Nixus: Saturday night

 A Little self-indulgent Nixus domestic bliss scene :3 

Marc quietly closed his apartment door behind him. He came back from his shift early that evening and found Phoenix in the living room, a pile of copies beside her. She had been working all day long and was just now taking a break. She leaned into her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose. Obviously, she heard the noise from the door and knew that Marc was home. She turned her head towards Marc and welcomed him with her scrunched-up smile. Her face lit up, and she stretched her arms up.

"Good evening, mon coeur. You came at the right time." 

She grinned and closed her eyes when Marc closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind. He gave her a hug, and she gently put her hands on his arms. She closed her eyes and gently stroked the skin of his arms. 

"Good evening, gorgeous. Let me steal you from your work and come over." - He grinned, and she stood up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she pressed her lips to his in a soft but firm kiss. Marc wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned her forehead against his.- " I have been looking forward to seeing you tonight."

"Rough day?"  -She asked, chin up to look into his. Marc nodded. He looked exhausted, but she did not worry about it because Marc seemed to be the same as usual. He was simply tired from having a long day.  She cupped his cheeks with both hands and gave him a warm smile. "Then we will make sure to help you unwind tonight. Any way necessary." She winked at him and pressed another soft kiss on his lips. Marc held her tighter against his frame, enjoying the kiss and trying to make it linger a little longer.-

"It sounds like a plan. I ate on my way home." 

Because it was a long day, he went with the guys at the cop bar down the street. It was their habit to go to bars, eat some nachos, and drink some beer while they found ways to wash away the day before going home. He did not want to bring the day to Phoenix's door, so Marc did as he had always done. She could smell the beer and the cigarette smoke on his hair. The teacher simply nodded and then dropped her hand to grab his and walk him towards the couch. 

"I can hardly call that dinner. I'll fix you a plate of what I cooked today, and you, Officer Flynn, will relax on the couch. You may turn on the TV and put on some sports." 

"Yes, ma'am!" -He agreed in a bemused yet enthusiastic tone-

He felt lucky, in a way he could not articulate. Phoenix was not like most women he'd tried to date before. She did not make a scene when he came home late. She did not berate him when he went to the bar with his colleagues. She understood his job and what it entailed. She also understood when he did not want to share what happened to him. She did not need to know unless she felt she had to. She was simply happy to see him at home and cuddle him to her heart's content. He sat on the couch, exhausted but relieved he wouldn't need to leave anytime soon. She would fix him a plate of whatever she had made that day, and he would be able to catch up with his game for a couple of hours, with her sitting next to him and watching the game or reading. 

He did not mind when she read because he understood that she might not be in the mood to watch a game, but at least she was reading next to him. She fixed him a delicious food tray, complete with fresh water since he had had a lot of beer earlier, and a slice of homemade pie.   She sat at the corner of the couch, with a duvet wrapped around her and a cup of hot cocoa in hand. She had decided to follow the game with him, and Marc could not have been happier. Phoenix thought the same. She loved the quietness of the evening. She loved how close to each other they were and how comfortable in the silence they both seemed to be. Was it what they called building a life for oneself? She did not know for sure, but she was certain of one thing. She did not want it to end. She was happy. She was more than happy; she was alive.

TBC 

Colby: getting closer.

Mary was reading a book. Curled into her couch, she had a tall glass of homemade lemonade sitting on the small night desk on her left. She had wrapped around her curvy frame her favorite cardigan and had lit up the little lamp on the night desk. Tom was on the small office desk he had set up by his corner of the bed and was reading newspapers and planning strategies for the weeks to come. A comfortable silence had settled in the room, each adult enjoying their activities with only the crackling sound of fire as background noise.  Mary was deeply immersed in her book, so much so that she had not noticed her black stallion staring at her. 

