal her breast. “Every part of you is beautiful, mi reina,” he said, twirling the sensitive peak in his fingers. Stella gasped onto his lips, arching towards him.

“Really?” she gasped out.

“Yes,” John answered, his free hand threading into her hair and keeping her lips millimeters from his. “And I’ll remind you about it every moment I can,” he breathed.

“God, you’re killing me with that accent,” Stella whispered.

“In a good way, or a bad way?” John teased huskily.

“Goddamit, John,” Stella said, burying her face into his neck. He laughed, carefully turning them over so he was on top of her once more, keeping himself up on his elbows. “You know what I mean.”

“I do,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re cute when you’re flustered,” he remarked, placing a gentle kiss on her pulse point before making his way down her neck. “Don’t think for a moment that I didn’t miss the first time I complimented you,” John added as Stella threaded her fingers into his hair to be able to gaze into his eyes. “While I didn’t see the blush, your reaction spoke volumes.”

“You saw that?”

“Sweetheart, that cupcake might’ve been picked by the girls because it was the freshest, but I didn’t know it was your favorite until after I’d said it was for you,” John said. “I just remembered you eating it one morning with a smile on your face.”

“John,” Stella whispered, her eyes flicked down to his kiss-swollen lips and back up to his bright blue eyes to find his irises blown out with lust. “I’m speechless.”

“Even while I was acting like a scared asshole, I was still enraptured by you,” he admitted.

“I’ve-” Stella started panting, frantically searching for words to describe the emotions swelling in her chest. “I-”

“Now you’re speechless,” he teased her with a smirk.

“Jerk!” she spat. Stella untangled her fingers from his hair as John laughed joyfully. She watched as his eyes closed peacefully, and she admired his kind face.

“Glad you found your words. Don’t forget to use them,” John teased. “Because I certainly will,” he continued, his voice dropping to that note that set Stella’s body on fire. He leaned back down, placing soft kisses on her neck. A soft sigh escaped her with the first peck, closing her eyes as she relished the contact. “You always smell divine,” he mumbled into her neck as he continued further down, reaching just the top of her right breast. “Though today’s perfume isn’t like last Saturday’s,” he remarked.

“You noticed that too?” she whispered as John continued to place delicate kisses on her breast, deliberately skipping her peaked nipple.

“Of course,” he said, reaching the underside of her breast and leaving a soft peck there.

“Which one do you like better?” Stella breathed.

“Saturday’s,” John answered without hesitation. “That was pure seduction on you,” he continued, placing a soft kiss just above her belly button. Stella smirked, giggling as John left another kiss on her stomach.

“That one’s my favorite,” Stella mumbled. “I’ll wear it for you more often,” she continued.

“Please,” he growled. “This pudge of yours that you tried to hide from me?” John added.

“Y-yes?”

“Mine,” John growled before gently biting down on it. Stella gasped, sitting up suddenly at the combined mix of pleasure and pain. John placed a chaste kiss on his mark before moving further down. “Did you enjoy that?”

“M-more than I thought I would,” she admitted. John smirked, leveling his gaze with hers.

“If you can, reina,” he started. “Refresh my bite mark,” he continued, his tone deeper as he cupped her chin and kept her eyes on his. Stella's core was drenched now. She felt like she was drowning in the wave of his affection. “Ruin me.”

“Skip the foreplay and f*ck me, John,” she panted.

“Impatient?”

“We’ve only had each other once and as much as I enjoy physical foreplay, your words have me desperate,” Stella pleaded. “Save the rest of the worship for round two,” she whispered. John delicately grabbed her by the neck, noting the deep-seated lust in her eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a big girl. I can take a little bit of pain,” Stella said, the storm of lust clear on her features. John let out a primal sound from deep in his throat before ripping Stella’s underwear off. “Those were expensive!” she hissed.

“You asked for it,” he said, tightening his grip on Stella’s neck enough for her to feel it but not bruise the soft flesh. “Color?”

“Green,” Stella said quickly.

“Good girl,” John said huskily. With his free hand, he brushed his fingers against her slit, hissing in satisfaction. Her arousal was deeper than he’d anticipated, she was just as on edge as he was. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Don’t make me beg,” Stella whispered.

“You never need to beg with me, just ask,” John said as he carefully eased Stella to lie back down on her back while positioning his strained length at her entrance. “Is my sweet girl ready for me?” A guttural groan escaped him as he slowly entered her. Stella bit down on her lower lip as a feeling of bliss and relief overwhelmed her while his co*ck stretched her open.

“f*ck,” she mewled with a gasp as John filled her completely.

“So wonderfully tight, f*ckin’ hell,” he praised.

“Yes,” Stella gasped. John slowly removed himself to the tip before thrusting back in, hard. A loud yelp escaped her as he set a fast pace. The dim city glow cast a beautiful glow on every visible part of her, the light catching the unbridled pleasure that had glazed over her features. Her c*nt was heaven, clenching around John’s length as he continued, her first release drawing near. “J-John, I-I’m so-,” she panted. With his free hand, he reached down to where they were joined and applied a little extra pressure to her bundle of nerves. She gave a loud cry as her org*sm shook her, her back arching as her hands latched onto John's biceps of their own accord. She panted as the waves of pleasure overwhelmed her, her nails digging into the shirt he was still wearing. Her c*nt kept squeezing him, causing John to groan as he struggled to keep himself together.

“Can you give me one more?” he asked as he slowed down enough to let her recover.

“Yes,” Stella answered. “Maybe two.”

“I’ve been aching for you since Sunday night, one will suffice. For now,” John said, releasing Stella’s neck. He withdrew himself from her fully, smirking at the whimper she released upon feeling empty. The former captain stood at the end of his bed, watching her carefully as one of her hands reached down and circled her sensitive cl*t. “What a sight,” he said, watching as Stella slowly drove herself higher.

“John,” she whined.

“Move further up. I want to keep my eyes on you better as I f*ck you,” he requested. Stella removed her fingers from her swollen nub, inching backward on the bed until she was slightly propped up by the pillows he’d laid out that morning. John finally cast his shirt aside, climbing onto the bed and thrusting inside of her in one fell swoop.

“Yes,” Stella breathed. “You feel so good,” she said, moaning as he slid out before thrusting back in, harder. “Oh, John,” Stella moaned, as a rush of warmth and pleasure hit her.

“You sound so beautiful when you say my name like that,” he breathed. Stella wrapped her arms around him, one of her hands working its way through his hair as he continued to bring them higher. Her nails started to dig into his back as she arched toward him again. John groaned, burying his face into her neck. Stella clenched around him, her second org*sm drawing near. “Just like that, my reina, squeeze me,” John grunted.

“f*ck, I’m so close,” Stella panted. “Faster,” she pleaded. He complied, his hips moving quicker as he thrust up into her. Her sweet cries got louder, John feeling every single rich sound with each thrust. She came first, moaning into his ear as her release washed over her. Her walls squeezed him tight, bringing him over the edge as he came inside of her. Another soft moan escaped Stella as she felt his warm release inside of her.

“Don’t move,” John said, pecking the tip of her nose.

“Unless you want me dripping cum all over your sheets, wasn’t planning to,” Stella mumbled, catching her breath. John chuckled, burying his head into her neck. She giggled as his mustache tickled, scratching the back of his head. He placed a few kisses on her neck before carefully removing himself from her. As he got off the bed, a small gurgling sound startled them both.

“I’ll start dinner after I clean you up,” John said with a small chuckle.

“Thanks,” Stella said, blushing in embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize,” he said as he disappeared into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel a moment later. “I’m hungry myself,” John said as he slowly used the warm towel on her thighs, taking extra care with her center. She watched him work quietly, placing soft kisses after he was done with each thigh. “All done. If you’d like to take a shower, you’re welcome to do so. I’ve already set out a towel for you.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, reina,” John said as he got off the bed. Her contented gaze followed his movements. He grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants from a nearby drawer before disappearing into the bathroom and emerging a few minutes later with the pants slung low over his hips. “I’ll start dinner. Hopefully this time, I’ll be able to finish it.”

“You will,” Stella said with a smirk. “I’ve brought my handheld console to keep me busy after my shower.”

“Good. I’ll call you when I’m done. Take your time.”

“Thank you,” Stella said, carefully getting out of bed.

John and Stella enjoyed the exquisite dinner as their conversation flowed easily. He loved hearing the happy childhood memories Stella shared, like the ballet recitals where her mom was her lead cheerleader and stage makeup artist. It was even better when she dug into her socials to find a picture of her in that wilted tutu, posing next to one of her sisters. He only knew of one sister, but it turned out Stella was the eldest of four.

She heard all about his teenage exploits, laughing at how he’d always get himself into trouble on the soccer pitch or at the racecourse during the weekends but was a model student during the week. Teenage John always had a clear view of what was right and wrong, learning more about the grey in between once he joined the military.

Once dinner was finished, Stella excused herself to grab their dessert from the fridge. With a quick excursion to the bedroom to grab the sugar and torch, she arrived back at the kitchen to see John cleaning up their plates. She busied herself spreading some sugar on top of each ramekin before broiling it with her torch like she’d done it many times before. John watched her in her element, smiling as everything went perfectly.

“Dessert is served,” Stella said, grabbing two spoons from his cutlery drawer and holding one out to him. John paused to dry off his hands before taking the offered utensil. He smiled, eager to try the beautiful dessert. After hearing all of their friends praise her baking skills, his expectations were high. The sugar cracked delightfully before he prepared himself a spoonful and had a bite. John groaned at the delectable taste, closing his eyes as he savored the rich vanilla flavor. Stella giggled, moaning in satisfaction as she enjoyed her first bite.

“f*ck,” he whispered, glancing at Stella. She’d grabbed her bowl and was eating it with a delighted look in her eyes. “This is incredible.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Stella said as she met John’s overjoyed smile. “I prepare the vanilla myself,” she added, having another spoonful.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s just some vodka, vanilla beans, and time,” Stella said. “Makes for a richer taste.”

“I can feel the difference,” John said, enjoying the feeling of the dessert melting on his tongue.

“How much time?”

“A year,” Stella said. “Once I learned how to do it? Haven’t bought any at the store since.”

“Now I’m eager to try your cookies,” John remarked.

“Keep being good to me, and maybe one of these days I’ll show up with a jar just for you,” Stella said with a wink. John chuckled, leaning down and kissing her.

“Lookin’ forward to it, starlight,” he said as he pulled back. “Thank you for spoiling me with something this decadent.”

“There’s an extra one for tomorrow.”

“I don’t think I can wait until then,” he said.

“You better,” Stella said as she finished hers. “Ugh, that was so good. Have yet to find one in the city to compete.”

“I’m heavily inclined to agree at the moment, f*ckin’ hell,” John agreed. “Have you ever made this for anyone else before?”

“Yeah,” Stella said, smiling as she remembered the first time she used her homemade vanilla for this. It’d been an experiment a year in the making but it was worth it. In the two years since, this was the only extract she’d use for all of her baking projects. Including waffles for breakfast. “I made it for Em’s friendsgiving last year.”

“sh*te, I missed this!?”

“Yeah,” Stella said, recalling why she’d left early that night. “You were busy working, and by the time you were coming, I took the last one with me. I sorely needed it.”

“Why?”

“That was the first time Ricardo had posted his new girlfriend after ghosting me earlier in the year,” Stella answered, placing her empty dish in the sink.

“Oh,” John said, watching her as he finished his crème brûlée. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was upset then but I’m over it.”

“Has he contacted you since last week?”

“No,” Stella answered. “He did show up at Em’s store,” she continued.

“What?” John asked, watching Stella clean up the remaining plates.

“Si told him to back off,” Stella said. She glanced around the kitchen and found the nearest clock, her eyes widening at the time. “sh*t.”

“How long until the stream?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Stella said.

“That’s enough time,” John said. “You get everything set up in the living room, I’ll finish up here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to think that-”

“Starlight, you’ve done enough. Let me,” John said, interrupting her.

“Okay,” Stella said with a sigh. John waited for her to dry her hands off before wrapping his arms around her to pull her in for another kiss.

“You’ve spoiled me with that dessert,” he said after pulling back. “Go get yourself settled on the couch, I’ll be right there.”

“Yes, sir!” Stella said, pecking his cheek and disappearing in that direction. He finished cleaning up everything related to dinner before arriving at the living room to see Stella on the couch with a large cartoon blanket draped over her legs. “You haven’t missed anything important yet, it’s all been adbreaks,” Stella said, lifting the blanket.

“You packed that in your bag?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Stella said, confused.

“It stays here now,” John said.

“O-ok,” Stella said, still mildly confused as John slid onto the couch next to her. She settled onto his side, comfortably cuddling him on the couch. John draped an arm around her back, kissing the top of her head as the intro started to play. “Thank you for this.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for letting me enjoy this with you.”

“If you have any questions, let me know.”

“What is Sam wearing?”

“It’s the Halloween episode. They’re all in costume.”

“But-”

“John, baby, Sam is always extra, live with it,” Stella said, relaxed as the recap continued. He smiled at the pet name, glad Stella was finally feeling comfortable enough to use one on him. He was eager to hear what else she’d dare to come up with.

As the episode rolled, combat initiated, prompting Matt to go off-screen and come back with a model map.

“That’s incredible,” John remarked as the camera showed all the details.

“I love seeing them, they’re so detailed,” Stella said. “I can imagine him setting these up like Legos.”

“Really?”

“Have you ever built one?”

“As a child,” John said, thinking back. “Friend of mine had a big box, and always made some crazy things with it.”

“You’d probably like building the big ones.”

“What do you mean?”

“f*ck yeah! Nat 20!!” Stella cheered at Travis’s attack roll. “There are some architectural ones that are insanely beautiful and a lot of fun to build,” she said, slipping back into the conversation effortlessly.

“You’d think I’d enjoy that?”

“Would you try it?”

“Sure,” John said. “Surprise me with whichever one you’d like.”

“Famous last words,” Stella said with a smirk.

“You’re determined to help me find a nerdy hobby, aren’t you?”

“We do have a lot of fun,” Stella said.

“Admittedly, you do,” John said, shifting so he could meet her eyes. She was already glancing up at him, smiling.

“Maybe we can go on a hike, I’d brave the cold to enjoy one of your hobbies.”

“It’s better in the spring, but fair enough,” John said leaning down for another chaste kiss. “Having fun?”

“Yes. You?”

“I am. The story is really engaging.”

“Glad you think so,” Stella said, smiling as she settled back into her original position. John focused back on the screen, enjoying the show and appreciating how comfortably Stella fit next to him. He could get used to coming back to this. Night after night, he’d come back from work to a large space with a maddening silence. Having her here was comforting, reassuring, filling the silent corners with her shining light. It made this apartment bearable. Being with her however, felt like home.

Chapter 28: Halloween @Lucky 7's Gaming Corner

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John was the first one to wake up Friday morning. Stella was nestled into his chest perfectly. During the night, her oversized sleep shirt had ridden up, so his arm was wrapped around her bare waist. His fingertips brushed up against one of her velvet breasts. He took a moment to watch the rise and fall of her chest as she peacefully slept when he was abruptly startled by a blaringly loud alarm. Stella came to life with a miserable groan.

“Ugh,” she mumbled. She blindly reached for her phone before she finally found it under a pillow. "Ten more minutes," she groaned as she viciously stabbed the snooze button and settled back into John's arms. He chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“You do enjoy sleeping in any chance you get, don’t you?”

"Yeeesss," Stella answered sleepily.

“Starlight,” John said, running his fingers down her arm. “Might I suggest a little something to motivate you?”

“What did you have in mind?” Stella mumbled, her head still mostly buried in her pillow.

“I think you’ll enjoy it,” John said with a smirk. He carefully maneuvered them so Stella lay back as he began to place soft kisses on her exposed stomach as he hovered over her. He left a soft nibble near the bite mark from the night before while a soft giggle escaped the beauty below him. He continued further down, reaching the hem of her underwear.

“Que rico,(That's nice)” she moaned groggily. John removed the green-colored garment and cast it aside, nipping carefully at each of her thighs before positioning himself between them.

“Is that a yes?” John asked.

“Yes,” Stella said, sounding a little more alert as she shifted from the plush pillow to meet John’s lust-blown eyes. “Waking me up like this when I’m half-asleep is good too,” she said with a grin.

“Noted,” John said from his position. “Turn off the alarm before it startles us both in the middle of this,” he then requested.

“R-right,” Stella said, looking for her phone. He kept his eyes on her as she found her device. John watched her for a moment, inching closer to her center as she finally set it aside after shutting off the alarm. Without warning, John’s tongue licked along her slit. Her breathing caught as she inched down closer to him. He didn’t make her wait long for more, circling her cl*t and sending a ripple of pleasure through her. He built her up slowly with his tongue as he carefully alternated between circling and flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Another moan escaped her, Stella arching her back as the waves of pleasure washed over her. “I could get used to this,” she mumbled.

Me too, John thought as he applied a little more pressure. He could feel Stella’s arousal increasing, her wetness slowly coating his face. Her fingers threaded into his hair, guiding him into the perfect angle for her. “Good girl,” he groaned into her wet folds before resuming his actions. John admired the confidence she was gaining, helping him learn where he could service her better.

“Yes,” Stella groaned, arching her back as another surge of warmth overtook her. “John,” she panted. He delighted in taking her higher, her breathing ragged as she felt herself tumbling closer to the edge of her org*sm.

John began sucking at the spot she’d led him to, grinning inwardly as he heard her moans become louder and more urgent. His eyes were focused on her, watching as unrestrained pleasure took over her features. Bringing her pleasure was his new addiction, and the beautiful way her body tightened and relaxed with each stroke of his tongue was a high all its own.

Stella came with a soft cry of his name, riding his mouth with every aftershock of her crashing org*sm. Once her grip on his hair had eased, he removed himself from her center, nibbling at her thigh to leave a light mark.

“How are you feeling?”

“I want more, but I don’t think we have time,” Stella whined.

“What time is it?”

“It’s eight.”

“We have time for a shower together.”

“Fine, but no funny business,” Stella said with a smirk.

“Can’t promise that reina,” he teased. “I’ll make breakfast after,” John said as he slowly got up from the bed. Stella groaned as she followed suit, steady on her feet as she got out of bed. John led them to the bathroom and turned on the hot water in the shower.

“God,” Stella mumbled.

“Yes?” John teased.

“Your ego is terrible.”

"Just checking to make sure your every need is met, sweetheart," he teased her, pecking her cheek as he slid off his sweatpants and stepped into the shower.

“They have been,” she grinned. John tested the water’s warmth, admiring Stella as she slipped the shirt over her head, casting it aside to climb in. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her under the stream of the waterfall shower to him. “I thought I told you no funny business,” Stella said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re the one with the arms around my neck, sweetheart,” he teased.

“That I am,” she said, nudging him by the neck to lean down and kiss her. John obliged, getting lost in the taste of her. As the warm water fell on them, John weaved his left hand into her hair, carefully massaging her scalp to make sure every strand got wet. Stella moaned into his lips, comforted by his attention. He smiled before pulling away from her kiss, pecking her cheek as his right hand joined in the massage. “That feels so good,” she mumbled.

“I’m glad you think so,” John said. He then grabbed a bottle from the edge of the shower, pouring some of the shampoo into his hand to layer her hair.

“Let me have some of that,” Stella said.

“You first,” John insisted as he massaged her scalp. Stella groaned under his touch, melting onto him as he kept going. “Feel good?”

“Just as good as that oral you gave me a few minutes ago,” she mumbled in response. John chuckled, trailing his fingers down her arms.

“Rinse off,” he instructed, removing himself from the stream of water. He watched Stella rinse off the lather. “You’re so f*ckin beautiful,” he said as she stepped aside. John’s lips curled into a smile as he noticed the blush on her cheeks. He could never grow tired of that. As he ducked into the waterfall and got his hair wet, he heard the shampoo bottle open and close. “Do you need me to turn around?” John asked as he closed his eyes and took a step forward.

“No,” Stella said softly, reciprocating his heavenly scalp massage. John groaned, leaning sideways as Stella’s hands delicately worked the lather into his hair. She smiled, placing a gentle kiss onto his chest.

“Stella,” he whispered.

“One second,” she said seductively. The tone sent chills down John’s spine, warmth starting to boil. Her hands were still massaging his scalp while her lips were still gently pressing softly onto his rapidly warming chest. One of his hands reached out to grip her luscious bottom as Stella continued forth, nudging his head downwards.

“f*ck,” John groaned as a sharp jolt on his collarbone brought him out of his trance. “Starlight,” he growled, pinning her against the wall.

“You told me to refresh the bite mark when I could,” Stella teased as their eyes met.

“We’re both going in late, I will not hear -”

“I have to sub for Kate in a meeting at ten!” Stella argued. John growled in protest, burying his head into her neck. “W-we can be a little late but I can’t miss that,” Stella stammered, biting her lip as she felt John’s fingers brush against her slit.

“Fine,” he huffed. “What time are we due at Emily’s?”

“Seven-thirty. I need to pick up dinner before we go.”

“That’s not enough time,” John growled, sliding his thumb between her folds and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Did you really think you could get away with that?” he breathed. Stella whimpered, whining as he applied enough pressure to send a shock of pleasure to her core but not enough to satiate her.

“Y-yes,” Stella whispered. John chuckled darkly into her neck, removing the pressure from her cl*t and testing her wetness further.

“You brought this upon yourself, you cheeky tease,” he said, groaning as he slid two fingers inside of her. “You’re so wet, sweetheart. I’m havin’ you now and brace yourself for tonight,” John murmured into her neck as he curled his fingers inside of her. Stella’s nails dug into his back as she arched toward him, mewling in pleasure as he hit the spot that sent her yearning for more.

“F-f*ck,” she whined.

“Want me inside you?” he breathed.

“Y-yes,” Stella panted, finding his half-hard length and grasping it gently. John moaned in delight as she delicately, deftly stroked him. He removed his fingers from her core and picked her up by her plush ass. Stella quickly wrapped her legs around him, releasing his erection as he positioned himself at her entrance. He swiftly lowered her down until he bottomed out, stretching her out on his hardened length. “f*ck,” Stella breathed, panting as John quickly f*cked her against the wall.

“So needy,” he grunted, eager to take them over the edge together.

“You too, my captain,” Stella said onto his lips. He growled at the new pet name, feeling a primal need to take her harder. “f*ck!” she cried as he strongly thrust up into her. Her breathing hitched as he continued slamming into her, letting her feel the full force of him as his control fractured. Her org*sm was close, a tidal wave ready to wash over and swallow her whole.

“That’s it,” John grunted, feeling her clenching around him consistently. “You’re so close,” he panted as he felt his release nearing. “Let go with me,” he groaned, his movements jerky before finally spilling his release inside of her. Stella tightened around him, a loud cry escaping her lips as the tidal wave crashed into her. Wave upon wave of pleasure consumed her as her walls milked him dry, the needy storm within her calmed as they slowly came down together.

“Woah,” Stella breathed. John chuckled, pressing his cheek against hers. “You held back that much on Saturday night even after I asked?”

“It’s what you called me,” John panted, still struggling to catch his breath.

“What did I -oh f*ck. That set you off?”

“Yes,” John said, finally regaining his composure. “Careful with that one, starlight,” he warned.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said with a small smile. “We can grab breakfast on the way to work. I won’t have time.”

“You go on ahead of me. I’ll have something for you at your desk when your meeting is over,” John said, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. “And we’ll order lunch from the Cuban place,” he continued, helping her stand in the shower.

“You really are after my heart, aren’t you?” Stella said with a dazed smile on her lips. He chuckled, leaning down to rest his forehead against hers.

“Only if you want me to have it.”

“One day at a time, John,” she said, her cheeks flushed again. He smiled, knowing that the blush wasn’t due to the hot water. It hung in the air, unspoken, but he felt it too.

Something beautiful was blossoming between them.

After a few hours that seemed to stretch on forever, the work day came to an end. John waited near Stella’s desk as she changed into her costume for the night while he placed the group's traditional order for the pizza with Luigi's. Stella stepped out of the bathroom some minutes later, looking more radiant than she did the first time he saw her in that tavern wench cosplay.

“Everything should be ready by the time we get there,” John said as she walked up to him.

“Good,” Stella said as she dug into her bag and pulled out her cloak.

“I’m amused you’ve been able to carry that around all day,” he teased.

“I didn’t. I, uh, wore the cloak on my way here. It makes it easier to carry,” Stella said with a sheepish smile.

