Rostislav Zelenka (ghostsongs) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2022-09-01 11:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | #july 2018, greer, greer x rostislav, rostislav |
Who: Greer and Rost
Where: The marina, the cemetery
When: Late night, Wednesday July 4
Status: complete
Greer was thrilled to be out and about with Rost on a night like tonight. She had never really been one to celebrate Independence Day but she certainly enjoyed being in a happy crowd, drinking beer and eating fried, fatty foods. The marina fireworks were set to go off around ten o’clock, so she and Rost were enjoying the warm night together, killing time until the celebration ended.
Greer was being careful not to touch too many people, not wanting some deathly vision to ruin her night. But she couldn’t help but hang on Rost when her hands were free. So far she had yet to have a vision of Rost or Dev and she liked to think that maybe the Gods were sparing her that turmoil in light of everything else going on.
She was feeling nicely buzzed too, one arm linked through her lover’s. Thanks to whatever hive mind had settled into them, Greer was able to tell that a few of her fellow misfits were also around, but tonight was about Rost and she wanted her focus to be on him and them.
“I should have brought my cards,” Greer said, sipping from her cup as her gaze scanned the crowd. “We could have made some extra cash tonight.”
Rost had mixed feelings about patriotic holidays, but he did love all the fanfare and festivals and people milling around in good moods. And the fireworks, which he was excited to see -- who didn’t love huge colorful explosions of light? Rost certainly did. Especially when he was getting to see them with one of his beloveds. He’d been drinking pretty liberally himself, enjoying the atmosphere even if the beer tasted like piss. It got better after the third one somehow, and Rost was on his way to a pleasant state of drunk.
He laughed a bit at Greer’s comment and shrugged. “I thought of bringing guitar, but I would rather just be here for you and no one else,” he declared, gesturing with his beer cup at all the people around them as they strolled. Maybe they could’ve made some money busking tonight, but they didn’t have to work all the time. He let go of Greer’s hand to slip his arm around her shoulders, leaning over to kiss her temple. “You are my favorite American,” he told her with a grin. “Happy country birthday.”
Greer smiled, more than happy to push aside thoughts of money to be happy with Rost and only Rost. "You're my favorite Romanian," she said with a kiss to his jaw. "Is it bad of me that I'm really only here to watch the fireworks and drink some cheap beer instead of feeling patriotic and really celebrating?" So many people walking around had their flags and matching outfits and Greer was just looking to have fun. "I was born here but I feel like an interloper."
He was her only Romanian, while Rost was surrounded by Americans all the time now -- aside from Dev, which was always kind of a relief in a way. Rost clucked his tongue and shook his head at her question. “Not bad at all,” he declared. “For anyone who uses their brain, loving their country is a complicated love. Most of this --” Rost gestured around at the Red White And Blue crowd and decor, “-- is just fantasy.” The United States was far from unique in that regard, but Rost had found that a lot of its citizens still had a rather immature view of what patriotism meant. He didn’t really consider himself a political person, but living as an immigrant had definitely exposed him to some things. “You belong with me and Dev,” he said with another bright smile. “We are our own country.”
That much was true. She did belong with Rost and Dev, and Greer woke up every day grateful that she had been able to find her way back to them. Wherever they went, she would follow, no questions asked. "Do we need a flag?" Greer asked, looking up at Rost. "You're in charge of our anthem, of course. No laws or rules though. No one has time for all of that." She squeezed him gently. He was right about the fantasy. Greer had felt like she lived in an entirely different country than most for the majority of her life. Even now she felt a bit out of place, but that had more to do with her than her surroundings. Greer was readjusting to Point Pleasant, but there were still moments when she wondered if she was supposed to be there. "Can you see the fireworks from your trailer at the cemetery?" Greer wondered aloud.
