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“God fucking damn it.” Blitz mutters, flipping open another folder on his desk and looking over the papers inside. They had been straight out with work the last two weeks and it was amazing! But it also meant a shit ton of paperwork for Blitz. Who knew running a business would be this much bullshit?!
“Come in,” Blitz says, not looking up when there is a knock on the door.
“Um, is there anything else you need before we leave sir?” Moxie asks, opening the door.
“A blowjob,” Blitz mutters.
“What?”
“Nothing Mox, thanks for today. You two head home, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Blitz says with a wave not looking up from the papers. Pulling out his phone he searches for the meaning of a twelve letter word he’s never seen before.
“Alright sir, good night.” he says leaving.
“Night.”
“Night Loona, see you tomorrow.” Moxxie says with a wave, Loona just flips him off as she flips through her phone. When she’s done checking her Sinstagram she checks in on her adoptive father to see if he’s done.
“You can head home Loony, I’ll get a cab.” Blitz says, running his hands over his face in anguish.
“Don’t you need me to drop you off at the palace?” she asks with a raised eyebrow. Somehow it had also become her job to make sure Blitz got to his booty calls on time. It seems about the right time to ask him for another raise.
“Fuck! Is it that time again?!” Blitz asks, looking at the calendar on the wall. A little owl scribbled in today’s space.
“Yep!”
“Damn it! Leave the book. I’ll head over when I get this done.”
“Suit yourself!” she says with a wave and leaves. The large book in question is tossed on the meeting table in front of his desk. Blitz finishes off the rest of his iced coffee before once again turning his eyes back to the shitty paper work in front of him. It shouldn’t take him too long to get through it all, and he will be out of there.
……..
Only two more files to go! Blitz mentally cheers himself on. He hadn’t looked up from his desk after the others had left. Just a few more minutes and he’ll head out. His phone screams at him and he answers without checking who it is.
“WHAT?!”
“Hello Blitzy!” Stolas’s ever cheerful voice sings at him from the other end.
“Stolas?” Blitz asks, confused. The bird never calls on booty nights. Usually too busy preening or some shit.
“Yes dear, just wondering what time you were coming over?” Stolas purrs.
“Same as every night. Why?”
“Well, you're an hour late. Just wondering if something happened?” Stolas asks sweetly.
“Shit! Fuck! No! Just doing paperwork and lost track of time.” he grumbles looking out the window. With the shorter days as winter arrives(as much of a winter as hell can get) he’s losing track of time. It seems dark all the time.
“You are still at the office?” Stolas asks.
“Ya.”
“Hmmm…. Are you going to still be there in another twenty minutes?” Stolas asks.
“I can leave now.” Blitz says moving to close the file open in front of him.
“No no! That is not what I am asking! Are you still going to be in the office in twenty minutes?” Stolas repeats.
“Yes?” Blitz says confused.
“Good! I’ll be there in twenty.” he says cheerfully as he hangs up.
“What the fuck this time?” Blitz grumbles and goes back to work.
Twenty minutes later there is a flicker of light and in front of his desk stands Stolas with a large basket in hand.
“I thought perhaps you hadn’t eaten anything yet, so I had the cooks make us a little something.” Stolas explains looking nervous.
Blitz is about to refuse when the smell of whatever the fuck is in the basket hits his noes and makes his mouth water.
“Maybe just a quick break wouldn't hurt,” he says, coming around the desk and joining Stolas at the large meeting table where he’s unpacking the food. The basket has it all, from food to plates and napkins. Tablecloth and candles. Stolas uncorks a bottle of wine and pours them both a glass.
Blitz only recognizes part of what Stolas is plating up for him. It looks like something from the earth realm, but with a few hell ingredients sprinkled in. chicken, hell spices, peppers, tomatoes, onions, in some kind of a cream sauce and all of that over a steaming bed of red rice.
“Cheers!” Stolas says, holding up his glass to toast.
“Cheers?” Blitz echos.
“Cheers?” Stolas repeats shyly.
“Cheers to what?” Blitz asks.
“How about… ummm… good food and good company.” he says after a moment.
Blitz snickers, “food and company.” he says clinking his glass with Stolas.
The meal is mostly silent as they eat. Blitz finally realizing how hungry he actually was cleans his plate before Stolas finishes half of his.