“I wish I could’ve seen that.”

“Irene and the others wouldn’t stop touching it when I arrived.”

“You must’ve left a mess of glitter all over the carpet.”

“Probably,” Stella said with a giggle. “Let’s go!”

“Right,” John agreed, starting to leave the top floor. Stella followed after him, heading to the elevator and eagerly waiting to head to Emily’s store.

“Oh,” Stella said, remembering suddenly. “I need to give you a heads up.”

“Concerning?”

“The game. While it’s a one-shot with the characters from our regular game, I need to give you a little backstory about Serafina and Ash.”

“Who’s Ash?”

“Simon’s character,” Stella answered. “When Gaz asked us to make characters for this game, Si had a hard time trying to figure out what he wanted to play. One night Rosie and I were talking about our characters Serafina and Liara, and I brought up Sera's history. When Si heard all about Ash, he asked if I had a sheet for him. I told him all about Sera’s backstory with this guy and he decided to play him,” Stella said as they arrived at the ground level. She waved at security as they continued on to pick up dinner.

“Had he played with you before that?”

“Yeah, but mostly the characters Gaz had given him. Si hadn’t really embraced the role-playing part of all this until Ash.”

“What about his character is so important that you feel a need to warn me about it?”

“Well, Sera and Ash have had a slow-burn romance thing going. So if Si says anything that strikes you as weird, don’t get territorial. It’s just the game,” she explained. John almost glared at that.

“I suppose I'll understand once I see you all in action,” John said as they arrived at the restaurant.

“Stella!” called out the employee at the register. “Someone else called the regular order and I was confused for a second until they gave your name.”

“Yeah,” she said, digging into her pocket for her wallet. “Thanks for that, John,” Stella said, glancing over at him and pecking his cheek.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” John said as he eyed the employee at the counter.

“I’ve added extra pepper flake packets for you.”

“Thanks, Andrés,” Stella said as she placed a card on the counter.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he processed the payment quickly and handed Stella back her card. “What are you taking for drinks?”

“Almost the same as last week, just sub one of the regular sodas for a diet.”

“Gotcha,” Andrés said as he busied himself preparing a paper bag with all the drinks. John watched him work as Stella stepped aside to make a phone call. Judging by her end of it, she was catching up with Kate on a few details of the workday which had been blessedly calm. “All set,” he said, sliding the bag over to John.

“Thank you,” Stella said, walking up to the counter as she pocketed her phone.

“All good with Kate?”

“Yes, she’s eager to go back to work on Monday. And she told me to take the week after Thanksgiving off,” Stella said as she slid the pizza boxes across the counter to her arms. Price noted the dates in his mind, wondering how Kate had figured out that was the time he’d wanted off as well.

“Are you sure you can carry that?”

“The sodas are heavier,” Stella answered John.

“Fair enough,” John said as he grabbed the bag.

“¡Gracias, Andrés! See you next week!”

“Bye!” they heard him say as the pair reached the sidewalk once more.

“If you get bored during the game, it’s okay for you to go home and wait for me,” Stella said as they walked in the direction of Lucky 7’s Gaming Corner.

“I’ll catch up with Johnny and Emily. Stella, I can assure you, I will not be bored. I’m excited to see this play out as much as you are,” John said as they continued. They walked on in comfortable quiet until they reached the store a few minutes later. Rosie quickly opened the door, grinning widely as they approached. Stella was first inside, and Simon swooped over to collect the pizza from her.

“Stella!” Emily cried, quickly scrambling from around the counter and embracing her.

“Hey, Em,” Stella said with a smile as she was let go. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise,” the brunette said, studying her friend’s face carefully. “You seem happy.”

“Well yeah, it’s Friday and it’s game night,” Stella said with a cheeky grin.

“We missed you last night.”

“I know, I needed the night in. Hopefully next week it’ll be better,” Stella said, trying to reassure her friend. John had to admire how Stella was working around her bad lying at last. Their work week had been complicated, especially with Stella filling in for some meetings in place of Kate while he took care of others.

“I hope so too,” Emily said, being offered a slice of pizza by Soap. “I forgot how hungry I am.”

“You’ve been at it all day, love,” Soap said, placing his cheek on hers. “Hey, Stell.”

“Hey, Johnny,” Stella greeted with a smile. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise. Thanks for dinner,” Soap said as he bit down on his own slice. “Price, wasn’t expectin’ to see ya here with Stell.”

“Since I missed last night at Ale’s due to work, I figured it’d be best to catch up with you ‘ere,” John said, watching as Stella was pulled aside by Emily. He watched the girls go and returned his focus to Soap, who was practically giddy with excitement.

“I’m glad ya made it,” Soap grinned. “Tonight’s goin’ ta be a lot o’ fun. Em set up a candy bowl for kids if ya wanna help.”

“Sure,” John said as he studied the store. Everything looked festively spooky. Gauzy spiderwebs decorated the window displays while eerie music played through the store speakers instead of the usual K-pop. Gaz was sitting at the head of one long table, dressed up in a leather-clad warrior costume. Simon looked more dressed up than usual, sporting actual slacks with his red vest and black dress shirt. Rosie looked like a princess, wearing a pink and white dress with a billowing skirt. Atop her loose red hair, she sported a small golden tiara.

“We need to get ya a costume,” Soap said, bringing him back to reality.

“It’s alright, Soap, maybe next year,” John said with a chuckle.

“Come on, cap’n, even Simon dressed up this year.”

“I noticed,” John remarked.

After everyone had dinner, the games finally got underway. Gaz and his competitors were quick to start things off to try and see who could complete the dungeon the fastest. Both tables were struggling with the first puzzle, discussing in semi-hushed whispers different possible solutions. John caught up with Soap and Emily, making small talk and discussing how the store was doing.

“Star, calm down,” Simon said, catching John’s attention. He glanced over to his former Lieutenant to see his eyes focused on Stella, who was stubbornly holding her ground.

“I’m fine,” Stella persisted. John then turned his gaze over to Rose to see her completely unbothered by the exchange. “Look, Ash, I’m positive that’s what we need to do.”

“Sera, Ash, do you have a solution?”

“We do,” Simon said. “The crystals and the grid are responding to coordinates in the room.”

“What?” Sean asked, surprised.

“Yes,” Stella said with a grin. “Give me the green ones,” she said confidently. John watched her stand up from the table and explain the solution to the room. The other team stared at her in shock as she explained how the grid and gems worked with Simon’s assistance. Gaz was proudly grinning the whole time.

“That’s right,” Gaz beamed, pulling out a few paper strips. “This is what’s inside of those chests.”

“Sweet!” David cried, watching as Stella grabbed the papers and studied them with Simon.

“Good work, star. Brilliant as always,” Simon said, as he took one of the pieces offered to him. “Are you sure you want me to have this?”

“You need a better sword,” Stella said quickly. “Rose, I think you should take this staff,” Stella continued, handing another strip of paper to her friend.

“Oh, sh*t. This is amazing!”

“Yeah,” Stella said with a chuckle. “Okay, Sean and David, these are for you.”

“What did you keep?” Simon asked.

“I kept the ring. It helps me cast light at will so I’m not always using my cantrip, and for the 6 attack charges so I can keep my spell slots for Hunter’s Mark if need be,” Stella said, holding up the paper for Simon to read. He took it from her hand as Stella worked around her tablet to add the item to her inventory.

“Attuning it now?” Gaz asked.

“Yes, I am.”

“All right. You all get to keep one item from this one shot to bring with you back to the main game so choose wisely,” Gaz then announced.

“Wait, so there’s more loot for us to choose from?” Rose asked.

“If you find it,” Gaz grinned.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see what else is in here,” Sean said as Gaz got up from the table.

“Give me five minutes, grabbing the next floor,” Gaz announced. Neil, the rival Dungeon Master, was still trying to help his table find the solution to the puzzle by helping his players with their logic to find the solution. Now that Stella had announced the solution, it was obvious to the players but not to the characters themselves.

A few moments later, Gaz returned with another model map. Simon stood and gathered everyone's character figurines and returned them to the players. Once the map was clear, he gave it to Soap. Gaz set down the new model before taking back his seat.

“You all hurry down the stairs to the next level, what do you want to do first? Barge in?”

“Oh, hell no,” Stella said with a laugh. “Arcana check on the door.”

“Roll.”

“Fifteen.”

“You do detect magic in the area, but not on the door.”

“I’ll check for traps,” Sean said.

“Roll for perception,” Gaz said. John watched as Sean, dressed as a wizard, rolled a die.

“sh*t. That’s an eight.”

“Looks good to you,” Gaz said with a shrug.

“Door looks fine to me,” Sean said, in character. “I go over to open it.”

“You reach over and open the door and then hear a soft ‘click,’” Gaz said with a smirk. “Everyone roll dexterity saving throws.”

“f*ck!” Rosie cried. “Four.”

“Twenty-one,” Stella said.

“Fifteen,” Simon said.

“Seventeen,” David chimed in.

“I rolled a one,” Sean groaned.

“Put that thing in jail!” Stella cried. The table broke into a fit of laughter as Sean cast the die aside.

“Sera, Ash, and Theodoric manage to step aside and completely avoid the flurry of spears that come through the open door. Liara, you take five piercing damage while Jay, you take the full ten as you were the one who stood in the doorway and took the direct hit.”

“f*ck!” Sean sighed.

“I’ll reach over to Jay and cast cure wounds at first level,” Stella said, reaching into a tiny cauldron and pulling out another die. “You heal for six.”

“Thanks, Sera,” Sean said.

“Be more careful next time, you just barged in. f*cking hot head,” Stella said while rolling her eyes.

“Don’t call me a hot head!”

“Jay, this is not the first time you’ve done this.”

“Liara, you’re taking her side?!”

“You almost killed me last time!” Rose argued.

“Shut it!” Stella cried. “I want to get back to our mission and this squabbling isn’t getting us anywhere. Let’s go,” she urged.

“Right,” Sean huffed, smiling.

“Now, this room looks harmless,” Gaz started. “Group perception check, please?” Gaz requested.

“Nat20,” Simon announced.

“YES!” Stella and Rosie cheered. They high-fived each other, being careful to not hit Simon in their excitement. The rest of the table rolled better as Gaz removed the cover at the top of the map to reveal the room.

“Oh sh*t,” Stella said.

“I do not like the look of that,” Rose agreed.

“We’ve got this,” David grinned.

“I sure hope so,” Stella said with a nervous laugh.

An hour later, both tables called a thirty-minute break for everyone to go to the restroom, refill their drinks, and grab whatever snacks they wanted from the nearby pharmacy before getting back to the grind. Gaz’s table was ahead by one room but the race had turned into a close one.

Stella was in the restroom, while everyone else was stretching their legs. John crossed the store to chat with Rose, and as he approached he recognized her costume as Ariel from The Little Mermaid advertisem*nts he'd seen recently.

“Did you make your cosplay for tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, I did. Stell helped,” Rose said with a knowing smirk.

“Ah, I see you already know the gossip?”

“Yes, I could tell by the way you two are looking at each other. Si confirmed it for me a bit ago before going to the pharmacy for more chocolate,” Rose answered.

“One less chat to have,” John said with a shrug.

“Yep! Your secret's safe with me."

“Thank you,” John said, glancing over to his friends. Soap and Gaz were catching up and happily chatting with Neil about the champion's league football, which was set to start up soon. Neil's players ambled about the store and talked amongst themselves. John pondered how best to phrase his next question, and returned his focus to Rose. “Simon calls her ‘star’?”

“Yeah,” Rose answered. “It’s been like that since the start of the game. Sera has a wolf familiar that’s attached to the cosmos, instead of fur, his body is like a window to space. Looks like the starhorse in Destiny,” Rose continued. “Sera also has some sort of star attachment or other, I don’t know that part of the backstory but, Si does. They discussed it together with Gaz after he decided to play Ash.”

“Stella told me Si hadn’t embraced the role-playing aspect until this character.”

“Yeah, it took him a bit. He started off really technical,” Rose explained with a small smile as she remembered his first game. “We introduced him to the concept with something simple, a honey heist. After that, it was another one-shot. He slowly warmed up to everything but couldn’t role-play his character. I don’t know what struck him about Ash. I do think though, that there’s something in his backstory that he related to deeply and that’s what’s gotten Si out of his shell since we’ve started this campaign.”

“Mommy look! It’s Princess Ariel!” came a tiny cry through the window. John and Rose glanced in the direction of the voice to see a group of costumed children waving at her. “Can we go see her?” the girl, no older than six, dressed as a mermaid requested. The mother gave Rose a long look before the redhead nodded in response to the silent question.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” the mother said, gently pulling the group of children into the store. Simon was right behind them, watching how Rose’s face lit up at the crowd of children crowding her and asking for pictures.

“Ariel!” cried the mermaid. “You look so pretty.”

“Why thank you,” Rose said, speaking delicately and curtsying to the group of kids before kneeling down to their height.

“Price,” Simon started, approaching his former superior officer.

“Simon, how are you?”

“I’m well,” Simon answered. “You?”

“Doing great myself,” John said with a small smile. They watched Rose dedicate a few minutes to each child, answering their questions and posing for photos. Though Simon was wearing a face mask and his stony eyes gave away very little, John could tell that something was brewing. “She’s a beautiful princess, isn’t she?”

“She is,” Simon said softly. “Brilliant with kids.”

“Simon -”

“Break’s over!” Soap announced, cutting off John’s question. John watched intently and compassionately as Simon stared blankly towards the group before coming back to himself a moment later.

“Si, you good?” Stella asked softly, as she appeared by his side. She shared a knowing look with John across Simon's chest.

“It’s fine, star, I’m good,” Simon said as he quickly ducked to the table.

“Having fun?” John asked Stella.

“I am. Hope you’re not too bored over by the counter,” Stella answered.

“Not at all, sweetheart. Seeing you all play is as fun as watching the voice actors,” John remarked with a small grin.

“Glad you think so,” Stella beamed.

“Stella!” Rose cried. “Come on!”

“Coming!” Stella cried, scrambling back to her seat next to Simon. As she settled in, she beamed up at John, who watched keenly, eager to see the rest of the dungeon.

Chapter 29: Post-game Promises

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An hour and a half of spirited play later, Neil's table emerged victorious in the Lucky 7's Halloween special. Stella's group had been in the lead for most of the campaign, but the final room came down to the wire. Jay and Liara had run out of spell slots by the time they arrived, which put them at a disadvantage and limited the group's firepower. Neil’s players had more at their disposal and were able to take down the dragon three turns sooner.

“Bye, guys!” Stella cried as she started out the door.

“Price are ya walkin’ Stell home?” Soap asked as he noticed his former superior officer a step behind her.

“Yes,” John answered, avoiding the knowing looks on Simon and Rose’s faces.

“Me mandas un texto cuando llegues a tu apartment!” Emily cried.

“Will do!” Stella said as she exited the shop. John followed her out, sighing. He was eager to get home as soon as possible, ready to make good on his promise from that morning.

John and Stella were walking home from the store quietly, enjoying the cold, clear night. The calm between them couldn't be touched by the festivities they passed, not the college parties, nor the rowdy trick-or-treaters.

“Did you have fun?” John asked. Their hands were lightly brushing together during their walk, ripples of static sparking through them with each graze as Stella and Price pressed on.

“I did. Shame about the spell slots,” Stella said, covering herself with her cloak. A chill had picked up, sending shivers down her spine. She was looking forward to the warmth of John’s apartment, and the warmth he brought her in every other way. “I will admit though, I’m glad I stuck to my guns and kept the ring for our game. The bow Gaz offered me was good, but the ring of stars made more sense.”

“What about the bow?”

“It added an extra damage die but the ring’s rarity is purple,” Stella explained. “Logically for Serafina, she’d rather keep the ring than give up the bow she already has since her mother made it for her.”

“Sentimental attachment?”

“Exactly,” Stella said with a smile. John glanced over his shoulder and carefully reached over to take Stella’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together. He watched her cheeks flush with color before she squeezed his hand tightly in return. “Sera’s backstory is massive,” she continued. “I’ve been working on this character for years. I remember meeting with Gaz about her before the game started and he loved her just as much as I do.”

“I’m assuming you wrote Ash’s story as well?”

“I did. I spent almost a year on their backgrounds, waiting for the right moment to play Serafina and then letting the DM use Ash as they saw fit within my boundaries. Rosie had gone to the bathroom when Si asked me about Ash. He’d been struggling to come up with a character and wanted to use Ash as a base to start off from.”

“You told him the backstory,” John said as they drew nearer to his apartment building.

“I did. I told him Ash was a soldier with a tragic past. He ran away to train under a general who could help him stand up to his neglectful father, and he lost his family. When he realized that his master had done this all as an elaborate ruse and had hidden him away in a dungeon, Ash broke free and went back home to find out someone else had taken his place.”

“What?” John asked, shocked.

“Yeah, there’s so much more to it. I only told Simon that part and he asked if there was a chance he could play Ash,” Stella said with a small smile. “I didn’t ask why. He asked to see the character sheet. By the time Rosie got back from the bathroom, we gave her the news and she got super excited too because that meant Si finally had a character and we could start the game sooner.”

“I need you to finish telling me Ash’s backstory, sweetheart. I’m wholly invested now,” John said as he opened the building door. Stella released his hand before stepping inside the lobby, following him to the elevator.

“Oh, it’s an adventure,” Stella said excitedly as they stepped into the lift. “So, when Ash gets home, he sees someone else in his place. Living his life, getting all the loving attention from his mother, and everyone just accepted this thing as him and never questioned why it didn’t remember anything from the past.”

“What happened next?”

“Ash went back to his teacher and sealed off his heart.”

“How does that tie to Sera?”

“They have been in an arranged marriage since they were kids. Set to marry when they came of age. They had an unbreakable bond in their youth. They admitted they really cared for each other when they were thirteen. Then her family was murdered, forcing her into hiding in the wild. When she was missing for four years, Ash had his incident.”

“Starlight, you could turn this into a book,” John said as the elevator finally arrived at their floor. “The story is riveting.”

“Thank you,” Stella said, her cheeks rosy at the praise. Her heart started racing as John opened the door, eagerly anticipating his next move. If he didn’t initiate, she was definitely going to remind him of his promise from the shower that morning. John held the door open for her, allowing her in first. Stella carefully unbuttoned her cloak, sliding it off her shoulders and hanging it by the door. Once it was safely secured, her boots were next.

“Let me know when you’re done,” John said huskily.

“I’m done,” she whispered, turning around to face him. He pounced in a flash, pinning her against the wall.

“My little tavern wench,” John growled. “Looking exquisite all night,” he continued, burying his face between her neck and shoulder.

“Just for you,” Stella panted. She gasped as John's lips closed on her neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as he raked his teeth against her pulse point. Whatever chills she’d had earlier were gone now, warmth simmering in her body as he nipped at her skin. John’s hand slowly worked its way up her thigh, his fingers clutching and lifting her skirt. Her breathing deepened. Her core was dripping with need as John slowly moved down from her neck.

She wrapped her arms around him, one of her hands threading into his hair as he lavished the top of her cleavage with soft licks and kisses. He lowered the top of her flowy blouse, revealing the flesh-toned bra that held her breasts in place. Expertly, he reached over to the back and undid the clasp with one hand as he gripped her ass and skirt together with the other.

“I could devour you against this wall,” John breathed, removing himself from the valley of her breasts. He rested his forehead against hers while his left hand cupped her breast. Gently, softly, he squeezed her breast and her nipple responded, rising to a peak which he firmly teased between his fingertips.

“Do it,” she breathed.

“I’ve turned you into a horny monster,” John chuckled darkly.

“For your benefit,” Stella smirked, confidently raising her left leg and wrapping it around him. John growled into her lips, capturing them with his. She cupped his cheek with her left hand, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck with her right. John ground his hips against hers, eliciting a soft gasp that allowed his tongue to dart in and taste her. The kiss got hungrier, and the dimmed storm from that morning resurged with significant intensity, enveloping them with need. John released her lips with a soft pop, working his way down her jawline with wet pecks and gentle praises of how beautiful she was.

His mouth reached her breasts once more, taking the peaked nub into his mouth. John glanced upward at her, watching as unrestrained pleasure escaped her lips with soft sighs and encouraging moans. Her back arched off the wall as he swirled her nipple in his mouth, Stella’s body yearning for more contact.

“John,” she whined. John lightly bit down on her soft mound before releasing it.

“I need your leg on my shoulder, starlight. I’m not keeping either of us waiting,” he said, releasing her ass and tucking his fingers under the hem of her underwear. “Raise up your skirt for me, my wench,” he requested. She did as asked, tucking the material into her underbust corset. John carefully lowered down her lace undergarment, planting soft kisses after it slid off her thighs and pooled at her ankles. John carefully reached under her knee and lifted up her left leg, draping it over his shoulder. He glanced up, locking eyes with a lust-drunk Stella. “I’m but your humble patron, use me how you see fit,” he said.

“Oh, f*ck.”

“Do you like the sight of me on my knees for you?”

“Yes,” Stella breathed. His gaze darkened as he broke eye contact to slowly nip at her thigh, making his way to her center. He licked along her slit before darting his tongue between her folds, groaning at the depth of her arousal. She moaned above him, enjoying the feel of his tongue and the added friction of his mustache. With every move he made, her pleasure heightened and the yearning for sweet release drew near. “f*ck,” she whined, feeling close to that tidal wave of bliss but still out of reach. John stopped moving, letting Stella find her high against his flattened tongue. He matched her pace a few moments later, groaning as he felt her legs slightly bucked above him. She grabbed his hair, her tight grip belying the soft whimpers escaping her lips. “I’m so close,” she whined.

Reacting instinctively to her needs, John slid two fingers inside of her. Her gasp drove him on as he pumped his digits in and out of her. Stella’s walls started clenching around him, louder cries escaping her lips with every curl she felt within her. Soft pleading joined her moans as John took her higher. He slid a third finger, filling her further.

“Yes,” Stella breathed. “f*ck,” she panted, throwing her head back. John curled his fingers inside her once more, brushing up against the spot that undid her. With a loud cry, Stella finally came over the edge with a wet, gushing release all over John’s face. He slowly pulled away from her sensitive nerve center, lapping up her release and savoring it. “I’d apologize but I think that’s what you wanted,” she panted, slowly catching her breath. He chuckled as he rested his cheek against her thigh, placing a soft peck over the bite mark he’d left that morning.

“It was,” John said, carefully bringing her leg back down and keeping her steady by the grip he held with his left hand on her waist. “That was delightful,” he said, standing up straight. “Do you need help undoing that corset?”

“No, but if you’d like to, I wouldn’t be against it,” Stella said with a smile. John carefully slipped a hand around her neck, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “To the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ride you?”

“Oh?”

“I said what I said,” Stella said, pulling away from him. “Don’t keep me waiting, papi,” she teased with a wink before disappearing down the hall and getting to work on removing her clothes. She could hear John’s frantic footsteps behind her, causing her to giggle as she reached the bedroom first and cast her costume aside.

By the time John arrived at his room, all he had on were his slacks. Those were quickly discarded along with his boxer briefs, his hard length springing free. He palmed his length on his way to bed, f*cking his hand as he sat down, eyes transfixed on the naked woman before him. Little bruises decorated her skin, all the marks he’d been leaving behind in the last twenty-four hours.

“One of these days I’m going to f*ck you so hard, you’ll forget how to speak English,” John teased, slowly inching backward on the bed to lie down.

“Probably the same night you’ll try and find out how many times you can make me cum until I beg you to stop,” Stella said huskily, climbing onto the bed.

“We need to discuss that,” John said with a smirk.

“Looking forward to it,” Stella purred. Her fingers delicately wrapped around his length, stroking him for a few beats before positioning her entrance above it. John groaned as she sunk herself down until he filled her completely. “Ay, f*ck,” Stella panted, feeling her walls stretched and her body full.

“Need a moment?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, feeling herself clenching around him. John groaned in response, reaching for her hand and lacing their fingers together. A few heartbeats later, Stella finally moved, using their joined hands as leverage to ease her onto her left elbow. Her right hand caressed his cheek as she slowly ground her hips against his, gasping as the careful movement of her hips brought waves of pleasure throughout her whole body. “John,” she moaned, slowly grinding against him. “You feel so good,” she whined onto his lips.

