Disciple A/N: Divorces... SUCK!
SOTM:To be clear, I write everything but Disciple / Dom scenes. If you want certain things with certain characters please message the appropriate author.
He woke up much later the next day confused but comfortable, more so than he had felt in years. Ulysses felt like he was floating. He could feel something soft touching his face and hair, it was soothing and pulling him from the deep sleep he was in. He opened his eyes and saw Mina's smiling face above him, she was running her hands through his hair and caressing his face and chest and her big green eyes watching him.
He licked his lips and swallowed, trying to get the dryness out of his mouth. "Angel…" he rasped.
She smiled at him and gave a small snort, "Pfft. Far from it."
She was sitting cross legged at the head of the bed with his head in her lap. He looked around the room, it was picturesque. The window was open, and a cool breeze was coming through, he could see the curtains billowing and the sun setting every time they moved.
"If I'm not dead and this isn't heaven…. May I never wake from this dream." He looked back up to her lovingly.
Her smile widened, yet she did not answer.
Ulysses reached his right hand up and traced her lips with his fingertips. "You're safe." He said more to himself than to her.
She grabbed his hand and put his palm flat to her cheek, nuzzling it. "Yes, because of you. Thank you."
"I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
Ulysses brought her face down slowly to his, and she let him lead her. She was upside down to him but they tilted their heads opposite directions. She felt his hot breath on her lips and softly pressed hers against his.
Ulysses sighed lightly and opened his mouth when her tongue traced his bottom lip. He felt a spark of something shoot down his body all the way to his toes when their tongues met. He silently prayed that it was the same for her.
It was clean, simple, pure. Nothing overly sexual but it was still intense. Mina was the one that pulled back first, looking down at the smile playing on the corners of his mouth.
"How are you feeling?" she asked then kissed the palm of his hand.
"Better than I've felt in years. What happened?" his thumb traced her lips.
She sighed and shook her head, "It's a long fucking story."
He felt his body physically jump off the bed, his hand reaching out to Mina's worried hand. Instead he felt cold hard metal and something smooth. He jolted awake at the source of cool against his skin. He sat up quickly and looked around the room.
He was in his office, sitting on the couch where he had fallen asleep with the broken glass and damaged furniture around him. Looking down, he saw that it was his .45 in his hand, not Mina's smaller one that he swore he felt touching him.
He set the gun down on the couch next to him and rubbed both hands over his face, "What the fuck?"
It felt real, so real that he could smell her hair product or perfume faintly. She hadn't been there; he'd known if she was because he wouldn't have ever let her leave.
He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, running a hand through his already messy hair, "Bokkie…"
His mind raced, trying to remember what happened yesterday. Ulysses was prone to have anger issues, and sometimes he forgot what set him off in the first place. He looked around and saw all the monitors still broken and one of them smoking from his arm canon blowing half of it through the wall.
His mind still foggy he shook his head and stood up slowly, tucking his gun back in the back of his pants. He couldn't stop replaying his dream over in his mind. It felt too real for him, as if it were a memory. Had he met her before? There was no way he could forget something like that until now.
Ulysses didn't know what he was doing or where he was going, he let his feet take him where his thoughts wanted him to go. When was the last time he ate?
Mina was hungry, and the basic things in her fridge that had been stocked for her prior to her moving in. She was not in the mood for bacon and eggs or a ham and cheese sandwich, which seemed to be all Frank lived on; accompanied by booze and coffee of course. She saw a restaurant area of the casino earlier and thought a traditional dinner would be amazing given she's lived off junk food and liquor for the past few weeks.
She wandered down to the third floor where all the shops and restaurants started. It was late, sometime around three in the morning but being that it was a casino, there were still open shops and a few tourists walking around. Vegas truly never slept.
Mina was getting frustrated that most of the restaurants were closed for a few hours to clean and stock. She walked up to one that she had the most interest in and sighed in frustration as she read the closed sign.
"Seriously?" she rubbed her brow and looked around again.
Now she had no dinner and no means to make it. There wasn't a grocery store built into the Casino that she knew of, and she wasn't about to ask Disciple to make a store run for her given their tense relationship thus far. She figured if he owned the Casino, then he must own the restaurants. After all, he did say the only place he had no claim on was the club. He also did tell her that she could do whatever she wanted, as long as she stayed inside the casino. All she needed was to get some ingredients and she could go back to her apartment and have a decent meal for once.
She looked around for any signs of security as she casually walked through a side maintenance door labeled, 'STAFF ONLY'.
