musesandlyrics | 1.5. Grey's Anatomy quote
1.15. "The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open. And once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not."
Grey's Anatomy
Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS and THIS]
It might have been the last month of the summer, but it was still pleasantly warm in New York. The sun was hot and people were packed in the park trying to make the most of the nice day. They were lucky to find a free bench to sit on, let alone one that was right beside the lake. Rob watched a couple of little kids feeding the ducks a few paces away and smiled. The Park had been his choice, and although New York didn't exactly boast the freshest air in the world, the atmosphere in Central Park was still a very far cry from the deserts in Iraq. He liked being out and not cooped up. It was a date to make a date... and talk. They were meeting after lunch so he didn't have to feel like he should eat. His stomach was still pissed off at him for the Cosmo Onslaught the night before. He was feeling better, but didn't exactly want to attempt to put anything in his mouth beyond water for the moment.
He cleared his throat, wetting his lips as he turned to look at her with a small laugh. She looked nervous. "I never wanted to spook you, or anything. I just don't want you going in to anything not knowing certain things. Or even just the enormity of certain things. It's not fair. In saying that, I can't promise that dating a soldier comes with many things that are fair."
Leila had her glasses on, although she was wishing they were the new fancy ones that tinted automatically as she squinted a little in the sunshine. She turned so she could focus on him better, and not catch the direct glare of the sun. "No, it's just my cousins are trying to fill my head full of all kinds of possibilities. Personally I think you're about to tell me you're an alien in an Earth man's skin, but hey... you can still work the equipment. I kind of figured on my own dating a soldier is going to be a little weird, but it's not like I've ever done things normally. Last guy I dated had to put up with me being the one to travel every which place. It didn't last, but I think it was because neither of us were really invested."
"Your cousins are probably just looking out for you. I can't say I blame them for that," Rob reasoned and looked back out to the water for a few moments. He found himself laughing. "Well, I don't think aliens would actually get as hungover on a girly drink as I did this morning, so you're safe on that front." He looked back at her, squinting a little in the sunlight but enjoying the heat on his cheeks. "I'm in line for a promotion as a result of my transfer. Time of service, experience, all that, it's eventually come in my favour. That's not what I need to tell you, though. It just means I could literally be shipped out again at any moment. To war," he added pointedly, trying to convey the enormity of it.
"You never know, they might not be used to alcohol," Leila said with a smile. She looked at him, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as her smile faded. "A promotion's great. Congratulations," she murmured, still trying to work out how she was supposed to feel about the other part. She'd just assumed the shipping out might happen after he'd been in New York for a bit. "Oh."
Rob was quiet for a moment, his eyes intent on her face. He took her hand and held his securely. "I know I said I was on leave, and I am. Only, leave is only as long as you aren't needed when you're in the army. If they need us over there, I go. And that alone is an extremely sore spot for me, and part of some of the things I need to tell you. A couple of months back, I faced a court-martial, risked maximum sentence, for being AWOL when my unit shipped back to Iraq. I spent about a month in custody before the trial. I was lucky to keep my rank, let alone be sent back to service."
Leila was still biting her lip, a slight frown forming as she listened. "Okay... I'm sorry if I seem like I'm not understanding. I do. And I am. Both kinds of understanding. I guess I just figured I'd get to know you a little longer first before you disappeared. I don't know why the idea's painful... Not like you owe me anything. I'm sorry about the court-martial. That's got to have been hard."
Rob shrugged a little. "My wife caused me to be AWOL. She was intercepting my calls, ripping up letters, deleting text messages. I didn't know my unit got shipped back, and I saw on the news that a mate from a joint unit was killed over there. That's how I realised they'd shipped out without me. My boss was pissed, to say the least. I think that shitted me more than subsequently finding out she was fucking around on me." He rubbed at his face a little. "I do a really dangerous job, Leila. Dangerous and... immoral to some."
Leila's face twisted with disgust. "Just when I thought I couldn't hate the bitch anymore. Sorry, but she is just... she's pure fucking evil. That's bullshit messing with your service like that." She tightened her grip on his hand, the disgust fading just as quickly as it appeared. "Immoral?"
"She had plans. She was using me, basically. That's a whole other story and I don't want to scare you off making you think I'm a right dick making stupid decisions." Rob nodded. "Necessary, but immoral. At least, some would argue as such. Dirty job, but someone's got to do it..." he added, pressing his lips together wryly. "I'm a sniper."