Rost gave a delighted laugh as she named him the country’s bard, and he fully agreed they didn’t need laws or rules. They all ruled themselves from the heart, and it was working out so delightfully well between all of them. Rost hadn’t felt so surrounded by love since he’d left his Roma family behind. It was such a blessing, he knew he wouldn’t have made it this far without them. “Oh yes,” he answered with a little nod. “I have seen in other years. It is a big show, you can see it from most anywhere in town.” He found it a little weird sometimes, all of the money Point Pleasant seemed to spend on festivals and parades and stuff like this, but he supposed it was a tourist town at heart, and they had to cater to the visitors bringing in the income. Rost arched a brow at Greer. “Why do you ask?”
Greer hadn't been in Point Pleasant around this time last year so she wasn't really sure what to expect in terms of a fireworks show. But she was pleased to hear that they could see it from almost anywhere in town. "I was thinking we could buy a couple more of these terrible drinks and then go watch the show from the cemetery," she admitted with a small, sheepish smile. "As much fun as it is here... there's just a lot of people." And she was a little scared that she might touch one of them and see something that would ruin her night. Besides, it sounded cozy to her, being alone with Rost, enjoying the outdoors and being able to watch the fireworks without the crowds.
Not being in the actual crowd at the marina meant missing out on the ‘oooh’s and ‘aaah’s that seemed to be a staple of any fireworks show, but Rost was more than willing to sacrifice that to spend some alone time with Greer. He loved living with both of his lovers, but it did mean he didn’t get as much one on one time with either of them. He smiled broadly at her suggestion, able to see the mild discomfort from the crowd in her now. “Of course, my love,” he said, giving her a little squeeze around the shoulders. “We can put some chairs up on the roof and have a good view. And I think the gas store is still selling beer at this time, if you want something better to drink.” Rost wanted to do anything for her to make her the most comfortable and happy she could be.
Greer nodded. "That sounds perfect." She did feel slivers of guilt about taking Rost out of the crowd, but the longer they were there, the more worried she became that she could touch someone. It wasn't like her to let things bother her to the point of leaving a fun situation, but considering some of the things she had seen so far, Greer didn't think anyone would expect her to be able to brush it off every single time. Certain images had been burned into her memory now and they were hard to shake. "I think the dead would like some company tonight anyway, don't you?" The cemetery occasionally felt dark and ominous to Greer, but more often than not, it was peaceful. Hopefully it would stay that way tonight.
“Absolutely,” Rost agreed, already steering Greer back in the direction of the marina parking. In this town there were dozens of opportunities to play around in a crowd per year, he wasn’t fussed about missing one. Like they’d already established, he didn’t have some burning love for the United States to celebrate anyway. He could almost sense Greer’s relief as they exited the crowded marina and made their way back to Rost’s truck. He leaned over to kiss her softly once they were safely inside, then drove them to the cemetery, with a quick stop off at a gas station for some better, cheaper beer than what the vendors had been handing out. “We have not been here at night in a while,” he said as he pulled into the small cemetery lot. Rost parked in his usual spot and cut the engine. “I wonder if they feel lonely without me ... or are like teens when parents go away, you know?” He chuckled.
"Maybe it's a little bit of both," Greer said with a small smile. She did love being at the cemetery. It was peaceful, for the most part, and she had fond memories of the area. This is where the Other Place had decided to return her and it had been Rost's face she saw for the first time before her memory returned. In the dark tonight, it didn't feel as ominous as it could have. The spirits seemed settled for the moment. She grabbed the beer and climbed out of the truck, breathing in the evening air. It smelled like earth and ocean and she loved it. "How many times have you sat on the top of your trailer?" she asked with a grin. "Do you ever miss living here?"
Tending to this place for as long as he had, Rost got feelings about how the dead were doing as well. Every morning he had stood out on the front step of his trailer with a coffee mug in his hand, breathing in the air and trying to get a sense of how the day was going to be. As he walked through the gates with Greer, Rost felt the same sort of peaceful vibe of the place. It was reassuring. “I do sometimes, it was much quieter than an apartment,” he answered, chuckling. “It was quieter, and I could be louder.” Rost offered Greer his arm as they strolled down the path toward his former residence. The owners had made no moves to fill the trailer with someone else, Rost was still taking care of the place, so he still felt entitled to the space. “I have sat up there many many times ... usually drunk, never with a woman as beautiful as you.” He grinned and winked at her.