She quickly walked through the servicing hallways and to her luck, the door was unlocked, and she found herself in the dishwashing and laundry area of the restaurant called 'Marius''. Mina searched around the wall in darkness for a light switch but found none.
"Shit!" she cursed quietly as she made her way along the walls looking for a fridge handle, "ah-hah!"
She pulled the large metal doors open and let the light fill the kitchen. Her eyes widened as she found nothing but high-quality ingredients and an organized dated system, "Oh shit, fucking Gordon Ramsey up in this bitch."
She grabbed a few sticks of butter, some chicken breasts and fresh herbs. When she turned around from gathering a few small potatoes, she dropped them and screamed.
"Who the hell are you?" a man with dark hair and a nice business suit with a cane was standing at the doorway, having just flicked on the lights. He was older, most likely in his late sixties. His suit was black with a white pressed dress shirt and a dark peacock feather print ascot beneath his unbuttoned collar. His cane was made of black wood with a silver polished handle and end that clicked loudly every time he took a step.
"Mina," She replied and kept the distance of the counter between them, "Who the hell are you?"
"Marius," he said and pointed to the stack of menus sitting nearby with his name on them, "What the hell are you doing in my kitchen?"
Mina sighed and slumped her shoulders, "Alright, let's get it over with."
He tapped his cane on the floor with a loud clank, "What the hell are you talking about? Get what over with?"
"Call Disciple and rat me out. Like everyone else does," she sighed and threw her hands up, "but I swear I was just needing groceries and I was gonna leave the money right here."
"Look, I ain't a charity case or a weird homeless person," Mina took out a wad of cash and threw it on the steel prep counter between them. Marius remained silent as he listened to her rant.
"You know it's hard enough being new here and being told you can't leave," her eyes started watering, "and I don't have a phone. I'm stuck in this stupid casino and I just wanted a home-cooked meal."
"What would you have made?" he nodded to the ingredients she left on the counter, "what is a home-cooked meal to you?" he hoped he could get the young girl to calm down and stop crying. Obviously, she was one of Disciple's little wayward mutants who was having a hard time fitting in.
"Tuscan chicken with creamy potatoes," she admitted, "But I couldn't find the cream."
He tilted his head, "What are you doing?"
"Putting everything where I found it. Unless you want me to throw it away. I washed my hands, I swear."
"I didn't say to do that," he put his hand up then pointed towards the large gas stove, "In fact, I want you to cook for me."
"Huh?"
"The cream is in the fridge over there," he pointed across the room and put both of his hands back on the handle of his cane before him with a haughty look.
"Call it a trade," he gave her a small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, "I'll let you use my ingredients as long as you cook for me."
She bit her lip and looked down at the food she so desperately wanted to eat, "You won't tell Disciple?"
"Scotus's honor," he put a hand to his chest and have a bow, "Besides, I'm down a chef. If you impress enough, you may come out of this with a job."
"I said I wasn't a charity case," Mina crossed her arms and scowled, "I don't need a job."
Marius stepped around the counter, "Never said you were. But what I did hear is that you can't leave. Which tells me that sooner or later, you are going to get bored if you haven't already. You love to cook, yes?"
"Can I listen to music while I cook?" she bit her lip.
He pointed to the small shelf over the prep station, "The radio is over there, I warn you though, it only plays Tom Jones."
"Oh, is it broken?"
"No, I asked Disciple to get me a radio that only plays Tom Jones," he smiled and took a seat on a stool near the counter as he watched her begin to work.
Ulysses walked into the front door of the closed restaurant like he owned the place. Still in a bad mood but adding hungry to the list of things was not a good idea. He messaged his personal Chef to have a meal prepared for him. Normally he had the meals brought to him, but he needed to get out of his office. Otherwise, the workers wouldn't have time to repair and replace everything he broke.
"Ik ben heir!" he called out in Dutch, announcing his arrival. Sitting at the only candlelit table with a gold trimmed white tablecloth and a small array of flowers in the center.
"Mr. Klaue," Marius stepped out from the back silver and black doors that led to the kitchen, "dining alone tonight?"
"Ya," he said in his rarely used Dutch accent, "What's on the menu tonight?"
The older man grabbed a wineglass from behind the bar and he passed, already holding an expensive bottle of wine under his arm. He set his cane down against the other side of the table and set the glass down in front of Ulysses, "A chilled French Chardonnay to pair nicely with tonight's menu."
"Come sit with me," Ulysses motioned to the chair across from him, "I would have your company tonight, Marius."
