Who: Henry Tudor and Gabriella Montez What: Gift exchange and not mentioning the aging thing. Where: His condo, Las Vegas. When: Now. Warnings: Given Henry's history, we'll say yes, NC-17. Status: In progress
Henry tried to push the apprehensiveness and frustration out of his mind. It was starting to seem as though no matter what he and Gabriella went through, achieving happiness between them was going to be a struggle. Clearly, certain aspects of his nature were at the heart of much of the difficulty, but he remained dubious that he would ever really change. He might, perhaps, slow down as the older version of Gabriella had said, but he was still Henry Tudor, right to the core. And unfortunately, that was a fact often at odds with his relationship with his girlfriend.
There was also the matter of the debt he owed to the goddess Aphrodite. Although Gabriella had been restored to her proper age, he had yet to repay the deity for changing his girlfriend in the first place, and Henry hoped it would be a wage he could live with.
All that, though, had to be put aside. He turned the velvet box over and over between his fingers, reminding himself that Gabriella was on her way up to his door. Now that she was herself again with no recollection of what had passed recently, Henry was determined to use what wisdom his girlfriend's older self had imparted to him and settle things between them.
When the bell rang, Henry slid the box into a drawer and answered the door. Smiling at Gabriella, it was suddenly easy to forget his troubles, at least for the moment. Henry greeted her by immediately leaning in and down to her for a kiss.