Ricardo yawns. After a long week of training and helping Alicia with some last-minute rehab to prepare for her return to touring with WWE, he's relieved to just lay here in the grass, staring up at the sun setting over the Texas landscape. He's not seen much of Alberto since his birthday, but that's ok. He's been busy too with work for Combate Americas and charity in Mexico, so Ricardo figures it's just as well. The busier Alberto keeps himself, the better. There's been more talk about his retiring from wrestling, which is a strange, empty feeling to Ricardo, but he doesn't blame him. He'd done it himself for awhile last year, focusing solely on training others until that old familiar itch began creeping down his spine, the need to go somewhere, experience some action again.
He hums as Alicia's soft legs appear in his vision, her wispy sundress brushing against his face as she eases down next to him, their heads close together as she too looks up at the sky as it bleeds orange, purple and red while the sun fades lower and lower. He finds her hand and squeezes it before turning to press a kiss to her shoulder as she giggles and runs fingers through his hair. "I thought you were going to donate this last week," she says, tugging softly on the lengthy strands.
He shrugs. "I was, but I'm not sure where to donate to that's trustworthy. I'm still searching." He shifts and kisses her palm before staring up at her. "You don't mind going to the wedding with me like this do you?" John was getting married the next evening, and they'd be flying out early in the morning to make it in time. Would've been sooner but everyone understands how tenuous the schedule of a wrestler is...
She laughs, then flushes softly. "Of course not! I love your hair like this, it's very sleek and frames your face well." Sitting up, she hovers over him and cups his jaw, searching his eyes with a small smile. "But you're handsome either way." She kisses him and his humming kind of moan is muffled as she settles down on top of him. "To think it'll be us next walking down that aisle," she muses, walking her fingers down the front of his shirt idly as he rubs her back.
"Maybe," he says with a soft smile, chuckling when she looks up at him in confusion, a faint pout crossing her lips. "Not that we're not getting married, that's a definite, it's just... the way they're going, Heath and Maryse may beat us there."
Expression clearing, she reaches up and kisses him again. "Say it again," she implores him softly and he kisses her again before obliging her.
"We're definitely getting married soon," he promises against her lips, feeling the brightness of her smile more than actually seeing it. "I love you, Alicia."
"I love you too," she hums. "I can't wait to be Alicia Rodriguez." She tangles their fingers together once more and he chuckles, kissing the top of her head.
"You mean I don't get to be Ricardo Fox? I am disappointed."
She laughs too and swats him, rolling her eyes. "So silly."
They spend the rest of the evening curled up together in the grass outside of their apartment, laughing at the pictures of the pre-wedding ridiculousness happening in California before getting up to finish packing and do other last minute things to prepare for the weekend ahead.