After he popped the cork and poured his friend a glass, he set the wine down in the chilled ice bowl on the table, "I'm afraid I must decline tonight, Mr. Klaue. I'm afraid I have other duties to attend to."
Ulysses waved him off and pulled his phone out. He had a habit of logging into the security feed through his phone, looking for a glimpse of the girl who got away. He sipped his wine as he swiped through the hundreds of cameras in the Casino, Hotel and Club.
When Marius returned, he set down an expensive looking dish. A while plate with golden trim, "Tonight's menu; Herb Crusted Tuscan Chicken with potatoes, covered in a garlic cream sauce."
Ulysses usually hummed or grunted in acknowledgement without looking up from his phone, but the smell made him lift his head and look before he inhaled what was put in front of him. He looked up to Marius, "Not looking for a raise, are you?"
"I do need to hire more staff," Marius mused and watched his employer eat the meal cooked by the girl he found stealing from him.
He grabbed a knife and carefully put his fork in his prosthetic. He sometimes had trouble getting his fingers to cooperate but refused to ask for help. Using the knife as more of a shredding assistant, he dipped the chicken in the sauce before taking a large bite.
"You've outdone yourself this time," Ulysses complimented and lifted his glass to Marius as a toast before taking a sip.
"I wish I could take the honors," Marius bowed and made his exit, "enjoy your meal."
Ulysses scowled but his mouth was too full to comment. Marius walked back to the kitchen, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Who the hell cooked this amazing meal, then?
"Well?" Mina said when he returned. She was finishing up plating her own meal and turning off the burners.
"Compliments to the chef." He tucked his cane under his arm and gave a small gold clap.
She looked around, "Did you eat it already? Or you hate it that much you threw it away?"
He smirked, "I didn't get to try it, but the one who did absolutely enjoyed it."
Mina's jaw dropped, "But you wanted me to cook for you!"
"Exactly, I asked you to cook for me. You asked why I was here earlier," his smirk grew wider, "my investor wanted to stop by for a meal and a visit. You did the work for me."
She tilted her head and clicked her tongue, "Wow, you got me there. So, I guess I'll just take my plate to go then…"
"Nonsense, you can stay-"
The door to the kitchen opened again, "You deaf or you leave already?"
"Mr. Klaue," Marius turned to greet, "I didn't hear you calling. If you return to your table, I will be with you momentarily."
Ulysses stopped in his tracked when he saw Mina holding a pan and tongs over another plate of food, "You? You did this?" he pointed to the very empty plate in his hands, "I came to see if there was more."
"You two have met?" Marius looked between the two of them.
Ulysses remained silent, looking at Mina intently to see if she would lie again. Mina blushed and scolded Marius, "You didn't tell me I was cooking for him!" Ulysses gave her a flirtatious smirk and lifted a brow.
"Would it have mattered? A Chef must be able to cook for anyone," Marius shrugged nonchalantly.
"Of course, it matters!" Mina huffed and started to make another plate, taking the one from Ulysses and setting it in the tray of other dirty dishes, "I would have made it easier for him to eat."
She took another chicken breast out of the pan and placed it before her on a cutting board and sliced it into perfect bite sized cubes before plating and pouring the sauce on it. "I'm sorry, it must be difficult to cut anything with one arm."
His mouth was watering again, from the food and site of her preparing a dish just for him. He turned to Marius and pointed a thumb over his shoulder to the dining area, "Change of plans, Miss Hawkins will be my dinner guest tonight. If she will join me."
"The girl is under my care now," Marius said in a warning tone.
"I got the job?" She perked up.
"You need a job?" Ulysses asked in a surprised tone.
Marius knew Ulysses since he was a young man, when he first took over his father's archeological expedition and turned it into the black-market empire it is today. He would often have a craving for home, in Amsterdam where Marius owned a small café and Ulysses would visit. That's when Ulysses made him an offer to be his personal chef and investor. Marius always had bigger plans for his small café and Ulysses Klaue was the means to it. He also knew the type of man he was, with the various women he brought to dinner. He refused to see the same treatment and heartache befall the girl he just met.
"Yes, you start tomorrow night," he said to Mina, then turned to Ulysses, "I'll have to remind you that employees are-"
"I pay you to follow orders, not make me a fool in front of company." He gave Marius a dangerous look at he spoke in their native tongue. Ulysses scowled; how dare he insult him in front of Mina. She was looking between the two men and down at her plate, "You must be starving, please join me in enjoying this delicious meal you've prepared."