Greer laughed. She knew that their shared apartment wasn't always a peaceful sanctuary, but she adored who she lived with and knew they felt the same. They seemed to be in sync, knowing when each other wanted company and when to leave each other be. "I'll try to make the experience memorable for you," she said, grabbing his hand to bring it up to her lips so she could kiss his fingers. "Since you're usually up there drunk, have you ever fallen off?" It wasn't a large trailer, so she couldn't imagine if he had it had hurt him a lot. It was still a semi-amusing mental image to have though.
It was Rost’s turn to laugh, and while the bright sound didn’t seem to carry far through the night air of the cemetery, it felt natural enough. He’d had so many moments of joy in this place, it was still his home on some level. Rost squeezed her hand and grinned. “If I say yes, will you think less of me?” he asked, though he knew the answer to that. “Only once-- wait ... okay, twice, but that was all.” It was probably bad that Rost had to think about it, but he’d been pretty hammered and unhurt both times, so they hadn’t stuck out very far in his fuzzy memory. He liked to live his life to the fullest, and sometimes that included drinking on a roof! “You will keep me safe this time, yes?” he teased.
Of course he had fallen! Greer could just imagine a drunk, but happy, Rost tumbling off the top of the trailer. Honestly, it was something Dev might have done as well. Her boys liked their liquor. "I will keep you away from the edge," she promised. "And you start to fall, I'll try to go down with you." She eyed the trailer as they approached it. "What's the best way to climb up there? Do you have something inside... a ladder?" She had never really noticed when she would spend time inside with Rost. Greer had always been so focused on him, though she had adored the tiny space. If it had been just the two of them, she would have loved to stay there, but with three adults, they definitely needed a bit more space.
“I will try not to fall then,” Rost said with a cluck of his tongue, not liking the idea of Greer going down with him, even if it was all lighthearted banter. He didn’t plan to get that drunk tonight, he still had to get them home. If worst came to worst, they could sleep in the trailer, but he knew they’d both rather be home in their big bed where Dev could join them once he was done working. “I have a ladder ...” Rost kissed Greer’s hand and walked to the side of the trailer, crouching to reach under it and pull his ladder out from the dark space underneath. There was a better ladder in the equipment shed, but he didn’t want to walk all the way there and back, so this one would do. Rost got it set up and leaned against the trailer, then grinned at Greer with a triumphant “tada!”
Greer lifted her free arm in celebration as Rost set the ladder against the trailer. "If you want to go up first, I can hand you the beer," she said, glancing up at the top of the trailer. It was dark in the cemetery but the moon provided enough light to see. And the fireworks would be perfect from where they were. No lights from the marina, or the shops around it. Just her and Rost, some spirits, and fireworks. "Oh! Do you want me to grab a blanket from your trailer? Something to sit on?" She didn't know if he had chairs or anything, but that might be dangerous atop of the trailer itself.
“Yes! There are cushions there too,” Rost said. “My brilliant girl.” He climbed the ladder and then took the beer from Greer so she could fetch something nicer than metal to sit on up on top of his trailer. Rost took the blanket and couch pillows first, spreading them out in the spot he usually perched on, then offered Greer a hand to steady her as she climbed up after him. “There we are,” he murmured with a grin as they settled in. Rost felt almost giddy now, truly grateful to be sitting up on his old roof with his best girl. Only girl, at the moment, and probably for a very long time. Rost’s life felt so full now, he couldn’t imagine needing anyone else to enhance it. Rost opened two beers and gave one to Greer, then lifted his own in a little toast. “To the private seats.”
