Blackwood Grove- Saturday morning

[thatwaslucky]

The upside to this situation was that at least there was a talking and very informed cat who could tell Rey things like whether he'd rather stay here or at her place (here) and how to take care of plants (sure there were hollyhocks but there was a whole greenhouse, did she just leave that as is or what) and whether there was a witchcraft thing that would fix things (apparently not). This was all very helpful considering said hollyhocks could not communicate.

So Rey was watering her boyfriend. There was an audible sigh as she realized she'd spilled some water, and so she had to pick plant!Adrian up off the surface and set him closer to the edge in order to clean up the spill.

This was all ridiculous.

[For the plant]

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[witchoftheflesh]

Perhaps Rey had misjudged the distance when she set him down. Perhaps the surface wasn't as completely straight as it looked, and there was juuuuuuuuuuuuuust enough of an incline to have him slide off. Or perhaps whatever whims governed Fandom magic thought it would be hilarious. Whatever the reason, the pot of black hollyhocks tipped over the edge and fell towards the floor.

But it resulted in the heavy thud of a grown man's body, and not that of a medium-sized ceramic pot. The strangled argh! that happened in midair likely came from something else entirely.

[thatwaslucky]

And that sound was Rey having a small heart attack.

Maybe a medium heart attack.

"Adrian?" she said, moving to his side in a panic.

[witchoftheflesh]

Well, the sheepish smile he was turning up to her suggested that he was likely not in dire straits, at least?

"Hi Rey," he said. "Guessing from my lack of clothes and how my last memory is not of either of us being right here makes me think--hollyhocks again?"

[thatwaslucky]

"Hollyhocks again. I thought I just killed you," she said, and yeah, naked on the floor and all but she was still getting there down with him to hug him.

[witchoftheflesh]

Well, he was hardly going to complain about this state of events!

"Maybe that's what did it," he suggested, wrapping his arms around her. "Something to try for next time?"

[thatwaslucky]

"No! I was so careful this whole time," she said, pulling back. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

[witchoftheflesh]

"I'm fine," he promised, kissing her on the forehead. And then just kissing her. "I didn't fall far, just enough to be startled. And I feel very hydrated, so I'm guessing you took excellent care of me."

[thatwaslucky]

She'd answer in a second. She had to kiss him again first.

"I listened to Boston very closely," she told him.

To a degree that she probably couldn't talk about Adrian trying to keep her warm or making her a kitty blanket throne anymore.

[witchoftheflesh]

He would have to ask about that later. Probably. Maybe. Assuming he didn't get so very distracted he forgot about it entirely.

"Is that why we're here?" he murmured, grazing kisses along her hairline.

[thatwaslucky]

There was only a touch of a nod while he was doing that. Because she liked him doing that.

"He wanted to stay. And I thought you'd rather be home when you changed back," she said. "Hope you don't mind I was here that much."

She didn't think he would.

[witchoftheflesh]

"Oh no, a Rey in my house," he said with a warm chuckle--and then didn't say the thought that had occurred to him almost immediately on the heels of it. "You're good to change back to," he said again, a little hoarsely.

Probably just from disuse, being a hollyhock and all.

[thatwaslucky]

There was a decent chance she'd had the same thought in the last couple weeks.

She brought her hand up to his face, stroking her thumb along his cheekbone. "I missed you," she said softly. "A lot."

A lot.

[witchoftheflesh]

"How long?" he murmured, catching her hand and angling to press a kiss against her palm.

[thatwaslucky]

"Two weeks," she said, smiling softly. "I think that's the longest we've been apart."

And if he did catch that it looked like she'd been around for a while, it was because she had.