She gave him a blush and a small smile, "I don't want to intrude on your night."
"Of course not, it seems you have means to celebrate to night. I would very much like to celebrate with you," Ulysses stepped back and held the door open for her to walk through.
Marius grabbed both plates and walked past Ulysses with a look of distaste in his mouth, "It seems the decision has already been made, my dear. Please follow me to your seat."
Ulysses followed her to the table and pulled the chair out for her like the proper gentleman. This was the greatest thing to happen to him in weeks! He'd finally gotten the girl alone, and not for the things everyone thought he wanted.
"Another bottle of wine and another glass, if you would," he asked Marius as he sat down across from her and tucked his napkin in his lap. After Marius did as told, Ulysses gave him a final instruction, "Get some rest, Marius. Lock up behind you, I'll not have a perfect night interrupted."
Marius' back straightened, "Mr. Klaue, I prefer to stay."
"I will get her home safely,"He kept his eyes on Mina who returned a small smile.
"Thank you for everything, Marius. I'll talk to you tomorrow?" she looked up at him.
Marius placed his business card on the table in front of her, "Of course, have a pleasant evening. Call me if you need anything." He took his leave and did as told, turning off the lights in the kitchen and locking the doors behind him.
Ulysses was too busy looking at Mina to notice the daggers Marius was shooting at him with his eyes as he departed. He picked up his wine glass and held it up, "A toast, yeh? This is a celebration after all."
Mina picked up her glass and clinked it softly to his and took a sip, "Thank you, Mr. Klaue."
"You don't have to call me Mr. Klaue," he looked down at her untouched plate, "Please eat, I won't have your meal going cold."
He waited for her to take the first bite before he dug in himself. She tilted her head and looked at him as she chewed, "That's right, I remember you wanted me to call you something else."
He smirked at her as he sipped his wine, "Say it."
She ignored his statement, "Ulysses is too much of a mouthful."
"You bet I am," he said before catching himself. He was about to apologize for being inappropriate at the dinner table, but she started laughing, "Tell me Bokkie, why does a beautiful woman like yourself need a job for? Doesn't your sancho provide for you?"
"Sancho? Pfft." She rolled her eyes and thought of Cable or Colossus giving her a day at the spa, "If you haven't noticed, I'm new here and so it seems I will be staying for an unknown amount of time. I need a means to provide for myself."
He took his time chewing and swallowing his next bite of food. He didn't want to say something that upset her and scared her away from him. "I'm sorry to hear that Frank hasn't given you everything you need," the amused tone of his voice clearly gave away that he didn't like Frank much, "I know I certainly pay him enough. Disciple is my Liaison; he can get you anything you need."
Mina made a face at Disciple's name, "I'd rather not deal with him more than I have to. I've had about enough of his hospitality."
Ulysses set his fork down a little louder than intended, looking up at her over the bridge of his nose and asked her seriously, "He upset you. How?"
She shook her head, "I'm not here to get anyone in trouble. He's been more than fair with giving me a place to sleep and a wad of cash to start me off. I just have to figure it out from there."
"Tell me what you need," he asked and continued to eat as normal, "Let me help you figure it out."
"Thank you," She held her glass out for him to refill for her, "I would like to have a cellphone again. My last bad decision destroyed my old one. I'd very much rather people call or message me than stalk me and scare me."
"Lucky for you then, all employees get a company cellphone. You tell me the color and I'll make sure you get one first thing in the morning," he gave her a big smile in return.
"Really? That's amazing, thank you."
"What else do you have to figure out, huh?" he winked at her, "Tell Daddy what you need."
"I didn't see one but is there a grocery store in the casino?" she took another sip of her wine. Her cheeks were warm.
His eyes narrowed, "Disciple didn't tell you how it works? You leave your grocery list on the website or drop it off at the front desk and they have it delivered to your door."
She shook her head, "No, I mentioned his hospitality, right? I was told where I could and couldn't go and was told to stay out of trouble and never leave."
"I see. And Frank?"
She shook her head. She knew he was upset with what she was telling him of his employees, but she didn't want to upset his evening, "You're not going to fire them, are you?"
"Of course not, but I think a proper tour of the place and a warm introduction are necessary." He poured the rest of the bottle into their glasses, splitting it evenly between them, "Tell me what else they have told you."
"To stay away from you," She clicked her wine glass to him before taking another sip, "because you're dangerous."