“Help yourself to as much as you like! Actually I’ll leave the rest here for your coworkers. There is a fridge in the other room, correct?” Stolas asks.
“Ya, they'll love that,” Blitz says, piling up another plate knowing full well that if he doesn’t finish it off, Loona will the next morning.
……..
“Oh, that was good!” Blitz moans, patting his belly. He’s so content he could purr.
“Room for dessert?” Stolas asks, digging in the basket again.
“Maybe, depends.”
“Chocolate chip cookies. Still warm from the oven.” Stolas says retrieving a plate of five and setting them on the table in front of them.
“Oh ya!” Blitz says grabbing one and taking a bite. How long had it been since he had these? It is warm and melts in his mouth.
“Is something the matter?” Stolas asks concerned.
“No, why?” Blitz asks around a mouthful of cookie.
“You're crying.” Stolas says, reaching over and wiping a tear off of Blitz’s cheek with his thumb.
Blitz wipes at his face with his hand, it comes back wet with tears.
“Weird,” he says, putting the cookie down and wiping at his face again. His cheeks are dry for a moment before new tears spill down them.
“They won’t stop,” he says, trying to dry his eyes with a cloth napkin from the basket.
“Is it an allergic reaction?” Stolas asks concerned, coming around the table and sitting in a chair next to the imp.
“I don’t think so.... Damn it!” Blitz says, becoming frustrated. His hands were starting to shake and his heart starts to hammer in his chest. Why did it feel like he was starting to have a panic attack?! He tries to keep his breathing calm. A feeling of sudden dread and loss in the pit of his stomach makes him want to throw up.
“Blitz? When was the last time you had these?” Stolas asks. Blitz jumps not realizing the owl prince had moved to sit next to him. What kind of a question was that?! Racking his flustered brain he tries to remember.
“It’s been a while. Mom died that day... oh.” Blitz says as all that trauma rushes back in one glorious wave. Fuck! He avoided them since that day for this reason! How could he fucking forget that!? A complete lifetime of avoiding one of the rarest things in hell and he fucking forgot?! How the hell do you just forget you HATE something like that for that specific reason?!
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trigger bad memories.” Stolas says softly.
“It’s fine, it was a long time ago.” Blitz says, turning his head away.
“That doesn’t change the pain. You seem to have a few tears left.” Stolas says running a hand up and down Blitz back, trying to be comforting. Blitz tries to ignore how gentle it is. How much it makes him feel better.
“For me, it's butterscotch pie. My grandmama would have it every Saturday evening while watching Hellanovella.” Stolas says with a small chuckle. He picks up a cookie and takes a bite.
“Isn’t that a shitty drama sitcom?” Blitz asks calming down and finishing off the cookie and picking up another one. They were really good. No point in letting them go to waste, tears or not. They weren’t quite like his mothers. She always added a little nutmeg to them.
“Yes, I still watch it from time to time. Nothing ever changes. Someone gets killed, someone sleeps with someone else’s husband. So silly.” Stolas chuckles, missing the irony in the last sentence.
“Heard of it, never watched it.” Blitz says finishing off his glass of wine.
“Did you want to talk about what happened?” Stolas asks.
“No.” Blitz says plainly.
“Understandable. Why don't you finish your paperwork while I put the rest of this away.” Stolas says standing and gathering up the leftovers.
“Thanks,” Blitz says, stretching as he gets up, going back to his paperwork. Stolas puts the leftovers in the fridge and takes a seat at the meeting table doing something on his phone. Blitz signs his name at the bottom of the last page half an hour later.
“Ready to get it on?” Blitz asks with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Forgive me If I do not wish to be intimate after discussing my grandmama,” Stolas says awkwardly.
Blitz can’t hold back a bark of laughter.
“Another night perhaps. Or maybe this weekend?” Stolas offers.
“I think that’s doable.” Blitz says.
“It’s late. Shall I portal you home?” Stolas offers.
“Sure. Those are really fucking handy.” Blitz says, stepping out from behind his desk. In a moment there is a rip in space and his apartment door is in front of him.
“Thanks... for the food.” Blitz says feeling strangely bashful.
“Anytime Blitzy. See you this weekend.” Stolas says, taking Blitz’s hand in his, kissing the back of it gently before the portal closes and he’s left standing alone in his apartment hallway trying to ignore how his heart is suddenly hammering in his chest.