Gokudera opens his eyes and blinks a few times before sitting up, knocking over a vodka bottle as he does.
"Aydan?" He looks around and when he sees that Phoenix is no longer next to him, panic fills him. "AYDAN!"
The girl in question sticks her head out of the kitchen.
"So you're finally up." Phoenix smiles slightly. "Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
Gokudera blinks a few times in confusion.
"Y-You're still here?" He had been half sure that the night before had just been a dream. "What do you mean I talk in my sleep? I do not!"
Phoenix laughs and pulls her head back into the kitchen, smiling all the while.
"Well seeing as this is my apartment, yeah I'm still. And how would you know if you talk in your sleep? You were asleep at the time. Oh do you want waffles?"
"Well I don't..." Gokudera mumbles. "Y-Yeah, sure."
"You do, quite a bit actually. But don't worry, it wasn't anything embarrassing. Just random words, I couldn't make sense of anything" Phoenix walks out of the kitchen with two plates piled high with waffles and sits down next to Gokudera while passing him a plate. "My mom's recipe, enjoy."
She smiles as Gokudera takes the plate and drools a little.
"I'm so fucking hungry, you don't understand." He pours syrup over the waffles and pokes at them with a fork. "Who would've thought you were a real woman?" Gokudera stuffs a piece of waffle into his mouth and continues talking. "Onree real reeman can cook."
"Chew, swallow, and then talk."
Gokudera swallows.
"Sorry. I said 'only real woman can cook.'"
Phoenix stares at him for a second, eyebrow cocked and sighs.
"I should slap you. But I still feel bad about kicking you last night so I'll let it slide this time." Phoenix starts to eat her own waffle. "How is your ankle anyway?"
"It hurts like a motherfucker, thank you very much."
"Sorry." Phoenix gives Gokudera an apologetic look and puts her now empty plate to the side. "I can take a look at it if you want."
Gokudera lifts up his leg and holds it out to Phoenix.
"Kiss it an make it feel better."
He laughs and Phoenix smiles slightly.
"Don't tempt me." Phoenix gently takes Gokudera's ankle into her hands and begins to inspect the wound there. "Hayato about last night, I know you said you love me but..." She sighs. "I don't know...it just...it doesn't feel real, you know?"
Gokudera quickly hooks a hand behind Phoenix's head and brings her lips to his, kissing her gently.
"Why would you ever doubt me? I'm being sincere when I say 'I love you Aydan. I really do.'"
Phoenix smiles slightly.
"I've been alone for so long...trust doesn't come easy for me anymore. Especially when it deals with love." The girl kisses Gokudera back. "And as much as I would love to go down this road again, I think your leg is just a bit more important."
"I think my third leg is more important."
Gokudera smirks and Phoenix half glares at him.
"I will hurt you Hayato. You know that right. And you shouldn't distract the person who will soon be stitching up your leg. Things might go...badly."
Phoenix grins evilly as she stands and collects everything needed to fix Gokudera's leg.
"I'm just trying to distract myself, damn it. But come on, I know you like it when I'm suggestive." Gokudera grins up at Phoenix as she makes her way back over to him.
"You know...I kinda do." As she sits down Phoenix kisses Gokudera. "Now you are going to need to keep quiet while I do this, unless you want me to miss something that will lead to you not being able to walk." As Phoenix sets everything down she pauses for a second and looks Gokudera in the eye for a second. "I love you, Hayato."
Gokudera blushes as Phoenix sets to work on his leg.
"I...I love you too, Ay-FUCK!" Gokudera grabs on to his leg to ease the pain. "Why does your stitching always hurt like a mofo! Seriously!"
"Oh stop being such a baby." Phoenix grabs the bandages and begins to wrap them around Gokudera's ankle. "If you can't take this, Reaper's gonna kill you. Well, he'll try at least but I'm sure my knife in his throat would stop him."
"Oh please, Reaper's beatings are ten times better than your stitching. I'd rather fight him any day." Gokudera leans back on his hands while Phoenix wraps his ankle, his fingers brushing one of the empty bottles. "By the way, how many bottles did we drink last night? I can't remember shit after bandaging your hand."
"You do know that Reaper was going easy on you right? That he wanted to bring you back alive so that I go through some weird emotional thing...although I can get that through a good high." Phoenix shrugs. "But of course you're better than any drug I ever did." She smiles and sits back. "There, your ankle's stitched and bandaged. As for the vodka...I'd say between the two if us...fifteen bottles."
"...I don't whether I should be surprised that Reaper went easy on me, the cheesy 'You're better than any drug I've done' line or the fact that we downed like seven bottles each. Jesus we're gonna be fucked up parents one day."
"Oi, leave my cheesy line alone! It's true though, I feel better around you then I ever did when I was high...or drunk for that matter. And we'll only be bad parents if we make it out of this alive and seeing as that is almost impossible...well it's kind of a moot point."
Phoenix looks down sadly and Gokudera uses his thumb and index finger to lift her chin.
"Hey look at me." Gokudera looks into Phoenix's blue eyes. "We're gonna make it out of this alive." He kisses her gently, feeling her smile as he does so. "I'll make sure of it."
"You can't make sure we'll get out of this alive. The future is an unknown and if we die, we die." Phoenix shrugs. "And besides how are you going to stop Reaper? Didn't he beat you once already?"
The red-haired girl eyes Gokudera's ankle and when she looks back up at his face she sees that he was serious.
"I'm just trying to be optimistic here, Jesus." Gokudera sits back and folds his arms over his chest. "We're not gonna die. I still have a duty to fulfill as Juudaime's right-hand man. No matter what it takes, I won't let us die.
Phoenix gets a serious look in her eyes and when she speaks, her voice is in a monotone.