Ulysses failed at hiding his anger, he threw his napkin on the table and leaned back in his chair, "Tell me Bokkie, what do you think?"
She licked her lips after finishing her glass of wine, "All men are dangerous, it's what side of that danger they put you on."
He tapped a finger on the table in thought, "I feel I need to clear the air, if you'll allow me."
"What's on your mind?"
"You know who I am, yes? You know what I've done?" he asked her bluntly, seeing her nod he continued, "But do you know the true story? What really happened?"
Shaking her head, "No one tells me anything. I'm shoved in a corner and told to stay still for my own good. Did you think I held it against you? We're talking of you hurting Piotr, correct?"
He scowled at her calling Colossus by his real name, "They tried to steal from me, kill me and my men. It was self-defense and I wasn't even aiming at him, Cable used him like the shiny metal shield he his."
Mina's jaw dropped but she quickly picked it up, "And what have they told you about me?"
"To stay away from you."
"Why?"
"Because I'm dangerous."
Her arm was locked in his as he gave her a tour of the Casino on their way back to her apartment, "I was told I couldn't go into your club, because it would be too dangerous for me."
"Nonsense, you can come any time. Better yet, you can come to my office and we can enjoy it from a better view. Or is that another dangerous place your boyfriend told you to avoid?" he sneered.
"Boyfriend? You know Disciple is with Domino, right?" she gave him a weird look, "Wait, you think that Frank and I are together?"
Ulysses stopped in his tracks, they were on the way to his office but stopped near the staff's quarters, "He was in my office earlier today listing all the reasons why I need to stay away from you."
"Frank likes me?"
This was not going where he wanted it to, "It seems like neither of us have had a chance to get to know each other first-hand."
"It's never been just me and you," She agreed, "This has been a pleasant night, if I'm to be honest."
He smiled at her and was about to lean in and kiss her but the door next to them opened, "Thanks for bringing her home, boss. I'll take it from here."
Ulysses was about to pull his gun when he saw the man he despised the most, but remembered his company, "Frank." Why the hell did he stop here in front of his door of all doors?!
Mina looked up at Frank with a confused and tipsy look, "Home? You said you didn't want a roommate."
"I thought it over, you brought up good points. Changed my mind," he said and stepped aside for her to enter his room, "You're right, I'm wrong. Isn't that what all women wanna hear?"
"Perhaps she needs to think about this when she's sober and had a chance to collect her things," Ulysses tried to butt in.
"I don't own anything here. This is all I have until I figure some stuff out," Mina admitted sheepishly and looked down to her skirt, blouse and slip-ons.
"Bokkie, all you had to do is say the word and I can help you figure this out," Ulysses said, which annoyed Frank.
"Don't need to, I've already got Disciple on it."
"Ordering her things isn't the same as taking her to pick out what she wants," Ulysses scowled, "I can take you tomorrow Bokkie, let me get you home-"
"There you are, Daddy."
Everyone's head shot towards the voice of the woman who quickly approached them. Ulysses scowled and tried to his anger with an awkward grimace, "Who the hell-"
"I've been looking for you, been wanting to catch up on round two." Jennica winked at Mina and put her hand on Ulysses chest.
"We're not-" he tried to tell Mina but she had already headed towards Frank.
"Looks like it's never just me and you after all, huh?" she gave him a sad smile and stepped inside Frank's room, the door closing quickly behind her.
Ulysses stood in shock with Jennica still rubbing herself against him. He stared at the door Mina just disappeared behind and started shaking with rage. He almost had her, he knew it! But now he just shoved her into Frank's arms for sure, because of Jennica.
"Last time was a warning," he said coldly.
"You gonna spank me, Daddy?"
"Don't call me that." He said as calmly as he could before ripping himself from her clutches and walking away.
Disciple had changed out of his professional attire and into his comfortable clothes of a black tank top, red striped Adidas pants and his black slip-ons that had been airbrushed with a design that was a series red lightning bolts. He was now sitting in his private lounge with a bottle of Scottish Scotch and a couple of freshly prepared joints sitting on the table. He was trying to calm down after what happened between him and Ulysses. He was furious that Ulysses lashed at him like that. Regardless of their business relationship and how many times he had bailed that man out, Ulysses still lashed out at him and made such accusations. Then to act like he owns every inch of the building just further aggravated him.