“I know, sweetheart,” John groaned. “f*ckin’ hell,” he grunted, gripping her hip with his free hand. Stella’s hips moved faster before moving in to kiss him. John felt himself letting go, getting lost in the taste of her. He wrapped his free arm around her, matching her pace and thrusting up into her. Every cry of pleasure was lost in their embrace as they continued to chase their high together. Stella broke away from his lips first, placing soft kisses around his jaw before pressing her cheek against his. Their panting breaths echoed through each other, sending them higher into their ecstasy.

“So good, you feel so good,” Stella breathed into his ear, grinding faster against him. John carefully matched her, his body tensing as he felt himself falling apart at the way her c*nt was clenching onto him.

“Stella, f*ck,” he groaned, repeating her name over and over again in desperate whimpers in her ear. John moaned as his release shook him, co*ck jerking within her as he let go completely. Stella came right after, moaning his name into his ear as her walls clenched around him, milking him for whatever he had left.

The room remained still as they basked in the afterglow together, quietly catching their breaths. John came back to himself first, murmuring sweet praises in her ear as he released her hand and rubbed circles on her lower back with his thumb. Stella sighed contently into his neck, feeling at ease and tempted to fall asleep.

“Don’t fall asleep,” John spoke softly.

“But you’re comfy,” Stella whined.

“I know, sweetheart, but you need to use the restroom and wash up. As do I,” he said.

“Carry me,” Stella requested.

“Alright,” John chuckled. “Carefully get off me and then I’ll carry you to the tub. Fair?”

“Fair,” she said, slowly shifting to remove him from inside of her and laying down next to him on the bed.

“How are you feeling?”

“Incredible. You?”

“Like I’m about to have the best night’s sleep of my life,” John said with a chuckle as he sat up. Stella laughed, keeping her eyes on him as he got up and carefully scooped her up in his arms.

“I’m going to agree with that sentiment,” Stella said, a little more alert now than a moment ago. “Especially if you’re going to cuddle me like you did last night.”

“Of course I am,” he said as he carefully set Stella on the bathtub floor. “Turn on the water while I get our towels.”

“I’m going to end up bringing all the bubble bath stuff I can’t exactly use at my apartment here.”

“Help yourself. I’d enjoy sharing a bath with you,” John said as he found their towels from that morning and brought them over.

“Do you have a preferred smell?”

“You know I do,” he answered with a smirk.

“Other than my vanilla perfume,” Stella said, shaking her head.

“Yes, a few. Lavender, eucalyptus, chamomile,” he listed.

“Stuff to help you relax. Same as me.”

“Glad we have that in common. Water to your liking?”

“Yes,” Stella said, reaching over to the nearby bar of soap. “Joining me?”

“In a moment. Going to pick up the mess of clothes I’ve left all over my apartment chasing after a saucy Latina who called me ‘papi,’” John teased. Stella giggled, watching him walk away.

“Papi,” she whined with a smirk.

“Stella,” he growled from the hallway. “Don’t test me.” She cackled, snorting with laughter as she proceeded to clean herself up carefully. “I am too tired for another round tonight,” John admitted as he came back, throwing his clothes in the nearby hamper.

“I’m going to pay for that in the morning, aren’t I?”

“You’re a tease, not a brat, so there’s no punishment,” John said as he climbed into the bath with her. “It’s all positive.”

“A tease who's gaining confidence every day,” she clarified.

“Even better,” John said, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“I really like you,” Stella admitted softly. John pressed his lips together, feeling something swell in his heart.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he murmured. “I feel the same way,” he said, sliding his arm around her waist and pulling her toward him.

The rest of the weekend flew by with the two lovers indulging in fluid conversation and wrapped up in each other's arms. When Stella left the apartment Sunday afternoon for her raiding commitments, John spent the rest of his evening looking through hotels, resorts, and all available options for the week Stella had been given off. John checked his calendar in his home office, noting that anything he’d had for that week had also been moved around to before or after his time off. If either hadn’t happened, Kate was set to take his place.

“That’s another conversation I don’t need to have then,” John chuckled, pensive as he wondered how he was going to make this surprise happen. After careful consideration, he called in a few favors he was due from higher-ranking officials with families. It took him a few phone calls but he was able to get the right accommodations, secure a car, and get all the park tickets in order.

As he turned off his computer and moved to settle in for the night, his text tone sounded.

⭐: Hey! Are you still up?

Starlight, it’s late. What are you doing up at this hour?

⭐: Finishing up a last-minute Sherpa request
About to head to bed

Good. Get some rest

⭐: Kate told me I have to fill in for her at the Military ball next weekend
and be your plus one
I thought you were the one who hated going to those things

Unfortunately for me, on the day of Laura’s wedding, I did an excellent job
Now I’m the one stuck going instead of her

⭐: 🤣🤣🤣
Is she trying to push us together?

I wouldn’t put it past her
She’s in for a surprise tomorrow

⭐: I know I said discreet but, one of us should tell Kate in the morning
Don’t want her to start meddling like Emily’s been threatening to

She noticed in all the chaos?

⭐: She’s dating Johnny

I want to hate that that’s a valid answer

⭐: 🤣🤣🤣

What did she notice?

⭐: We were way too comfortable standing close to each other
I told her that it was because we’re friends now

That’s not going to last long

⭐: I hate that you’re right
Soap did tell her while raiding today that she needed to drop the subject
We have a momentary reprieve

Soap will bring it up either tomorrow or Thursday at Alejandro’s
I’ll take care of it

⭐: Thank you

You tell me when you’re ready to let them know

⭐: Few weeks
Last thing I want is for them to push us on double dates

Oh, bloody hell
Simon and Rose?

⭐: Have gone on a few
All awkward

We’re not doing that

⭐: Thank goodness

Are you in bed yet?

⭐: Yes, just got settled in
Sleep well, papi

You too, reina

Chapter 30: Three Wishes

Chapter Text

“Price, I have ta ask,” Soap started as John sat down at the bar on Thursday night. All the greetings had been said and Alejandro was fetching his first glass of whiskey. John pressed his lips together, knowing what was coming. The question didn’t come up on Monday but it was inevitable. “What is goin’ on with you and Stell?”

“Nothin’, Soap. We’re just friends,” he lied. John would’ve canceled for the night if it wouldn't have raised suspicions among his friends. As much as he would’ve liked to be making dinner for Stella at this very moment in anticipation of the stream in a few hours, they couldn’t cancel their routines twice in a row. It would add more fuel to the fire.

“I’m askin’ because Em’s curious. You two seemed to be gettin’ on ‘too well’ and that set her off.”

“Em needs to stop meddlin’,” Simon said as he took the barstool to John's left. At a glance, the retired captain could tell something was still off with his lieutenant, but he couldn't pin it down. A frown briefly passed over John's features as he returned his focus to Soap.

“Oh, come on Simon,” Soap started, trying to defend his girlfriend. “She just has Stell’s best interests at heart.”

“So do we,” Simon and Gaz said in unison. John chuckled as Alejandro placed the whiskey glass before him.

“Gracias, Alejandro,” John said with a smile.

“De nada, Price,” Alejandro said as Rodolfo disappeared into the kitchen. The place was buzzing, regulars taking up their spots at their usual tables.

“Aren’t either of you curious?” Soap asked.

“No,” Simon answered flatly. “Didn’t Stella tell Emily last night to cut it out and almost rage quit Garden of Salvation?” he added. John glanced at Soap, surprised that was how far the teasing had gone. Stella didn’t mention that at all today. “She’s the only one out of all of us currently with a proper Divinity build. I was about ta quit with her even though I needed to complete the bloody quest for my own.”

“Gaz?”

“No,” he said with a shrug.

“Emily’s happy with you, so what’s the obsession?” Alejandro asked.

“She just wants to set up her friends,” Soap answered.

“She needs to stop treating Stella like her special project though, Soap,” Gaz said, sighing. “Remember what happened after she cried over Ricardo?” Gaz continued.

“You mean the date Rudy nearly punched?” Alejandro said, glancing at his partner. He’d just stepped out of the kitchen with a tray.

“Ese pendejo had it coming,” Rudy said, immediately knowing what Alejandro was referring to. “I’m glad we insisted Emily on letting us be the spot for those blind dates she keeps sending Stella and Rose on.”

“When was the last one Stella went to?” John asked, out of genuine curiosity.

“That one,” Soap said. “Stella didn’t speak to Em for a month after. Not the first time she’s done this.”

“Oh bloody hell,” John mumbled. “None since?”

“Not for lack of trying. Stella also got really busy working with Kate and fighting with you. That helped. Now that it’s all calm, she’s startin’ back up.”

“Just in time for the holidays,” Alejandro said with an eye roll. “I’m opening late so you all can be here and spend time with Rudy and me.”

“Sounds great, Alejandro,” John said with a smile.

“Is Stella bringing dessert again like last year?”

“She hasn’t said anythin’ yet but I’m hopin’ she does. Last year’s crème brûlée was insane,” Soap answered. “Em’s been arranging everything to bring in a ‘pernil’, is what I think she said,” Soap continued.

“Sounds better than a turkey,” Gaz said. “Sean and David are coming too,” he added with a grin.

“Is Rose coming this year? Last Thanksgiving she was in Puerto Rico,” Rudy asked. “I’ve been eager to meet her.”

“Yes,” Simon answered. “You’re not workin’ this year are ya, Price?”

“No,” he answered. “I’ll be here.”

“Em’s gonna be so happy to have all of us together in the same room for the first time,” Soap said with a smile.

“It’s been a while,” John said with a smile.

“Thanksgiving is going to be chaotic,” Simon remarked.

“Don’t we experience absolute chaos already in our game on Friday?” Gaz teased.

“Fair,” Simon chuckled, shaking his head.

“Price, can you tell me anything that I can appease Em with?” Soap asked, trying one last time.

“Soap, tell Emily that I enjoy Stella’s friendship and that if I were interested in taking it further, I’d handle it myself,” John said firmly.

“She’s goin’ ta hate that answer.”

“And that if she dares to put me in an awkward situation with Stella, the payback will be swift,” John added with a smirk. “She and I spent months working on gettin’ along. If Emily f*cks that up? It won’t just be me.”

“Kate’s going to have your ass too, Soap,” Gaz smirked. “You know how happy she is to have peace at the office now.”

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus,” Soap groaned.

“You’re turning into a busybody, Johnny,” Simon teased. “Em meddling doesn’t always make things better.” Soap sighed, looking at his phone. A picture of them at the beach stared back at him as he got a notification from her.

👸: Stella is giving me nothing to work with
She insists nothing’s going on
But I saw them exchange a LOOK!!!

Princess, stop
We talked about boundaries last night
You keep crossing Stell’s
Do you want to go another month without hearing from her?

👸: No
It’s her dad she should be going no contact with, not me!!

Emily, all I can say is that if Price wants to pursue anything, he will

👸: But, baby, I just want to help her

We’re helping her by staying out of it

👸: FINE
Can you get me ice cream on your way back from Ale’s?

Yes. Love you

👸: I love you more.

♥️

👸: ♥️♥️♥️

The military ball was taking place in another 5-star hotel, this one closer to Madison Square Garden. Stella had wanted to wear another dress of her own creation, a floor-length royal blue A-line gown with an intricate lace back. She'd been dismayed to find part of the lace needed to be replaced, so she spent the afternoon repairing the dress rather than preparing with John at his apartment. Somehow she still arrived at their table before him, and she texted him to let him know she'd arrived safely. His response sent a shiver down her spine and a blush up her cheeks as he told her to wait for him like a good girl.

Stella surveyed the crowd migrating around the room for any familiar faces, and she had to remind herself to breathe. Her senses and nerves were on high alert in the large, loud room. She sighed as she swirled her soda with her straw and checked her phone again for any updates from John. When she didn't find any, she nervously pulled up his location - he was just leaving his apartment.

“Stella,” spoke a voice with a southern drawl she quickly recognized. She tensed up all over as she hesitantly looked over her shoulder to find Graves standing there with an earnest expression. He'd rested his hand on the back of her chair, taking care to refrain from touching her. “I was expecting to see Kate here representing the company, not you.”

“She asked me to come instead a couple of days ago,” she said, swallowing nervously. “If you want to talk about work, you have to -”

“I know Price is my contact, darlin’,” Graves said, moving towards the chair next to hers and pulling it out. He sat down, once more ensuring some distance between them. “What I wanted to speak to you about ain’t work-related.”

“Oh,” Stella said, feeling anxious. “What is it?”

“I wanted to apologize for my behavior a few weeks back.”

“I did not know you were capable of such a thing,” Stella said, surprised. Graves chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. Stella’s nerves calmed down a little at his laugh, noting he wasn’t upset or bothered by her remark.

“Fair enough, darlin’,” he said, smiling. This one felt genuine. Nothing set off alarm bells. Yet. “I am sorry for the way I’ve behaved. It was out of line and I should’ve listened to you.”

“Graves, I don’t think I can forgive you so easily,” Stella admitted.

“I understand that,” he said, slowly getting up. “I don’t expect you to. I’m loathe to admit it, but Price made me see what you’d been trying to say from the start. That you were not interested and weren’t playing hard to get,” he continued.

“I kept telling you for months.”

“I know.”

“You need to learn that ‘no’ is a complete sentence. You can’t use force out of the field to get what you want,” Stella said. “You’re not in fight or flight.”

“All valid points,” Graves said, sighing. “I know better,” he continued. “I would like to start over.”

“That’s earned,” Stella said, pursing her lips. “An apology is a start,” she remarked.

“Thank you, Stella,” Graves said, sliding the chair back to the table. “Hope you have a good evenin’.”

“You too,” Stella said, watching the retreating soldier with a steady gaze. She was confused by what had just happened. Trust, much like the privilege of starting over, was earned. There was something about the way Graves had spoken that made her want to believe him or it could've just been her relentless optimism that Simon always teased her about.

“Miss, would you like a refill?” said a voice behind her. She turned around to see one of the waiters.

“No. You can take the glass. I’m done,” she said, smiling as she held out the almost empty drinkware.

“Stella, sweetheart, I’m sorry I’m late,” John said, pulling out the same chair where Graves had been a minute earlier.

“It’s fine, you haven’t missed much,” she said, smiling at him.

“I saw Graves leaving the table just now. Do I need to remind him?” John said, his tone dark as he tried to remain under control.

“No. He was very clear that you're his contact. It’s all good,” Stella said with a small smile. John relaxed, noting that she wasn’t lying. He carefully took her hand in his, squeezing it.

“If he or anyone bothers you tonight, let me know. Alright?”

“Yes, sir,” Stella said with a smile.

“Now, come with me. I need to walk around the room to greet people and I’d rather have you at my side.”

“You get bored so easily.”

“Stella, I’m a soldier. Politics aren’t my strong suit,” John said as he helped her stand.

“Lucky for you, I’m charming,” she winked.

I’ve been lucky far beyond that, sweetheart, John thought as he released her hand. “Let’s get through this gala together, eh?”

“Lead on, captain,” Stella said with a smile. John placed a hand at the small of her back, as he guided her to a group where the men chatted happily as their wives stood by looking terribly bored.

“John!” chorused a few of the men. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise.”

“And who’s this lovely lady?” asked one of them, a tall, lanky-looking gentleman in a black suit.

“I’m Stella Torres, assistant to Kate Laswell. Nice to meet all of you,” she greeted warmly.

“Charmed, Peter Lockwood,” spoke a gentleman across from her. He held out his hand and Stella greeted him warmly. “This is my wife, Tamara. Where are you from?”

“I was born and raised in Puerto Rico. Moved here for work post-college and have been very busy since,” Stella said with a smile.

“Puerto Rico?” Tamara asked, suddenly intrigued. “¿De dónde?”

“Area metro. ¿Y tú?”

“Dentro de la isla,” Tamara asked. Stella gasped, beaming with a bright smile.

“Mi abuelo era de Adjuntas. Veterano y orgullo de la familia.”

“Ah, ¿si?”

“¡Si!” Stella nodded enthusiastically. John watched the conversation play out with a smile on his face. Peter was important to Kate’s long-term plans for 141, and Stella connecting with Tamara was an unexpected stroke of luck. He was starting to wonder if that was what Kate had planned in the first place. “Mi abuelo es de los Borinquineers.” At the sound of that last word, all the soldiers in the group turned to her.

“Your grandfather was in the 65th infantry in the Korean War?” asked Peter.

“Oh, yes. He was. My family still has the medallion he was awarded. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it to the ceremony,” Stella said, her eyes watering slightly.

“I’m sorry for your loss. Those men fought hard.”

“He certainly did. I wish I’d been able to take him back to Seoul to see the city. Abuelo was looking forward to it when I told him I wanted to go,” Stella said with a melancholic smile.

“He must’ve been a wonderful man,” Tamara said in English.

“He was. I miss him every day.”

“John,” Peter started, catching the retired captain’s attention. “Kate tells me that you’ve been working hard along with your former team.”

“Yes, I’ve got my best helpin’ out all our recruits keep their skills sharp,” John said.

“We should talk business,” Peter said, glancing at Stella with a warm smile. She wrapped herself up in introducing herself to the bored wives, chatting up a storm with them and lifting the mood dramatically.

“I’d love to have you come to the office,” John said, pulling out a business card. “I have time next week if you’d like to stop by.”

“Oh, I’d love to take a look at your training grounds if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, the boys call it ‘The Pit’,” John chuckled as he started planning the meeting with Peter.

“Starlight,” John said as they started walking towards Stella’s apartment a few hours later. “You were wonderful tonight,” he beamed.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “Meeting with Peter on Monday?”

“Yes.”

“I think that was Kate’s real goal, not so much to get us together.”

“You’d be surprised, sweetheart. After you got sick, she encouraged me to take a vacation with you.”

“She did?!” Stella asked incredulously. “Would you?”

“Of course, reina,” John said, sliding his arm around her as they approached her building. “If I were to surprise you with a trip, would you be alright with that?”

“Yes!” Stella said quickly. “Where would you take me?”

“It’s a surprise, sweetheart. You’d have to find out when we arrive.”

“Awww,” she whined. “But how would I know what to pack?”

“I have my way of ensuring your bags are packed accordingly.”

“You’d ask Rosie,” Stella said quickly. John chuckled as they stepped through the security door of her building.

“Right you are,” John said as they took the elevator to her floor. They arrived at her apartment a short while later. “I’m glad to hear you’d like to go away for our vacation. Just the two of us, out of the city, away from all our usual chaos.”

“Yes. It’s a nice idea,” Stella said as she opened the door. John stepped into the apartment, wondering if he should tell her that it was happening and it wasn’t a hypothetical.

“Starlight, it’s not just an idea.”

“What?” she asked in disbelief as she locked the door. “We’re actually going somewhere?”

“Yes,” John grinned. “Kate gave me the same week off. We’re leaving the day after Thanksgiving.”

“Really?!”

“Yes. I’m not telling Rosie yet where we’re going so don’t start asking her.”

“Fine,” Stella pouted. The twinkle in her eyes gave away her excitement. “You’re spoiling me,” she said.

“You deserve it, reina,” John said, helping her take her coat off. “What would you like to do for the rest of our evening?”

“I was thinking we could watch a movie before bed,” Stella answered as John unzipped her dress. “How does that sound?”

“Wonderful. I enjoy nights in with you,” John said, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. Stella giggled, turning around. She held her dress up with one hand before reaching over with the other to undo his tie.

“Get comfortable. I’ll be right back, I need to hang this up,” Stella said, smiling.

“Alright,” John said, watching her walk away.

The movie night helped them both recharge after the long social event. They watched the film cuddled together under one of Stella’s plush blankets. She fell asleep first, halfway through the movie. John smiled as he carefully carried her to bed and settled in next to her. He fell asleep dreaming of their holiday, full of hope that it would be as amazing as the woman cradled in his arms.

Chapter 31: Blind Spot

Chapter Text

Tuesday morning Stella found herself poring over documents she'd requested for the proposal she and John had been tasked with. This batch had been delivered late yesterday afternoon, and she'd hoped this would help clear up the discrepancy in the missile numbers they'd been struggling with. She was happy with the progress they'd made, but this minor detail was becoming extremely frustrating. The first file she examined was covered in black ink, almost totally sanitized, providing no additional detail to help them. She sighed, flipped to the next document, and froze. This document was completely unredacted. Almost subconsciously, she read through the first part of the numbers before she realized that this was definitely not something she was supposed to have received.

Oh f*ck. Oh, f*ck! Stella thought, quickly getting up and walking to John’s office. He was on the phone, tending to Peter Lockwood, with whom he was meeting once again later that week. She urgently pointed to the blind spot in his office, which set John’s nerves instantly on edge. John nodded as she stood there, patiently waiting for him to finish the call. As his conversation with Peter drew to a close, he bid the other man farewell and then got up to close and lock his office door.

“Starlight, you look startled,” he said, striding over to her.

“This came in with the additional documents I requested from the Pentagon,” Stella said, handing the file over. John opened the file, shocked to see an unredacted document. He scanned over the dense numbers and charts, and looked back to Stella with a hard stare.

“How much of this have you read?”

“Not a lot. I immediately closed it and came to you,” she answered, locking eyes with him. “I know some of the jargon but I don’t understand all of it,” she added. John exhaled in relief, though he was furious at the unsanitized report. This file contained all of the information he'd needed on his last mission with 141 - proof that Shepherd had taken the mobile missile launchers off the books to be moved with a private military company. He didn't expect to see even more damning information in the same report. “It looks like a massive coverup.”

“Maybe, sweetheart,” Price said as he continued to sift through the numbers, dates, names, and locations. He was surprised to find that Commander Graves was not mentioned anywhere. “This is what I needed on our last mission.”

“What was it?” Stella asked.

“Remember that explosion just outside Chicago a few years ago?”

“Yeah, that was scary as f*ck. I was in Washington DC when I heard about it,” Stella said, swallowing nervously as she recalled the night she heard the news. Price froze at that bit of information, staring at her as she continued to fidget nervously with her hands.

“You were in DC when that happened?” he asked softly. That had been the intended target for the third missile they’d found. Soap had managed to detonate it quickly after a hard fight with Major Hassan and his personal guard.

“Yeah,” Stella answered. “I was working in a law firm as a receptionist and personal assistant to some of the partners. Alexander was on a big, career-making case and needed to go for the client. He asked me to come along because of my research skills and good memory.” John set the file aside on a nearby table and gently pulled her to him by the elbow, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into her neck. “Papi?” she asked softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, sweetheart," he lied as he nestled into the cook of her neck. "I'm just grateful we're here now," he whispered, as the memories of that mission came flooding back. He remembered saving Kate. Pulling Simon, Johnny, and the Los Vaqueros out of that god-forsaken prison. The feeling of the chopper falling out of the sky over Alejandro's base. Fighting through Al Qatala in the high rise with Soap at his side, just to see the missile launch as he screamed in anguish. Gaz pulling him to safety after he took a bullet. The pain, the betrayal that they'd endured during that operation had led him to this moment with the woman he held so dear. He’d saved Stella without even knowing it.

Stella wrapped an arm around him, mildly confused but comforted by the attention as the stress of the situation sunk in. John slowly released her, cradling her face in his hands. She smiled at him, and his heart with emotion again as she was glowing with happiness from within. Stella could never know. “Such a beautiful smile, reina,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She let out a content sigh as they stood before each other once more.

“We need to loop Kate into this. Didn’t she work with Shepherd for a while?”

“She did,” John groused. Shepherd wanted them to leave Kate for dead when Al Qatala abducted her, and John would never forgive him for it. “I didn't see Graves mentioned anywhere here with his old boss.”

“I know you have your issues with him, does the rest of the team hate him, too?”

“Yes,” John answered. “Particularly Alejandro.”

“Am I going to get the story?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Not right now, though. We need to talk to Kate,” John said, picking up the file.

“Fair,” Stella said, following John out of his office and striding over to Kate’s.

“Kate,” John said as he opened the door. She looked up at the sound of her name, concerned at his tone.

“I’ll call you back in a moment, Liv,” Kate said, hanging up her call. “John, Stella, what’s the matter?”

“I have something to show you,” Stella said.

“Kate, can you come to my office?” John asked. She hastily stood and followed the pair to the corner of John’s office. “I understand that we own the company, but I would rather avoid this being overheard,” he continued.

“What’s wrong?”

“This was sent to me,” Stella said, as John held out the folder. Kate immediately took it from his hands and started reading.

“Where did you get this?”

“It came with some references I requested from the Pentagon,” Stella answered. “It was in the middle of several other files.”

“What information did you request?”

