he moved away from the ledge and walked over to me. I turned around to press my back against the golden wall while my eyes locked onto his as he faced me.
"See? I could totally think up a whole narrative and everything. I should be an author," I determined with pride.
"Uh-huh," he replied. "What happens after I sweep you off your feet and give you that toe-curling kiss?"
"I didn't think that far," I admitted. "But it can lead to many avenues as long as we’ve got some alcohol involved."
"Tempting story," he quietly growled and suddenly I was in his arms as he scooped me up, bridal style. Words couldn't escape my lips fast enough as he kissed me firmly, but it was the wave of emotions that swarmed around me that left me moaning and my whole body shivering from his obvious affection.
To describe his feelings was beyond me as they alternated between intense passion, admiration, and immense love. I could still pick out the bits of anxiety about what was to come, and the relief of being in this new land with people he trusted.
It was a symphony of emotions that played a wonderful melody called Connor Giovani, and it only excited me to not only know this lovely man but to love him like the rest of my Notorious Four.
The empowerment I gained through the years to be in this present moment and be able to give him advice was spectacular to embrace. My growth continued to prove that the last six semesters had helped shape me into the woman I was now, and I was excited to be able to help my men grow while continuing to work on myself and the lingering issues I had with those who wanted nothing but disaster for me.
His kiss not only left my toes curling in tingling bliss, but I was both breathless and wishing we could take this somewhere more private.
"We should take a tour of the bedrooms," he reasoned with a soft whisper as his lips brushed mine.
"I agree," I purred as my lips curled into a smile. "Tours and more kisses."
"And some alcohol," he offered, which made me giggle.
"Let's add some ice cream?"
"Anything for our Brianne," he approved and kissed me gently.
"I like how you guys say our Brianne. Even when the others aren't around," I quietly mentioned as he began to carry me back inside.
"It's basically an agreement that stuck with us," Connor admitted. "We've shared lots of things since we were kids so we're used to it, but to claim you as ours feels extra special, and it proves that we're willing to commit to keeping you as our Notorious Queen for...well..." He began to blush as he tried to finish the sentence.
"For?"
"Ever?" he whispered with a sheepish grin. "I think we're still a little young to think that far but...you know what I mean," he concluded, his face only growing redder.
"It's kind of hot when you blush," I teased and kissed him. "Notorious Five forever!"
"That sounds so cheesy." He chuckled as I began to laugh.
"You know, when I thought about it in my mind, it sounded awesome but now that it's out there in the world, I take it back."
"Let's just make it into a badge or medal. We should get Finnick to make a logo or something. I think that's better than whatever that was."
"How about N5 Forever! Hmm, that sounds like a clothing store," I reasoned.
"I think you're referring to the clothing store that closed down ages ago. The Forever 21 store."
"Right, right," I remembered. "My sister got those clothes from the thrift store when she had to find something to wear during an assignment."
"You make it sound like a bad thing," he pointed out.
"She said they made her itch because they were too tight or something and then she burned them."
"Classic struggles of a Witchling Star agent, huh?" he concluded as he made his way to the fridge. "What do you wanna drink?"
"You can't open the door while holding-"
A swift gust of wind wrapped around us, lifting our hair before the door swung open, revealing the alcoholic beverages.
"You were saying?" he said in triumph.
"Show off," I mumbled but covered his lips with mine.
"You've been showing a lot of affection lately," he whispered, our lips still lightly pressed together before he kissed me.
"I don't know," I whispered. "Feel like showing my love more."
"I could get used to it," he whispered. He picked two random beers and closed the door.