Settled with a beer in her hand, Greer returned his toast. "Private seats and the best company." Yes, they were missing Dev, but she knew they would see him soon enough. And he could probably see the fireworks from wherever he was. Right now she saw trees and headstones, but it didn't worry or scare her. She felt safe enough. "Things have been very odd lately," she said after taking a sip of her drink. "I don't feel like I ask you how you are enough. You two spend so much time worrying about me. I just want to make sure you're doing okay."
Rost lowered his bottle after a long drink and chuckled faintly after he swallowed, caught a little off-guard by the inquiry. Greer was right that he spent much more time thinking about how she was doing than himself, but that seemed like a natural part of loving someone to him. “I am ... I would say okay, yes,” Rost tried to answer honestly, giving it some thought. She tended to call him out when he fibbed about how he was anyway. “I do worry for you. I am sad that so much darkness is forced on you now. I wish to make it better, but I know that is beyond me. However, I still wake happy every day that you are back and I am so lucky to love you and Dev.” Rost gave her a warm smile and reached for her free hand. “I am worlds better than I was when you were gone, we both are.”
Greer was glad that he was being honest with her. He and Dev both. It would have been disappointing if he tried to say he was fine if he really wasn't. "It's not complete darkness, at least," Greer said, squeezing his fingers. "Max and I were able to help that man at the carnival. And I think I can help people. It's not ideal, but if I can help somehow... it can't be that bad. But I wake up happy every day too, with the both of you in my life. Just being with you makes things better." It probably sounded sugary and corny to an extent, but it was the truth. Greer motioned to him and their surroundings. "This makes me happy. I know this town has a lot of darkness, but it feels like home to me now. Like I was meant to be here."
Using her new ability to help people was both incredibly heroic and worrisome to Rost. He didn’t know anything for sure about how the universe worked, if fate was real or not ... who or what determined when people were supposed to die, if that was supposed to be a locked-in destiny or not. He thought it was amazing that Greer could interfere to keep people alive, he just hoped there wasn’t some hidden backlash waiting in the wings. Meddling with mortality seemed risky, but he completely understood her inability to just sit by and do nothing. So he was keeping his reservations to himself, despite his desperate need not to lose her again. At least she could find the good in it, and still be happy. “I know the feeling,” Rost said with a warm smile, rubbing his thumb over Greer’s knuckles. “And we will stay until we feel meant to be somewhere else.” As if on cue, there was a pop and the sky lit up with orange light over the dark treetops. Rost looked up and laughed softly. “See? Best seats.”
Greer knew things could come back to bite her in the butt. She might mess things up royally, if she made the wrong choices. But it was a risk she was willing to take if it meant helping someone else. Greer didn't think she could live with herself if she knew there was something she could do to maybe save someone's life and she chose not to. The fireworks distracted her from her thoughts and she smiled before resting her head on Rost's shoulder. "Nowhere else I'd rather be," Greer said. "I can't remember the last time I saw fireworks. Real ones, anyway. People liked to set them off on the streets back when I lived in L.A. Not quite the same."
“Not quite,” Rost agreed with a soft chuckle, slipping his arm around Greer’s shoulders. It was so nice to feel her lean against him, to have that physical reminder that she was real and alive and back with them. “It is one benefit of living in a tourist town, even small. I never saw fireworks as a child, not until I reached Berlin, I think. When I lived in New York, we would go see them on the waterfront every time ... this is much nicer.” Occasionally Rost missed living in a huge vibrant city, existing like its own breathing entity, full of more people and stories than any one person could comprehend. Point Pleasant was incomprehensible in very different ways, but Rost loved it all the same.
"Let's make this an annual tradition," Greer suggested. "Every fourth of July, we'll climb up onto your trailer and watch. Maybe next year Dev will be able to be here too." She knew it was silly to plan ahead in life. Greer generally took everything day by day since she much preferred to go wherever things took her. But it felt like a tether to reality somehow, that they could agree to be here at the same time next year and enjoy what they were enjoying now. Like it meant none of them would disappear or get hurt in the time between now and then. Greer would do everything in her power to ensure that it happened.