“I needed reference numbers. I was working on some tactical comparisons for the proposal. John and I have had discrepancies with some things not adding up, so I put in this request. He said it’d be okay. I’d mostly get stuff for his security level since he was the one asking. And then this showed up with everything the messenger gave me last night.”

“Stella, you need to act as if you didn’t see this.”

“But-”

“John, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Shepherd had covered up more than just three missiles,” Kate cut Stella off mid-sentence, clutching the file in her hands tightly.

“It was five, Kate. We need teams locating them now.”

“And the civilians?!” Stella asked. “How many has Shepherd gotten killed trying to cover this up?” she hissed.

“I don’t know,” John said. “Kate, you know what to do.”

“You’re leaving me out of this?!”

“Yes, this is far above your clearance level, sweetheart,” John said, as his features returned to the stern look he'd worn in his days as SAS Captain. This complication was entirely unforeseen. He hadn't expected to be confronted with more of Shepherd's insanity putting even more people, including Stella, directly into harm's way. He didn't know what to be angrier at, but he knew he couldn't take this out on Stella. She would have a difficult time standing by looking on, but he'd just found out he'd already come so close to losing her once before. He would not endanger her again if he could help it.

“He’s right. Stella, we’ll take care of this.”

“Fine,” Stella huffed.

“I need to make some phone calls,” Kate said, leaving John’s office.

“Starlight, this is important,” John said. “You need to forget this ever happened.”

“But John,” Stella whined. “This is big. I hate being left out.”

“I know, but this is for your safety, reina.”

“Dammit John,” Stella cursed. “I’m a big girl. I don’t need to be protected or kept in a bubble.”

“Just promise me that you will try and forget this.”

“I will,” Stella said, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Simon asked me to have lunch with him today.”

“Good. Just you two?”

“Yeah,” Stella said. “I can say no if you’d rather I be here.”

“No, it’s alright. Go, you could use a friend after what we just saw,” John said. “It gives me time to get some things together for tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, tonight. God, it feels like ages have passed since I noticed that f*cking file,” she chuckled nervously.

“It comes with the job, unfortunately,” John said, taking one of her hands in his. He locked eyes with her as he placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. “I’m spoiling you again tonight,” he said with a smile.

“Don’t you always?”

“Yes, but tonight will be special."

“Why?”

Because you wouldn’t be here with me if that missile hit DC, John thought. “Because you deserve it. Always,” he said, squeezing her hand.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Stella went back to her desk and worked right until lunch, heading to the usual restaurant to meet up with Simon. John had sent her a text as she left, asking her to check on Simon’s mental state. After promising she would update him, Stella slipped on her headphones and continued to walk the city streets, listening to some K-pop as she enjoyed the beautiful autumn afternoon.

“Hello?” Stella said as she answered an incoming phone call.

“Stell, you got five minutes?”

“For you Em, I have ten,” Stella said with a grin. “How’s the store?”

“Great, Johnny’s at the register taking care of pickups.”

“Good, what’s up?”

“I wanted to apologize,” Emily answered. “I’ve been an ass to you about Price. I got into a big fight with Johnny about boundaries, and he stopped being nice to me about how I’ve been stepping on your toes for weeks.”

“You have been,” Stella said. Soap, you’re getting extra cookies this year, I swear.

“You know, with mami being how she is, and me being my mother’s daughter, I just have been trying to show you I care, and I’ve been a bitch about it.”

“Woah,” Stella said, surprised at Emily’s frank, candid apology.

“Johnny really tore into me last night. We talked it out after I calmed down, but he said it how I needed to hear it, in a not-nice way,” Emily said, sniffling. “I love you. And I want you to be happy. I’ve seen you coming back from your hole since the truce started and I just wanted you to keep feeling this way. I thought I failed as a friend because you got out of this on your own.”

“I didn’t do it on my own, Em. I had you guys waiting for me,” Stella said, tears stinging in her eyes. “Emmy, you can’t always fix my lows. Just because it worked in college, doesn’t mean it’s going to work now. You can’t fix everyone’s problems, mama.”

“I know, Stell. Thank you for putting up with my sh*t,” Emily said.

“I could say the same thing to you, ‘princess’,” Stella teased. Emily giggled with a soft sniffle.

“I’m so glad you’re better.”

“Me too.”

“What are you making for Thanksgiving?”

“Ah, so there was more to your phone call than the apology!” Stella accused with a smirk.

“Stella, coño. No,” Emily said, making her laugh as she arrived at the restaurant. “You mentioned making dessert again this year. We’re having our lunch at Ale’s. It’ll be better than my apartment.”

“I know,” Stella said, smiling. “I was thinking chocolate pecan pie, and fresh vanilla ice cream.”

“That sounds f*cking amazing. Please. PLEASE,” Emily pleaded as Stella sat down at the usual booth. She laughed at how her friend kept pleading for it.

“I’ll make it, don’t worry,” Stella said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Emily said. “I’m making pernil this year.”

“Te amo,” Stella said, thinking about the pork shoulder Emily’s mom would make back on the island. “Using your mom’s recipe?”

“Yes, I am. Mami texted me this morning. And your aunt’s bacon onion rice.”

“And Rosie?”

“Arroz con gandules, y batata.”

“Sounds like we’re gonna have a good Friendsgiving this year.”

“We totally are,” Emily agreed. “Thanks, Stell. I love you.”

“Love you too. I’m about to have lunch, I’ll see you Thursday.”

“See you!” Emily said, hanging up. Stella relaxed in the booth, waving at Doris.

“Is your friend coming?” she asked, pulling out her order pad.

“Yes, he is,” Stella said with a small smile. “Can you put our order in?”

“Of course, sweetie. I’ll be back with your milkshakes in a couple of minutes,” Doris said as she wrote down everything and left. Stella settled in her seat checking the time and was relieved she was a few minutes early. Now it was time to wait for Simon. Hopefully, he was faring better today.

Chapter 32: Anchor

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Simon arrived at the restaurant, feeling uneasy. He was thankful that he had an appointment with his therapist after lunch. He was expecting a difficult session after his dissociative episode on Halloween and all that followed. Ending things with Rosie wasn’t as complicated as he’d expected. They'd only been together for three months, and they'd kept their relationship mostly private. Halloween showed them the one point they couldn't agree on: children. Rosie wanted them, but Simon didn’t. They were both thankful they caught onto this disparity before their deeper feelings were involved.

Simon was slowly starting to feel better, and he was hoping that meeting with Stella, and then Sullivan, would help him. Stella was smiling at Doris as the waitress jotted down their usual order. Once Doris was on her way back to the kitchen, Simon slowly made his way over, keeping his eye on Stella. Something was off about her demeanor. There was a small smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes and her shoulders were tense.

“Stella?” Simon asked as he approached the table. She looked up at him, and he could see what he had missed from a distance. Fear. “What happened?” he asked as he sat down across from her.

“You called me for lunch first, Simon,” Stella answered. “We’ll get to me after we’re done talking about you.”

“Star, don’t-”

“I’m not diminishing myself, Si. You’re important too. Stop deflecting. We start with you. Then we get to me.”

“Fine,” Simon sighed. “I’ll start. Do I seem okay to you?”

“Not since Halloween,” Stella answered. “You never forget how much your AC is,” she added. Simon’s gaze narrowed as he sighed. She was right. Forgetting his armor class was not like him. This is why he trusted her. She always caught on when he wasn’t okay. Much like he did with her.

“I have an appointment with Sullivan after this,” Simon said. Stella smiled, happy to hear that he was still seeing the therapist.

“Good,” Stella smiled. “Glad to hear it.”

“I wanted to meet you because you can always tell if I’m off. I would’ve denied it because everyone else treats me like I’m okay when I don’t know if I really am.”

“John noticed too.”

“He did?”

“He’d be a bad commanding officer if he didn’t,” Stella grinned. Simon chuckled, nodding at her.

“Fair enough,” Simon said.

“What happened?” Stella asked. “Does it have to do with Rosie?”

“It does. I would prefer to talk about this with Sullivan first. I want to get to the bottom of it, and deal with it in a healthy manner before I get anyone else involved,” Simon answered. “I appreciate your honesty. Always.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” Stella said with a small smile. “I missed this.”

“I did too,” Simon said as Doris came by with their milkshakes.

“I’m sorry I took so long.”

“Stella, we’ve been through a rough two years. It’s my fault too,” Simon said, taking off his mask. “Now you. What’s wrong? Did Price do somethin’?”

“No. Something did happen at work though,” Stella said with a heavy sigh. “I need a favor.”

“Consider it done.”

“Woah, no hesitation?”

“None. You never ask for anythin’,” Simon said quickly. “What do you need?”

“I uh,” Stella started, swallowing nervously. “I need to learn some self-defense techniques.” Simon quickly tensed at her request, his hands balling into fists under the table.

“Do I have to kill Graves?”

“No!” Stella hissed. “He apologized last Saturday at the ball. He didn’t even touch me.”

“I still don’t trust him.”

“I don’t blame you. I don’t either. That’s not it though.”

“Are you in over your head?”

“No, not yet,” Stella answered. Simon sighed, rubbing his face. “I know how this looks, Simon. I promise I’ll give you some sort of details soon enough. What I can tell you is that John told me about Chicago.” The former operative recalled the difficult assignment and that hellish night. He’d gone over it with Sullivan multiple times, and he was thankful he'd learned coping strategies before the sh*t hit the fan in that mission.

“What did he tell you?”

“Not a lot. Just enough to explain that random explosion,” Stella said, biting the inner corner of her mouth. Simon exhaled, unable to recall the mission without triggering himself. “I was helping out Alexander with his case in DC. The news scared me a little bit, not going to lie,” she added.

“I need your hand, star,” Simon requested, a painful array of emotions hitting him at once. He’d held that knowledge close to his chest. The rush of adrenaline that overwhelmed him as he remembered how he’d almost lost her. They'd been on bad terms when he heard Laswell say over the comms that the missile was headed toward DC. The guilt of that fight consumed him during the celebration after the dust settled. He was relieved that Johnny had been able to detonate the rocket on time, and he’d been proud of his work and his team. His friends. But he’d royally f*cked up by hurting the person who had helped him get to that point. Simon started to spiral, the emotions hitting harder than he expected.

As he was trying to bring himself back to the present, a tether cut through his distress. A small hand gripping his tightly. Simon closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, the feeling of Stella's firm, comforting hand anchored him to the here and now as he clawed back to where they were.

“I’ve got you, Si,” Stella said softly, as he finally heard the bustling diner around him and not the cold tension of the Chicago rooftop. “You back?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Simon said, letting go of Stella’s hand as their food arrived.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Not your fault. That assignment is what slowly made all of us decide we’d had enough,” Simon said, slowly picking at his food.

“I’m glad you have an appointment after this. I feel terrible.”

“Don’t,” Simon reassured her. “Chicago is a sensitive subject for all of us. You had no idea.”

“Thanks,” Stella said softly. “I do now. I’ll be more careful about bringing it up.”

“That works,” Simon said as he felt his appetite slowly returning. “So, Graves apologized?” he asked, changing the subject.

“He did,” Stella said, holding a fry. “I wasn’t expecting it at all. Kept his hands to himself and walked away after saying his piece.”

“If you need another favor, murder is also on the table.”

“Simon!” Stella hissed. He chuckled, feeling a little more at ease and able to eat now. “No! Bad Spec Ops soldier!” she continued, swatting the air around him.

“I’m not a dog, Stella.”

“No murder during our lunch! I told you this last time when you offered to get rid of Raphael for me.”

“In retrospect, you should’ve taken me up on that.”

“No. Last I heard from Alexander, Raphael and Casey got caught having sex in his office. Wife walked in to surprise him for an anniversary lunch, and found ‘poor little Casey’ bent over Raphael’s desk with her skirt down.”

“Bloody hell,” Simon said, surprised. “When did this happen?”

“Late December, before I started the call center job,” Stella answered.

“Did anythin’ happen to Raphael?”

“Wife divorced him, cleaned him out. Everything he did was in violation of his prenup,” Stella said with a smirk before taking a bite of her burger.

“That still doesn’t sound like enough karma after gettin’ you fired,” Simon said as he ate.

“Casey dumped him when he lost his money,” Stella grinned.

“What happened to her after?”

“No law firm will hire her. Last I heard, she was working as a manager in a clothing store,” Stella answered.

“Now that is karma,” Simon said with a grin. “Glad they got what they deserved for f*ckin’ with you.”

“Me too,” Stella said as they ate in comfortable silence for a while.

“We’re meetin’ at the Pit this Saturday. We’ll head out from the office building, take the car. Dress comfortably,” Simon said before drinking some more of his shake. “It’s gonna hurt more than dance practice.”

“f*ck,” Stella mumbled.

“Why are you so determined to do this?”

“Because I don’t want to look weak,” Stella whined. “I’m surrounded by soldiers, and I can’t even throw a punch.”

“You’ve got this. We’ll work on it this weekend, eh?”

“Thanks, Simon.”

“Of course, Stella,” he reassured her. “I’m flattered you’ve asked me this.”

“I trust you,” she said with a small smile. “Wanna have lunch again in a few weeks?” Stella offered.

“Do you really need ta ask?” Simon said with a grin before finishing off the last of his burger.

“No,” Stella said with a smile as she slowly finished her meal. “So, I uh, may have started to plan out my manuscript?” Simon stopped as he was about to eat one of his last fries, shocked at this last bit of news.

“You did?”

“Yeah,” Stella said with her usual nervous tick of biting her lip. “Do you want to see it?”

“Of course I do,” Simon said. He’d always known her to be a spirited, gutsy writer. Ever since Stella had taught him about roleplay in Dungeons and Dragons and shown him how much she loved to create characters, he'd been incredibly invested in watching her imagination at work. She’d even shown him some of her short stories that she wrote in college for a creative writing course.

“So,” Stella said, pulling out a journal she’d started to carry with her for the purposes of her book. “I started with a random year number while I sort out the details of the bigger backstory, but this is the main timeline,” she said, opening it up to a page and showing him. Simon ran his finger across the page as he read every detail, seeing the notes and doodles in the margins as she carefully jotted down the relevant parts of their characters' backstories and world events in an organized manner.

“I do think you’ve messed up the war timeline a little here,” he said, pointing something out.

“Oh, f*ck,” Stella mumbled, digging into her purse and finding her pen case. “You’re totally right.”

“Other than that, it looks solid. Have you started writing it?”

“No, I’m working on character details first,” Stella said, showing him the rest of her notes. “I want art for everyone but I don’t want to commission Rose for this. It’s gonna get too expensive.”

“You can ask Johnny,” Simon offered.

“I don’t want many people to know about this yet. I’m not even sure if I’m going to write it.”

“You should.”

“That’s what John said,” Stella said, biting her lip again. “He’d read it.”

“You know I would,” Simon said, the corner of his lip tugging upwards slightly.

“I do,” Stella agreed. Simon took the journal off the table, leafing through the character profiles and paying extra attention to the side characters she’d created. They all had little details that reminded him of the team, especially Sera and Ash’s closest friend. There were new traits added on that reminded him of Price. “What do you think?”

“I like the depth you’ve added to Michael, Florian, and that extra detail to Nicholas really drives the point home as to who is the real villain of the story,” Simon said, closing the notebook and giving it back to Stella. “If you need help, let me know.”

“Thanks, Si,” Stella smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “I spent so much time and effort on these characters, that John the other night told me it was a disservice to not write this out.”

“You know what my vote is.”

“Yeah,” Stella sighed. “sh*t. I gotta get back to the office,” she said once she saw the time.

“Go. I’ll take care of this,” Simon said, watching as Stella packed up her things.

“Have a good session, Si. I hope you manage to work through everything. I’m here if you need an ear, always,” Stella said, standing up.

“I know. Same here, just because you have Price now, it doesn’t mean I stop being your friend.”

“Using my words against me,” Stella laughed.

“You’ve done the same to me,” Simon chuckled.

“Fair. See you Thursday for CR?”

“I’ll see you then,” Simon nodded. Stella waved as she left the restaurant. He sighed, leaning into the back of the booth as he watched her walk away. Chicago felt so far away but now with Stella’s request, he was wondering what could’ve brought this on.

Simon could only hope it wasn’t as bad as that sinking feeling in his stomach that something dangerous was lurking around the corner.

Chapter 33: NFWMB

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Tuesday afternoon -

Kate paced around her office, sighing as she looked at her desk. After Stella had left for lunch, she and John had gotten into an argument about their current predicament. John argued that it was better to leave Stella out of their discussions about how to proceed since she had only signed for a delivery that he'd requested. Kate insisted Stella should be included because she needed to be kept safe from foul play since she'd received intel intended for his eyes only. He was a former black-ops counter-terrorism specialist in the British Special Air Service, and Stella was a civilian. There was a clear answer as to who was the easier target.

Forgive me, John, but I’m her boss and I know what’s best, Kate thought. She sat down and opened her calendar, quickly setting up an urgent private meeting with Stella for Thursday afternoon. She left the subject matter empty, knowing that would prompt her to come into Kate’s office immediately. Before she sent the email out, Kate wrote one simple instruction on the notes.

We need to talk. DO NOT TELL JOHN ABOUT THIS MEETING.

Thursday

“John,” Stella said as she walked into his office and closed the door behind her. She found him hunched over a rough draft of notes she'd prepared for his next meeting. The way he was squinting, furrowing his brow, and frowning slightly brought a smirk to her face, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little. “You look like you need glasses,” she joked. John groaned, pulling out a pair of black-framed glasses from his desk. He slipped them on and his face instantly relaxed as he returned to his documents. Stella was caught off guard at how elegant and handsome he looked in the reading glasses. “f*ck,” she mumbled when she finally found her words. “Is there anything you don’t look good in?”

“I could say the same for you, reina,” John said with a devilish grin as he looked up at her over the top of the frames. Stella's cheeks quickly flushed with color under his gaze. “This font is illegible.”

“Seriously? Everything was correct when I sent it to the interns to take care of,” Stella sighed. “I checked it myself.”

“I know you did,” John said, as a memory flashed back to him. “The intern who messed up Kate’s binders, was he let go?”

“No,” Stella said, groaning. “Goddammit.”

“Why wasn’t he fired?”

“Because he told me something happened with his kid. Single dad,” Stella answered. “I’ll go fix it.”

“No, let me,” Price said with a reassuring smile as he got up.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ll take care of it. I think Kate’s looking for you,” John said as he removed his glasses and put them away. Stella looked over her shoulder to see their boss leaving her office.

“Okay. Thank you,” Stella said with a smile.

“What’s his name?”

“Daniel,” she answered.

“Stella,” Kate said, coming into John’s office. “I need to review something with you.”

“On it. Thanks again, John.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a smile as he walked past them and headed toward the elevator. He waited patiently to arrive at the floor that was taken up by most of their interns' cubicles. Once there, he set off at a casual stroll - his long years of training made his steps soft and quiet in a way that was more natural to him than breathing. Still, as he made his way towards Daniel's desk, he was greeted with waves and he returned each with a small, friendly smile. A voice from around the next corner jolted him into high alert.

“Any minute now, Stella’s going to storm right in all upset because I messed up the font on Price’s papers, and I can’t f*cking wait. She’s wearing that black dress again with the deep V that shows all her cleavage,” John heard someone declare, entirely too loudly. From the way he was admitting his wrongdoing, John knew that voice had to belong to Daniel.

“Is she wearing those boots?” asked a second voice.

“Yeah,” Daniel answered.

“God, she needs to wear heels again. Her legs look so much better that way,” spoke a third voice.

“I’ll take them any way I can get them,” Daniel started. “You just have a thing for heels, Craig.”

“I do,” the third voice admitted. Now Price had a second name to add to his list of soon-to-be former employees.

“That dress is ridiculous. She looks so good in it,” said the second voice. “I’m so glad she’s back to wearing them.”

“Makes for insane eye candy,” Craig said. “Which one’s your favorite, Eric?”

“Aside from this one? The emerald green one she wore this Tuesday. Holy sh*t,” Eric answered. “I would’ve bent her over the desk for that one.” Price pressed his lips together, knowing exactly which one it was. It was cinched around her waist, a mid-length wrap dress with a flowing skirt. The material was satin, similar to the formal gown she’d worn to the wedding a while back. He had enjoyed taking it off that night during their date at his apartment.

“f*ck yeah,” Daniel said.

“How are you going to explain the f*ckup this time?” Craig asked.

“I’ll use the same excuse as last time, my kid is sick at home. She’ll take pity on me and then I’ll say I need some help. That nobody else is available.”

“Wait, last time? You mean Kate’s binders that you sent Irene up with?” Spoke another voice.

“Yeah. Got home early like I wanted and spent the afternoon with a hot piece of ass,” Daniel boasted.

“Stella stayed late to fix that sh*t. I heard the janitors talking about it the next day,” said a third voice. John clenched his jaw in an attempt to contain his rapidly-building fury. That incident was before he'd declared their truce, but he recalled Stella's exhausted face vividly. He hadn't thought too much of it at the time. Now, he was enraged that someone took advantage of her good nature to get out of work early just to get laid.

“Well, once she hears how my kid is sick again and I need the help? She’ll definitely volunteer,” Daniel sneered.

“You’re terrible.”

“You really think that’ll work?”

“I wonder if she has any more ink other than the arm tattoo,” Daniel wondered aloud.

“Bro, if she says yes, your kid has to act sick? Like, I’ll doubt you’ll get anything out of her,” Craig said. Price cleared his throat, turning the corner in a cold, righteous fury. The three interns turned to find their superior standing there, offending documents in hand, his face twisted with disgust. Daniel swallowed nervously, wondering exactly how much of their conversation Price heard.

“Price,” Daniel started. “I-I was expecting Stella, not you.”

“She’s doing her job and assisting Kate,” he said, trying to keep his anger under control. “That font is microscopic. It needs to be fixed.”

“I’ll redo everything right now,” Daniel said, quickly scrambling to his computer. “I’m sorry, Stella must’ve changed something by accident.”

“You sure it wasn’t you? Stella’s a perfectionist and built her computer, doubt she’d make a mistake like that,” Price said with a scowl. Daniel’s face contorted in panic, realizing he’d been caught with his pants down.

“I-I’m sure,” Daniel insisted.

“Doubt that,” Price said, narrowing his gaze. He then pulled out his phone to text one of the security guards to ask for video and audio footage of the last twenty minutes. “Once you take care of that, all three of you will be coming with me.”

“What for?” Daniel asked, fixing the font and sending everything to the printer. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Blaming Stella for your deliberate mistake? Especially after she let the first one slide?” Price said, remaining composed as best as possible. He watched the color drain from Daniel’s face as he tried to come up with something to say.

“But why us two?” Craig asked.

“Did you think I was going to ignore the rest of the conversation?” Price countered.

“P-Price, sir,” Eric started, realizing how deeply in trouble he was. “It was j-just locker room talk. You know how it is.”

“I do not know how it is,” Price nearly snarled. Whenever he'd discussed a woman's appearance with his teammates, he'd always done his best to be respectful. Nothing like the toxic drivel he'd just heard had ever occurred to him.

“Why do you care? It’s not like you’re sleeping with her,” Craig said as Price’s phone rang. “You’re not going to impress her by defending her when she’s not here.”

“It’s not about impressing her,” Price seethed, feeling like a predator coiled to strike at unknowing prey, his eyes flat with murderous intent. “It’s about respect. Which clearly, none of you have,” he continued, answering his ringing device.

“John? You’ve been gone a while, are you okay?” Stella said as he answered.

“Yes, I’m fine,” Price huffed. “Could you please come down? Daniel would like to apologize for screwing up your reports.”

“Sure, I’ll be right there,” Stella said. “What happened? Is his kid sick again?”

“No. He just did it to get out of work early that day. The kid wasn’t sick the first time,” Price said, turning his back on the disgusting trio.

“You’re kidding. I stayed until one am to fix that sh*t,” Stella mumbled, now annoyed. Price grimaced, his irritation rising to match Stella's. “I’ll be down in five minutes. Can we go to HR to handle this together?”

“Of course,” Price said, feeling his anger dissuade slightly at the sound of her request. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See ya,” she breathed as the phone call disconnected. Price had tuned out the group to pay attention to Stella, but Eric hadn’t stopped rambling.

“He couldn’t stand her and now he’s here defending her? Price is sleeping with her!” Eric accused.

“Excuse me?” Price asked, taking a deep breath. So help me, I’m about to punch this wanker.

