It probably said a lot for his lack of attentiveness that he didn’t hear the footfalls or the movement behind him before a pair of hands were blocking the light from his eyes. Rae’s voice was instantly recognizable though, and he could feel his mouth curl up into a smile.
“Marilyn Monroe,” he guessed, his brain supplied the first blonde he could think of that wasn’t Rae and wasn’t one of the Stones. “Here to fulfill my every last desire,” he added as he encircled Rae’s wrists in his grasp and removed her hands, leaning his head sideways to look at her. “Well, I was close,” he murmured after his gaze settled on Rae. Even with his head at an odd angle she was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long time.
It used to be that he thought he was so screwed by being so completely head over heels for her, but that was when she was unattainable in his eyes. Now, after months it had finally sunk in that she was all his. He was lucky for sure.
“Look, I even found a tent so we won’t have to sleep in the grass,” he told her as he tugged on her wrists in a silent urging for her to move around from the back of the chair. “I’ll have to tell Vienna later that she’s done fucking wonders for the supply room.” It really hadn’t taken him that long to find the ten and sleeping bags. He’d even found a larger pillow they could probably share if they needed to. “It’s OCD heaven in there,” he laughed softly and let go of one wrist to brush his fingers through Rae’s hair.
“Where we gonna start? With food?” Probably the best idea, since who knew if they’d come back to it if they didn’t eat now. Sometimes their track record with that wasn’t real great. “’Cause I could eat.” A little over a month out from all the rehab and he had more normal days than irregular days. He had a lot of people to thank for that fact too.