Leila's eyebrows went up. "Andy really wasn't that far off when he thought assassin. I'm... I mean, it's war. And it's the army. I'm not going to sit here and be judgmental. It's not immoral, it's just... it's fucked up that we even need that kind of thing in the first place, but when has war ever been fair?"
Rob shook his head. "It's not. War is rarely equal. Gotta protect our troops and our country. I ain't proud of what I do, but I do it well. I'm about to make Sergeant. I make a living knowing how to use weapons, and use them well. If I go, there's always going to be that chance I ain't coming back," he had to finally tell her, even if the words had been lingering unsaid for quite awhile. "For every one of me, the other side had someone with the same skills, if not more. That's how it works."
Leila held his gaze quietly for a long moment before she had to look away. She had understood it was a possibility, but talking about it was starting to make her realise how much it might actually hurt if he did go away and come back. She was starting to really like him. "Does this mean you don't want to try?"
Rob stared at the ducks swimming in the pond. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he thought about the situation quietly. "Are you sure it's something you even want to get involved with? You could open your door one day to some guys in uniform telling you I got blown up in battle and not coming home. But not even in that extreme, I might not be around often. You need to be away with your job. Is it logically even possible?"
Leila shifted to rest her legs over his, moving closer to him as she held his hand in her lap. She looked at him, studying his face from behind her glasses. "I think the thing you need to know about me coming back to New York this time is that I have things to stay for, to make me want to settle. Luke's in Princeton, but Andy's here. He's about to be a dad, and he is already a dad. He's got a family of his own that I want to know. I want to be around my cousins again, I need a family connection. I need some friends... I don't know about the work situation yet, but the joys of being freelance is that I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. If I don't want to leave New York again, I don't have to. I can find a way around it. So really, I'd be a constant, and you'd be the one moving around. And when it was time for you to switch bases again if we were even still together... I'd go with. So yeah, it's possible."
Rob listened to her closely, even if his stomach was niggling with different emotions. "I didn't think I'd ever want to date again after what my wife did to me. Which, you know, maybe I was stupid expecting her to even wait for me, and I guess that's confusing me. How can I possibly expect you to sit around and wait for me indefinitely? Then there was the whole thing where she was crying at me, telling me she didn't want me to die or go back because she wanted me with her. I believed her. I really did, and I felt awful about it. Turns out, she was only saying it to keep me around for other reasons. She didn't give a fuck if I got blown up. I just figured after all that, I'd be better off on my own."
He paused and let out a slow breath. "And then I needed a change, and got shipped to New York, and had my pal telling me I needed to get out, and maybe get laid. Casual sex seemed manageable, even if it didn't feel totally comfortable in my gut. The notion of it, anyway. I just never expected to meet someone like you. I felt safe in my little constructed bubble of convincing myself I never needed another relationship again, and now I feel like I've done a few rounds on a rollercoaster and got spat out the other end. I don't want you to get hurt."
Leila rest her head against his, and rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand. "I didn't really expect to meet you either, if that helps. And I hope you don't think I'm bullshitting, you but I don't want you to die. I don't really want you to get pulled away either, but I know it's part of your job, and who you are. I don't want to interfere. I don't want to lose this chance, either. Does that... Does it make sense? I wouldn't cheat on you. I can actually not have my life revolve around sex. Besides, there are toys for that kind of thing, even if the real deal is so much better."
Rob shook his head. "It never crossed my mind that you would cheat on me, believe it or not. I ain't so naive to think everyone is going to be like her, even if it hurt like hell. That's the whole thing, though. This is me, and I am going to get pulled away, for long periods of time a lot of the time. There will be times I don't even have contact at all, times you might worry something has happened to me. No news is usually okay, though. If something happened, there would be news. Thank god for small mercies, huh?" The conversation was making him feel a little tired, but he felt less uptight now he had revealed what was on his mind. "Then there is the nights I'm home, but could be keeping you up with weird nightmares. I don't usually remember much about them when I wake up. It's just a price you pay for seeing the things you do in battle. I guess I'm just trying to say that it's not that I don't want to try, I'm just confused about exactly how I'm supposed to be feeling. That's what I mean when I told you the other morning that I thought you might be able to help me out with some of it."