“Eric, stop.”

“No,” he said, shaking his friends off. “You two were always arguing with each other. It doesn’t make any f*cking sense.”

“You haven’t paid attention over the last few months,” Price said. “Makes me wonder what other mistakes you’ve made on the job,” he continued. That set Eric off, the angry employee rolling up his sleeves and charging at the former captain.

“Wait until I tell HR you’re f*cking Stella,” Eric sneered.

“It’s not exactly your business,” Price said, on the edge of losing control. “And if it happened to be true, I’m not her boss. That’s Kate. Stella is free to make her own decisions about who she decides to be with, which seems to be a sore spot for you. How many dates have you had recently?”

“Motherf*cker!” Eric roared, throwing a punch and hitting Price in the side of the face. He stumbled back as a panicked cry startled everyone on the floor.

“John!” Stella’s voice cut in. She quickly approached him, putting herself between him and Eric.

“Stella-”

“¡No!” she said. Price noticed she said it with total authority. He then felt her hand on his chest to push him back so he wouldn’t charge at Eric to retaliate. “You three, HR, NOW!” Stella commanded. The men all bowed their heads, leaving the floor. “You okay?” she asked, her tone softer now.

“Better now that you’re here,” Price said, feeling himself slowly relax as she examined his face.

“Come on, let’s go to the break room and get you an ice pack,” Stella said, wrapping her fingers around his wrist and leading him in that direction. Price kept his eyes on her, smiling slightly. He then turned a stern gaze toward the rest of the floor. Everyone was busy getting back to their tasks, and the disruption caused by the scuffle was subsiding. “What the f*ck happened?” she asked as they stepped into the break room.

“Eric lost his temper.”

“And you did nothing to provoke it?” Stella asked, raising an eyebrow. Price sighed, rolling his eyes as he sat down on the nearest chair.

“They were saying disgusting things about you,” Price answered, watching as Stella grabbed a plastic bag from one of the drawers before filling it up with ice.

“Probably no worse than what I hear online,” Stella said as she walked over and grabbed some paper towels to wrap the bag with. She headed over to John and gave him the improvised ice pack. He grunted as he pressed it to his cheek, sighing at the contact of the cold compress to his face. “John-”

“I swear, if you tell me that I didn’t have to do that…” he cut her off, narrowing his gaze at her.

“Not what I was going to say,” she said as she shook her head at him.

“Then what?”

“I was trying to say, thank you for defending me, and do you want to press assault charges?” Stella said as the break room emptied out of the remaining employees. John smiled slightly, proud that she wasn’t diminishing herself.

“What do you think?”

“I think getting fired is punishment enough,” Stella said.

“I don’t,” John said. “You’re too forgiving.”

“Not always,” she said with a grin. “You remember how I told off Ricardo.”

“Fair enough.”

“Come on, let’s go to HR.”

“Right behind you, sweetheart,” John said, groaning as he got up from the chair. Stella led the way to HR. There were no longer eyes on either of them as they pressed forward. He was thankful that everything had calmed down. They arrived at the Human Resources department to see the three men sitting outside of the office, looking sullen.

“Stella,” Daniel started, getting up. “I’m sorry about what happened with Kate’s binders. I lied about -”

“I stayed until one in the morning to fix that mess. Had to call a friend to walk me home,” Stella said, scowling at him. John had an idea of who.

“I’m really sorry. And today-”

“I don’t want to hear about today. You’re in serious trouble. Eric’s in even deeper sh*t, and Craig, what the hell?” Stella said, shaking her head in disbelief. John watched her, no longer angry. “Eric is up first,” Stella continued. He stood up at the sound of his name, avoiding eye contact with Stella before slinking into the department head’s office. She followed right behind him, looking over her shoulder toward John. “Coming?”

“Yes,” John answered. “Right behind you.”

“Hi Susan,” Stella said as she stepped into the office. A slim, curly-haired black woman sat at her desk, looking furious.

“What’s this I heard about a fight?” she asked, casting her brown eyes on Stella and then at John.

“Eric punched John,” Stella answered. “I don’t know what was said, all I know is what I saw as I came down to talk to Daniel for intentionally ruining notes I collated for a meeting between John and a client.”

“Why did you punch him?” Susan asked.

“He provoked me,” Eric said, glaring at John.

“Price?”

“No such thing happened. Did you get the footage I had security email you?”

“I did. I was just reviewing it.”

“What footage?” Stella asked.

“The three of them degrading you,” John answered. “Eric here was saying he wanted to bend you over his desk because of your emerald green dress,” he continued.

“I heard that,” Susan said, scowling. “The entire conversation was absolutely vile,” she continued. “Eric, even if Price did provoke you, throwing that punch was completely unprofessional, and unfortunately we’ll have to dismiss you.”

“I know,” Eric said with a sigh. “I’ll pack up my things.”

“Good. Come back here when you’re done so we can take care of your exit interview and dismissal paperwork. I need to take care of your other two ‘bros,’” Susan said. Eric groaned as he got up from his chair, and left the office. “I just got another email with some additional footage. Bring in Daniel.”

“Sure,” Stella said slowly making her way to the door.

“Price, how badly did he hit you?”

“I’ve had plenty worse in combat,” John remarked as Daniel walked past him and sat down in the chair. “Stella,” he said, turning around to his partner and beaming at her. “I can handle the rest. Go check on Kate and see if she needs you, I’ll be right up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” John said with a reassuring nod. “I’ve got it.”

“Okay,” Stella said with a soft sigh. “I’ll run to the pharmacy down the block to get you a proper ice pack. I have painkillers at my desk if you need them.”

“Perfect. I might take you up on that.”

“Awesome. I’ll get going. See you!” Stella said as she left the HR office. John turned around and focused on Susan and Daniel, eager to finish off all of these dismissals to get back to his notes - which now wouldn’t require his glasses or a microscope to read.

Chapter 34: The Pit

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Stella exhaled nervously as they arrived at the infamous Pit on Saturday morning after a brief drive upstate. She hadn't had a reason to visit the company's private training grounds since she'd started working for Kate, but she'd heard all about the awesome facilities from the guys. The Pit was a repurposed abandoned warehouse complex. The compound was situated over a couple hundred acres and included outdoor training areas for land nav, obstacle courses, several shooting ranges, and an explosive range. Simon keyed them into the main structure, an imposing, three-level building that housed a massive indoor pool, indoor obstacle courses and mazes, and a quarter-mile indoor running track. There was a small kitchen area on the second floor, right above the pool, along with a lounge complete with a few couches and board games for downtime. Above the running track were the indoor shooting range and obstacle course.

Stella tried to take in everything as Simon led the way past the cardio and weightlifting rooms and turned into a room just before the expansive pool. He hit the lights and as they flicked on, Stella blinked to find a large, open area with padded floors set up for hand-to-hand training.

“Woah.”

“Impressive, right?” Simon asked as he took off his mask.

“Quite a bit,” Stella said with a nervous laugh.

“Can you tell me what sprung this up now?”

“During lunch. I want to get started.”

“How did you manage to get this past Price?”

“I told him I was going to Jersey to meet up with friends from dance class.”

“You can’t lie, Stella,” Simon teased her as he walked up to the sparring area.

“No. But if I believe it well enough, I can sure act like I’m going to Jersey to meet my friends from dance class,” Stella said, grinning.

“Really? That’s the difference? Or did you text him?”

“I did both,” Stella said with a smirk.

“That smirk isn’t going to last long on your face, star,” Simon said as he joined her. “I’m goin’ to put you through hell today until I feel you are confident enough. I might need ya here next Saturday too.”

“Okay,” Stella said, swallowing nervously.

“Drop your bag beside the mats here, and then show me how you think you throw a punch.”

“God, I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, you’re learning a new skill,” Simon encouraged her.

“I always forget how big you are in comparison to me. I can’t take you down.”

“If I had more time, I’d definitely show you that you can,” Simon said with a grin.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Simon said. “I mean, look at Johnny. He can take down Alejandro.”

“Simon, Soap’s 5’10”. I’m 5’2” and a half.”

“Star, stop adding that imaginary half-inch. You’re 5’2”.”

“You’re a piece of sh*t,” Stella huffed.

“Come on, make a fist.”

“Fine,” Stella said, curling her fingers over her thumb and showing Simon.

“You’re going to break your thumb like that,” Simon said, reaching over and unfurling her hand.

“But it’s more comfortable,” Stella said, confused.

“Trust me. You don’t need a broken thumb on your dominant hand, Stella,” Simon said, showing her how to make a proper fist. “This might seem uncomfortable but it’s the proper way. This allows you to bring all of the force from your upper body safely through your knuckles. Good," he said as she corrected her form. "Make sure to keep your wrists straight. I'm going to put on the pads and you’re going to come at me with all you got.”

“Okay,” Stella breathed.

“Now, your stance is important,” Simon continued. “Keep your feet shoulder-width apart, left foot slightly in front, knees slightly bent, shoulders back. Eyes up,” he said, showing Stella the proper stance. She followed suit, causing him to smile. “Good. Stay there until I tell you to come at me, alright?”

“Yes,” Stella said, still nervous.

“You’re not going to master this in a day. Turn off your perfectionism for a few hours, will you?” Simon said. She let out a nervous laugh, visibly relaxing as she moved from her fighting stance. “There we go.”

“Shut up,” she giggled as Simon slipped on the gear.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” Stella said, getting back into position. Simon waited for her to charge at him and grunted as her fist hit the training glove on his hand.

“Again,” Simon said, bracing himself. Stella charged at him with her left fist, hitting the other mark. “Stronger. You’ve got this.”

“It’s all the strength I have!” Stella whined.

“No, it’s not. Think about Ricardo,” Simon suggested.

“That motherf*cker!” Stella growled, throwing another punch with her right fist. Simon held his position but felt the difference right away.

“Better.”

“Really?”

“Stella, focus.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Keep goin’. We still have three more hours before we break for lunch, and I will teach you submissions for the rest of the afternoon.”

“I’m going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“You’ll be fine,” Simon reassured her. “Come at me again with all you’ve got. Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it.”

“Okay,” Stella breathed, taking a deep breath. “Here goes everything.”

A few hours later, Stella and Simon broke for lunch. She’d made them some chicken, rice, and beans, and they’d heated everything up in the break room microwave. Simon made himself a cup of tea and grabbed Stella a soda from the refrigerator. They settled at the table in the middle of the room, waiting for the food to cool down a bit.

“You’re doing well for such short notice,” Simon said as he finally started to dig in.

“Thanks,” Stella said with a small smile. “I don’t feel confident yet.”

“It’s not about confidence, star,” Simon said after swallowing another bite of his meal. “It’s about reaction and trusting your instincts.”

“Thanks,” Stella said, focusing on her food.

“Want to tell me what brought this request on now? You promised to tell me during lunch,” Simon reminded her.

“You know that I’ve been looking at references for the proposal,” Stella said. Simon nodded, waiting for her to continue. “I got a delivery on Monday before the day was over and I set it aside to look at on Tuesday morning. First file was fine, but then the next one wasn’t.”

“How so?”

“You know how some files are completely and utterly covered in ink, right?”

“Yes, of course. Security clearances, levels, and political sh*te,” Simon answered casually. He dug up a bite of rice and froze with his fork halfway to his mouth as he stared up at Stella. “Stella!” he hissed. “You did not get a clean file.”

“I did,” Stella sighed, fidgeting.

“That counts as being in over your head, star!” Simon admonished, panic creeping into his gut. “Who has the file now?”

“Kate. I don’t know what she did with it,” Stella said, biting her lip. Simon couldn’t tell whether it was nerves or if there was something else she wasn’t offering. “John told me to forget about it, but it’s not easy to. There was so much in there.”

“What was it about? Cameras here don’t cover sound. Tell me what you can,” Simon asked.

“They lost more than three missiles, Si,” Stella whispered.

“How many?”

“Five. And a bunch of civilian casualties went into covering this all up.”

“Bloody hell, I’m sorry you had to see that, star,” Simon said, placing his hand on the table, palm up. Stella reached over and he carefully wrapped his fingers around her hand, squeezing it in an effort to comfort her. “Do you know anything about what Price and Kate plan to do with the intel?”

“Not much,” Stella said. “They needed to get teams on it as covertly as possible. I don’t know what else they discussed. Simon, don’t you dare go out. John isn’t.”

“I wouldn’t. I hung it up and I meant it,” Simon said, giving her hand another squeeze. “No more Ghost,” he reassured her.

“Good,” Stella said, sighing. “Do you understand why I asked you to do this?”

“I do,” Simon said, letting go of her hand. “Stella, considering the circ*mstances of what’s goin’ on. I want to go over some things with you,” Simon said between bites. “First, I’m only teaching you things that will help you hurt, knock out, or at most maim whoever dares to come at you. This isn’t about being a badass heroine. This is for your protection,” Simon started. Stella nodded, listening carefully as she ate. “This is so you can run the hell away to safety. If anything happens, and you manage to get out of it, you call me or Price right away .”

“Yes,” Stella said, paying full attention.

“I do not want blood on your hands. Next Saturday, I will teach you how to handle a sidearm, but I loathe to even consider it,” Simon sighed, keeping his eyes locked on Stella as he visibly shook in his frustration, resting his nose on his curled fist. “I’m angry at the f*cker who put you in this position.”

“You’re not the only one,” Stella said, finishing up what she could from her lunch. “John and Kate looked just as furious.”

“Good. We’ll figure out who f*cked up and take care of them too.”

“Simon?”

“Yes?”

“Graves’ name was nowhere in the file.”

“What?”

“Whatever Shepherd had done to cover up the missiles, he had no part in it.”

“So, when he shut us out in Las Almas, he wasn’t betraying us. Was he protecting us from Shepherd’s fallout? f*ckin’ hell,” Simon thought out loud.

“He betrayed you?”

“Yes. I mean, I don’t know anymore.”

“Knowing Kate for as long as I have, she wouldn’t have given Graves a contract if she thought he betrayed you guys. She’s loyal to the team.”

“She is, especially after Shepherd left her for dead.”

“He what?!” Stella exclaimed.

“f*ck,” Simon cursed. “You didn’t know that.”

“No!” she hissed. “Ugh, there’s so much involved in this, isn’t there?”

“Yes, there is,” Simon said, finishing up his lunch. “I won’t give you more details because you don’t need that in your mind any more than what you saw in that file. Shepherd is not to be trusted. That is something you need to keep in mind. Are we clear?”

“Yes.”

“Graves’s loyalty is debatable. His apology and now this detail makes him a wild card. You keep your distance from him as much as possible.”

“I will,” Stella said, taking a sip of her soda.

“One more thing,” Simon said as he finished up his tea and got up from the table.

“What is it?”

“No more high heels for you until this is over.”

“Simon, you cannot rob inches from my height like this!” Stella argued as he gathered their containers and started towards the break room sink.

“Stella, you need to be able to run. Heels will not let you do that.”

“Dammit, Simon!”

“No. More. Heels.”

“Fine!” Stella cried. “I’m still wearing some for the company Christmas party and that’s final !” she said as she stood. Simon tried to contain his grin at her outburst. He was proud she was standing her ground.

“Fine,” Simon repeated, as he put everything in the sink and turned on the water. “Did you bring a book?”

“I did.”

“Go get it and read to cool off and let our lunch settle. I’ll take care of this and set up for your next lesson,” Simon instructed.

“Voy,” Stella groaned, leaving the break room. Simon smiled to himself. He really was incredibly proud of Stella’s growth over the last few months. She was believing in her own strength, asking for help when she needed it, and standing on her own more confidently. Stella was healing into the woman he’d always seen within her. A force to be reckoned with.

After their food settled, Simon spent the afternoon showing Stella how to get out of different holds and turn things around so she could run away. Once he was satisfied for the day, he took her back into the city and stopped at a drive-through for their dinner.

Simon dropped Stella off at her apartment. She slowly slugged her way up the stairs, feeling aches building in most of her joints. With a groan, Stella opened her apartment door to see some of her LED lights on in various shades of pink and white. Her eyes focused on the shoe rack by the door to see John’s shoes in the space she’d designated for him.

“Starlight?” he called out.

“Yeah,” Stella breathed. “You’re here. I thought I told you I’d be fine on my own.”

“You look exhausted,” John said as he appeared in the living room. “Thought you could use some pampering.”

“I certainly could,” she giggled as she toed off her sneakers and wobbled on her unsteady legs.

“I found your foot spa. I’ve been getting it ready for you.”

“You’re a f*cking saint,” Stella said, walking up to him and giving him a long kiss.

“Take a shower,” John requested as he wrinkled his nose at her playfully. “Did you have dinner?”

“I did. We stopped at a burger drive-through on the way back,” Stella said.

“Alright, no dinner. How was practice?”

“Long,” Stella groaned as she disappeared into her bathroom. “We got a lot done. We’re meeting up again in a closed practice next Saturday.”

“Can’t wait to see the fruit of your efforts.”

“I can’t wait to show you,” John heard Stella reply as she turned on the shower. He continued to get everything ready, eager to spoil her for the night. He’d already bought a pint of her favorite ice cream on the way to the apartment, eager to split it with her as they caught up on a show they’d started watching together.

“John?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can you help me with my hair? The arm drills we did today have me almost crippled.”

“Of course,” John chuckled. “I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you!” Stella called.

“I’ve brought your favorite ice cream,” John said as he arrived at the bathroom. He rolled up the sleeves of his henley shirt and took the shampoo bottle from Stella’s hands.

“You did?” Stella asked, surprised.

“Yes, though I might have to feed it to you if your arms are this sore,” he teased gently as Stella blushed. “Thought we could catch up on that superhero series we started to watch on Tuesday,” John offered as he started to massage her scalp with the product.

“I would love that,” Stella said with a smile, moaning at his skillful fingers threading through her hair. “You’re so good at this. Holy sh*t.”

“I’m glad you enjoy it,” John chuckled. “They worked you hard today, didn’t they?”

“They did,” Stella groaned. “Almost like a military drill,” she mumbled.

“You should see the team in action and training the recruits. They’re something else to see,” John remarked as he finished. “Rinse off.”

“How so?”

“I’ve heard of some trainees requesting Soap or Gaz for their drills because they can’t handle Simon. He’s the toughest one of them all,” John said as he watched Stella duck under the water.

“He can’t be that bad, John.”

“Yes, he is. And a damn good soldier,” John said as Stella stepped out of the stream of water.

“That I believe,” Stella said as she grabbed her conditioner. “Thank you, papi,” she added.

“You’re welcome, reina. I’ll be in the living room getting everything ready,” John said, giving her a soft kiss before leaving the restroom.

After John dried his hands, he hurried to the kitchen to grab his phone and send out a text message to Rose. Thanksgiving was just around the corner, and he wanted to have this detail ready and at his apartment before their departure got too close.

Rose, I need a favor.

🌹: Hey, Price! What’s up?

I need you to pack for Stella’s vacation while she’s at work next week.

🌹: Where are you going?

Florida

🌹: *insert squee gif*
When do you leave?

The day after Thanksgiving
I’d like the bags ready in advance so I can check this off my list

🌹: Consider it done.
I’ll take care of it
Where do you want me to drop them off when it’s done?

Leave them at the office. I’ll let security know to expect you in the lobby
I’ll hide them at my apartment.

🌹: Gotcha. I’ll have it done by Friday
I should tell her I’m going to her place for a couple of things though.
I do not want to violate her space without her knowing about it.

She knows what it’s for but doesn’t know where we’re going
I already warned her I’d have you pack her things.

🌹: Oh, then never mind then. I’ll just let her know what day I’m going to take her stuff
Grab a bunch of different things to throw her off the scent of where you’re going.

Thank you, Rose.
That is perfect.

🌹: I can’t wait for the pictures.

I can’t wait to see the look on her face when we land in Orlando

🌹: Keep us all posted!

I will.

Chapter 35: 2 Baddies

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Stella arrived at the office that Monday morning feeling slightly less like she'd been hit by a truck after her training session with Simon. She and John had spent all day Sunday at her apartment, and John had continued to spoil her. He did his best to work out the knots in her muscles that had formed the morning after, and when Stella had had enough of his firm, skillful, tender hands on her sore muscles, he turned them to love her instead. She shook off the memory as she arrived at her desk and scheduled an urgent meeting with Kate for later that morning, then set to work sorting through the weekend's emails.

As soon as 11 am hit, Stella got up from her chair and walked to Kate’s office. She waved at John as she walked around her desk, picked up her phone, and scrambled to make her meeting.

“Hey Kate,” Stella said as she closed and locked the door behind her. Kate grinned at her assistant, watching as she slowly moved a chair to the blind spot Kate had in her office.

“You’re sluggish this morning. What did John do?”

“No, it wasn’t John,” Stella said, her cheeks flushed at the implication. “I spent all Saturday in the Pit, worked to the bone by Simon.”

“Simon?” Kate asked, surprised as she sat down across from Stella after bringing her own chair.

“I asked him to help me learn some self-defense techniques.”

“Excellent, you might need it. What did you tell John?”

“Dance drills,” Stella sighed.

“Did you believe it enough?”

“I did,” Stella chuckled. “I’m really sorry about my sh*tty lying, Kate.”

“Stella, I like the fact that you can’t lie. But right now I need you to keep acting the way you have,” Kate said with a smile.

“This Saturday we’re going back to the Pit for more training,” Stella said. “Simon also said he’d teach me how to handle sidearms just in case.”

“Submission moves?”

“We went over them. I did learn how to properly throw a punch and not break my thumb,” Stella said with a small chuckle.

“Good, that’s important,” Kate said, smiling. “I’ll join you this weekend. I’d like to help you.”

“Thanks, Kate. I appreciate that,” Stella said.

“You survived Simon’s training. That’s impressive.”

“Price says he’s brutal.”

“He is. I’ve heard he’s made a few marines cry.”

“He probably went easy on me, Kate.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Kate remarked with a grin.

“You’ll see for yourself,” Stella said. “I’m sure he did.”

“Saturday, 10 am?”

“Nine,” Stella answered.

“Even better. I won’t go easy on you.”

“I wouldn’t expect any less from my boss,” Stella said with a smile. “And friend.”

“Good. Sorry I’ll be missing Thanksgiving this year. But I certainly won’t miss Christmas,” Kate said. “Liv and I are looking forward to trying the coquito.”

“You’re going to love it.”

“I’m sure I will. Now, let’s focus on why you called the meeting.”

“Right,” Stella said, straightening up in her chair. “Let’s go over some of the different scenarios I need to prepare for again. I have some questions.” Kate nodded as their meeting really began.

🕊️: Simon, Kate’s coming with us on Saturday

Star, why did you tell her?

🕊️: Because she’s helping me through this like you are

Does she have a plan?

🕊️: Yeah. She’s the one teaching me how to lie better

Fair enough. Having her around will allow me to see you in action

🕊️: That’s exactly what she said after our meeting was over

You’re going to be feeling it worse on Sunday

🕊️: Don’t remind me. 🙃🙃

🤣🤣 you’ll be fine

🕊️: Say that to my dead proteins. They hurt too

🤦🏻♂️ don’t talk about your hair like that. It’s impossible for it to hurt

🕊️: You’re used to this sh*t, Si. I’m not

After this is over, I’m still planning on teaching you more self-defense techniques

🕊️: That’s fine.
Let’s get through this first.

Of course.

Saturday at The Pit

“Again!” Kate cried as Stella landed on her back.

“I told you he took it easy on me last week!” Stella groaned. Simon chuckled, holding out his hand towards her to help her up. Stella sighed, gripping his arm as she struggled to her feet.

“I did not,” Simon said with a smirk.

“You liar,” Stella said, stretching out her back a little more.

“You’re doing well, Stella. Simon, you did a great job of teaching her to use her strengths,” Kate praised. He nodded as he stood in position again, waiting for Stella to charge at him once more. “The most important thing you need to do is to know when to run. I think you should start running with me in the morning.”

“No,” Stella groaned. “I like to sleep.”

“Stella,” Simon said, narrowing his gaze. “Humor us, please.”

“I’m going on vacation starting next Friday. What good will a week of running do now?”

“You need to build more stamina, Stella,” Kate persisted.

“All the running around I do in the office isn’t enough?” Stella whined.

“No,” Kate said flatly.

“Puta madre,” Stella cursed. “Fine,” she groaned. “When do we start?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Oh, f*ck no,” Stella whined. “If John stays over tonight he’ll know something’s up. I don’t go running on weekends. Or at all. I sleep in.”

