"Frick!"
She looked down at her phone, saw the nominations. She was bitterly disappointed.
He deserved to be nominated. His creativity was absolute genius, and he deserved to be recognized for it.
Nothing against pinky promise ….but…
"Why so sad, mustang ?"
She looked up, saw him in the doorway. It took a minute for her heart to resume it's usual beat.
He always seemed to do that to her, though, so she supposed she should get used to it.
"You weren't nominated for an Grammy . pinky promise was."
"Ahhh," he said, running his hands through his wet hair. "Oh, well." He walked over to her on the hotel bed, the towel around his waist not doing nearly enough to cover his physical beauty.
"'Oh well? Aren't you upset? Mad? I'm furious!" She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in absolute frustration. "You deserved to be nominated, Damon !"
He wondered if she knew how outrageously beautiful she was right now. Her breath was coming rapidly, her eyes were stormy, her hair tousled from his hands after last night's loving.
Does she know she owns me?, he thought. Body and soul? Does she know?
Her ire at his lack of recognition, the complete frustration on his behalf - it soothed him in a way that was unfamiliar and yet…absolutely divine. Here was this woman, this tiny woman - a woman that he meet at a kegger and the pizza shack two years ago - she was furious.
On his behalf.
What did he do to deserve her?
"Emily, I don't care about the Grammys ," he stated, kneeling at her feet. She looked down at him, confusion plain on her face.
"But, Damon, you deserve -"
" - what I've got right now. Here" He cupped her face, brought her closer to kiss her adorable nose. "I don't need an Grammy . I've got what I need right here ."
"But, babe-"
"Hey, hey, hey," he shushed her, rising up on his knees, "I'm okay. Would it have been nice to have been recognized? Sure," he mused, his eyes direct and sincere. "But none of that compares to what I ended up getting."
Her forehead puckered in question.
"You, honey," he whispered, their foreheads touching. "I got you."
The smile she gave him was absolutely breathtaking.
She giggled softly, hiding her face in his neck. The intensity of his emotions almost always overwhelmed her - she who lived with routine and balance for most of her life. But he inspired so much inside her - she didn't know that she could love this much. This much, this hard.
He wasn't a perfect man. By any means.
But - the way he loved her? The way she loved him in return?
It was the most precious thing in her world.
She picked her head up, threaded her hands in his hair.
"I'm still really sorry, baby," she breathed. "Your songwriting was brilliant, & I'm sorry they couldn't see or hear it ."
He smiled softly, pulling her close. He pushed her hair to one side, kissing the sides of her neck so she shivered slightly.
"I know, honey," he whispered, directly in her ear