|Saint Michael the Archangel | Dt. Michael Angel (the_sacred_fire) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2011-12-06 15:04:00
|Entry tags:||saint anthony, veronica reppyi|
Who: Veronica and Anthony
What: Well hello Saint boyfriend
Where: Anthony's office
Warning: Kisses, TBD
Note: Reposted as a favour, originally posted by Veronica and Anthony
Poseidon's comments were setting her off, like they tended to do, and she did miss Anthony. She still needed to get used to the fact of how busy he got, and the whole Saint thing. So she'd asked her sister to look after her son before going off to his office. She just needed to take charge a little, that was all. She walked inside and went to where she knew Anthony was and smiled to him before walking closer. She leaned down and set her hands on his chin, setting a soft kiss on his lips before drawing back.
"Hi there, remember me?" It wasn't the most normal way of saying hello, but she figured it was a good one and would distract him for a little bit. "You work too much. Take a break. The world wil lsurvive for those five minutes you know."
With Christmas coming up, Anthony had noticed a lightening of his work load. He didn't know why, but people seemed to call him less around holidays. He guessed it was because they thought they couldn't pay him or something, but it was balanced by a slight spike in calls from the police to come help. So either way, things never really changed.
He was working on finishing up his only open case at the moment when he heard the door open then close. Not sensing any evil presence, he finished the sentence he was typing. He was about to get up to greet his visitor when Veronica breezed through the door, kissing him before he could even react.
Well. That was new. And not at all unwelcome. "I think so," he said, when she pulled back. "You're that woman I like so much."
He blew out a breath, pushing his chair back. "Actually, that sounds fabulous. This one's almost done anyway, and I don't have anything else on my plate at the moment."
"You think so? Maybe I should do that again?" Grinning she kissed him again before releasing him and looking for a seat. She paused before smiling and just sitting down on his lap. He could deal.
"Good, I told you I'd come make you breathe if it was necessary. I have to remind myself I like this thing you have with saving the world." She set her arm around his shoulder, "also I have nefarious plots. I want you to come to Bernie's birthday party. Poseidon may show up and I do not have the patience to be nice to him. And I do appreciate your company but it'll also be nice to have someone who can punch his smug smile off if it's needed."
"Now you know I'll never say no to that," he said, smiling into her second kiss, then shifting a little so they could both sit more comfortably. He didn't mind playing a chair.
"I know, I know. And your timing, as always, is impeccable," he replied, smiling. "But I think saving the world can take a break for a moment, since you have nefarious plots and it's Bernie's birthday, and I do not like Poseidon, mostly because he's an ass to you. That reminds me, I need to go buy a gift for Bernie."
She was quite happy with where she was. She was just glad he didn't seem to mind. She was still, in some ways, testing his comfort levels. "I know I'm amazing that way."
She grinned, "I'd say you're a Saint but you are so it's a little strange to say it." She smiled to the offer. It was sweet, "Well I'm obliged to say you don't have to but I appreciate it. Bernie will love it and I'll feel less of a bad feeling if I know Poseidon can be dealt with."
He laughed, brushing some of her hair back from her face. "You certainly are that."
"Yeah, I said that to Francis once and he looked at me really weird. 'I know' was all over his face, but he was too nice to say anything." He squeezed her hand. "I know, but I want to be there. I need some normal, fun things in my life right now. Playing crowd control is just a side gig, and he doesn't scare me."
She beamed at him and kissed him again. Because he was complimenting her and anyone would like that. "Good to know."
"Francis?" She wanted to know, and yet didn't. She imagined it would get complicated. Smiling she set her hand in his, "he scares me so I'll be happy to have you there. I'll be happy to have you there no matter what though."