Not going to fight this (c)

[Picks]

Miranda was in her kitchen, walking around the two cats she had now trying not to hiss at them to get out of the way while she made dinner. Her life wasn't perfect, but she was aware it never would be. Her dad was dead, that much was clear-- her mother was in an asylum up state for the constant break downs and now here she was just out of college, making rent on her own by managing a restaurant down in Soho. It wasn't the kind of job that paid a lot but it did at least give her something.

Taking the pan over to the plate she dumped the pasta and chicken onto the paper plate and looked over at the tv, the news again. More politics. "Augh-- if Santorum gets elected I'm moving to Canada," she muttered as she set the pan back on the burner.

[nick]

Nick would not admit to being nervous, but he was. Its been almost three years, not quite thank god, since hes seen her. Hell she was probably going to slam the door in his face, or hit him and then shut the door in his face. Well its not as if he didnt deserve it, but really it hadnt been his fault. He thought he was doing something good... in her honor. Then again most if it was driven through absolute hate and a bit of jealousy and the fact that no one, not one person would ever hurt miri without the wrath of nick coming down on their asses. Who knew it would land him in prison. It was probably the worst punishment, being separated this long from her and now she probably hated him and if not then she was incredibly pissed and who knew if shed ever for give him. It wouldnt be because he attacked that guy, itd be because he abandoned her. But in his defense he would like to claim its not abandonment if he didnt willingly do it. He was taken from her! He always tried to reason this scene out in his head all the different scenarios that he could come up with so he could be ready, but with miri. You could never be ready she was always surprising you.

He walked up to the door that he remembered, bag in hand as he lifted his hand and knocked. He didnt even try the locks she probably changed them.

[Picks]

She heard the cat jump on the counter and shoved him off, "Damn it Jax get the fuck off the counter.." As she waked to the door she set her plate down on the tiny table and headed to the door. "Who is it?" Who in their damn mind was going to come here this late?

[nick]

"Delivery for miss savario" he said through the door drooping his eyes some keeping to the side of the door a little. His voice had dropped some in the past couple of years and it was a little rough, as was his general look then again all he managed was to wash up in a motel room quick and get some decent clothes on. Like he planned on looking like a total fool for his home coming. His hair was a bit long but he planned on getting it trimmed soon.

[Picks]

She rolled her eyes and shoved her things aside before she opened the door, "Christ all might do you know what fucking, time-- it--- is.." she stopped and let it drift off as she looked up at him. Miri had always been a bit on the short side and she stared at him for along time. "... Nick."

[nick]

He blinked. God she looked good. God damn it all to hell how it was ridiculous that just looking at her made him feel like he was home. She was his home. He missed it.. her.. so much. Nick gave her a bit of a lopsided smirk 'hello miri. Long time no see. "

[Picks]

"Don't hello Miri me.." she mumbled staring at him before she lifted on her toes and drew him into her, closing her eyes hard for a moment before she let him go and punched him in the stomach.

[nick]

He wasnt expecting the hug and he almost gave in and slouched into her but she was pulling back much too soon and punching him. He grunted oomfing holding out the brown paper bag that had a stuffed penguin and a small box of chocolates in it. "I come in peace"

[Picks]

Miranda folded her arms for a moment before she reached out and took the bag, looking in it and taking the penguin out of it. She'd always loved penguins she collected them and always had, frowning she nodded inside. "Come in before I change my mind."

[nick]

He smirked " am I forgiven?" He asked knowing all too well it wouldn't be that easy. He rubbed his stomach. " you hit like a girl " he teased. His eyes landing on the food " dinner?" He looked at her.

[Picks]

She gave him a glare before she wrapped her arms around the penguin and stepped into her apartment, shutting the door behind him. "You're not forgiven and I am a girl-- and I can knock you on your ass so don't push me.." She moved over and grabbed her plate, moving into the kitchen. "Mine."

[nick]

He grunted " man its like I'm still in prison except most people try to make me the bitch " he laughed lightly " I assure you I had no anal raping." He moved up to her giving his best puppy dog eyes. " but miri. I've been starved for nearly three years.." he leaned in closer taking her smell in closing his eyes some " god you smell just like I remember "

[Picks]

She raised a brow at him as he talked to her-- and moved closer, she didn't move away but she was inclined too. Three years in jail for that charge, three years and she was still mad because he'd just left her. He was throwing her off, but he'd always been kind of all over the map-- jumping from one thought to another. "Three years.." she shoved her plate at him. "I don't know what you want Nick.. it's been three years."

[nick]

" ALMOST three years... Not quite three." He shrugged brushing her hair back from her face hooking it behind her ear. " well.... Miri. Three years and my wants still haven't changed "

[Picks]

She looked up at him, and frowned deeply, her green eyes darkening with uncertainty. There was a lot that changed in three years, she wasn't seeing anyone-- hell she hadnt' had sex in months. "I don't know why you want me..." Or why he did what he did at all, they'd had this conversation before-- once upon a universe or two ago.