“Absolutely, new official family tradition,” Rost agreed with a bright grin. They would make sure Dev was with them next time. There was a part of him that hoped they would be done with Point Pleasant by then, moved on to somewhere else, some idyllic place where they’d be safe, there were no portals to hell dimensions, and Greer would never have a bad vision again ... but deep down Rost knew better. As long as they all stayed alive on this plane, they were staying where they were. So he hoped they could make it happen, their little trio still in love and happy enough, sitting on his trailer roof watching the colored lights flash across the sky. A family of three. As the air lit up green and yellow with a distant boom, Rost dipped in to kiss his woman.
Greer had always been a wanderer and she certainly never felt tied to any one place. But right now, she knew it would be impossible to leave Point Pleasant. There were still too many unanswered questions and while she wasn't terribly close to anyone else in town but for Max, she wanted to be there for the others who had been Over There. It felt like whatever had happened to them might mean something, and she wanted to know what that something was. Smiling, Greer returned Rost's kiss, perfectly content and happy where she was now. The sound of the fireworks, the colors that filled the sky... she wasn't thinking about that place anymore, or whatever had cursed them all. She was just focused on Rost and how his lips felt against hers. Greer brought her hand up to his face to touch, a happy sort of hum forming in her throat.
It was funny how Rost kept thinking he would never be this happy again, and the universe kept proving him wrong. After he’d lost Delle he was sure he wouldn’t truly fall in love again, and here he was. When Greer disappeared, he and Dev had become convinced they would never see her again ... but she’d returned to them. Rost didn’t know how he kept getting so goddamn lucky, but he was so grateful for it. This was the life he’d always wanted, with people he loved and good honest work and music and feeling like he had a place in the world. His chest felt warm and full as he caressed Greer’s mouth with his own, loving the gentle way she touched his face as he always did. He pulled back just enough to catch a breath and smiled at her. “I used to sit up here naked at night sometimes,” Rost confessed. “And walk the grounds. It was lovely.”
Greer understood how lucky she was to be home with her men and relatively unscathed. Yes, she still had nightmares sometimes and she had this new... curse slash blessing... but it could have been so much worse. It was these moments that really kept Greer in the present, able to forget about those months Over There and enjoy her life. Kissing Rost kept her just as grounded and she returned his smile. "Were there ever any reports of seeing a nude ghost wandering through the headstones?" she teased, nuzzling his nose with her own. "You were never caught?"
He snickered happily and shrugged one shoulder. “Never really caught. I might have been spotted once by some goth teenagers,” he said, grinning and nuzzling her in return. “But I hid fast, so who really knows.” There had never been complaints though, so Rost didn’t care if some late-night loiterers got more of an eyeful than they bargained for. Americans were way too puritanical about nudity anyway. He grinned a little at Greer and cocked an eyebrow. “Would you like to try it?” It felt like a peaceful night in the cemetery, the vibe was good, and all of the bursting colored light in the sky would look lovely on Greer’s bare skin, Rost already knew.
Greer laughed, imagining a nude Rost ducking behind a headstone to hide from moody teenagers. It might not have happened the way she was imagining it, but it was still amusing. "Let's do it," she said with a grin, taking his hand to kiss his fingers quickly. She was betting everyone in town was pretty busy right now so she couldn't imagine Dev would have to bail them both out for public nudity. She began to pull her shirt up and off, tossing it over the side of the trailer to get to easier once they were done frolicking, so to speak.
In the unlikely event that they did get spotted by someone, Rost was pretty sure he could talk them out of trouble with the police. It definitely wasn’t the most illegal thing he’d ever done on this property, but he and the PPPD had a pretty good relationship. A little bare skin never hurt anyone -- and any parent who had their kid out here at night voluntarily or let a minor run around free on this type of night was totally neglectful anyway. Rost grinned brightly as Greer began to strip, and he hurried to do the same, peeling his shirt off before he stood up to undo the fly of his pants and push them down. He tossed them over the side too and then tilted his face up toward the sky and lifted his arms, just enjoying the night air against all of him.
