She mumbled something, burrowing her face into her pillow.
“Bed it is.” He said wryly, scooping her up easily. She wrapped her arms around his neck, turning her face into his shoulder and making him grit his teeth against her soft breath against his skin.
He set her gently down on her bed, debating internally for a moment before slipping his hand under the back of her shirt to unhook her bra, loosening but not removing. Pulling the covers up over her, he indulged in one last look, before escaping to the safety of the living room.
Popping open another beer, he ignored the pizza for a moment in favor of his phone.
This is the last time I listen to you about relationship advice.
Across the hall, Severride snickered as he read Casey’s text.
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.
An immediate reply of an emoji of a middle finger made him laugh out loud, causing Stella to look up from the various books, pamphlets, and manuals scattered across the countertop.
He shook his head, watching with an inward sigh as she immediately returned her attention to the page in front of her. He knew better than to try to offer any more reassurances or advice; he loved his girlfriend dearly but Stella was as stubborn as she was beautiful, and she was as driven and competitive as he was. She was also defensively protective of her status and talent as a firefighter, despite Casey consistently depending on her and giving her increased responsibilities, both out on calls and during training. He had shown his dependence and confidence in her by assigning Gallo to shadow her just as much, if not more so than himself or Mouch, as well as putting her in charge of a lot of the candidate’s training for the nuances of being on Truck rather than Engine.
Pointing any of that out would only get her riled up though, so Severride merely pressed a kiss to the top of her head and retreated to the couch to watch the Blackhawks game and silently keep an eye on the clock, protecting his girl from herself how he could.
As for Casey, well, Severride had done his part, and was more than satisfied with how things had worked out. His friend was still close enough to keep an eye on as needed (no matter what he claimed), and Brett was in a situation where she would definitely be safe and looked after as well (and Severride could go over and poke at her as needed too). Supremely satisfied, he took a sip of his beer and relaxed into the couch to enjoy the game and the culmination of plans falling into place.