“I’ll run with her tomorrow night, Kate,” Simon offered.

“I want video evidence,” Kate said, eying Simon.

“You’ll get it,” Simon said, glancing at Stella. “I’ll come to get you at your apartment after Price leaves.”

“Fine,” Stella sighed. “Tomorrow night.”

“Good,” Kate said. “Stella, you’ve had a long enough break. Charge at him again.”

“First rule: give me all you’ve got, second rule: give me more ,” Simon said.

“Quoting Batman at me, I’ve truly turned you into a nerd,” Stella smirked.

“Masked man who wants justice, easy to relate to,” Simon teased as Stella charged at his upper body, grabbed the back of his neck, and yanked him down towards her. As he protected his head and neck with his hands and arms, he reflexively jerked up and away from her. Stella deftly ducked down, grabbed his ankle, and threw his leg up into his chest, using his momentum to throw him onto his back. Stella paused, almost in shock, and then jumped for joy, squealing, before she ran a lap around the mat.

“Great job, Stella!” Kate said as Simon got back to his feet.

“Ya finally got me,” Simon beamed.

“Now I just have to do it a bunch more,” Stella breathed.

“Exactly,” Kate said as she watched Simon set Stella down carefully. She checked her watch for the time and smiled. They still had a few more hours before lunch. “Go again.”

“I know,” Stella said, bracing herself. “Until I can do this instinctively.”

After a few hours, Kate called a lunch break. They went through different contingencies and alternative plans for Stella if something were to happen to her. Kate and Simon insisted that she use her memory and wit above all else, as they were her best assets.

They spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Stella how to fire a sidearm. She hated this part of their crash course on self-defense, but Simon and Kate deemed it necessary. They taught her to aim, control the recoil, and reload a few different models. Once they were satisfied with her grasp on the basics, it was Simon’s turn to coach Stella as he taught her to disarm Kate with an unloaded pistol.

By the time Stella arrived back at her apartment that night, John was again there ready to spoil her with dinner, another foot massage, and the next episode of their favorite superhero show. Stella fell asleep halfway through the episode, so John carried her to bed and tucked them in for the night. Taking care of her felt so natural it almost seemed magical to him. Every time he was grateful she allowed him to dote on her, enjoy her company, and wake up next to her. As he dozed off, John couldn’t stop counting down the days until their trip - it was only six days away now. Her bags were packed and hidden away in his guest room, and all the other arrangements were in place for their departure the day after Thanksgiving. That night, he dreamt of Stella’s joyous smile and sharing a week of happy memories with her.

Early Sunday night, Simon sighed as he waited for Stella just outside her building. He’d been out for a walk to clear his head, but he’d been waiting for a few minutes and he was eager to get going again. He was faring better emotionally since his appointment with Sullivan the week before, where he’d made a few breakthroughs.

“Hey,” Stella’s voice suddenly cut through his mental distraction. “Where are we going?”

“Gym nearby. We’ll be let in without any trouble.”

“Okay,” Stella agreed, following his lead. Located a few blocks away, Mario’s Gym spanned two floors on a corner lot. Simon opened the door for her, letting Stella in first. He followed after her, nodding at the guy at the reception counter. Stella quickly recognized him from their group therapy meetings, the same veteran who’d referred Simon to his current therapist. “I didn’t know Elliot worked here,” Stella whispered, following Simon all the way up to the cardio area.

“I helped him get the job. He was lookin’ for somethin’ that would keep him busy.”

“That’s nice of you,” Stella said as Simon pointed her to a treadmill.

“Kate’s suggestion is ta start ya off slow, star. If you need to stop, lower the speed first,” Simon said, as Stella immediately started walking to the pace he’d set. “I’ll be right next to you.”

“I’m in pain and you’re making me do this. I’d love to stop now,” Stella groaned. Simon chuckled, shaking his head.

“Push through it,” Simon encouraged her. “Now smile for your boss,” he teased, pulling out his phone and starting to record a video. Stella rolled her eyes as she continued to jog, sticking her tongue out at the camera. “Good job,” Simon said as he stopped recording and sent it off. “We’ll be here for at least two hours. Did Price feed ya?”

“He did.”

“Good. I’ll take you to ice cream after.”

“Phish Food?”

“Of course,” Simon said with a smile. “A whole pint.”

“Yes,” Stella breathed as Simon upped the speed slightly. “Can we do this instead of making me wake up in the morning?”

“I’ll talk to Kate. I know you’re a night owl.”

“You too,” Stella said.

“That I am,” Simon chuckled. “Once you get back from vacation. I’d like you to come back with me to the Pit.”

“Simon, I think I’ve learned enough.”

“No. You haven’t. Just because it’s the holiday season, doesn’t mean the bad guys take a rest, star.”

“Fine, I’ll give you one more weekend. But I’m taking the Company Christmas party off. It’s my big holiday baking date before the 23rd's marathon for the Navidad party at Emily’s.”

“No arguments there. Am I gettin’ fireside cookies?”

“Of course you are, those are your favorites.”

“Have you thought about what everyone else is getting?”

“Yeah. Still haven’t figured out John’s. I’ll sort it out soon enough.”

“I trust you will,” Simon said, checking the time. “You’ve still got an hour and a half to go.”

“Uuuuuugh,” Stella groaned.

“Remember the ice cream.”

“Phish food is worth this pain.”

“It is.”

Chapter 36: Thanksgiving

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Thanksgiving day dawned cool and clear and brilliant. As much as she wanted to sleep in, Stella had to get up early to put the finishing touches on her chocolate pecan pies and homemade vanilla ice cream for their Friendsgiving luncheon at Alejandro’s. When John arrived back to the apartment from his morning workout, he attempted to lend a hand, but he couldn’t resist sneaking a taste of the sweet cream with Stella’s homemade vanilla. Stella turned and caught him with his spoon in his mouth, and she banished him to the shower with a shriek as she packed everything for their walk to the restaurant.

A couple of short hours later, John and Stella arrived at Alejandro’s to find most of their friends had already arrived. Stella felt a little giddy as she looked around at the restaurant and everyone stood to greet them. The space was resplendent in its Christmas decorations. A large tree covered in white lights, navy and silver ornaments, white poinsettias, and topped with a twinkling star was the centerpiece of the room. The wooden pillars throughout the dining room were wrapped in lush pine garland with warm fairy lights, and tiny red poinsettias decorated each table. The windows were tastefully flocked, and each had a candle placed in the center of the sill.

“You outdid yourself, Ale!” Stella said after greeting everyone.

“No, this was all Emily. She brought everything and helped us decorate,” Rodolfo chimed in.

“Of course she did,” Stella said with a grin as Alejandro took the cooler off her hands.

“I’ll go put this in the freezer. Do we need to warm up the pies?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” Stella answered. “They’re warm enough as it is.”

“She was pulling them out of the oven when I picked her up,” John said.

“Perfect,” Alejandro said with a grin and disappeared into the kitchen.

“We’re all here!” Emily squealed, quickly running over to hug Stella. “Price! I’m so glad you made it this year!”

“As am I, Emily,” John greeted, getting a warm hug from her as well. “Good to see you.”

“When are we eatin’?” Soap asked.

“In about an hour,” Rodolfo answered.

“We’re missing Rose,” Gaz said, looking around the restaurant.

“She didn’t come with Simon?” Stella asked, confused.

“No,” Simon answered. Stella found that odd and glanced at him. He seemed relaxed, much better than he was the night before. Gaz had moved their DnD session to Wednesday because of the holiday, and Simon’s character had been knocked unconscious. Gaz had him roll his death saving throws privately, prompting Stella in particular to go out of her way to stabilize Ash before the combat scenario ended. It’d given the whole table a scare, and at the end of the session, Gaz had checked in on everyone to make sure they weren’t too shaken up. “I got here shortly before you did.”

“Oh,” Stella said, trying to wrap her head around what was happening. “Okay.” Stella narrowed her gaze at him and he shrugged dismissively. John moved off to talk to the lads and Emily, and Stella quickly approached Simon. “How are you?”

“I’m well,” he said with a small nod. “Don’t worry too much about it, star,” he added, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder. Stella’s cheeks flushed slightly at the pet name, smiling up at him. Simon was definitely better - he seemed more at peace today. “We’ll talk about it soon.”

“Okay. Whatever you say.”

“How are you?”

“I’m managing. You know why.”

“You’re going on vacation starting tomorrow. Relax and enjoy today. Only worry about the treadmills chasing you when you get back.”

“Ugh,” Stella groaned. Simon chuckled, beaming at her.

“Rose is here!” Emily cried, startling everyone in the room. They all turned to the restaurant entrance and saw her with a wagon full of food. Alejandro froze while Rodolfo sprung into action, quickly unlocking the door and letting her in.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Rose breathed with a small smile. “I’ve brought the last dishes and some board games we can play until the pernil is ready.”

“Perfect!” Emily said, quickly walking over to greet her.

“Tan bella como una rosa,” Alejandro whispered. Stella whipped around, quickly studying the bar owner and gauging his body language. Once he regained his composure, he approached Rose and offered her his hand. “You must be Rose,” he said with a smile. “You’re as beautiful as your namesake,” he added. Rose’s cheeks flushed at the compliment, and she delicately covered her mouth with one hand as she held out the other toward Alejandro. He bent forward and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, as Rose radiantly smiled down at him, intensely flattered.

“Well,” Stella said, glancing back at Simon who seemed completely unbothered by the exchange. That’s very interesting, she thought, returning her gaze to Rose.

“Gusto conocerte, preciosa,” Rodolfo said, smiling at Rose.

“Igual,” Rose said, her cheeks colored even more brightly at all the attention she was receiving. Rodolfo helped her with her coat while Alejandro gathered up the rest of the food.

“What do you want to play?” Emily asked Soap as she checked the wagon.

“Let’s play this,” he said, holding out a small rectangular box.

“I am not against Jenga,” Emily said with a grin. “Gaz?”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” he said as Sean and David also agreed to join in. Simon opted to stay on the sidelines as almost everyone gathered around the table to play. John stood by as well, enjoying the excited, joyous emotions in the air. He watched Alejandro and Rodolfo charm Rosie, then passed a look over to Simon who seemed completely unfazed by all the fuss.

“Simon,” John said softly, approaching him carefully. “Been hoping you’ve been doing all right.” He nodded toward Rosie and said, “This doesn’t bother you?”

“Not at all,” Simon said, glancing at her for a brief moment before shifting his eyes over to Stella. “She looks happy.” John’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “A story for another time, Price,” he finished as a timer went off.

“f*ckin’ finally! I’ve been smellin’ that pork shoulder marinating since last night,” Soap said. Everyone laughed as Alejandro dipped into the kitchen to go get it with Rudy’s help. Simon quickly took the chair to Stella’s left, sitting next to Soap. John took the chair to her right, watching as everyone else slowly took their seats and started passing around plates.

“Bloody hell,” John said as Alejandro arrived with the meat. Rodolfo was carrying two plates loaded with different rice dishes, carefully adding them to the impressive spread. “That smells incredible.”

“Wait until you try it,” Stella said with a grin. “Em, you really outdid yourself with my tías rice recipe,” she added, seeing the warm rice dish.

“It holds up! I tried it,” Emily said with a smile.

“I can’t wait!” Stella said with a smile.

“Before we start eating, I know none of us are very religious, but I’d like us to say what we’re thankful for this year. As little or as much as you want,” Emily said, grinning as Alejandro started cutting into the pork shoulder. “So, if you all don’t mind indulging me?”

“Not at all,” Stella said with a smile.

“I’ll start us off,” Emily said with a grin. “I’m thankful to finally have all of you in the same room to celebrate with me. I love our big, unusual family, and while we’re missing Kate and Liv, this makes me so happy,” she sniffled. “You all have been my biggest cheerleaders since Johnny and I started dating, and I hope we can have many more celebrations like this in years to come.”

“Cheers!” Everyone toasted at the table, bringing their glasses together in celebration.

“Who’s next?” Emily asked.

“Me,” David volunteered. “I’m thankful to be here, finally meeting the rest of Gaz’s friends. I’m thankful for Gaz and Sean, and our regular game that helps me completely forget about the stupidity I have to deal with,” he added.

“I”m thankful for every single one of you. Not so thankful for the chaos you bring to my game, but I’ll forgive that just for the holiday,” Gaz added with a smirk. Everyone laughed, as Gaz cleared his throat to continue. “I’m also thankful to have David and Sean, who’ve welcomed me and made me feel loved and appreciated more than some of you wankers,” he teased.

“Oh, you love my teasin’,” Soap remarked.

“Sometimes, not always, Soap,” Gaz laughed, and they continued. Sean echoed similar sentiments to Gaz and David. Rudy was thankful for Ale and the restaurant, and he was optimistic about their future. Rose expressed her appreciation for her friends and her family, and she added how thankful she was that she could finally celebrate with them after spending the last few years on the island with her family for the holiday. Ale reiterated Rudy’s thoughts, then added he was thankful for new friends while peeking at Rose.

“I’m thankful I don’t have to work today,” John said, sending another fit of laughter through the rest of the table. “And that I’m finally takin’ a well-deserved break startin’ tomorrow.”

“Aren’t you going on vacation tomorrow, too, Stell?” Emily asked.

“Yeah,” Stella said with a grin. “About damn time, too,” she laughed, beaming at John.

“This time tomorrow, reina, I’ll be very excited to see the look on your face,” John said, squeezing her thigh from under the table.

“WAIT!” Emily yelled. “You’re not kidding me, right?! Johnny!” she cried, smacking Soap on the shoulder.

“Steamin’ bloody Jesus, Em! I had no idea either!” Soap exclaimed in his defense.

“He calls her queen! Why am I a princess?” Emily fumed. Stella laughed, leaning onto John as she blushed under the attention. “Since when?” Emily asked, focusing on her friends, particularly Stella.

“It’s been building for months, finally got together recently,” Stella answered.

“I’m so, so happy!” Emily said gleefully. “You have to take as many pictures as you can on your vacation. Do you have any idea where you’re going?”

“No, it’s a surprise,” Stella said.

“Well I can’t wait to hear all about it,” Emily beamed. “Stella?”

“I’m thankful for every single one of you. I think we’ve all said that multiple times in the last ten minutes,” she laughed, glancing at everyone at the table. “I’m also very thankful for all the healing you’ve all helped me with this year after a very rough start,” she continued, giggling as John took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her fingers.

“Same here,” John said with a smile.

“Si?” Stella said, glancing at him.

“I’m thankful for all of you,” Simon said, sighing with a small smile. “My new family.”

“Cheers!” Soap said quickly. Everyone toasted once more before Soap said, “Of course, I have ta start by being thankful for Emily and the store. And for being able to celebrate another special holiday with the team.”

“Can we eat now?” Sean asked. “That pork shoulder smells divine!”

“That’s what I’ve been sayin’!” Soap argued.

“¡Si! Ya pueden comer,” Emily said in defeat.

“Finally!” John said as they all started digging in.

“Emily you outdid yourself with this,” Sean said immediately after swallowing his first bite.

“You nailed my tías rice, holy f*ck,” Stella added.

“Rosita, el arroz con gandules esta riquísimo,” Alejandro said with a big smile. Her cheeks flushed at the compliment.

“Gracias, Alejandro. It’s my tatara abuela’s recipe.”

“¿Tienes más recetas asi?” Rodolfo asked.

“Si,” Rosie said with a smile. “El tembleque, arroz con dulce, paella,” she listed, sighing. “Tengo un libro de recetas de la familia en el apartamento.”

“¿Te gusta cocinar?” Alejandro asked.

“Si, mucho,” she said with a small nod.

“Stella,” Emily started.

“Yeah?”

“I brought your Lego set with me.”

“You did!?” Stella cried.

“I asked Johnny to pick it up yesterday,” Emily said, pointing to a box in the corner.

“What?” John asked.

“I got you something,” Stella answered. “You’ll see when we get back to your place later,” she added. John nodded as they continued to eat. The group happily settled into small talk as they all caught up on each others’ lives and enjoyed the wonderful food and better company.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you know how to make ice cream,” John said, carrying the box of Lego as he and Stella made their way towards his apartment for the rest of their day.

“It’s not something I mention because it’s like my baking, it varies according to my moods!” Stella argued. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” John said with a grin. “It was exquisite, as was your chocolate pecan pie. They went perfectly together.”

“I’m glad you think so. As soon as Emily heard that’s what I wanted to make, she practically begged me for it,” Stella giggled.

“You have a true talent,” John complimented as they arrived at his building. Stella opened the front door, leading the way up to his apartment.

“Thank you,” Stella smiled as he unlocked the door and led them in. John locked the door behind them, took off his shoes, and walked towards the living room to set up for building the Lego. “I’ll be right there. Do you want some tea?” she called out from the kitchen.

“Yes, reina. I would appreciate it,” John said as he opened the box. He took in the sight and smell of the bags of brightly-colored and differently-shaped pieces. He thumbed through the thick instruction booklet. He felt a content excitement rise in his chest - an evening building this set felt like a very unique way to spend time together.

“I’ll be right there. Changing into something comfortable, and I’ll be right back with tea for you and a soda for me,” Stella called.

“Perfect. I’ll get this started,” John said as he opened the instruction book and started reading through the backstory of the set he was building. He appreciated the attention to detail that went into the model lighthouse. It even had a mechanical component to make it light up. The figures and boat were listed first before the lighthouse.

“Hey,” Stella breathed, catching his attention a few minutes later. John looked up from his mess of Lego bricks and smiled at the sight of her. She had swapped her fancy top for one of his t-shirts, and she was holding a mug of steeping tea in one hand and a glass of her soda in the other. “Having fun?”

“Yes,” John chuckled. “It is a lot more entertaining than I expected.”

“Do you like Star Wars?”

“Grew up on the original trilogy, why?”

“There’s a massive Millenium Falcon model.”

“How massive?”

“I’ll show you when we visit the Lego Store by the Rockefeller tree,” Stella answered. “I think it’s bigger than your coffee table.”

“Why would I want to build it?”

“Because it looks amazing,” Stella said as she set the mug of tea before him and sat down on the ground to help him. “How can I help?”

“I’m on step eighteen,” John answered.

“Okay, I’ll help get the pieces together, and you can build?”

“That works,” John said with a smile. “You always look incredible in my clothes.”

“I should try one of your work shirts sometime,” Stella teased with a giggle.

“You do that and I’ll have to f*ck you in it,” John remarked.

“I’ll have to remember that,” Stella winked. John chuckled as they got to work together on their project, light conversation filling the space as they built. “Bag three done!” Stella announced as she handed John the last pieces he needed. “How many are there?”

“Seven for the first part of the build,” John said. “There are thirteen bags in total.”

“I don’t even want to know how many the Falcon will take,” Stella chuckled.

“We can take a break now if you’d like,” John offered.

“What time does our flight leave tomorrow?”

“Early, at nine,” John answered. Stella checked her watch and smiled.

“Sure, we can take a little break now and see where the evening takes us,” she grinned. “You really can’t tell me where we’re going?”

“No. You’ll see at the airport where we’re going but not exactly where we’re stayin’, sweetheart,” John said. “That’s the real surprise.”

“I’m so excited.”

“I am too.”

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Stella said, getting up. “I’ll be right back,” she added, leaving the living room.

“Hurry back,” John called out eagerly. He waited patiently, starting to work on the fourth bag of bricks to keep himself occupied.

“John?” Stella’s voice brought him back from his work. He looked up to find her standing there in nothing but one of his soft blue button-down shirts undone to show just the top of her cleavage, with her beautiful long hair hanging over her arms in waves. His eyes went huge for a second as a soft growl escaped him. He dropped the pieces he was holding and rose to his feet gracefully, never taking his eyes off Stella.

“f*ckin’ hell, reina,” he murmured, stalking up to her. “You really do look incredible in all of my shirts,” John said, wrapping an arm around her and groaning as he felt nothing under the shirt.

“Conmigo, capitán,” Stella smirked. John’s gaze darkened as he released her, following her to his room. They stopped as they reached his bedside, and John wrapped Stella in his arms, pulling her back tight against his chest as he buried his head into the crook of her neck. Stella let out a content sigh, reaching up behind her and threading a hand into his hair. John softly kissed her neck, relishing the quiet moans his attentions earned him. His hand trailed down to her folds, sliding between and applying slight pressure to her cl*t. John groaned as he felt her pull slightly on his hair, responding by grinding his hardening length against her ass.

“Get on the bed, reina,” he growled into her ear and released her. Stella did as he asked, lust-blown pupils staring right back at him. John began to undress, taking in the sight of the beautiful brunette wearing his shirt. The top buttons were undone enough to show the valley of her breasts, while the hem of his shirt framed her beautifully thick thighs as a delicacy he was eager to devour. “Normally, I enjoy taking my time with you,” John said, taking his shirt off. “But seein’ you in this is dangerous,” he added.

“What if I like it that way, captain?”

“f*ck,” he groaned, panting heavily as he watched Stella’s hands. “Starlight?” he breathed, watching as her fingers slipped between her folds and started caressing her cl*t. “Givin’ me a show?”

“Just making sure I’m ready to take you, papi,” Stella moaned, her back arching as she felt her arousal spike as he watched.

“Fuuuuuck,” John breathed, making quick work of shedding the rest of his clothes, palming his erection, and groaning as he watched his beautiful reina take herself higher. He slowly kneeled onto the bed, keeping his eyes intently trained on her face as her breathing hitched. “Stop,” he commanded.

“I’m so close,” Stella keened.

“I know, but that’s my job now, not yours,” John growled as he guided himself to her entrance. With a firm grip on her thighs, he lowered her onto him, bottoming out with a guttural groan. “So bloody tight,” he mumbled. “How are you feelin'?”

“Green light, capitán,” Stella answered. He carefully rolled his hips as he thrust into her, relishing how reactive she was. “f*ck,” she breathed. “You feel so good,” she whimpered. John grunted as he ground into her, drinking in her sweet cries of pleasure at his every careful move. He felt her walls tighten around his length, recognizing the way her body was reacting as her release drew near. “Yes!” Stella cried, arching as she clenched around him, moaning as she felt herself on the brink of ecstasy. John withdrew just shy of her climax, and Stella whined at the empty feeling. “Why?”

“On all fours, now,” John growled. Stella hurriedly shifted into position under him, rolling over onto her knees and elbows. John couldn’t help the guttural sound that escaped him as he relished the sight of her gorgeous, thick ass on display just for him. He reached up and softly caressed the curve of her, sending a shiver up Stella’s spine as she arched for him. He moaned and leaned forward, planting a kiss between her shoulder blades as he thrust up into her soft, wet heat and left Stella gasping as he took her.

“Oh God, you feel so deep, f*ck,” she groaned.

“You take me so well, starlight,” John breathed as he withdrew to the tip and slammed back in. Stella moaned deeply as his thrusts ground into her g-spot, taking her back to where she’d been denied moments before. “f*ck,” John groaned as she finally came, clenching onto his co*ck. The sensation drove him mad, he loved it. He thrust harder as Stella’s cries got louder.

“John,” Stella moaned, repeating his name over and over again like a prayer, for more, for less, for anything, for everything as his rhythm didn’t falter. Her second release surprised her, ripping the next moan of his name out of her in a scream as she squirted all over him. John needed her closer. He delicately grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up so she was again flush against his chest as he kept thrusting up into her.

“You’re so beautiful when you say my name like that, starlight,” he grunted, replacing his hand with a soft grip around her neck with his arm to keep her in place. “The way we fit together, it’s like you were made for me,” he breathed.

“f*ck,” Stella panted, cries of bliss escaping her lips. “John,” she begged.

“I’m right there with you, reina,” he grunted. Stella turned her head toward him, bringing his lips to hers in a scorching kiss that drowned out their joined release. They came down together, still wrapped up in their kiss. John pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers. “Good?”

“Yes,” Stella answered. “You?”

“Perfect,” John smiled, releasing his hold as he slowly withdrew his softening length from her. He chuckled as Stella groaned, collapsing comically onto the bed. “You alright there?”

“Yes,” Stella mumbled.

“Watching me leak out of you is a view I had not expected to enjoy,” John said. “The sight of you in my shirts, however, is one I very much would like to repeat.”

“Definitely,” Stella said, slowly turning over. She was still glowing, smiling up at him contentedly.

“To the shower?” John asked, holding his hand out to her.