Greer grinned as Rost took his pants off. She had pushed her skirt off and kicked it off the side of the trailer. The warm summer air felt so nice on her skin and she closed her eyes, despite the fireworks, to simply enjoy it all. For a moment she thought of the Other Place, with its fog and dirty air and creatures roaming seen and unseen. It was instinctual to open her eyes and look around, just to make sure nothing was slithering up the side of the trailer. But she was really home and Rost was next to her and they were alive and free and happy and that was all Greer needed. "Let's go wander," she told him, leaning over to nuzzle his jaw. "See if any spirits are enjoying the night with us."
Greer’s body was beautiful, bathed in moonlight and flares of color from the fireworks. His own didn’t look too bad to him either at the moment. Everybody looked better naked, in Rost’s opinion, it was universal. So anybody -- alive or dead -- would be lucky to catch a glimpse of them strolling through the trees tonight. Rost gave an affirmative hum as he turned his head to kiss Greer’s cheek, then climbed down the ladder first. “Be careful, my love,” he murmured as she followed him down. The view was lovely, but he stood ready to catch her if she slipped. Finally they were both barefoot on the earth again, and Rost took Greer’s hand to stroll through the shadows with her. The cemetery still felt like home, and he knew all of the paths by heart.
Greer held Rost's hand, wishing she could just sink into the Earth and live there. The grass felt cool beneath her feet, the air warm. The fireworks were still going, though with more frequency now, which usually indicated they were nearly done. Despite some of the strange days they had spent in the cemetery, it was still a comforting place to be. It was where the Other Place had put her when it let her go, and Greer thought about that almost every day. She didn't know how or why it had happened, but she was glad for it. And for it being Rost who found her. "It feels peaceful tonight," Greer murmured. "Maybe they want to be on their best behavior so you'll come back more often."
Rost laughed softly and swung their joined hands a bit, feeling blissful to be outdoors naked with his lover, especially in this place that felt like a part of him. Of them. Greer wasn’t the only one who regularly remembered her return. Rost was continually grateful that he’d been the one to find her and bring her back home. He’d had nothing to do with her coming back, but he’d still felt kind of heroic. “Perhaps you are right,” he said now with a crooked grin. He came back to work on a regular basis, but he didn’t hang out very often anymore. He raised his voice just a bit to address the cemetery itself. “And please keep it up. You can see we are unarmed.” Rost tittered a bit, still happily tipsy.
Greer laughed, half expecting the wind to pick up in response. But the cemetery was quiet now, as the fireworks were finally over. The dark sky was full of lingering smoke and she could imagine all of the people on the pier starting to disperse. But even so, it still felt like she and Rost were the only two people in the entire town. Even the stone angels seemed to be behaving. "Do you ever feel drawn to any of them?" she asked after a moment, smoothing her free hand over the top of a headstone they were walking by. "The graves, I mean. Any in particular?"
“Oh yes,” Rost answered. The cemetery had held a lot of fear for him over the years as well as safety and comfort and Home, but tonight he felt comfortable and free. The quiet was welcome after all of the booming, and he was glad they weren’t having to swim through crowds to leave the marina. This had been a perfect idea. “Some just because they are beautiful. The old ones fascinate me. I like to sit in one of the old mausoleums that has been unlocked for years.” There was one that he specifically avoided going into at all costs, but a couple of the other stone structures were just benign and peaceful inside. “Would you like to see?”
Greer wondered how many people in this cemetery she might have been able to save if she'd had this ability earlier. It was a silly, unfair thought to have because she couldn't turn back time and she certainly couldn't save everybody in this town. But something told her there were many buried today who didn't die of natural causes. Smiling at Rost, she brought his hand up to her lips to kiss his fingers again. "I would love to see it." She vaguely recalled seeing a mausoleum or two when visiting Rost in the past, but her attention had always been on her man. And tonight felt like the perfect night to wander and explore this place.