Leila switched her hands, taking his with her left as she looped her right arm around his shoulders and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I wish I knew exactly what to say, but I'm kind of making this up as I go. I couldn't exactly prepare when I didn't know what you were going to say. If you say no news is good news, I'll believe you and I'll do everything in my power to stay distracted and not sit around worrying. I'm not good at the sitting around part anyway, but I'll wait for you. And the nightmares... well, I don't care about you waking me up. Part of being with someone is helping them through, and helping them cope."
Rob was looking at her with a small disbelieving smile on his face. "Are you sure about all of this? I ain't expecting you to make any immediate choices. Y'all can go away and chat to your cousins about it, or think it over. I ain't gonna be judging you that if you need it. This is hard. I know it is, and it sucks. I wish I didn't come with all the bells and whistles because I really enjoy being with you, and God knows you make me feel real good. But this is a lot to take in. There's no pressure, yeah?"
Leila nodded, her blue eyes fixed on his. "Yeah, I know. And I want to thank you for giving me time. Luke's worried it's a fascination thing, but I don't think it is. It feels different. I like being with you, I like being around. The whole being shipped off thing is scary, I won't lie. But I don't know, it's a price that might be worth paying. I don't... I don't want to stop being able to get to know you. You know? I want whatever chance I got to see where this could head."
"Yeah, I know," Rob murmured, still watching her. He squeezed her hand. "And you gotta know, it's a two way street. It ain't like I'm just jumping on a bus and leaving without looking back. It's always hard for me to head out. I can stay in touch though. It's not total isolation the whole time. It ain't easy... it really ain't. I just wanted you to have an out if any of this that I've said is too much. I wouldn't blame you. You just gotta tell me."
Leila smiled at him, stealing a quick kiss. "How about we just agree on a safe word, so the moment it's too much for either of us we say it and we can work out what to do."
Rob laughed, looking at her curiously. "Like what? What if we accidentally say it in the middle of sex? You know, just as an example," he added in amusement.
Leila smirked. "Well, I don't know what random stuff you plan on calling out during sex, but how about something like 'bunyip'?"
Rob blinked and then was laughing again. "What the hell is a bunyip?"
Leila grinned, tilting her head as she rubbed her fingers against his back. "Think of it as an Australian boogey man. Only less man, more creature."
"Okay, well... do you think it's poignant that there is very little chance I'll actually remember that?" Rob asked, scratching his head with a smile.
"Sure, and I'll probably forget as well, or try saying turnip, or something. But at least it's a word that can't accidentally be screamed out during sex..." Leila smiled back at him. "So... you planning on asking me out on a date now?"
Rob dipped his head in agreement, smirking. "Well, I'm not a big fan of turnips, so I'll probably take a hint by that point." He laughed softly and sat up a little. "So, we've clarified this isn't just a sex thing so my penis doesn't drop off from lack of use? I just wanted you to know that it was very much not just a sex thing. It was company and affection, and you gave me a lot of what I needed that night. It meant a lot to me."
Leila laughed, her fingers moving up into Rob's hair as she massaged his scalp. She was just enjoying being here with him in the park more than anything. She couldn't remember the last time she'd just been with someone like this, just enjoying their company, and talking. "Yeah, I think so. Your penis doesn't need to be scared, but there's nothing wrong with including the sex in whatever this is. Hey, I was happy to help. I think maybe I needed the company and the affection side as well. It worked both ways."
Rob squeezed her hand again and nodded a little. "Then I would really love if you would come out to dinner with me. Maybe not tonight because my stomach would probably revolt against a nice steak right now, but over the next few days? If you don't have any plans, of course."
"I can change them," Leila replied. Her stomach gave a flip, and she wasn't sure if it was nerves, or excitement. Nerves because they seemed to be on the verge of something, and excitement because she couldn't wait. "For this, I can definitely change them."
Rob grinned and kissed her softly. "Okay, well, how about you choose a place, and let me know? I can take it from there. Only, I don't want to accidentally pick a dive because I don't know New York very well," he told her.
