Chapter Text
Carina’s POV
“Maya? Everything okay bella ?” I shouted through the door, hearing a string of curse words and crashing sounds coming from inside the bathroom.
“Yep - er, I’m okay just - shit.” More crashes were heard, followed, once again, by even more angry mutters.
“Maya, do you need any help in there?” I chuckled at the thought of what could be happening in there; for a firefighter, Maya was incredibly clumsy.
“Yea… actually could you come in for a second?”
I wrapped my hand around the door handle but found that the door was already slightly ajar so I pushed it open and took in the sight in front of me. Maya was standing with her back facing the mirror, fighting to close the zip on her dress as piles of shampoo bottles and soaps cluttered the floor.
“I was trying to zip it up but then I accidentally knocked everything over.” She looked down in embarrassment and I had to stifle my laughter.
“How did you manage that?” I giggled at the thought, wishing I had been there to witness it firsthand. It was only now that I looked at her properly did I see how incredible she looked. My brain was too fuzzy to fully understand her reasoning for the mess because I was so preoccupied by looking at her. She was wearing a tight red dress that highlighted all of her amazing curves but was still appropriate for the date night we were going on with Callie and Arizona. Still, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what was underneath it…
“Carina, are you even listening to me?”
“Yea, I am,” she gave me a sceptical look, knowing I was lying, “I am!” I insisted.
“Okay, well can you help me with the zip please?”
She turned away and swiped her long, blonde hair out of the way and gave me a generous view of her neck. It took all my self control not to rip that dress right off of her when I saw that her creamy skin was still peppered with faint hickies and bruises from the past few nights. I shook my head quickly from side to side in a failed attempt to silence my thoughts but it was enough to make me focus on the task at hand. I held the zip and slowly moved it up, careful not to pinch her skin, silently wishing it would get stuck so I could see her skin for a few more seconds.
“There we go.” I whispered. “All done. You look fabulous by the way bella.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, using my height to my advantage and met her eyes in the mirror.
“Thank you.” A shy smile appeared on her lips and I turned my face to the side to plant a kiss below her ear. “You look amazing as well - as always, you know, they call you an Italian goddess for a reason.”
“They do? Who?”
“Like everyone!” She grinned and her eyes lit up at the thought.
“I need specifics, Maya.”
“Oh, you know, me…”
“Okay. Actually, stop there. I don’t need to know who else is looking at me like that - as long as you are, that’s all I need.”