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bound_ross (bound_ross) wrote in bound_rp,

Ross knew she had a fun side, too. Drinking had actually gotten them closer at some points. Knowing that she could be light hearted was a nice thing, but Ross had hoped that someday she could be that way without drinking. He hoped that more often then not, at least with him, she could be that way without alcohol guiding her hand. He smiled at her, though. Despite a lot of their relationship being a lie in words, the way they felt together had always been more than their pasts, their names, their so-called identities. Ross Richards was not just that drug dealer and gang member from Cali, the one who caused so much trouble they had undercover cops to come in and break everything up. He was Ross - son, older brother, fan of french fries, ice cream, and the guy who got scared in horror movies despite acting tough. Zoryana was not Crystal, but there was enough of something there within both to keep Ross completely in love.

"Well, meat is good! It's practically a sin not to enjoy at least one burger every few months." For Ross it was like every few weeks if not days, but the constant junk food on the run had cost him some of his well-defined abs and he was not about to let that slip up any more. Of course, Ross had a pretty well organized work out schedule to keep in shape but he had to admit feeling a little flabby even if he still looked complete in shape. "Healthy eating will be good for me. But I do live off more than trail mix." Which is what everything in her fridge was to him. Fruit, nuts, trail mix. He was a growing man, he needed a lot more sustenance then that.

Food was completely forgotten when she kissed him. He grinned, and let her head him up to the bedroom. She leaned against the door frame and all Ross could do was stare and shake his head, letting out a soft sigh. "You never cease to amaze." He said, letting a hand rest easily on her hip for a moment as he placed his forehead against hers. "I haven't had a good night's sleep since the raid." Ross had no shame in admitting these things to Zoryana. It was another reason he loved her so much. He had always felt like he could tell her anything. And, he was quite sure, she had refrained from telling her superior officers some of those things that he probably should have kept to himself. He was still alive, wasn't he? Unable to speak to his family, sure, but alive, and so were they. "Let's go to bed then, Zory."