He had stopped working and decided to turn his attention on the woman across the room. Mary was so quiet, yet she lit up the room with her warm presence. She had regained her usual weight and along with it, her colors. She was glowing under the dim light of the lamp. Her brown hair crowned her brown face perfectly. Her green eyes were gleaming with interest. Her plump lips… Tom licked his bottom lip because he wanted to kiss them. He would have crossed the distance between them, would have cupped her cheek and would have crashed his lips against hers. She looked peaceful there, and comfortable in her duvet wrapped around her frame, and Tom felt relieved to see her like this. 

She turned her page and slowly pinched the bridge of her nose. She stopped reading and softly smiled while she wrapped her duvet tighter against her frame. Her green eyes set upon the Shelby who was caught staring at her.  She tilted her head to the side, and a curled grin graced her features.  Tom smiled back and put the newspapers on the office desk. 

“It’s good to see you smile, Mary.”

“Mmmhh…. I think I am simply happy tonight. I have a good book on my lap. I have a lovely and vivacious  son, and my black stallion is back home.” -She  gave him a sheepish  smile and  put the book on the couch-

“I made you a promise. I had to keep it.”

She smiled at him. A soft and understanding smile. He did promise her he would try to make shorter trips and be more present at home, and for a brief moment she decided to believe him. Mary was aware that in his line of work, he could not possibly come back home every night at the same time. So she didn’t ask for it to be permanent. What she hoped for was to have at Least a couple of days spent with him and Charlie, so their son could see his dad.  She wanted him to give Charlie the childhood he didn’t have with his own father, and that included spending time with the child. 

“I realized something last week...” 

“When I was at Ada’s?” He nodded. “You realized that you had a nice weekend without me?” She grinned and tapped her fingers against the book cover. Tom shook his head and stood up. He crossed the distance between them and gently cupped her cheek with his calloused hands.

“Arrow House isn’t really a home when you aren’t here.” A simple sentence made her open her eyes wide and gasp. She did not expect him to feel

This way and even less to say it. It was so simple and yet so deep. 

“What are you talking about, Tom!? Of course it’s a home. It’s your home with Charlie.” She blushed and tried to avert her gaze from Tom’s face to the floor, but the hand on her cheek stopped her.

Instead, Tom pulled her hew dup( so she would be staring at him.  Her heart was beating hard against her ribcage, and she licked at her bottom lip. 

“No. We are simply two lads living in a house. You, Mary, are the heart of this family. You are our home. I realized that, and I felt stupid for not having seen it sooner.” He cupped her other cheek and leaned his forehead against hers.

“ I was so busy that I did not see. I did not see that you were the glue to our family. You were our Home, Mary. Without you, the house felt empty and cold, and I was unsettled by it all.” 

Her green eyes welled up as the man kept talking to her. She wanted to tell him about the sweet dream she had the night before. She wanted him to hear about how she dreamed of their child together. A baby she was holding in her arms while Tommy was doting on it. She couldn’t see clearly if it was a boy or a girl but could remember its features. Curly brown hair, intense grey eyes, and a charming smile with the skin a warm  caramel color. She imagined herself smiling, singing lullabies to her baby and cradling

Its head. The dream was so vivid, so joyous that she woke up with tears in her eyes to the reality of her life. It wasn’t sadness. It was joy. 

Mary realized that she was able to dream of a baby after so many years being triggered by a baby’s cry. She was able to dream of a happiness that filled her with joy rather than dread. That child, in her dream, represented the future for Tommy and her. It represented a better life, a life spent closer. A life spent without any doubt creeping into her heart. Tom loved her. She knew it. No matter how many times Lizzy Stark tried to make her think otherwise, Tom’s love was true. Tom’s love was deep. That love would flourish and grow over the years. It will be stronger as time will go by and they will be lucky to grow old together. 

She couldn’t share that dream with Tom. Not as it was because he might believe she wanted to have a literal child with him. These things could only be decided by God as she did not plan to get pregnant. The idea crossed her mind; of course it did. And she hoped one day they would have their little one. She hoped that perhaps they would be happy as a family of four.  But when Tom held her like that? When he leaned his forehead to hers and told her she was their home, she found herself with unshed tears filling her eyes and a wet nose. Her hands found his wrists, and she smiled softly. 

