When: directly after the last Romeo scene, once he arrives back in town
Where: Juliet's apartment
His arms are killing him from dragging around so much luggage. From the airport to the taxi and then up to his room, Romeo's sure he's never done this much manual labour in his life. But now he's headed to Juliet's apartment on his Vespa, because he needs a friendly face after not seeing one in so long. So long being about a day, but still. He knocks on her door and then opens it, sticking his head in. "Baby?" Romeo calls, breathing very deeply. He still wants to scream.
Juliet hears him all the way in her room. She sits up on her bed, a little confused. She was sure he would be gone longer. Huh. She comes out of her room, peering around the doorway. “Romeo? What are you doing here?”
"I came home early," he says, closing the door behind him. "So I wouldn't punch my fucking father in the face." After sitting in silence for the whole flight, it feels good to just curse. He meets Juliet and wraps her in his arms, kissing her head. "I love you so much, Juliet."
Juliet smiles to herself and wraps her arms around his torso, burying her face in his chest. “I love you too, baby.” She’s guessing it didn’t go too well. She looks up at him and asks cautiously, “So they didn’t take it well?”
Romeo sighs. "They took it about as well as I expected them to," Romeo tells her. "My mom cried and my dad tried to get us to get divorced." And then he screamed and cursed in the elevator. "But now I'm okay."
Juliet bites her lip and moves a hand to the back of his neck, massaging softly. “I’m sorry baby,” she offers quietly, leaning up to give him a kiss.
"It's not your fault, Julie," he says into her lips. "They're just assholes." But now it's over. He'll never talk to his parents again if that's what it comes too-- and as long as they still send him money.
Well, even if Romeo’s parents stop sending money, they’ll still be okay. Juliet’s parents still like her. “Okay,” she says, hugging him tighter. “You look tired. You want to take a nap?”
Romeo nods. "Yeah, I'm a bit jet-lagged." Or just really, really upset. Either way. "A nap sounds good. I missed you so much, oh my God."
She laughs slightly, leading him to the bedroom. “I missed you too, baby. You know how to solve that?”
"I have a few ideas," he says. Yeah, sex sounds like a good idea. Rough, angry, spiteful sex.
Juliet pulls him into the room and closes the door. “I’m sure your ideas are all sex,” she says, reading his mind. “And while I was going to say you never leave ever again, sex is also an option I’m open to.”
Romeo smiles devilishly. "Well, I don't have to ever leave again, but yes, I was thinking about sex." So much that he's already in the process of taking off his belt.
Juliet laughs and sits on the edge of her bed, enjoying the view. “Come here baby,” she says, reaching out for him.
"Yes ma'am," he says, still grinning. Romeo sits down next to her, scooping up her legs and draping them across his lap. "Did I tell you how much I love you?"
“Mmmm you might have,” Juliet says with a smile on her face. She reaches up for his shirt and tugs it off. “I think you should tell me some more, though, so I don’t forget.”
Romeo laughs, unbuttoning her pants. "I love you, Juliet Montague, like nothing else in the world. No one else. Just you and me and no one can do anything about it." And that's all he needs, really.
Juliet smiles at him, moving closer to kiss him. She hasn’t changed her name yet, so she’s technically still Juliet Capulet. She’s not sure if she wants to change her name. But Romeo doesn’t need to know that. Not right now. Now would not be a good time to tell him. “I love you too, baby.”
She doesn't have to change her name. She's Juliet Montague in his mind and that's all that matters. They're married and it's still a bit of a shock. His fingers slink up her shirt and discreetly unfasten her bra. "No matter what my parents say," Romeo breathes. "I don't need them because I have you."
Juliet shivers. She thinks she might cry, because really? Who says things as perfect as that? Oh right, her husband. The word still brings a smile to her lips, and she runs her hands down his chest to his jeans, un-buttoning them. “Oh baby,” she breathes back, “You’ll always have me. Always.”
"I know," he says into her ear, a small smile still on his lips as he takes off her shirt. "I know. And that's all I need, baby."