Yoko.

“Hey, I actually know you. You’re that Movie star right? The one from that film where you’re the FBI agent in the Beauty Pageant?” The metal hero wondered as she noted the celebrity “If I had something for you to sign, I’d totally ask you for your autograph”

@clarablancheastrid

“I do, but I know when my wife needs me, and today she needs me and when I married her I made the vow I’d look after her like she looks after me” The blonde said softly, cupping Claras cheek, before moving her hand down so that she could run her thumb over the womans lower lip tenderly “I told you that you’d find a job just fine….There is alot here for you, babe”

Clara sighed contently as she was in her wife’s arms. “I love you so much,” she whispered, looking at the woman she married and loved with every fiber of her being. She smiled at her then placed a soft kiss onto her lips and hummed. “I know, I was blind before and I want to thank you for always believing in me. Oh how the tables have turned.” She laughed softly, intertwining their fingers as they laid in bed.

“I’m sorry babe” The blonde sighed and pulled Clara over to her, letting the woman rest against her, peppering kisses into her hair “Then stay in bed with me, we’ll order breakfast in, have sex and just forget about the God awful world outside of these walls, I’ll even stay away from the office for you. It’s the great thing about being close to the New York office, I have minions to do my bidding, More time for just us, that has to be a bonus outside of LA?” she hummed.

Clara hummed as her wife peppered her hair with kisses. “Don’t you have to get ready for the Paris Fashion Week?” she asked, looking over at her wife with a loving smile. The smile growing wider as she kept her eyes on the blonde. “Hmm, now I know we should stay in bed.” She beamed. “I didn’t think this modeling thing would take off as much as it is now. Have to thank Fawna for that one though modeling for House of Astrid is still my favorite,” she mused.

Toni had been starfished on the bed, happily sleeping as she always did with her wife, giving a low whine when she felt her wife leave the bed “No, come back” she mumbled, then cracking open an eye open when she heard the broadcast “Wait, what?” she asked as she began to sit up, her hair everywhere, what she considered ‘well fucked hair’. The blonde picked up her glasses and slipped them on “Well shit…” she whispered, shocked herself. “I suppose they tend to stay out of LA, there’s already enough drama with the celebrities there so we’re simply not used to it?”

Clara kept her eyes on the screen before them. “This is absolutely maddening.” She stated as she was having difficulties pealing her eyes. She frowned then sighed as she moved back to the bed, “That could be it, always so focused on other nonsense.” She confessed then leaned back against the pillow, looking over at her wife. “I sort of want to stay put today..”

“Exactly how it is” The woman chuckled, giving an actual smile for what felt like the first time in years. “Oh indeed it is, keeps you competent and well renowned” she winked and then she looked at her with a slight raise of her eyebrows “High praise indeed, I had never expected to be told that by someone of your stature” she admitted, it felt nice to just have a compliment to cut through the misery of what she was always so fixated on, it was tiny moments such as these that made her remember she was still actually alive. “I suppose it’d feel extremely foreign on me, I think the last real dress I wore was my prom dress and you can only imagine how long ago that was” she mused.

“It is mind boggling how that works though,” she snorted then laughed softly. “Oh nonsense, don’t tell me you haven’t been complimented before because if that is that case, I’m going to have record my voice leaving you all the compliments.” She smiled then gasped softly, “Oh darling, we need to get this beautiful body in a gown one evening! Did you enjoy your prom? I never been to a prom.”