Dying of completely natural causes was almost an anomaly in this town, and Rost knew that there were many restless dead in this cemetery. He was just grateful they were quiet tonight, because it didn’t always happen that way. It gave him a nice opportunity to spend some quality time with one of the loves of his life, naked and feeling so very alive. He led her further back to the older part of the cemetery and to his favorite mausoleum. The gate was creaky but unlocked, and Rost pulled it open for them. It was just a small granite building with three coffins sealed up inside the walls of it and two stone benches, but it had a lovely stained glass window that made it beautiful inside when the sun was in the right position. Rost stepped in and perched on one of the benches. “It is night now, but the window is very pretty,” he said quietly.
Greer wandered over to the window, wishing the sun was up at that moment so she could see what the stained glass looked like with that kind of natural light. "I always thought I'd be cremated when I died," she said, looking over at Rost. "Just have someone release my ashes in the forest somewhere. No use in taking up such limited space on earth." She grinned and walked over to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "It's a beautiful mausoleum... there's just something so... restricting... about being put in a stone wall for all eternity. My physical body, anyway."
Rost settled his hands on Greer’s hips, smiling up at her. A lot of people told him what they wanted to happen to their bodies when they died, and he tried to remember every one. It was such a personal thing, and so intimate in a way. He loved it when someone shared their desires with him. It seemed especially important when it came to his loves, because he might be the one passing along their wishes someday. Hopefully far into the future, but still. “All monuments to the dead are more for the living,” he murmured, running his hands slowly over her skin. “A place to come grieve, money put into stone to show love ... if you die first, I will make sure your ashes are properly scattered. If it is up to me, I want to go direct into the ground and a tree planted above. So I can feed the earth as it has always fed me.”
"I like that," Greer said, nuzzling her nose to his. "That's a really lovely idea." She knew death was just a part of life, but she didn't want to think about being without Rost, or Dev. She wanted them to all grow old together and die on the same day. It was improbable, of course, but Greer felt like she was allowed a daydream or two. She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying the feel of his hands on her skin. It was comforting, especially given where they were. "Let's just hope that we don't need to fulfill each other's wishes for a really long time, okay? We have so much more life to live together."
“Absolutely, my love,” Rost said softly, a warm little smile on his face. He kissed her gently, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. He knew there were people out there who had a kink for having sex in cemeteries, out amidst the gravestones ... Rost couldn’t say he’d never done so himself, but it didn’t do a lot extra for him. Greer felt lovely against him though, and his body was starting to respond to it. He ran his hands down over her ass and gave a little sigh. “I want you,” he murmured. “Back to the trailer?” Their light show was over, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t more of the night to enjoy. It would still be hours before Dev was home, so why not indulge themselves here?
Greer would have had Rost anywhere he asked and so she smiled when he mentioned the trailer. It was difficult to stop from running her fingers over her skin, so she took an extra moment to kiss him, brushing her fingertips up his arms to his shoulders. "Trailer," she agreed finally, pressing another kiss to his lips before she stepped back from him and took his hand to walk back across the cemetery. "Is this where we make a joke about creating fireworks of our own?" she asked with a laugh, squeezing his hand with hers.
For a moment Rost wondered if they would even make it to the trailer, as he tingled pleasantly from Greer’s touch. It made him so grateful sometimes that he and Dev seemed to be exempt to Greer’s new power, because he couldn’t imagine not being able to touch her anymore. It would be almost as devastating as losing her to the portal had been. Thankfully she never seemed to get visions of their deaths, so all was well. He stood and squeezed her hand back as they left the mausoleum, chuckling. “We will light up our own skies,” he agreed warmly, relishing the night air against his skin again as they strolled back toward what was now his second home, and the pleasures waiting for them.