Leila leaned forward as if her lips were magnetised to his and kissed him again. "I'll see what I can do. Meantime, you better not be indulging in anymore Cosmos. I want you in one piece."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 3,049
Grey's Anatomy
Co-written with doesntwaltz
[Follows THIS and THIS]
It might have been the last month of the summer, but it was still pleasantly warm in New York. The sun was hot and people were packed in the park trying to make the most of the nice day. They were lucky to find a free bench to sit on, let alone one that was right beside the lake. Rob watched a couple of little kids feeding the ducks a few paces away and smiled. The Park had been his choice, and although New York didn't exactly boast the freshest air in the world, the atmosphere in Central Park was still a very far cry from the deserts in Iraq. He liked being out and not cooped up. It was a date to make a date... and talk. They were meeting after lunch so he didn't have to feel like he should eat. His stomach was still pissed off at him for the Cosmo Onslaught the night before. He was feeling better, but didn't exactly want to attempt to put anything in his mouth beyond water for the moment.
He cleared his throat, wetting his lips as he turned to look at her with a small laugh. She looked nervous. "I never wanted to spook you, or anything. I just don't want you going in to anything not knowing certain things. Or even just the enormity of certain things. It's not fair. In saying that, I can't promise that dating a soldier comes with many things that are fair."
Leila had her glasses on, although she was wishing they were the new fancy ones that tinted automatically as she squinted a little in the sunshine. She turned so she could focus on him better, and not catch the direct glare of the sun. "No, it's just my cousins are trying to fill my head full of all kinds of possibilities. Personally I think you're about to tell me you're an alien in an Earth man's skin, but hey... you can still work the equipment. I kind of figured on my own dating a soldier is going to be a little weird, but it's not like I've ever done things normally. Last guy I dated had to put up with me being the one to travel every which place. It didn't last, but I think it was because neither of us were really invested."
"Your cousins are probably just looking out for you. I can't say I blame them for that," Rob reasoned and looked back out to the water for a few moments. He found himself laughing. "Well, I don't think aliens would actually get as hungover on a girly drink as I did this morning, so you're safe on that front." He looked back at her, squinting a little in the sunlight but enjoying the heat on his cheeks. "I'm in line for a promotion as a result of my transfer. Time of service, experience, all that, it's eventually come in my favour. That's not what I need to tell you, though. It just means I could literally be shipped out again at any moment. To war," he added pointedly, trying to convey the enormity of it.
"You never know, they might not be used to alcohol," Leila said with a smile. She looked at him, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as her smile faded. "A promotion's great. Congratulations," she murmured, still trying to work out how she was supposed to feel about the other part. She'd just assumed the shipping out might happen after he'd been in New York for a bit. "Oh."
Rob was quiet for a moment, his eyes intent on her face. He took her hand and held his securely. "I know I said I was on leave, and I am. Only, leave is only as long as you aren't needed when you're in the army. If they need us over there, I go. And that alone is an extremely sore spot for me, and part of some of the things I need to tell you. A couple of months back, I faced a court-martial, risked maximum sentence, for being AWOL when my unit shipped back to Iraq. I spent about a month in custody before the trial. I was lucky to keep my rank, let alone be sent back to service."
Leila was still biting her lip, a slight frown forming as she listened. "Okay... I'm sorry if I seem like I'm not understanding. I do. And I am. Both kinds of understanding. I guess I just figured I'd get to know you a little longer first before you disappeared. I don't know why the idea's painful... Not like you owe me anything. I'm sorry about the court-martial. That's got to have been hard."
Rob shrugged a little. "My wife caused me to be AWOL. She was intercepting my calls, ripping up letters, deleting text messages. I didn't know my unit got shipped back, and I saw on the news that a mate from a joint unit was killed over there. That's how I realised they'd shipped out without me. My boss was pissed, to say the least. I think that shitted me more than subsequently finding out she was fucking around on me." He rubbed at his face a little. "I do a really dangerous job, Leila. Dangerous and... immoral to some."
Leila's face twisted with disgust. "Just when I thought I couldn't hate the bitch anymore. Sorry, but she is just... she's pure fucking evil. That's bullshit messing with your service like that." She tightened her grip on his hand, the disgust fading just as quickly as it appeared. "Immoral?"
"She had plans. She was using me, basically. That's a whole other story and I don't want to scare you off making you think I'm a right dick making stupid decisions." Rob nodded. "Necessary, but immoral. At least, some would argue as such. Dirty job, but someone's got to do it..." he added, pressing his lips together wryly. "I'm a sniper."
