RP: Homecoming Who: Holly & Alexander What: Holly comes home from yet another trip. When: 7/26; late night Where: Holly's penthouse, The Quatre Warnings: N/A Completion Status: Complete.
Holly opened the door to her penthouse quietly. It was late. Later than she had planned on getting home. She toed out of her heels right inside the door and set her bag down next to them. She had meant to be home by dinner, but her last meeting ran late. They'd had cold sandwiches at her father's Paris office as they continued to go over her new responsibilities with the Corporation. It was tedious, hard work, and she missed her little desk in the engineering lab in London, but she knew it was good work and that she'd be able to do so much from her new position and she wanted to make her parents proud, too. That was, honestly, her driving force in all this. She and her dad and three of the company lawyers had been meeting in Paris and London nearly all day every day for months now. Her mother was a calming force in it all, with her lists and easy going nature, but it was still all so much to learn and honestly, Holly was exhausted. This trip had lasted only three days, thankfully. Her portkey had dropped her just at the designated spot not far from the apartment building, so the walk wasn't long, but she felt brain and bone tired, to the core.
Just then, she remembered she needed to have the charity office send a check to Pansy Nott for the gala that she'd missed - she'd been in New York on the 10th. She jotted a quick note to herself in the kitchen before padding silently through the flat to her bedroom. There, in her bed, was her too-large, sprawled out across the entire king size mattress, boyfriend, Alexander. Her very own Alexander. It had only been six months or so since they'd been dating - not counting that unfortunate little break-up they didn't speak about - but she'd given him a key after he'd won her back and been so obviously trying so hard. How ironic that he decided to make home and her and family his priority in life just as she'd become a nearly-full-time jet setter. He really had shown her how much she meant to him, though, and his life had changed due to it. Sometimes she felt bad about that. Especially on her longer travels. But he accepted it, and seemed to understand that this was her life now, and it was that simple. She wouldn't have blamed him for not wanting that, especially as his priorities had changed. But he had never said a word that wasn't wholly supportive and encouraging. He seemed so proud of her. It made her heart swell as she watched him snore from the doorway, the moonlight from the window lighting the room softly. How had she gotten so lucky?
She made her way to the walk-in closet in the dark, smiling to herself at Alexander's robes hung in a corner. He didn't really keep things at her place despite having a key - he had a toothbrush here, of course - but he usually brought a change of clothes for the office the next day if he thought it was going to be a late night. She changed from her shell top and slacks into a silk camisole and shorts before snagging her shoulder-length hair up into a messy bun and then heading back into the bedroom to climb across the bed, doing her best not to disturb him. She could get used to this, she thought to herself - an alarming thought, honestly - as she tucked herself into his side to grab a few hours of shut eye before it was back to the London office for another long day of lists and spreadsheets and meetings.