"Optimism just gets you killed quicker." She smiles. "And just so you know yes that was a joke and yes I know it sucked."
Phoenix kisses Gokudera before grabbing the plates and taking them to the kitchen.
Gokudera pouts as Phoenix leaves him.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." As he listens to the sounds of Phoenix washing of the dishes a sudden thought strikes him. "You know...this kinda feels like we're newlyweds..."
Gokudera's laugh is cut short by the sound of breaking glass in the kitchen.
"Ah! Damn it."
"What the hell? Take it easy there! I was just saying..."
Gokudera leans to the side a bit, trying to see into the kitchen without standing on his hurt leg.
"Yeah, yeah. I can see your point. You just took me by surprise is all." Phoenix goes silent for a second while she cleans up the broken glass. "OW! Damn it! Hayato, could you bring the bandages in here?"
"Jesus Christ." Gokudera picks up the bandages and limps in to the kitchen to find Phoenix holding a paper towel to her bleeding hand. "You're such a girl, ya know that?"
Phoenix glares at Gokudera and swipes the bandages out of his hand.
"Shut up."
The Italian teen smirks at Phoenix's glare.
"Hey I never said it was a bad thing."
Phoenix's glare melts into a soft smile and she begins to wrap the bandages around her hand and Gokudera can tell that she is thinking hard about something, so he contented himself to watching her. Gokudera was trying to decide exactly what shade of red the Irish girl's hair was when she looked at him.
"Hayato, why haven't you asked about my scars? I mean, I'm in a freaking tank top! You can see my scars and normally people ask, or stare, but you haven't done either. Why?"
Gokudera sighs, he couldn't believe this was what had been bothering her.
"'Cause I have them too. And I know how uncomfortable and difficult it can be to talk about them. So I'll just wait until you wanna tell me, and if don't ever want to then I'll respect that." A soft smile forms on his face. "You're beautiful to me anyway." Gokudera freezes and slaps himself across the face. "I think the Vodka's still fucking with my brain."
Phoenix blinks and smiles slightly.
"I'm not beautiful." She secures the bandages around her hand and goes over to Gokudera, poking him in the chest. "Don't slap yourself, that's my job."
"Oh shut up, you're gorgeous, okay?"
Phoenix smiles but shakes her head. "I'm really not though."
"Do I need to slap your shit?"
"Only if you wanna lose a hand."
"Tch. Then get your head on straight. You're pretty as fuck, so don't say otherwise."
Phoenix gets about an inch from Gokudera's face.
"Then don't say you're ugly."
"That was a dirty trick." Gokudera crosses his arms and Phoenix smiles.
"But effective."
"But seriously, I'm not as attractive as you are."
Phoenix leans in and pecks Gokudera on the lips.
"Well now, that is debatable."
She smiles.
"You constantly remind me why I love you so much."
He kisses her back, a bit more passionately.
"Which is something you haven't told me yet. And I'm curious. Why me?"
"I don't even know myself. It just sort of...hit me when you left for Chicago. I just knew that I didn't want you out of my life" He pecks her lips. "And this just feels...natural.
"Nice obscure answer." Phoenix wraps her arms around Gokudera's neck. "I like it."
Gokudera smiles as her arms rest against his shoulders and places his arms around her waist.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here? 'Cause honestly, I don't ever want to leave. I feel...peaceful right now. Which is pretty damn rare."
Phoenix shrugs and repositions her arms on his shoulders.
"Hell if I know. But I'm with you. I'm perfectly happy right here and I will be perfectly happy to stay right here."
She steps closer to him as if to emphasize her point.
"Wow, and I thought I was saying sappy shit." Gokudera snorts. "Can we just go back to making out? The pain in my ankle is giving me a headache. Or that could be from the alcohol..."
Phoenix rolls her eyes. "Such a guy answer."
She smirks and kisses him, grinning as he runs his hands through her hair. Gokudera kisses her back vigorously and Phoenix holds on to him tighter. Gokudera slowly moves one of his hands down lower and Phoenix pulls back slightly.
"You are really lucky I love you so much."
"Very lucky."
Gokudera laughs and kisses down Phoenix's jaw and Phoenix closes her eyes while tangling her hands in his hair.
"Whatever you're doing don't you dare stop."
Gokudera doesn't answer right away but instead sucks on a small area on Phoenix's neck, producing a bright pink spot.
"I wasn't planning on it."
He places his hands on her hips and pulls her body closer to his.
"Good."
She smiles and kisses him passionately, a kiss that Gokudera responds to in kind. As he feels his lower regions begin to react to the feel of her body against his Gokudera pulls back slightly.
"Before you kick my ass, that's my phone you're feeling. Okay?"
Phoenix pulls him back against her kissing him she does so.
"Of course it is."
Gokudera grins into the kiss.
"God I love you." Phoenix smiles at Gokudera's words and wraps her arms around Gokudera's torso, hugging him tightly. "And I'd pick you up and carry you off if my ankle wasn't fucked up."
Gokudera holds her close to him, convincing himself that she was really there through the sound of her breathing and the warmth of her skin. Phoenix rests her head against Gokudera's shoulder and smiles, she raises her head and whispers in his ear.
"Who said I would let you?"
Gokudera pulls back and gives Phoenix a confident look.
"You know you can't resist me. I know you can't."
He kisses her, biting her lower lip gently. Phoenix grins at the challenge.
"Well know, you've just given a challenge to an Irish woman, I have to try it now." She untangles herself from Gokudera and leaves the kitchen for about a minute before walking back in with a grin. "You're right, I can't."
Gokudera frowns.
"Now why the hell would you do that? I'm cold without you."
"Wow...That...that was horrible." Phoenix's nose crinkles and she smiles. "Well if you're so cold. Why don't you come and get me?"