“I have missed you when I was away. You do know that my heart is only whole when you are here. I didn’t think you would notice I was gone.” She teased him. Her hand moved from his wrist to his flannel long-sleeved shirt.

“You thought wrong. I notice everything, Draga.” -He spoke Romani again. She identified the words he sometimes uttered.  Draga was such an endearing term. It made Mary shiver. Her mouth slightly opened as she wanted to say something, but words died at the back of her throat. “I have missed this… you. I have missed you.” He pressed his lips to her, kissing Mary in a possessive kiss that took both their breaths away. He didn’t care about it as the only thing he wanted was to taste her, to show her that he couldn’t go on without her, that she was indeed the glue that kept their family together. She was the one he loved. She was the one he loved, and she had to feel it. She had to feel it with every fiber of her body. He had to make sure it would be etched in her soul.

And that, he did that night. 

-TBC-

GOT: a thousand young and dashing men

Jaime rolled on his side, his emerald gaze set upon the curvy silhouette beside him. His eyes took in the divine sight before him. The princess looked unreal, with silver hair that shone bright under the moonlight. Amethyst eyes, a color so uncanny it looked like jewels adorning her face. Her smooth and mostly unmarred brown skin he was tempted to kiss all over. Her youthful face, beautifully round with plump lips that asked to be kissed and worshipped. Truly, the princess was otherworldly, and overtaken by the urge to cup her cheek, Jaime lifted his maimed arm and then realized that only his stump was pressed against her cheek. Baahal didn’t recoil; instead, she smiled at him, but Jaime felt overwhelmed with self-loathing.  What a vile sight that was. A maimed limb over the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Yet she didn’t seem to have issues with it. She didn’t seem to notice. It was only in his head, and perhaps that was the worst for Jaime. How could she not see the obvious? 

“My love, you seem troubled.” -her gentle voice forced the knight to focus on her again-

“Yes, princess. I just wonder what drove you to pick /me/ instead of another. Why me? Why an old crippled war veteran rather than a young and dashing knight? Princess… look at me. Truly look at me. I can’t make a reason in my mind other than eyes colored with love or perhaps pity.” 

His words felt like a slap in the princess’s face. Did he truly believe that she was oblivious to who he was and how he looked? Did he think she was with him because of pity or a misplaced sense of gratitude? The flash of shock transformed into something sweeter. She understood where he was coming from. Before they met, Jaime was a young and dashing man. He was the most sought-after bachelor of the Seven Kingdoms because of his uncanny beauty. He was a skilled knight who was hard to best in a joust or in a sword fight. He was a skilled lover -at least that’s what he told her the first night he bedded her- one who was able to make his lover melt under his skilled fingers. But he lost his good hand. He lost his golden locks. He aged faster due to worries and pain. Trauma creased his skin, turned his hair darker, and left him with a bitterness he had not realized inhabited his heart before. 

“Do you sincerely believe I  pity you? Do you, Jaime Lannister, believe that I am disgusted with you? That all I see when I look at you is an old decrepit man who deserves my pity? Do you hear yourself? My love. Do you hear yourself!” 

She sat on the bed, her silver hair cascaded on her chest and back, almost covering her like a thin silver blanket. Her eyes were alight with a fire he was so familiar with. His firecracker. His impossibly beautiful firecracker was positively burning with indignation. 

“I did not intend to offend you. I just can’t resolve myself to accept that you chose me….. that you lay with me every night and I can’t hold you like I want to. I can’t touch you like I want to. I can’t show you how good I was in my prime. I wanted to show you, my love, just how good I could make you feel with my good hand. I just… can’t understand why you chose me, when you could have been with younger and more handsome men than me.” 

Baahal blinked and put her hands on his chest. She let her fingers run through his beard and then into his hair. He expected her gaze to be full of reproach for speaking such awful words, but he saw none of it. He expected the princess to look at him with eyes filled with pity for him, and he saw none of it. Baahal was looking at him with a gaze full of compassion. She understood how he felt, to some extent, because she was self-conscious about her own branding. Iron burned her flesh and marked it with the name and sigil of her owner. It was a reminder that once upon a time, Baahal had been property. She had been used and abused by men who traveled the seas for a piece of her. Yet Jaime had never seen her unworthy of him. He never saw her as beneath him or tainted. He never saw her as soiled and in need of purity. 

