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Veronica Zeller ([info]veronicas) wrote in [info]valesco,
Veronica had begun to worry that if Rich kept allowing his hair to grow, it would eventually become even longer than hers. She hadn't minded the scruffy mountain man look, but it was nice to be able to rake her fingers through his hair without worry of getting snagged on a knot. There had been a few instances where he had fallen asleep on her lap and she had taken to braiding his hair out of boredom, always telling him he was so pretty whenever he woke up. He never even got mad, which just made her grin even wider when he didn't realize what had happened until he went to look in the mirror.

She couldn't have been happier in the relationship she had with one of her best friends. Every day she woke up next to him, she asked herself why she had never thought she had a chance, or that he could never possible want anything more than a platonic relationship with her, since that was what they had for so long. The thought of losing him terrified her, and since they had both gotten the Valesco virus, she was much more concerned about his well being. She just didn't want to be overbearing or neurotic, so she didn't let on to how worried she actually got, even when he had something as minor as a cold.

Feeling his hand on her shoulder, she turned around to acknowledge his presence, snickering as she took the glass of wine from him. "Well, I know how much you love to feel heroic, so how can I refuse?" She gave him a grin, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss, quickly lifting her hand to wipe her lipstick from the bottom of his lower lip. She was glad he was so tall, since she could wear heels and not feel like a giant. He was only about an inch taller than she was, in her current footwear. Taking a sip of her wine, she looked around.

"This is quite the turn out." She looked over at him again. "I'm sure it would have been even more spectacular had the Wasps won the cup." She smiled at him again, trying to be supportive as she looped her arm through his, glad that he hadn't been too sour about how his team had placed at the end of the season.


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