“Yes,” Stella said, slowly sitting up and taking his hand. Stella pressed her thighs together to keep the mess to a minimum as she got out of bed. “Let’s.”

“Excited for tomorrow?” he asked as they stepped into the bathroom.

“You already know my answer,” Stella said with a smile. He chuckled, turning on the hot water for her. John unbuttoned the shirt that was still clinging to her, carefully undressing her before wrapping his arms around her.

“I do,” John said. “Now let’s get ourselves cleaned up to have a light dinner and work some more on our little lighthouse.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Stella said with a smile. She stepped into the shower first, sighing happily at the temperature. His heart skipped a beat at the sound, enjoying it the more he heard it. “Coming?”

John was the first one to wake up the next morning, and he was relieved to see that there was still some time before the alarm went off. He pulled Stella closer, closing his eyes again as he felt her body flush against his. She was content, breathing softly as she slept next to him. John smiled as he held her close, savoring the moment.

In the months since their truce and in the last few weeks since they’d gotten together, John had come to admire so many things about Stella. Her resilience, strength, wit, charm, and many layers helped make Stella the brilliant woman that she was. Every inch of her was beautiful. Every moment with her was wonderful. The late weekends, tangled up in his bed as they drank each other in with pleasure and small talk. He knew he was incredibly fond of her, and their connection grew deeper by the day.

Stella, you have no idea how wonderful you truly are. I love seeing your face light up with joy, the way your cheeks and nose scrunch together when you’re excited always strikes me deeply. I love that little wheezing laughter of yours, the way you’ve embraced yourself even more, and let me help you heal. I love hearing your boundless enthusiasm over the things you enjoy, John thought. He…

“Hmm? What time is it?” Stella mumbled, slowly turning around to face him. She stretched, letting out a tiny squeak that always drove John mad. He loved it.

Oh.

Oh.

“John?”

I love you.

“You okay?”

“Y-yes,” John said, quickly recovering and pecking her forehead. “Good morning, starlight.”

“Morning,” Stella said softly, beaming up at him.

Stella, I love you, John thought. His heart started to race as everything hit him all at once. Why last night was perfect, and why his emotions this morning were different.

“Are we on time for our flight?” Stella asked, her voice still delicate as she slowly woke up.

“Yes,” John answered. “Our alarm is set to go off just about -” he started, a blaring sound jolting them both. “Now.”

“Breakfast?”

“We’ll grab something on the way to the airport. Get dressed. I have your bags ready,” John answered.

“Okay! Let’s go on vacation, mi amor!” she said, pecking his cheek and untangling herself from his embrace. John’s heart stopped at the new pet name, keeping his eyes on her as she gleefully continued towards the bathroom while singing a happy tune.

Gods, please tell me you’re almost there too, he thought, groaning as he lay back down. I’ll be ready to say it when you are, not a moment before, my love.

“John?”

“Yes?”

“Are you coming?”

“In a moment,” he answered, slowly getting out of bed. “I’m going to take our stuff to the front door and make sure we have everything we need.”

“Did you check us in for our flight last night?”

“Yesterday morning before we went to Alejandro’s.”

“Amazing! Hurry or the water’s gonna get cold.”

“I’ll be there in a moment, sweetheart,” John said, quickly heading to the guest room to grab their packed bags. He’d finished getting everything ready well in advance, but he needed a moment to completely collect himself before the morning shower. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm her with this just before their week off. This vacation was about her. He couldn’t wait for her to reclaim the magic.

Chapter 37: Surprise

Chapter Text

Freshly showered and dressed in their comfy traveling clothes, Stella and John headed out of his building in the direction of the airport. He hailed a cab, and as soon as they were en route Stella was practically bouncing in her seat, a smile glued to her face, overjoyed to finally find out where they were going. John held her hand throughout the whole ride, smiling at her giddily and refusing to give her a hint.

They arrived at the crowded airport, and John took charge. He checked in their bags, organized them in the security line, and steered them into a restaurant for a quick bite to eat. He adored watching Stella in all her excitement. The closer they got to their gate, the more gleeful she became and the more joy and love swelled in his heart until he thought he was overflowing as much as she was.

“We’re going to Orlando?” she asked, shocked. “Really?!” she squeaked.

“Yes,” John said, smiling broadly back at her.

“Oh, my God. There’s so much to do! Are we going to the theme parks?” Stella asked, as a thought suddenly struck her. He wouldn’t. John wouldn’t take me there. Would he?

“You’ll see,” he grinned.

“That’s all you’re going to give me?!”

“Yes. Once we land, we’re getting a rental car, and I’m blindfolding you.”

“Why?”

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do.”

“Then don’t worry about it. I’ve got a good reason for it,” John reassured her as they sat down and waited for their flight to be called to board.

An hour or so later, they settled into their seats. Stella rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes and relaxing as they took off. John placed a hand on her knee, smiling throughout the flight as she slept next to him. This was going to be an exhausting week, but he was ready to enjoy his time with Stella.

Getting the groggy Stella out of the plane proved to be a little more challenging. After some gentle prodding, she remembered where they were and quickly perked up, wide awake as they boarded the monorail to the main part of the airport. She stared at the shops themed to Disney and Universal Studios with delight as they continued through the main hub and headed towards the baggage claim. John pulled up the car rental reservation details and completed the virtual hotel check-in as they waited for the bag carousel to start up.

“I know I can't stop saying it but I am so excited,” Stella said, giggling nervously.

“I know, starlight,” John chuckled as the buzzer rang and bags started to appear. “You wait for our bags, I’m going to get our car reservation sorted.”

“Okay,” Stella sighed, watching for their suitcases. John pointed out where their rental car company’s desk was before he headed off to handle that last detail. Stella grinned to herself as she watched all the excited kids telling their parents everything they wanted to do at Disney World. Others nearby were talking about Universal and Islands of Adventure. Stella finally recognized their bags and pulled them off the conveyor belt. Once everything was secured, she followed the airport signs to their car rental company. She arrived at the desk just as John turned away, final reservation in hand.

“All done,” he declared. “Let’s go get our car.”

“Blindfold after?”

“Right,” John said.

“I can’t believe this. You’re doing this just to f*ck with me,” Stella pouted as John took his bag and led the way through to the parking lot.

“Not at all,” John chuckled. “Come on,” he urged. John arrived at the parking lot rental counter, secured the car keys, and led Stella to their temporary vehicle. He loaded all their luggage efficiently, and then John revealed a small black silk scarf. “I’ll tell you when to take it off.”

“Fine,” Stella huffed, sitting in the car and waiting for him to tie the scarf around her head. All this secrecy makes me wonder, Stella thought, biting her lower lip as she listened to John settle into the driver’s seat. They were finally really on their way.

As John drove, soft music played on the radio, belying the way his heart was beating wildly as he followed the directions to the resort. He’d silenced the GPS to keep the surprise as long as possible. Soon he could faintly see their destination’s classic entrance archways.

“Take it off,” John said softly, taking a deep breath and waiting for her reaction. He kept his eyes on the road but the gasp that escaped her lips was enough.

“We’re here?” she said in disbelief. “We’re doing this?”

“Yes,” John said with a smile, taking one of his hands off the wheel and placing it on her thigh as they drove through the arches. “Surprise.” He heard her sniffle as she softly cried.

“I can’t believe it,” she whimpered. “You really brought me to Disney World.”

“I did,” John reassured her, squeezing her thigh. “Rose told me she snuck a surprise into your suitcase.”

“Oh, God,” Stella groaned, sniffling. “She must’ve made me a pair of ears.”

“We’ll see when we get to the hotel.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I’d like to freshen up before we go anywhere.”

“We have park-hopper 5-day tickets, so we can go anywhere. Do you know what you want to do?”

“I do. Magic Kingdom. All day,” Stella said quickly, sniffling. “I want to see the fireworks.”

“We’ll head there,” John said, smiling as he continued to drive them through to the hotel. “I had to call in a few favors, but I got us a villa that views the lake.”

“That sounds amazing,” Stella said, wiping her eyes dry. “I can’t believe it, I’m here. You did all this for me. How long have you been planning this?”

“A few weeks,” John admitted, smiling as he followed the signs to the hotel.

“Thank you,” Stella said, paying attention to the signs. “Which resort are we going to?”

“You’ll see,” John said, seeing it slowly come into view.

“John, you didn’t!” Stella cried as she watched him pull into the main entrance of the Grand Floridian and identify himself to the guard. “This is expensive!”

“You’re worth every cent,” he said. “And more.”

“I’m shocked. I can’t wait to see the villa, and the park,” Stella said, admiring the scenery. John pulled into the correct lot, checking his phone to see if they’d gotten their room number.

“We’ve got our room, let’s unload the car,” he said. Stella nodded as she unbuckled her seatbelt and scrambled towards the trunk of the car. He chuckled as he got out of the vehicle and helped her unload their bags. “I believe,” he said, pulling out something from his carry-on duffel bag. “We’ll need these,” he added, holding up two bands.

“You got us matching bands?” she laughed, watching as John held out one toward her.

“I did. Easier than carrying tickets around,” John answered. “Hold out your wrist for me, sweetheart,” he requested. Stella did as he asked, blushing as John delicately fastened the band around her wrist, fingers trailing over her skin. “Good?”

“Yes, thank you. Now let me help you,” she said, taking the band and fastening it around his wrist. “All set.”

“Come, this way,” John said, leading Stella in the direction of their room. She followed him closely, taking in the stunning resort with a wide smile. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” Stella said with a smile. John, this is insane. I can’t believe we’re actually here. “We should have lunch at the park when we arrive. I’m a little hungry.”

“You choose,” John said. Stella downloaded the park app and started looking through the restaurant menus.

“We’re getting hotdogs near the castle,” Stella announced.

“That works,” he said, stopping before a door. He took a deep breath and then held his band out to the lock, which buzzed and lit up green. He opened the door and let Stella in first.

“Oh, my God!” Stella gasped. “This is amazing! Last time I was here it was a value resort with us six cramped in a single room together. Wow,” she continued, taking in the luxurious villa and stunning view of the lake and park. They arrived at the bedroom to see a welcome message on the television, and three towels arranged in the world-famous Mickey Mouse shape. “I’m going to freshen up,” Stella said, quickly opening her suitcase and squealing.

“I take it you found Rose’s surprise?” John chuckled.

“Yes!” Stella said, putting on the headband with two round ears. “It’s perfect!” John chuckled, recognizing the two chipmunks. “I wonder if they’re still doing meet and greets with their cowboy costumes,” she wondered aloud as she grabbed some clean clothes and her toiletries bag.

“We’ll see. I have the photo package included as well.”

“John, you do not have to get me a single thing for Christmas,” Stella said, quickly walking over to him. “I don’t need anything else,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. John buried his head into the crook of her neck and shoulder, placing a soft kiss there before shifting so he could kiss her fully on the lips.

“I’m still going to get you something, Stella.”

“Jesus,” she mumbled. “Shopping for you is going to be impossible,” she added. He chuckled, placing another soft kiss on her cheek.

“As long as you’re with me, I don’t need anything else,” he said, resting his forehead against hers.

“Still going to get you something,” Stella said.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Now go, I’m startin’ to get hungry.”

“Voy,” Stella said, grinning as she disappeared into the bathroom.

How the hell am I going to survive this trip without tellin’ her? John thought, sighing as he started to dig through his bag and unpack a few things. She’s making it damn near impossible to keep this to myself.

“I’m ready,” Stella said, smiling brilliantly as she stepped out of the restroom.

“Give me five minutes and then we’ll go,” John said, walking past her to the bathroom. Stella grinned, as she walked out of the bedroom and toured the villa some more, still in disbelief that this was where they were actually staying. The rest of the day was going to be unforgettable, and she was incredibly excited about the fireworks show at Cinderella’s Castle at the end of the night.

Stella and John took the hotel transportation to get to the park, and as they stood in line to enter, Stella was practically vibrating in excitement. Once they made it through the gates to the Main Street Railroad tracks, her jaw dropped in awe. The park was decorated to the nines, with fake snow, garlands, and wreaths adorning every building, and a beautiful tree just inside the main gates. She took John’s hand and deftly navigated their way through the crowd, unable to focus on a single thing. He admired her enthusiasm and dutifully followed, savoring her excitement.

“Wow, I’ve never seen the park decorated for Christmas,” Stella said as they made their way up Main Street.

“It’s my first time here, and it looks incredible.”

“I’d get you a ‘first time visit’ pin but I’ll spare you the embarrassment,” Stella teased. John chuckled, staring at the castle in the distance with awe. He was definitely starting to understand why she was so determined to reclaim this experience with good memories. Just walking down Main Street, U.S.A. felt like a different world, a magical place where anything could happen. “Food first. Then as it settles, we’re going to Haunted Mansion and the chipmunks, and we can walk through Tom Sawyer’s island before we go through to Thunder Mountain,” Stella said, leading the way. “What do you want?” Stella asked as she led him through Main Street and pulled out her phone.

“You know about mobile ordering?” John asked.

“Of course I do. I’ve been keeping up on park updates as I kept planning out my eventual trip.”

“When did you plan on coming here?”

“A year from now, with you,” Stella answered, showing John the quick-service restaurant menu. “I’m shocked you decided to surprise me with this so soon,” she admitted with a small smile.

“Of course, we both deserved a break from work with all the chaos,” he said, squeezing her hand. “I’ll have one of those,” he said, adding the food to the cart.

“Perfect,” Stella said, adding her meal and two drinks to the order. “Let’s go,” she continued, leading him through to the castle. “I want to go shopping before we leave.”

“Anything you want,” John said, watching as various couples and families posed for portraits on the way up to the castle. “Do you want a photo of us here?”

“I do, but food first. We’ve only had breakfast. We’re going to take so many photos anyway,” Stella answered.

“Fair, let’s eat,” John said, beaming at her.

After lunch, they checked off the first items on Stella’s list. They rode the Haunted Mansion, met some characters, and walked around Tom Sawyer’s island. From there Stella got her first roller coaster ride and they kept going through to more attractions. John listened to her tell the story about Pirates of the Caribbean, how they’d changed the ride’s narrative, and the way the fortress reminded her of home.

They cut through the back of the castle, where they’d originally ordered their lunch, going through some of the attractions there. John loved the way Stella’s lips remained in a permanent smile, eyes lit up in joy as they moved from ride to ride. They rode the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train coaster, and John enjoyed it. He could easily understand why Stella loved the adrenaline rush.

Stella was giddy as they made their way to Tomorrowland, excited as they were about to go on one ride she loved and the new rollercoaster she’d been eager to try since it opened recently. The queue for one of them was longer than the other, but they managed to ride Space Mountain twice.

“Ah,” Stella sighed, sitting down on the PeopleMover. John sat down with a grunt, taking up the spot next to her and draping his arm over her shoulders.

“Having fun?”

“The best,” Stella grinned. “This is going to take us around Tomorrowland and let us rest a few minutes.”

“You’re not as spent as I expected you to be,” John teased. “You don’t exactly jog or train, sweetheart.”

“Dancing helps,” Stella said, leaning into him. She was silently thankful for the running she was doing after work. Simon had been meeting her at Mario’s gym as soon as she got out of work since Sunday, save for Thanksgiving.

“Well, it’s wonderful to see the efforts of the extra training,” John remarked.

It’s a miracle I’ve been able to explain away all the aches and pains, Stella thought, glancing out of their vehicle and seeing the twilight sky. Beautiful oranges, purples, and pinks decorated the sky around them as the sun hung low in the Florida sky.

“What time are the fireworks?”

“Should be just before the park closes. Do you want to take a break and have dinner now?”

“Is there any ride you’d like to go on again?” John asked.

“Yeah, the Snow White coaster. I’d also love to go on the Peter Pan ride.”

“It was down on the way here, right?”

“Yes,” Stella said with a small smile. “And It’s a Small World because it’s a classic.”

“That song is going to be stuck in our heads for the rest of the night.”

“Maybe,” Stella giggled as the ride stopped. “I think the one during the fireworks show might be better.”

“Have you heard it?”

“Once or twice. Rosie really likes it. She says the show is much better than the song alone because of the story it tells.”

“We’ll see then,” John said as a voice announced that the ride was going to resume moving. A few seconds later, their car resumed its course as they enjoyed their break and the tour of Tomorrowland.

Once they disembarked the PeopleMover, they continued through to a couple other rides that Stella wanted to tackle before having a quick dinner. By then, the park was illuminated in a beautiful, warm glow. John kept one of his hands at the small of her back at all times as they moved through the crowd to find the perfect spot for the fireworks show.

“I see a projection on the castle,” John remarked as he noticed how the whole structure was lit up.

“That’s what Rosie told me. I would’ve picked one of the sides but she said that for the first time, it was better to be in the middle,” Stella said as a voice announced that the show would begin shortly.

“Excited?”

“Yes,” Stella grinned, her excitement sending her heart racing. She’d been dreaming of this moment for years and it was finally happening. John stood next to her, lacing his fingers with hers as the crowd slowly hushed, seconds ticking by quickly as the final announcement came through to say the show was beginning. The lights all dimmed and the crowd burst into a loud cheer as the music swelled for the start of the show. Immediately, Stella’s eyes began to water, wrapped up in her emotions.

And they all lived happily ever after. Each of us has a dream, a heart’s desire. It calls to us. And when we’re brave enough to listen, and bold enough to pursue, that dream will lead us on a journey to discover who we’re meant to be. All we have to do is look inside our hearts and unlock the magic within.

Stella’s breath caught as the song began, the light show and castle projections leaving her in awe. A shaky breath escaped her lips as the first fireworks exploded and the violin and bells rang out in answer. She giggled as they burst into the sky, her inner child bouncing elatedly. The castle started changing appearance as a medley of classic Disney scenes and songs played across the expansive structure in time with the sparkling explosions in the sky.

“Wow,” she breathed, more tears building in her eyes as the show continued.

“Bloody hell,” John said as he saw the arrow shot by Merida lead off into another firework. He glanced down at Stella to see her carefully mouthing along to some of the lyrics, tears now freely spilling down her cheeks. The smile on her face was radiant, especially as the song changed to a lively number he recognized before it progressed to another medley.

“Oh!” Stella cried. “Hakuna Matata!” she squealed. John chuckled before glancing back at the castle. “God, I love Aladdin,” she mumbled as the music slowed down once more. “The lanterns,” she whispered.

“I never would’ve expected a fireworks show to have such an intense story,” John remarked as the atmosphere changed to intense reds and greens with dramatic music swelling with danger as villains fought heroes on the castle before everything lit up blue once more.

“Hercules,” Stella whispered as she recognized the next song.

I have often dreamed
Of a far-off place
Where a hero’s welcome would be waiting for me

Stella thought of John, and wondered if he’d ever received a hero’s welcome. She gazed up at him. He was transfixed on the dimmed castle. The spectacle continued around them as she carefully studied him, smiling at how immersed he was in the show. As she continued to watch him, the fireworks lit up the sky, the crowd sang along around her, and it all drowned out as she thought about the man next to her. In a flash it all hit her. How he’d put himself on the line time and again on a black-ops team whose feats wouldn’t ever be known to the world. He’d saved so many people who would never know how he fought to keep the evil scared of the dark. And he’d come out of it all an amazing, kind, caring person.

I will face the world,
Fearless, proud, and strong.

If that isn’t John, and all that he’s wanted for me, Stella thought, beaming as the chorus and music continued to swell. He’s amazing. I’m so happy to be here, but I’m even happier that he’s the one enjoying this with me. He looked beautiful, his expression full of rapt wonder as the colors of the fireworks reflected on his features. Everything about this moment is perfect, she thought.

And so our journey comes to an end, but yours continues on. Grab hold of your dreams, and make them come true. For you are the key to unlocking your own magic. Now go, let your dreams guide you. Reach out and find your Happily. Ever. After.

John intertwined their fingers again as Stella felt those words sink in and a feeling flashed through her like lightning.

Oh, f*ck.

“Starlight?”

“Yeah?” she asked softly.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she smiled as the crowd cheered. “It’s Tinkerbell!” Stella cried as she saw a tiny green speck fly out of the castle. John looked up to where she was pointing and smiled as the fairy floated by, casting a beautiful light onto the crowd below. The grand finale exploded overhead in the clear horizon, but Stella could only look at John.

I love you.

Chapter 38: Serendipity, Part 1

Chapter Text

“That was an incredible show,” John said as the crowd started to disperse.

“Yeah,” Stella smiled, still reeling from her revelation.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” John asked, concerned. “You haven’t said much other than ‘yeah’,” he continued. “For the last few moments.”

“I-I’m fine,” Stella stammered.

“Stella,” he started, raising an eyebrow.

“I am!” she persisted. “It’s just a very emotional show.”

“I agree,” John relented, squeezing her hand. “Would you like to stay a while longer?”

“If you don’t mind? I wanted a night time ride on the light cycle coaster. It’s gotta be amazing,” Stella requested. John smiled, eager to please. “After that, I’m all yours, sir,” she added with a grin. John’s gaze darkened at her words, and he pulled her flush to him.

“You mean that?”

“Yes,” Stella said, her cheeks flushed. “I do,” she affirmed. John growled lowly, leaning in closer until she could feel his breath against her ear.

“We can come back for the coaster later, sweetheart. I’d rather not wait,” he whispered.

“Okay,” Stella breathed as he pulled back. “We can come back another night.”

“Good,” John said, gently guiding her toward the park exit. Stella smiled as they continued forth, anticipation fluttering in her chest as they boarded the monorail. The journey was quiet on the dark ride back. John couldn’t keep his hand away from hers, lacing their fingers together and lightly stroking her hand with his thumb. Stella rested her head against his shoulder, knowing she was just as excited to get back to their villa as he was.

“Thank you,” Stella said softly as they exited the monorail and made their way through the resort.

“You’re welcome, my starlight,” John said, releasing her hand and draping his arm around her to pull her closer. “I can’t wait to experience the rest of this week with you,”

“Me too,” Stella beamed as they got closer to their villa. John unlocked the door, letting her in first. He turned and carefully locked the door behind them, and when he turned back to the room, he was surprised to not find Stella there.

“Stella?” he called out.

“Here,” Stella answered, peeking out from the bedroom partly undressed.

“Someone’s eager,” John teased, taking off his shoes and following after her.

“I did say I was all yours.”

“I love undressing you,” he started as they arrived at the room. “I’m always blown away by your beauty,” John continued. Stella stopped what she was doing, looking over her shoulder at him. “Come here,” he requested softly. She closed the distance between them, glancing up at him expectantly. “You were radiant today, enjoying yourself.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes,” John said, reaching over and lightly brushing her lips with his thumb. “I very much did,” he continued, leaning in. Stella smiled as he kissed her, curling her arms around his neck. John wrapped an arm around her while carefully grasping her neck in his other hand, ravishing her lips with gentle attention. A content sigh escaped her between kisses, prompting John to tighten his hold. Tonight was about her, showering her with the love she deserved and much more.

“John,” Stella whispered as he pulled away from her lips and placed a soft kiss on her temple.

“Yes?”

“Thank you,” she said softly. John smiled earnestly, meeting her gaze.

“Thank you,” he replied, noting that slightly reserved way she was looking up at him - she was keeping something back. There was a wealth of emotion brimming beneath those beautiful brown eyes, and he felt deep in his heart what it could be.

“I know why I’m thanking you, but why are you saying it to me?” she asked softly.

“To start with, for giving me the opportunity to take care of you,” he started, carefully lifting her off the ground. “Intimately, and every other way imaginable,” John continued, carefully setting Stella on the plush king-sized bed. She unfurled her arms from his neck, waiting for him to continue. “For allowing me into your innermost thoughts and dreams, for trusting me with your vulnerabilities and everything you hide from the world,” he added, watching how her cheeks flushed. “f*ckin’ hell, I love that,” he growled, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Love what?”

“You,” John answered. He kept his eyes on her, watching how the words washed over her. She seemed to glow from within as she leaped off the bed and threw herself into his arms. John braced himself for it, standing firm while her full weight crashed onto him. He laughed in happy relief, dizzy now that the weight was lifted. He wrapped her in his arms tightly as she seized him in a passionate kiss.

“I love you, too,” Stella breathed as she pulled away, resting her forehead against his.

“Oh, starlight,” John groaned. “I don’t think we’re going anywhere tomorrow.”

“That’s fine by me. That’s what room service is for.”

“I love the way you think,” he mumbled, smiling at her giggle. “I’m going to set you down, grab a towel from the bathroom, please.”