“To the seven Hells with the young and dashing knights! I do not care for them nor do they move me like you do. If I were looking for that, I would have been married with children ages ago! I am /not/ the woman you used to be around. I am not superficial like they are. I chose /you/. I want /you/. I think— no, I know that you are handsome. Handsome is what makes my legs quiver, and they do when I look at you. 

I see a strong jaw, and green jewels that set upon me anytime you look at me. I see the sun rise with each gaze I catch from you. I feel the sun’s warmth whenever you smile. Dashing man that you are! A man of his word, a man of passion, and a man with a chiseled jaw I never tire of tracing with my fingers. A man I saw with different hairstyles, each bringing about a side of him I love. From the long-haired peacock you used to be, I fell for the more mature and experienced knight with shorter hair. I fell in love with the man whose life made him see heaven and hell, and yet he pulled back. He came back, and he still did the right thing. I see hair I can hold onto, a scalp I can get easier access to when passion takes over….

Jaime! Come on, my love. Look at me. I am not done yet…”

He had looked down, unable to stare at her while she was talking to him. He could not believe his ears, and yet she was genuinely talking to him. She was sincere; he had always known it. After all, the princess only met him after he had lost his hand. But Baahal thought he was handsome. She thought he was even more than what he lacked. Jaime opened his eyes wide and looked at her amethyst eyes. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and Jaime knew that it was only a matter of time before his adorable crybaby started to cry. A sure sign of her sincerity. She stroked his cheek with her thumbs and slowly lifted his head up so he could sit straight. 

“I love you, my Golden Lion. All of you. I never saw what you lacked because for me, you were already realized. I have never met the Jaime you used to be. I did not fall in love with the Jaime who could have been. I fell in love with the person you are. I fell in love with the brave man who fought the White Walkers, the man who saved me at the siege, and the man who kissed me in that ship at dawn. I love the man who made me feel desire before even touching me. You haunted my nights from that day, and you still do when you are away.  I desire you, Jaime. “

“ Princess… but—“

“Didn’t you feel his wet? I was because of you, my love? Didn’t you hear my moans and gasps and pleads? Didn’t your cock feel how welcoming and hot and wet I was for you?”  -she stroked his cheek with the back of her right hand- “Only/you/ can make me moan; only you can make me lose strength in my knees. You are a strong man, with strength shaped by decades of practice and discipline. You are beautiful, with your scars, with your stump, with the proof that you have lived, laughed and lost. You are the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. With your devastating smiles and your proud gaze. You stand tall. You stand proud.” 

Her emotions became hard to hold back. She was so sincere that it was difficult for Jaime not to believe her. Tears rolled down her face, and he used his valid hand to clean them off her face. He pressed a kiss to her forehead in a tender gesture and pulled her into a gentle embrace. She sobbed against his chest, and he ran his hand through her scalp, in an attempt to soothe her. 

“It must have been so heavy to bear…all this self-loathing. My love. I don’t know if my words soothed your heart, but at least they are the truth. I love you. I desire you. I think you are the most handsome man to ever exist. Please… don’t see yourself as someone who lacks and can’t give me what I need because you do. Your love is priceless… your heart is uniquely beautiful, and you make me positively obsessed with you. So please… I beg you. Look at yourself through my eyes rather than what the world wants you to see. Please…”

“I—I will try, Princess.”  Was all he could say in hopes of comforting his princess. 

Jaime was still processing her words. He was still trying to apply them to him and see past his self-hatred. His beautiful princess was genuine. Her love was bright, and her words were true. Perhaps he could try and see himself as the man she said he was. Perhaps he could find some peace in her love. That night he certainly found comfort. 

