Alicia frowns as she looks into her closet, poking aimlessly at the clothes within. "Ah, man," she breathes out, biting her thumb nail absently.
Ricardo stirs on the bed behind her and looks up from his phone. "What's up?" he wonders.
She sighs and turns to join him, a soft pout on her lips. "I just realized how many of my clothes aren't going to fit soon. I'm going to have so little to wear." She settles in close to him and closes her eyes as his fingers trail over her body, soothing, massaging, exploring. "I can't even go shopping now." She whines as he holds her close, burying her face in his neck. "Please save meeee."
He hums and kisses her shoulder. "Sofia will be able to come stay with us soon," he says. "She'll be able to help you, I'm sure." He chews on his lower lip for a few moments, trying to judge what he wants to say against her current mood, and leans closer. "But," he whispers in her ear, "you look great no matter what you're wearing- or not wearing, as the case may be- so try just to relax, ok? Everything'll work out."
She sighs and lightly swats at him, her lips up-turned into a smile. "Silly," she mumbles, pressing her face into his shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you too," he hums, still rubbing circles into her thighs, along her hips. She pulls away, for just a split second, before rolling over to straddle him. He stares up at her, fingers still at work even at this new angle, and she sighs slowly, brushing her hair out of her eyes to stare at him.
"Such a charmer," she teases him. "Always saying what all the girls want to hear, huh?"
"Only the one who matters," he says, starting to lose control over his lips, the tender thoughts he has whenever he looks at her, especially now. "Just you."
"Good answer," she says, leaning in and kissing him slowly, teasingly. "Perfect answer..." She nuzzles into his jaw, scrapes her teeth against his jaw up to his ear, and he sighs as she starts whispering to him in Spanish, some of his lessons clearly getting through to her. "What do you think?" she asks. "Maybe Sofia will be amused by my trying to learn?"
"Sofia will love it," Ricardo says softly, hands still moving, distracting them both. "Who wouldn't love anything to do with you, honestly?"
Alicia stares at him for a long, quiet moment, smile growing on her face before she moves, her fingers interlocking with his and squeezing tightly. "I'm gonna make you feel so good," she promises him, trailing her fingers down his shirt and pausing over how he quirks an eyebrow at her, his own touch warm and steady against her.
"You always do," he murmurs, chuckling as Alicia hums and dips in to kiss him, slow and lazy, teasing him until he parts his lips and gives in to her ministrations.
She beams at him and moves down, presses kisses along his arms, tracing the ink sprawling along his shoulders. "Do you think I should get a tattoo?" she wonders, her question immediately forgotten as she continues to focus on tasting him.
He mulls it over for a long moment, mind slow and buzzing the more she touches and kisses him. "If you want to," he manages. "It should be something really meaningful, though. Something exotic that complements your beauty."
Alicia stares up at him with dark, glimmering eyes, and he exhales slowly as she moves again, settles steadily against him, and kisses him once more. "I'm so glad I'm with you," she says, so many different emotions glimmering in her gaze that he feels overwhelmed by them all. "You make every stressful thing going on manageable, you make me feel safe and calm, and..." She sighs out a groan against his mouth, losing her words in another deep, heated kiss for a few moments. "We're so lucky..."
He watches her, eyes half-lidded, fingers trembling slightly against her, and he feels warm and happier than he has in a long, long time. "Yes," he breathes out, enjoying the tickle of her hair against his shoulders. "Yes, we are."