Leila's eyebrows went up. "Andy really wasn't that far off when he thought assassin. I'm... I mean, it's war. And it's the army. I'm not going to sit here and be judgmental. It's not immoral, it's just... it's fucked up that we even need that kind of thing in the first place, but when has war ever been fair?"
Rob shook his head. "It's not. War is rarely equal. Gotta protect our troops and our country. I ain't proud of what I do, but I do it well. I'm about to make Sergeant. I make a living knowing how to use weapons, and use them well. If I go, there's always going to be that chance I ain't coming back," he had to finally tell her, even if the words had been lingering unsaid for quite awhile. "For every one of me, the other side had someone with the same skills, if not more. That's how it works."
Leila held his gaze quietly for a long moment before she had to look away. She had understood it was a possibility, but talking about it was starting to make her realise how much it might actually hurt if he did go away and come back. She was starting to really like him. "Does this mean you don't want to try?"
Rob stared at the ducks swimming in the pond. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he thought about the situation quietly. "Are you sure it's something you even want to get involved with? You could open your door one day to some guys in uniform telling you I got blown up in battle and not coming home. But not even in that extreme, I might not be around often. You need to be away with your job. Is it logically even possible?"
Leila shifted to rest her legs over his, moving closer to him as she held his hand in her lap. She looked at him, studying his face from behind her glasses. "I think the thing you need to know about me coming back to New York this time is that I have things to stay for, to make me want to settle. Luke's in Princeton, but Andy's here. He's about to be a dad, and he is already a dad. He's got a family of his own that I want to know. I want to be around my cousins again, I need a family connection. I need some friends... I don't know about the work situation yet, but the joys of being freelance is that I can do whatever the fuck I want, when I want. If I don't want to leave New York again, I don't have to. I can find a way around it. So really, I'd be a constant, and you'd be the one moving around. And when it was time for you to switch bases again if we were even still together... I'd go with. So yeah, it's possible."
Rob listened to her closely, even if his stomach was niggling with different emotions. "I didn't think I'd ever want to date again after what my wife did to me. Which, you know, maybe I was stupid expecting her to even wait for me, and I guess that's confusing me. How can I possibly expect you to sit around and wait for me indefinitely? Then there was the whole thing where she was crying at me, telling me she didn't want me to die or go back because she wanted me with her. I believed her. I really did, and I felt awful about it. Turns out, she was only saying it to keep me around for other reasons. She didn't give a fuck if I got blown up. I just figured after all that, I'd be better off on my own."
He paused and let out a slow breath. "And then I needed a change, and got shipped to New York, and had my pal telling me I needed to get out, and maybe get laid. Casual sex seemed manageable, even if it didn't feel totally comfortable in my gut. The notion of it, anyway. I just never expected to meet someone like you. I felt safe in my little constructed bubble of convincing myself I never needed another relationship again, and now I feel like I've done a few rounds on a rollercoaster and got spat out the other end. I don't want you to get hurt."
Leila rest her head against his, and rubbed her thumb against the back of his hand. "I didn't really expect to meet you either, if that helps. And I hope you don't think I'm bullshitting, you but I don't want you to die. I don't really want you to get pulled away either, but I know it's part of your job, and who you are. I don't want to interfere. I don't want to lose this chance, either. Does that... Does it make sense? I wouldn't cheat on you. I can actually not have my life revolve around sex. Besides, there are toys for that kind of thing, even if the real deal is so much better."
Rob shook his head. "It never crossed my mind that you would cheat on me, believe it or not. I ain't so naive to think everyone is going to be like her, even if it hurt like hell. That's the whole thing, though. This is me, and I am going to get pulled away, for long periods of time a lot of the time. There will be times I don't even have contact at all, times you might worry something has happened to me. No news is usually okay, though. If something happened, there would be news. Thank god for small mercies, huh?" The conversation was making him feel a little tired, but he felt less uptight now he had revealed what was on his mind. "Then there is the nights I'm home, but could be keeping you up with weird nightmares. I don't usually remember much about them when I wake up. It's just a price you pay for seeing the things you do in battle. I guess I'm just trying to say that it's not that I don't want to try, I'm just confused about exactly how I'm supposed to be feeling. That's what I mean when I told you the other morning that I thought you might be able to help me out with some of it."