-TBC-

Nixus: falling in love

“Something interesting happened today. Debbie wanted to send me to a blind date, and I told her no.  I don’t want to go. Why would I when I have you? Obviously, I am writing that down in my diary, but I want to say it to Marc. I’ll keep writing as if I were talking to him. When she asked me why I did not want to give a chance to that other guy, I simply said that I could not imagine myself meeting other people when I wanted to be with you instead. She asked me what that meant, and I was left blushing and hiding my face behind my hair. 

There is this chemistry between us. Something I am sure you feel too. Something that draws me to you. Something that makes me want more with you. I told you once that I wanted to know every little thing that could make you feel good. I meant it. Back then I was talking about sex. Today I mean something different. I want to know every single thing that can make you happy and what you would not like. I want to… as silly as it sounds,  I want to share your life with mine. I don’t know what it truly means because I never experienced it, but I believe that means we would be together and that no matter what happens, we would make sure to solve any issue that comes our way, together. 

Is it early to want these things? Is it deluding myself? I want to say that I feel it deep inside me, in my heart, that you are my soulmate, because no matter what I do, I always come back to you. Isn’t it… Isn’t it what you are supposed to feel for your soulmate? Maybe I read too many romantic books, but it describes best how you make me feel. I fear nothing when I am with you. I feel at peace when I am in your arms. I feel alive when we are together, and I feel that I can forgive myself for things out of my control. You make me believe in second chances, Marc. I feel that I can have them with you. 

I ache when it’s time to go back to my place or when I have to let you go back to yours. I hate it when we can’t be together, and some nights I want to ask you to stay… to come back to my place. To move in with me… but it’s early, and I don’t want to spook you just yet. And it makes no sense since you have your own place…. Perhaps if you would prefer to ask me to move in with you, I will do it gladly. 

Diary…. Does that mean I am in love with Marc?

Marc, I think I fell in love with you. 

But I know it’s early and I don’t want to fuck up. 

So I will keep it someplace in my mind and will wait until I can say it to you.”

Narrator: She wasn’t able to wait and slipped up a few weeks later in a text she sent Marc. 

Nixus: Rich in life

Phoenix tied her bathrobe around her waist and stretched her arms as she walked into the kitchen. It was early in the morning, but Marc was already awake. He was sitting on her couch with the remote in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.  He was watching sports and was completely focused on the game. Phoenix made herself a cup of coffee, and while the machine was working, she leaned against the counter. Phoenix crossed her arms against her chest and allowed her eyes to wander around. Quickly enough, they found their way back to Marc, who was enjoying himself. He heard the machine, turned his head to look at the honey-haired teacher, and smiled.

"Hello, gorgeous. I did not want to wake you up, so I slipped away as silently as possible."

"Hello, mon coeur." -She said with sleepy eyes and waved at him- "It's okay. I needed to sleep longer today after the week I had." -She pinched the bridge of her nose and leaned a bit harder against the counter- "Who's playing?"

"Red Wings vs Tampa Bay Lightning. Hey, when your coffee is ready, why don't you come here and watch the game?" -She had already watched a few games with him, so Marc believed it would not be an issue if he asked her directly to join him. She smiled at him and nodded. "Good. Come whenever..." He waved at her and returned to watching the game. 

Nix was comfortable there. In her kitchen, with the pleasant smell of brewing coffee and the sound of TV mixed with Marc's comments on the game.  She was right where she wanted to be. Her blue eyes set upon his frame, and she smiled softly. She could feel her heart beat harder against her ribcage and felt blood rush to her cheeks as she was blushing. Why did it take her two years to talk to that man again? God only knew because Phoenix had no idea why it took her so long. Marc was not like all the men she met since she moved to Detroit. He was honest and kind. He was reliable. She always knew that no matter what happened, she could always rely on Marc. He would do his best to be there and protect her. The idea of being protected, so foreign at the start of their relationship, quickly helped her find a soft sleep. It helped her lower her guard and fully give in to him. Someone was looking after her. 

