flamesburned | The Apartment Above the Photo Hut

The last twenty four hours had been such a whirlwind - an amazing, wonderful whirlwind and Liz was still afraid that this was a dream, that she would wake up back in her room at Dr. Lecter’s and Prompto would be gone, still unaware that he was going to be a father.

After a while they found that they couldn’t stay awake and as nice as it was on the couch, the bed was much more comfortable and so they retreated to the bedroom with Prompto stopping to have a shower on the way before they both ended up in the bed. Liz had thought that she would never get to experience anything like this with Prompto again, she didn’t want to get her hopes up in case this was all just a very cruel dream.

For a long while they had just stayed there, not willing to let the other go or fall asleep but eventually Liz found herself falling asleep. She knew that it wasn’t realistic or healthy for her to stay awake, especially after the last few weeks of not sleeping properly but she was so afraid that she was dreaming this, that she wanted it so badly that she had started to dream that Prompto had returned to Fandom.

When Liz woke the next morning, she was expecting to wake up alone but then she felt Prompto move beside her, snuggled up against her and she had to stop herself from crying.

Everything was real.

She was with Prompto again.

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Just when Prompto didn't think that gaping chasm of guilt in his chest could get any deeper. He barely managed to stuff the pained whimper at her words down into it, trying to be stronger that that, so Liz didn't end up feeling bad about any of it, too.

"We're together," he assured her firmly. "You're not alone. And I don't plan on going anywhere."

Liz let out another sob as she heard those words and she rested her head back on his chest, comforted in Prompto’s assurance that he wasn’t going anywhere, she was still clinging as tight as she could to Prompto … she wasn’t sure if she was clinging to tight now.

“I … “ she started to say and then was silent, still unsure how to process her thoughts as she lay there against his chest. “I …”

She closed her eyes, trying to remember to breathe and took several deep breaths.

“I love you,” she said again, she was going to keep saying it, as many times as she could, “I …I’m so happy that you’re back, that you’re here … “

She fell silent again, those tears now falling onto Prompto’s chest as she lay there.

It was still so weird to be crying tears of joy and happiness after all this time.

"Me, too, Liz," Prompto said quietly, feeling like all he could really do, all he hopefully needed to do, in that moment, was just hold her and do the one thing he hadn't been able to do for these past few months/ten years, and that was just... be there. Something he apparently wasn't very great at, but, right then? He felt he was doing pretty well with it. "Me, too...

"I love you, too..."

It really couldn't be overstated, could it?

It really couldn’t.

Liz lay there quietly, feeling comforted just being in Prompto’s embrace again, she had imagined this moment for so long … had hardly dared to hope that she would ever get to experience it again and now that she was here with Prompto in their bedroom…

She let out another sob.

“I never thought that we would be back in this apartment again,” she said softly and then another thought came to her, “oh … I never told Dr. Lecter where I was yesterday,” she realised, “I missed dinner … all my stuff is over there still…”

Well it was a couple of thoughts.

A couple of thoughts that reminded Prompto that, while it hadn't been nearly as long for her, it had still been a few months, and that Liz had a whole...thing going on now, that didn't include him, and here he was, just showing up out of nowhere to throw everything...off. Granted, by now, it definitely seemed like that thing was definitely Plan B, and him being here (a thought that came with a complicated knot in his chest tightening) was preferred. But still...

"Do you think he'll be worried?" Prompto asked, quietly, eventually.

“I …” Liz took a deep breath as she looked up at Prompto, “I don’t know,” she admitted.

“I … I’ve always let him know when I’ve had other arrangements,” she paused, not that she’d had that many other arrangements to make in the last few months but one of his rules had been that she turn up to dinner every night.

“I mean, I’m - I’m sure he’ll understand,” she said quietly

"You could always tell him it wasn't your fault," Prompto offered, grinning faintly despite himself. "That I totally kidnapped you, you didn't have a choice."

He was pretty sure Dr. Lecter would understand (and would be seriously questioning the man's logic if he didn't), but this was funnier.

Liz did manage to giggle at that and she gave a small smile, “well I think that can be my alternative response when I try to explain everything,” she considered, “I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to have a back up response right?”

Not that she thought she’d need it but she felt it didn’t hurt to be prepared.

"Always good to have a back-up plan," Prompto agreed, his fingers having found their way up from Liz's arm to her hair again, as he found himself jut settling, once more, in that comfortable silence, not even tempted to fill it with the inane sort of chatter he might have usually offered. It was enough to just be there with her, and to just revel in that fact.

Liz’s smile widened and she rested her head back down on Prompto’s chest, not feeling as worried now about trying to explain everything to Dr. Lecter.

She let out a soft murmur of contentment and not knowing what else to say ,she enjoyed the sensation of Prompto’s hand in her hair … she had missed that feeling and she closed her eyes to enjoy the familiarity and comfort of it again.

The Apartment Above the Photo Hut - Friday Morning

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