“Oh, f*ck,” Stella said, her cheeks flushing at the implication as John carefully lowered her to the ground. He grabbed her ass firmly as he leaned down to her ear.

“Not yet, my reina, but that’s the plan,” he teased. “Now go,” he added, lightly spanking her. She yelped, burying her face in his chest. “Don’t be nervous.”

“I’m not,” Stella mumbled into his bare chest. “I’m really f*cking happy right now.”

“As am I,” John said, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I’ll be right back,” Stella said, placing a soft kiss on one of his pecs. “I’d bite you now, but I don’t think we want to make a mess on this nice bed.”

“Smart girl,” John remarked. She smiled as she moved away from him and headed to the luxurious bathroom to grab a bath towel. It didn’t take long for her to return back to the bedroom, where John lay completely naked on the bed.

“Puta madre,” Stella breathed.

“What?”

“You are so gorgeous,” Stella answered. John chuckled, beckoning her over with a finger.

“I pale in comparison to you, sweetheart,” he said huskily.

“Jesus Christ, John,” she laughed, a snort escaping her as she approached the bed.

“I love all the noises you make, but that and your wheezing laugh are some of my favorites,” he teased, inching closer to her. John carefully took the towel from her hands, laying it out on the bed. “Now come here and let me show you how much I love you,” he growled, tugging her toward him.

“Hey!” she cried, falling over onto the bed clumsily. John laughed, releasing her wrist and letting the klutzy brunette gather herself. Stella finally settled herself on the duvet, flushed and excitedly anticipating what was going to come next.

“Lay down, and keep your eyes on me as much as you can. I love seeing you enjoying yourself,” John instructed.

“Okay,” Stella breathed as she did as told. He carefully started unbuttoning her plaid shirt. First, he exposed her pudge, lightly biting down on it. Stella whimpered as he undid another button, placing a soft kiss on her stomach before undoing another. John slowly kissed his way upward, revealing her comfortable lace bralette once he undid the last button. The shirt pooled at her sides, framing her curves wonderfully. He captured her lips in another kiss, groaning as Stella threaded a hand into his hair while dragging the nails of her other hand across his back.

“I love it when you do that,” he breathed into her lips. John pulled back slightly, lightly grazing her cheek with his fingers as their gazes met. Stella leaned into his hand, a content smile blossoming on her features. “Have I ever told you how much I adore that smile of yours?”

“No, but you can start telling me more often,” she answered, her grin widening as she spoke. John smiled, placing a soft peck on her lips before slowly making his way down to her neck with more gentle attention

“Your smile is alluring,” he murmured into her skin. “With your freckles, it’s sublime,” John continued, as he took her right hand and laced her fingers with his. “I love that little giggle of yours when you’re happy,” he continued, receiving that precise sound in response as he placed soft kisses on her pulse point.

“You said you love to undress me earlier,” Stella offered.

“I do,” John said, squeezing her hand as he reached one of her breasts. “I love that you trust me to undress you no matter what you're wearing,” he continued, placing a soft kiss on it before moving to the other. “To have that trust is such an honor,” he said, pressing his lips against the lace fabric.

“You’ve made a believer out of me, jerkface,” Stella whispered, smiling as their eyes met once more. John chuckled breathlessly, recalling the last time she called him exactly that.

“It was a team effort, love,” he said, placing soft kisses on her stomach. “I love how much you’ve embraced yourself around me,” John added, reaching her pudge once more. “I love that you don’t hide this from me anymore.” He went back to his earlier mark and kissed it before moving down to the hem of her lacy underwear. “I love your strength,” he said, pressing his lips against her left hip. “Your tenacity.” Another peck, this time on her right hip. “Your spirit,” he whispered, seeing her eyes focused on him. “I can keep going.”

“Please do,” Stella grinned. He chuckled, hooking his fingers onto the elastic and carefully removing her underwear. As he slid the lace down her legs, John peppered her thighs with more kisses. Delicious moans and giggles escaped her as she reveled in the affection with which he was lavishing her.

“Starlight, I love how attentive you are,” he continued, casting her underwear aside. “You pay attention to the details, little things that not many people would find important. You do ,” John said, placing a soft kiss on one of her ankles. “How long have you known how I take my tea?” he asked.

“Two months after I started working with Kate,” Stella answered.

“Sweet girl,” John growled, slowly kissing his way up her legs. “Givin’ me an honest answer,” he continued, nibbling on her thigh. A soft whimper escaped her lips, her near-black eyes focused on him as he continued his journey toward the apex of her thighs. He then paused, a thought occurring to him. “You’ve been makin’ my tea long before I asked you to,” he mumbled, locking eyes with her.

“Yes,” Stella breathed.

“Oh, you,” he murmured onto her thigh. “Have been a very good girl.”

“Yes, papi,” she agreed. John beamed, licking along her slit and moaning at her taste.

“f*ckin’ hell,” he groaned. “I love the taste of you,” John said, dipping back between her slick folds and lapping up her arousal with delicate attention. Stella sighed blissfully as she became lost in the feeling of his tongue on her.

“f*ck,” Stella mewled, arching her back as John darted his tongue inside of her. She weaved her fingers into his hair, eyes fluttering shut as she felt herself being taken to bliss. There was no teasing tonight, as he expertly built her up with loving attention.

John loved to serve her. While the brunette’s stellar mind was complicated, her body had been easier to learn. She was expressive, enthusiastically so. He’d committed to memory everywhere he could tease and heighten her pleasure. Each strained moan, whimper, and sigh drove him wild. They were sweet music to his ears, better than any symphony as he made love to her with his fingers and tongue.

“You always taste so good, my love,” he groaned into her cl*t. “I could stay here all night,” he mumbled into her center, kissing and sucking at her sensitive cl*t.

“I’m inclined to let you,” Stella mumbled. “Ah,” she whimpered. “f*ck!” she gasped, seeing stars as she finally came. John devoured that blissful release and brought her up again for another, her slick dripping all over his face. “S-stop,” Stella stammered.

“Everything alright?” John asked, swiftly removing himself from her folds and focusing on her.

“Y-yes,” Stella breathed. In a few silent beats, she finally collected herself, smiling at her concerned lover. “I’m great. Lay back for me, mi amor,” she requested. John seemed surprised at her request and slowly shifted, placing a soft kiss on her thigh, before planting another on her pudge. A content sound escaped her lips, her brown eyes steady as she watched him. “Prop yourself up with the pillows.”

“What are you thinkin’?”

“You’ll see,” Stella smiled, taking the hair tie she’d used earlier in the park off her wrist and tying her hair up in a messy bun. John frowned. He loved her hair, especially when they were intimate together, it framed her beautifully.

“Starlight?”

“Just one second,” she said, biting her lower lip and shifting her way around so she was settled between his legs.

“You don’t have to do that,” he quickly said, realizing what was about to happen.

“I know,” she said softly. “You already take care of me so well, John. I want to return the favor.”

“You can stop at any time,” he said, feeling his heart racing even more. “I will not be bothered if you back out.”

“I know,” Stella said, carefully wrapping her fingers around his hardened length. “Trust me, I’m well aware.” She licked her lips, nervously lowering her mouth down to his strained co*ck, and running her tongue over the tip, keeping her eyes on John. He hissed at the feel of her lapping up the precum gathered at his tip. A coy smile graced her lips before she parted them, swirling her tongue over the head.

“B-bloody hell, Stella,” John stammered, breathing heavily. Her gaze darkened as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his co*ck before slowly taking him in. A low moan escaped him as he watched her explore his length with her mouth. “You feel so good,” he groaned, watching her in awe as she quickly learned where to better please him. John carefully reached out and cupped her cheek, stroking her with his thumb as she continued to suck him, conveying love with her every move.

Stella had found that one of her favorite things in their time as a couple was watching John try and hold it together when he was inside of her. But she realized now the view from between his legs was spectacular. Her powerful captain whimpered and struggled to keep himself under control as she pleasured him. She was bent on returning all of the careful love and attention he’d been devoting her whole body over their time together. Her name became his prayer, a mirror of all the times she’d offered the same supplication to him. John groaned as he felt himself closer to the brink of release, eager to give his beloved everything she wanted.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stop,” he breathed, whimpering once more. Stella defiantly refused his request, using her other hand to cradle his balls and deftly urging him to finally come undone. “Please,” he panted.

“Let go,” Stella growled after releasing his co*ck with a wet pop. “We have all night,” she smirked, echoing the words he said on their first night together.

“And I thought I was the menace,” he chuckled darkly. Stella giggled and quickly took him in her mouth once more, building him back up to his release. “My beautiful girl,” he growled, panting as he closed his eyes and lost himself fully in the moment. John came with a long, drawn-out groan, shaking as he felt Stella’s sweet mouth suck every drop before she released him. It took him a moment to come back, lost in love and affection. A familiar weight settled onto his thighs before a pair of hands carefully cupped his face.

“You okay there?” he heard Stella’s voice tease him a little.

“Yes,” John breathed, opening his eyes and meeting hers. “You did so well, sweet girl.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed that,” she smiled.

“You know I did, you tease,” he mumbled, making her giggle as she wrapped her arms around his neck, twirling some of the strands at the nape of his neck. A soft content grunt escaped him before speaking. “I was not quite done with you.”

“Me either,” Stella panted, taking his mouth in a sweet kiss. John palmed her back, pulling her flush against him while using his other hand to remove the elastic tie. Her long hair cascaded down her back, tickling his fingers as he laced them through the stunning brown waves to hold her as he returned each loving kiss with one of his own. “I love you,” she breathed, giving him one more searing kiss before peppering his unshaved scruff with gentle caresses from her lips.

“I love you too,” he said, unfurling his fingers from her hair and grasping her by the jaw. John turned her to face him, his thumb lightly parting her lips. He lightly caressed her lower lip, admiring the unrestrained lust and love in her eyes. The world melted away, nothing else mattered except her. Her pleasure, and her desires. “Sweetheart, I need more of you.”

“I need you too,” Stella whispered. “Kiss me?”

“Gladly,” John answered, bringing her mouth to his own. He loved so much about her, far beyond everything he’d listed earlier in the evening. The feel of her soft lips against his, the way her curvacious form found the perfect way to fit flush against him. Stella was his world, and he would make sure she knew it every day.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt John’s fingers brush between her thighs, quickly finding their target. John smirked into their kiss, lightly applying pressure to her cl*t before gently tugging at her lower lip with his teeth and briskly inserting two fingers inside of her.

“I love that sound. But my favorite,” he growled, feeling himself hardening more at the thought of what he was about to say. “Is the content sigh you make when I’m fully inside of you. It gets me,” John mumbled onto her lips. “Every. Single. Time,” he said, marking each word with a curl of his fingers inside of her.

“John,” Stella whimpered, coming apart as she rode his hand to a much-needed release.

“That’s it,” he growled, marveling at the sight of her. “Stroke me, reina. I have to be inside of you,” he requested. A hiss escaped his lips as he felt her grasp his semi-hard dick in her nimble fingers, groaning as Stella artfully brought him to full stiffness. “Good girl,” he mumbled onto her lips.

“I love it when you call me that,” Stella moaned.

“Put me inside, now,” John nearly snarled, removing his hands from her. Stella shifted, desperately positioning herself over his throbbing erection and slowly lowering herself onto him. “You look so beautiful when you do that,” he praised her, groaning as he felt her warmth consume every inch given. That delectable sound escaped her lips once she was fully seated, a content sigh at the feeling of being full.

“Ay, f*ck,” Stella panted. “Mi capitán,” she moaned, resting her forehead against his.

“My starlight,” he said, gripping her waist with one hand while weaving his fingers into her hair with the other. With a breathtaking smile, she slowly started to grind against him. John watched her, enraptured by the sight of the uninhibited Stella on top of him. Her head was thrown back, her chest rising and falling with each needy breath that matched his own.

“You fill me up so good,” Stella whimpered, burying her face into his neck. A heavy grunt escaped him at the sound of her voice, a primal need surging from him as he circled his arm around her waist while grinding against her cl*t. The pitch of her moans and panting breaths spiked as he felt her tighten around him. “ John,” she cried softly as she came.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” A soft grunt escaped her lips as she used the headboard to move them, allowing her to latch onto his back. The normally selfless brunette dug her nails in, greedily staking her claim on the former captain. “Do it again,” John growled.

“Gladly,” Stella purred, hungrily crashing her lips against his. With her added leverage, she was able to drag her nails across his back, marking him further.

“Yes,” John grunted. “Yes.” He was drunk in love, lust, and everything in between. He thought their day had been perfect already but it paled in comparison to now. This was perfect. Giving himself away completely, casting off the edge of safety, and falling was something he’d never thought would happen. This was why he’d thrown those walls up to protect himself. The other side was frightening, out of reach, a possibility for everyone else but him. But Stella had come crashing through in all of her brilliant kindness and shown him he was wrong.

“I love you,” Stella breathed against his lips. This was real, she was real. And had taken the leap with him.

“And I you,” John panted. Her entire body started tightening once more, the familiar sign that she was about to org*sm bringing him closer to his own release. Bliss washed over them as they came together, their name on each other’s lips as John’s co*ck filled her for the second time that night. He cupped her face, slowly catching his breath as he felt her continue to squeeze him as smaller aftershocks hit her. “So beautiful, sweetheart. You did so well,” he praised her, smiling as a breathy giggle escaped her lips.

“That was amazing,” she panted.

“You were amazing.”

“No, you,” she chuckled. John followed up with his own, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“I’ll stop you there or we’ll be at that all night,” he said, loving the laugh that escaped her lips.

“Fair,” she beamed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.”

“Exciting day for you,” John teased.

“And who’s fault is that?” Stella joked.

“Guilty,” John grinned, admiring the glow on her features. “I’ll carry you to the bathroom and we’ll take a nice bath together before bed, alright?”

“Yes, papi,” Stella said, groaning as she carefully removed herself from his lap. John smiled as she lay down, another content sigh escaping her lips.

“Satisfied?”

“For now. We’ll see in the morning.”

“My greedy horny little monster.”

“That was a mouthful.”

“But all true,” John chuckled as he carefully climbed off the king-sized bed. That delightful giggle escaped her once more, sending another flutter to his heart. “I’ll be right back, my love. Getting our bath ready.”

“I brought a bath bomb in my checked bag,” Stella said, pointing to her laid-out suitcase nearby.

“I believe I see it,” John said as he walked over. He knelt down and grabbed it, taking a small sniff. “Smells divine, I’ll drop it in for us.”

“Thank you,” Stella grinned.

“I’ll prepare the bath, you stay awake,” John warned.

“I will.”

John didn’t take long, making sure the water was warm enough for her. When he came back to the bedroom, Stella was still in the same place she’d laid down, eyes focused on the television.

“How did you manage to get the remote?” John teased her.

“Very, very carefully,” Stella replied.

“Bath is ready.”

“Sounds like heaven. I need to use the bathroom first,” Stella said softly.

“I’ll take you,” John said, carefully picking her up in his arms and carrying her to the adjoined restroom. He set her down gently on the toilet as he went back to the room to grab their sleeping clothes. When he stepped back into the bathroom, Stella was already settled into the warm water. “Make room for me,” he teased. She moved forward, letting him climb into the tub behind her.

“Since we have a kitchen,” Stella started, leaning onto his chest. “We should consider leaving the room tomorrow and go grocery shopping. “

“As much as I’d like to keep you wrapped up in my arms tomorrow, my love,” John started, placing a soft kiss to the crook of her neck and shoulder. “I agree. That would be a smart idea. Anywhere else you’d like to go?” he asked as he settled back into the tub.

“Maybe Disney Springs? They have a Lego store,” Stella offered.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” John smiled and placed a hand on her thigh.

“There’s also this chocolate place from my favorite chocolatier. I’ve heard they have coffees, shakes, and even bags of different flavors to try,” she continued excitedly. John chuckled, loving her enthusiasm.

“Sounds wonderful,” he said, lowering his hand a little. Stella’s breath hitched and he chuckled, burying his face into her neck. “One more? For me?”

“A right menace,” Stella chuckled, taking in a sharp breath as his hand trailed down further. She closed her eyes, a pleading whimper escaping her. “Yes.”

“Thank you,” John murmured, pressing his cheek onto her neck so he could whisper in her ear. “My good girl deserves it for all she’s done for me when I wasn’t aware,” he growled, cupping her left breast and giving it a tight squeeze. Warm desire pooled into her center as his fingers found her swollen cl*t.

“Please, papi,” Stella gasped, whimpering as John dipped two fingers inside of her and continued to bring her higher.

“You never need to beg with me,” he said, a content sigh escaping him as Stella came again with a soft cry. “I’ll always take care of you, reina.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Stella said as she slowly caught her breath.

“Let’s wash you up and get ourselves to bed, alright?”

“Yeah. I need sleep. We have long, relaxing days ahead of us.”

“Well deserved, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah,” Stella chuckled, shifting to peck his cheek. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, my love,” John said as he took the bar of soap that Stella was offering. “Anything else you’re looking forward to?” he asked, using his hands to wash her back.

“Yes. Can we drive down to Busch Gardens so I can knock out another park from my list? I’ve never been but I’ve heard insane things about Cheetah Hunt and SheiKra.”

“Let’s do it.”

“f*ck yes!”

Chapter 39: Dove

Chapter Text

Simon sighed, resigned, as he sat down in the plush chair across from Sullivan’s that Friday morning. He was looking forward to meeting up with Stella the next morning for their next trip to the Pit. She’d been the one to check in with him to see if they were still going to work on more self-defense techniques. Even while she was on vacation with Price, she still thought of him and he’d be lying if that didn’t feel like something warm and pleasant between his ribs. Every day, she’d texted him photos of their adventures across the Disney parks, and she’d followed up with photos of the trip over to Busch Gardens. He chuckled, recalling her enthusiastic promise to take him there one day because he would love the coasters as much as she did.

“Simon,” Sullivan’s voice rose, bringing him back to focus. “Good to see you.”

“Likewise,” he greeted Sullivan. The man was a former soldier. After his discharge, he returned to college to study to be a therapist with the goal of offering his services to veterans who needed them. Sometimes he would provide services at no charge to patients until they were ready to move on to someone else.

“How have you been feeling?”

“Well,” Simon answered, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. “One moment,” he excused himself, pulling out his device.

🕊️: Oh, you’re going to LOVE what I got you!
And there’s also the box of chocolates.
BUT THE THING!
Also, have a good therapy session! 🫂

Simon grinned, switching his phone to ‘do not disturb’ and placing it on the table between him and the doctor.

“Stella?” Sullivan asked.

“Yes. That obvious?”

“You do have a particular smile whenever you get a text from her,” Sullivan answered, smiling kindly. “She’s on vacation? I believe you mentioned that last time.”

“Yes,” Simon answered.

“What’d she say?”

“She got me something and a box of chocolates. She also sent me well wishes for today. Even on vacation, she still remembers my appointments,” Simon chuckled. Sullivan calmly added that to his notes, silently hoping that this session would focus on Stella. He still remembered one particularly emotional appointment years ago, when he’d helped Simon sort out his feelings for her. To this day, the doctor found it incredible that nothing between the two had come to fruition - other than the mutual agreement to put their feelings on hold.

“Of course she does, she values you,” Sullivan offered.

“She does,” Simon agreed, resting his nose on his knuckles for a moment as he tried to find a way to voice his next thoughts. “I’m happy for her. She’s done a lot of work on herself.”

“You have, too. Don’t forget that.”

“I know,” Simon said with a melancholic smile. “I’d like to focus on Stella today. I have a lot on my mind lately, especially after ending things with Rose.”

“How is she?”

“Doing well. She moved in with a cosplayer friend of hers, and some of my former teammates have expressed an interest in her.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” Simon answered. “Alejandro and Rodolfo have been together for years. They were just recently talking about havin’ kids.”

“Is the interest in Rose as a surrogate?”

“No,” Simon said quickly. “They’re both quite taken with her. They’ve asked her out on a date. I’m happy for her. She deserves it. Alejandro and Rodolfo are good men, they’ll take care of her well.”

“Do you have any regrets about being with her?”

“No. While what we had was brief, it still mattered.”

“Good,” Sullivan said with a satisfied smile. “Now, you said you wanted to focus on Stella. Where do you want to start?” he asked. Simon bit his lip, thinking back a few years.

The same night Simon apologized and gave her his name

A noise on the edge of his dreams woke Simon up. He’d been sound asleep on Stella’s couch after they’d had a quiet night in with a movie and Chinese takeout. When she told him months ago that he was safe in this apartment, he had completely underestimated the feeling. The sofa was comfortable, and he found himself dozing off easily. Simon turned, staring up at the ceiling as he waited to see if he’d hear it again.

A sob echoed through the quiet space between the bedroom and the living room a few moments later. Simon sat up, tossing the blanket aside and silently moving towards Stella’s room. He reached the closed door and tested the knob, relieved that it gave. Quietly, he opened the way into Stella’s room, noticing the brunette shaking visibly, weeping onto her plush dragon.

“Star?” he called out softly.

“Did I wake you?” she whimpered, her back toward him. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.

“Don’t apologize for that, luv,” Simon said, stepping into her room and closing the door. “You’re grieving. What happened?”

“I had a nightmare,” Stella answered with a sniffle. Simon walked around the bed, finally finding her face under the mess of hair. He carefully tucked some of the wayward strands behind her ear, and he braced as he took in her tear-stricken face. “Everyone was upset at me because I couldn’t fly over for the funeral and blamed me instead of my unreasonable boss,” she sobbed.

“Is that the truth?”

“No,” she answered weakly. “My dad’s angry, but he’s always been an ass. My aunts have been more understanding.”

“That’s what matters,” Simon reassured her. “Dove, is there anything I can do for you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Think. What do you want?”

“Comfort,” Stella answered after taking some time to think about it. “And sleep,” she sniffled. “And a towel maybe to clean up my face,” she added, sounding calmer.

“I’ll go get that,” Simon said, slowly getting up from his spot on the ground and heading to the bathroom. He grabbed the towel that Stella used for her face, wet a corner under the sink, and walked back to the room. She was sitting up on the bed, hugging her knees. “Here,” he offered, holding out the cloth towards her.

“Thanks,” Stella sniffled, slowly wiping off her salty cheeks and dabbing her eyes dry. She set the towel carefully on the bedside table. “You can go back to the couch now.”

“If you don’t mind, luv,” Simon said. “You said you wanted comfort.”

“I don’t want to put that on you. Today’s hug was enough.”

“No it wasn’t,” Simon said, seeing right through her lie. Stella groaned, finally giving in and asking.

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

“Yes,” Simon answered. Stella lifted up the sheets, giving him space to crawl in with her. He carefully slid under the covers, settling closer to her.

“C-can you put an arm around me?” she asked weakly.

“Yes, lie down.”

“Thank you,” Stella whispered, laying back down and facing him. Simon carefully draped his arm around her waist, letting her move closer toward him. She tucked her head under his chin, while her hands clutched a smaller plush toy that fit between them. A beat passed as he felt her breathing start to level out and her heart rate become steadier. “He taught himself how to use the computer he bought from my tio abuelo,” she said suddenly, giggling. The sound was comforting to him, though he knew this was just momentary.

“Really?” Simon asked.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “I’d have to help him manage his passwords, but he learned to do a lot of things on his own. Got himself addicted to solitaire,” Stella continued, laughing once more. “Especially after he learned all the variations that existed digitally.”

“Did he have a favorite?”

“Spider solitaire,” Stella answered. “He’d spend at least two hours before dinner playing on the computer when my sisters and I would go visit. Buelo was a pro. Solving expert decks and everything. I think that’s where I got my logistic side because it sure didn’t come from Dad,” she giggled softly. Simon felt her slowly relaxing under his arm. He noticed it in her voice too - she spoke softer as she continued to ramble on about her grandfather. After she told one story about his cheating during game nights with the family, Stella yawned and sighed. “I’m glad I saw him one more time for his birthday last April,” she said, sounding groggy.

“I’m sure he was very happy to see you, luv. Now he gets to watch over you every day,” Simon said.

“Mmhmm,” Stella mumbled, falling quiet.

“Star?” he whispered after a few beats of silence. Simon relaxed, closing his eyes and carefully bringing Stella a little closer to reduce the gap between them more. “Sweet dreams, dove,” he said softly, falling asleep right after her.

“I miss that,” Simon said. “Sharing a bed with Rose was nice, but it didn’t feel the same.”

“Did you and Stella ever talk about it?”