After decades spent in pain and darkness in the Guild, someone finally saw her. The real her. The soft romantic soul underneath all of that darkness. The real her who needed the world to be soft and safe. The real her who wanted to be held and to feel the warmth of another soul. Marc trusted her. He gave her his heart. He knew that it made him vulnerable, but he trusted her to take care of it. Phoenix realized that Marc's love opened her up to the idea that her hands, sharpened blades meant for killing, were also capable of nurturing. She was capable of nurturing. Her heart was not blackened and unredeemable. Phoenix was still able to love and protect others. Marc made her realize that she needed more from life than just surviving. She wanted more than just to torment herself and punish herself for choices that were made for her. 

Marc was safe. Marc was comfortable. Marc was home. It was easy to love him. Easy to be loved by him. Marc was like a sunny Sunday afternoon with a fresh breeze. He was like Dawn, when the sun is rising, and the world is quiet. When there is nothing in the world but the two of them. She blushed harder and felt her heart skip several beats as love was almost choking her. With Marc, there were no mind games. No disrespect. He never judged her or looked down on her when she did not know something or had never experienced it. He did not laugh when she asked him to pick a birthday for her because she wanted to be born on a day he thought suited her best.  He did not laugh when he saw the scars on her back, nor did he recoil like she expected him to. He did not laugh when she told him that the first man she fell in love with would rather fake his own death than respect her enough to break up with her.  

He never judged her blue eyes, so odd for an African woman, nor did he make fun of her tooth gap. Elements that made her who she was, and she refused to change. He welcomed her need for affection; he welcomed her desire to give him that affection. He would wrap his arms around her frame like a safe and soft blanket to protect her from the coldness of the world.  Deep down, a part of her regretted not knowing her real name so she could hear Marc call her with his beautiful voice. A part of her wished she was not an assassin so she could confide in him and tell him all of her secrets. Yet, she was also grateful for that clean slate. Yes! She was grateful for being able to finally break free from the mold she was raised in. She could be herself. She could reclaim her name. Phoenix was no longer an alias but a bona fide name... identity, the one that suited the woman who escaped her abusers and former employers. A woman who was reborn through the cleansing fire of Love. Most of her soul was happy he got to meet the real Phoenix. 

Marc was genuine and spontaneous. Phoenix did not know what she did to be lucky, but she was.  He would romance her with a homemade dinner, would take her out, would treat her like a proper innocent woman. He would love her- He loved her- she knew he did. She knew it because he said he was not yet there after her Big L incident. Her lips formed the letters, but no sound escaped her mouth when she mouthed "I love you." To the man who was turning his back on her. She loved him. All of him. Including the darkest parts of his soul. Nix knew, instantly, so when she walked into his apartment. He was as traumatized as she was by the violence he witnessed and had to dish out to others. He was a soldier, and she knew just how deeply it ate at your soul to participate in such activities. She knew he experienced violence at the hands of the one person who should have protected him. 

Marc knew what it was to feel helpless while growing up. He knew what it was to both be scared and yet still hope that everything would be better, that his caretaker would end up loving him and stop hitting him. Marc knew what it was to stop believing after a while because the person never changed, and instead grew increasingly more violent towards you. He witnessed it. He experienced it too. She could relate to it. To the violence and helplessness. She could relate to the anger and the desire to get revenge on this person and then feel that the only way to escape that was to run away (in her case, lose herself in her missions). he knew pain when he was still at a tender age and should have known love.  Sometimes when he was upset or angry, he would shut down completely, and it would take a while for her to bring him back. Sometimes he would panic, especially when he would worry he did something wrong or something that could jeopardize their relationship, and she would do her best to reassure him.  Every single time.  

She heard stories. of what he did during the war and his nickname. She knew he saw the deepest pit the human soul could dig, where despair thrived, where humanity died. Yet despite all of this, Marc remained a gentle soul deep inside. Despite all of this, he was the light in her darkness. The rock to her turbulent sea... The love of her life. Here, in this little apartment, Phoenix felt like a million bucks. She felt like she won at life because she met her soul mate. The noise of the coffee machine tore her from her thoughts, and she grabbed her cup, walked towards the couch, bent forward to give a kiss to Marc, and sat next to him.  He smiled at the teacher and gently rubbed his arm against hers before he resumed watching the game. He was rich in life because she was there. 