The only way he has ever been able to get a point across to Ulysses that they are business partners and equals, NOT boss and employee, was to stoop to his level and aggravate him right back. By doing that, he was going to take an extra day or two in getting the updated security features. Sure, he could make the call set a meeting for today to meet with their supplier of their security systems, Justin Reed, right now to get the spruced-up security systems but he wasn't going to. Disciple wasn't worried about not getting it. Justin would make the deal regardless because he and Lekan ran off the competition for him. Instead right now, he's going to wait.
At the moment. he just wanted to calm down and not worry about anymore bullshit for the time being. He took a drink of Scotch out of the bottle and was reaching for his lighter when he felt a familiar touch of finger tips across the exposed skin on his back. He sat up and glanced at the seat next to him as Domino sat down. He was relieved she was there. The only presence he was welcoming at the moment.
He gave her a kiss and went back to what he was doing. It was clear as day to her something upset him. As if it was instinctual, she began to massage his shoulders to calm him down. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths. He always liked to tell Domino that her was healing for him. He sometimes wondered if she might have a variation of Mina's powers and just doesn't know it.
She stopped for a moment when she saw the marks on his neck and looked at them in shock. They appeared to be chaffing and fingers prints. She had a feeling she knew who and what caused them but needed to hear it to know for sure. When Disciple grimaced, she released her grip. The moodiness and the hormones from being pregnant made her angrier than she should be. So, she remained silent and staring at his neck.
"What the hell happened?"
Disciple grunted. "The boss got mad at me," he answered as he placed his hands over her and slide them down to indicate he wanted her to continue.
She shook her head and continued to massage his shoulders. "He has no right grabbing you around the neck. Who cares who the fuck is after you? You haven't done anything to deserve that. You're the reason he even has business right now."
He leaned his head forward and replied. "I'm handling it, babe. Don't worry. The man forgets that I know what makes people tick and I'm going to do just that. He'll change his tune when I start pressing his buttons."
She chuckled at the thought. "Well, I'm honestly surprised you didn't shoot him."
He sighed and tilted his head to the side. "Thought about it."
"What stopped you?" she asked curiously.
"Frank was there," he simply answered.
She nodded. "Fair, enough. Why are you letting him get away with it?"
"Only for right now. Don't worry, when the time is it right," he was interrupted by her when she laughed.
"The bringer of karma, Hayward will strike." They both laughed.
Now that he was calm, Domino was going to try and capitalize on the moment to try and have a serious discussion with him. This would probably be the only time tonight that they would be alone. They hadn't really gotten to be alone since she arrived with Mina. He wasn't in the ideal mood but hopefully he was calm enough now. So she decided to approach the subject carefully. After a little bit longer of massaging his shoulders, she stopped and folded her hands in her lap. "Other than that, are you alright?"
He nodded. "Yea. I'll be alright. We'll move on from it as tomorrow is another day."
She took another deep breath. "Hayward, I think you should be more careful when Klaue is in a mood. Maybe not do so much risky stuff. Think of your family now."
He looked at her confused. "Mina is an adult and I am fairly certain, she hates me. You're my only family, Neena," he said and took her hand. "Are you wanting me to stop?" She knew he was serious when he used her real name and not a pet name or Domino.
She gently pressed the back of her fingers against his cheek. "Mina doesn't hate you. She just needs to get to know you. It's been rough for her to relax as you know," she assured him and continued. "As for stopping, I'm not telling you to do that. I would just like for you to slow down a bit. Pick and choose your missions is all."
He nodded and kissed the back of her hand after taking and holding it in his. He set down his lighter and leaned against her shoulder. Domino started to stroke his hair and took a deep breath.
"There is something important I need to talk to you about."
Disciple rolled his eyes and sighed. "I am done with serious conversations today," he said with an annoyed tone as he began to rub his temples. "Just keeps piling on. Just a day is all I ask. One day where everything runs smoothly," he whispered while trying to keep calm.
Domino sighed and looked away. She knew he was venting but wasn't sure how on edge he was. She didn't want to risk a negative reaction to what she had to tell him and decided it would wait a little bit longer. She wrapped her arms around him and comforted him. He finally put his arm around her and rocked in unison with her.
"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just frustrated. You are what is most important to me. What's up? What's going on."
She kissed his cheek and rested her cheek against his. "It can wait. Don't worry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yea. We'll talk when you haven't had such a rough day. It's fine."
She was upset because she knew that she needed to have this talk with him. Everything was screaming for her to do so but her anxiety got the best of her. It was definitely too risky tonight. It was probably for the best though. She shifted her focus to this rare moment where they were alone together and just enjoyed it. She promised herself it will be within the week though. They needed to talk.