Drive-in. [powered_otaku]

[sweetsalome]

    It was a nice, warm summer night, the sun had gone down and it had cooled down to the point where you could sit outside and not sweat.  The drive in, was two screens, a parking lot, and hills that surrounded the parking lot and gave a perfect view of the cars and the screen.  Salome had walked from her house, and bought two tickets before climbing up on one of the hills and spread the blanket her grandmother had given her.

A grandmother, yeah that was still weird.

Sitting down on the blanket, she put the basket down next to her and took out a bottle of water.  Once she took a long drink, she text messaged Hiro to know that she was there.  Hopefully he would be able to spot her.

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[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"There are cameras in the front and back of the house in New York, he'll ask me to come back home, he feels safer there." Taking a deep breath she pulls back and tucks hair behind her ear. It is a little surreal talking about these types of things. "If they see me walk out and not come back home, but you bring me back . . . Will that work?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes. You will leave the house and we will meet. Then we will appear in the house and I will take him away. When does your housekeeper go to the house? She should be the one who finds him gone. We will take some of his clothes, his wallet and his passport so that they will believe that he has left the country. We will be 'out all night' and quite visible at the same time. It would not be unusual to be out at parties all night or something like that?"

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"Rita comes in at six in the morning and then leaves at nine at night, she makes him breakfast and gives it to him at seven o'clock every morning." The more they talk about it, the more it makes sense and it seems all so easy. "We'll go out, have a nice dinner, and no one will ever suspect a thing. You won't mind if any photographers see us, do you?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Hiro shakes his head. "It would be even better for there to be pictures. That way there is proof of where we were. No one will ever suspect that we had anything to do with his disappearance. After dinner we should go to some club where the photographers will also see us. Dance all night."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"You'll dance with me?" Chuckling softly she presses her lips to his bottom lip and then smiles happily. "Why are you so willing to do this for me, Hiro? Sometimes I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you in my life."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Because I love you and I want you to be happy. I cannot bear the thought of him ever touching you again, of making that sweet boy a monster like him." He looks a little shy. "I have not been dancing in a long while. I may look a little silly."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"I don't want him to touch me again either, I don't even want to think about his hands on me. I am yours, Hiro, and the only person who touches me is you, and as for Jonba, I hope he doesn't inherit his father's genes." Taking a deep breath she kisses his forehead. "You will look fine, we'll be dancing together."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"His father's genes will not matter. If he is raised with love, he will live with love." His eyes are gentle. "He is also yours, remember. He will be like his mother - beautiful and good."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

She whimpers softly, and presses her cheek against his holding on to him tightly. "I love you, Hiro, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Thank you for having faith in me, for helping me. You are so good to me."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"Marry me," he says softly.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Sitting back, she stares at him her heart going a million miles a second. "Really?!" Her voice squeaks and she giggles, "me?!" She can't believe this.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

He slides from behind her and goes to one knee in front of the couch. "Will you marry me, Salome?"

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

All she can do is nod, and then she laughs. Laughing she slides off the couch and wraps her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Okay, yes! I will."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

Hiro hugs her close. "I am the happiest man in the world, sun goddess."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"I never thought anyone, you would, want me!" She's still laughing, and as she pulls back she gives him a wide grin. "If anyone asks, we weren't half naked . . . oh who cares!" Grabbing him, she kisses him passionately hard.

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

He teleports them to the bed. "First your birthday. You should have a huge party, invite all your friends." He hugs her close. "You should buy yourself the prettiest dress ever."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Grinning she stretches out on he bed, the hem of his tee-shit riding up her thighs as she moves. Her fingers slid up his bare back and she tugs on his arm slowly. "Will you invite all your friends? I've not met any of your fiends, or your sister. She won't have an issue with me, because I'm white or my age?"

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"I will definitely bring Ando and Chuck, if I can. Chuck may have to work or something that night, but I will try to make sure he is there. My sister will not care you are white, nor that you are a little younger than I am. After all, she likes Western men. I will invite the others, but I am not sure of any of their schedules."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"Of course, just as long as you are there, that's all that matters to me." Sitting up, she kisses his shoulder and then tugs him down on the bed next to her. "I just wanted to make sure, some families are weird about stuff like that."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"If my father were here he would probably roll his eyes as he did when my sister brought her boyfriends home. But he liked western women, too. After my mother died, I think he saw a couple, but it was never serious."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"My father likes every type, to sleep with, to fuck, but not to take home and certainly not to marry." Her voice is soft, her fingers moving through his silky hair. "Like all good Irish men, he's a bigot, since he's not a big enough asshole as it is."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"My father loved my mother, even if they were married by their families. He would never have looked at another woman. We all have our bigotries, but I choose not to be bigotted about a person's skin or nationality. I suppose I am bigotted about people who do wrong, especially to those I love."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Laughing slowly she closed her eyes and curled up against him. "No, that's not being bigoted, that's being a good, wonderful person. I think I would have liked your father, he sounds like such a loving person."

[powered-otaku.livejournal.com]

"My father was a quiet man usually. And very typically Japanese in the way he treated me. I always felt like I disappointed him. But I spoke to him on the day he died. He told me he was proud of me." His eyes are suspiciously bright. "He made me so happy. It broke my heart to let history go unchanged, but that was why I had to stay and find out who killed him."

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

"It must be very hard, to be able to see something like that and not being able to change it, or to stop it." Leaning forward she kisses his ear. "You got to speak to him before he died though, and now you know, without a doubt that he was proud of you. He would be crazy not to be. You are such a sweet, handsome man. I am proud of you."