Leila switched her hands, taking his with her left as she looped her right arm around his shoulders and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I wish I knew exactly what to say, but I'm kind of making this up as I go. I couldn't exactly prepare when I didn't know what you were going to say. If you say no news is good news, I'll believe you and I'll do everything in my power to stay distracted and not sit around worrying. I'm not good at the sitting around part anyway, but I'll wait for you. And the nightmares... well, I don't care about you waking me up. Part of being with someone is helping them through, and helping them cope."
Rob was looking at her with a small disbelieving smile on his face. "Are you sure about all of this? I ain't expecting you to make any immediate choices. Y'all can go away and chat to your cousins about it, or think it over. I ain't gonna be judging you that if you need it. This is hard. I know it is, and it sucks. I wish I didn't come with all the bells and whistles because I really enjoy being with you, and God knows you make me feel real good. But this is a lot to take in. There's no pressure, yeah?"
Leila nodded, her blue eyes fixed on his. "Yeah, I know. And I want to thank you for giving me time. Luke's worried it's a fascination thing, but I don't think it is. It feels different. I like being with you, I like being around. The whole being shipped off thing is scary, I won't lie. But I don't know, it's a price that might be worth paying. I don't... I don't want to stop being able to get to know you. You know? I want whatever chance I got to see where this could head."
"Yeah, I know," Rob murmured, still watching her. He squeezed her hand. "And you gotta know, it's a two way street. It ain't like I'm just jumping on a bus and leaving without looking back. It's always hard for me to head out. I can stay in touch though. It's not total isolation the whole time. It ain't easy... it really ain't. I just wanted you to have an out if any of this that I've said is too much. I wouldn't blame you. You just gotta tell me."
Leila smiled at him, stealing a quick kiss. "How about we just agree on a safe word, so the moment it's too much for either of us we say it and we can work out what to do."
Rob laughed, looking at her curiously. "Like what? What if we accidentally say it in the middle of sex? You know, just as an example," he added in amusement.
Leila smirked. "Well, I don't know what random stuff you plan on calling out during sex, but how about something like 'bunyip'?"
Rob blinked and then was laughing again. "What the hell is a bunyip?"
Leila grinned, tilting her head as she rubbed her fingers against his back. "Think of it as an Australian boogey man. Only less man, more creature."
"Okay, well... do you think it's poignant that there is very little chance I'll actually remember that?" Rob asked, scratching his head with a smile.
"Sure, and I'll probably forget as well, or try saying turnip, or something. But at least it's a word that can't accidentally be screamed out during sex..." Leila smiled back at him. "So... you planning on asking me out on a date now?"
Rob dipped his head in agreement, smirking. "Well, I'm not a big fan of turnips, so I'll probably take a hint by that point." He laughed softly and sat up a little. "So, we've clarified this isn't just a sex thing so my penis doesn't drop off from lack of use? I just wanted you to know that it was very much not just a sex thing. It was company and affection, and you gave me a lot of what I needed that night. It meant a lot to me."
Leila laughed, her fingers moving up into Rob's hair as she massaged his scalp. She was just enjoying being here with him in the park more than anything. She couldn't remember the last time she'd just been with someone like this, just enjoying their company, and talking. "Yeah, I think so. Your penis doesn't need to be scared, but there's nothing wrong with including the sex in whatever this is. Hey, I was happy to help. I think maybe I needed the company and the affection side as well. It worked both ways."
Rob squeezed her hand again and nodded a little. "Then I would really love if you would come out to dinner with me. Maybe not tonight because my stomach would probably revolt against a nice steak right now, but over the next few days? If you don't have any plans, of course."
"I can change them," Leila replied. Her stomach gave a flip, and she wasn't sure if it was nerves, or excitement. Nerves because they seemed to be on the verge of something, and excitement because she couldn't wait. "For this, I can definitely change them."
Rob grinned and kissed her softly. "Okay, well, how about you choose a place, and let me know? I can take it from there. Only, I don't want to accidentally pick a dive because I don't know New York very well," he told her.
Leila leaned forward as if her lips were magnetised to his and kissed him again. "I'll see what I can do. Meantime, you better not be indulging in anymore Cosmos. I want you in one piece."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 3,049