They both were. 

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

Windora: Do you regret being a vampire?

A tear rolled down Lux's cheek. She did not realize she was crying until it fell on her hand. Her eyes grew wide, and she grabbed a pocket mirror to see if she was indeed crying.  One tear turned into a second one, and soon enough, Lux was sobbing in the train. She quickly grabbed a tissue and covered her face, long enough for her to stand up and rush to the train's toilet. She locked herself in and looked at her crying reflection in the mirror.  The redhead rarely cried from sadness. She had cried before, out of frustration about the way the vampire court treated her. 

She had cried before, at the murder of her lover, but these tears reminded her of an old conversation she had had a couple of centuries ago with her older brother Alceste.  She remembered the heavy scent of the centuries-old furniture of their boudoir.  She remembered sitting on a beautiful burgundy couch, a book in her hand, while Alceste was smoking, sitting across the room with the human newspapers in hand. It was a quiet evening, the moon was still young, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with an intense guilt and sadness. It made her cry a couple of tears that fell on the pages of her book and elicited a curious gaze from her brother. 

"What's wrong, sister?"

"Uh... Memories of a distant past. I--- Haven't felt like this in a millennium." -She marveled and retrieved a pocket handkerchief from her dress to dab her tears away.-

"Memories of a distant past, uh? Do you remember how you turned into a vampire?"

"Only that I was given the choice. I do not remember why I forsook the gods I believed in, but I do remember how I felt. It was a pain like no other, a loss so deep and so brutal that it scarred my soul for eternity. I remember wishing I were dead, and then, I remember I wanted to live, but I did not want to feel that pain anymore.  Do you remember why you turned?"

"I hated mankind. I hated the life I was leading. The pain, the injustice... My life was meaningless as a human, and I found meaning in existence with you and our father. I remember how angry I was, and perhaps this anger still lingers to this day. Do you regret parts of the human experience?"

"Not everything." She kept wiping the bloody tears off her face and then felt her lips quiver. "When I was with Paolo, I felt regret for the first time. I wanted to grow old with him. I wanted to die of old age with him.  My nature makes it impossible for me to savor how precious life can be. He died, and any other fragile creature I have ever been with, all whithered and died. I remained untouched and all the same as the day I was turned. I regret this. Mortality."

"That's why I will never have a human lover unless I can turn them into a vampire. I don't know what you lost when you were still human, but I can tell that the pain of that loss still lingers. I truly hope, dear sister, that you would not fall in love with another human. We barely managed to save you from yourself. I don't think we would be able to stop you again." 

His voice was stern, but she could tell he was worried, given the way his knee was shaking uncontrollably. Lux laughed, a genuine laugh that alleviated her heart. Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks nd she kept wiping them off with the back of her hand until she stopped moving. She then looked at him, gave him a soft smile, and stood up. Her face looked a mess, so she had to clean herself up. 

"Don't worry. I don't intend to fall in love ever again."

The memory faded, and she was back in front of her reflection. Did she really promise Alceste she would never fall in love again? Lux was sincere when she said these words. She wanted to shield her heart from the pain of losing someone she loved, and for centuries, it worked. For centuries, Lux refrained from falling in love with a mortal soul. She would only enjoy their company, enjoy what they had to offer, which was their blood and sometimes sex. And she would try to convince herself that she was happy like this. She would try to convince herself that it was the right way to go. And it worked. It worked so well until... 

Jake. Jake crashed into her life like a wrecking ball. She believed that it was just going to be a one-night stand. It was just going to be some fun moments, a blink of an eye, and she would be on her merry way. She thought he was just some temporary fun, but reality hit her like a brick wall. What was meant to be a one-night stand turned into an unbearable loss that prompted her to find him again. She could not bear to be away from him for far too long. It amused her at first, and she branded him her special human. She had sparkles in her eyes, tingles going down her spine, and into her loins at the mere thought of him. Her heart was skipping several heartbeats, and her brain was filled with memories of Jake Winchester. Quickly enough, she grew attached to him, to the idea of being his Cara. To the idea of being his and only his. Quickly enough, she no longer saw him as a pleasant distraction and acknowledged that she wanted to share her heart with him. Quickly enough, she realized that she had fallen in love with him. 

That shook her to her core. How could she be in love after a century spent trying to avoid it? She tried to run away from Jake upon realizing her feelings and used the excuse of her current investigation and the matters of the vampire court to effectively leave. Yet, even miles away from Jake, the only thing she wanted was to go back to him. The only thing she needed was to be in his arms. Jake... So foolishly human. So full of contradictions and pain. So full of darkness and light.  He was a kindred spirit, a soul so tortured and yet still capable of love. A soul still capable of good, one she wanted to bring peace to. One she wanted to bring comfort to. One she wanted to heal.  Her tears kept rolling down her cheeks, and she sobbed like a child upon seeing her reflection. She dropped her head, hands holding onto the sink, and simply sobbed. She could not do it again. She could not fall in love with a mortal because if she did, then the same heartbreak would come again. 

Paolo's death led her to the doorsteps of suicide. She wanted to join him in death, could not see a point in living if the soul she loved so dearly was no longer here. Her brother and father fought her, literally and figuratively speaking. They fought so she would remain. They fought so she would not die and leave them alone. They fought so she could see that life was still worth living, even after millennia walking the Earth. She survived this, barely so. She survived this only to fall in love again with another mortal. The idea of losing Jake was unbearable to Lux. She could not fathom going on with her life without him here. Yet what could she do if not let Life do its thing? She refused to turn him into a vampire because it was his wish. He refused to be turned and clung to his humanity. Who was she to trample over his dignity? She would not turn him, but that meant losing him. 

Lux wailed and slowly fell on the toilet's floor.  She wrapped her arms around her frame and pulled her knees up to her face so she could cry into her knees. The only other solution to her pain would be to give up on her immortality and become human again.  This idea shook her to her core, almost made her nauseous to the point of throwing up. She loathed being human and what it entailed. The pain she felt before she turned was still clinging to her bones, still reminding her how being human felt. She remembered the hopelessness, the fear, the disgust, and the void in her heart from her loss. While she could no longer remember what happened to Human Lux, she could still feel it. How could she go back to being like this? How could she wish for a life of misery? 

For Jake, she could. The idea that she could become mortal and lose her powers just so she could be with him was appealing. The idea that she might live a meaningful life with someone who loved her and was willing to share his life with her until the bitter end was appealing. The idea that maybe being human was not the disaster her whole being believed it was when you were with the right person. It was a risk to take, one where perhaps Jake would no longer want her in his life, and she would have given up her immortality for nothing. One where he would grow tired of her, could drop out of the surface of the Earth one cold morning with nothing but her tears for company. There was a chance he broke her heart, and then what? 

Lux was too proud to go back to her Sire and ask him to bite her again. She would rather die than endure this humiliation.  She would rather die than live with that heartbreak for eternity. She would rather die than experience again what humanity gave her. So the idea of becoming human again left her mind as suddenly as it appeared. The truth was that for a brief moment, she went as far as wishing to be human again so she could live with Jake, and the reality of her feelings for him slapped her in the face. She was in love with this human. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to care for him. She wanted to share her life with him and even went as far as considering being human again for him, and that triggered an ancient pain, an old memory of loss and emptiness that made her cry. Was it her destiny? To lose all of the people she had ever loved?  Was it her destiny to live with this unshakable pain that would remind itself to her ever so often? There was pain in love, but oh, her heart craved it and was willing to go through the ordeal for Jake. 

Her special human...

The love of her life....

Jake Winchester.

-TBC-

Nixus: A happy life.

Phoenix had just stepped outside her shower, and while she used a hair dryer on her hair, the woman looked at her reflection.  She realized that she was the healthiest and happiest she'd ever looked in her life. Her skin was glowing, her eyes were full of life. It almost shocked her to see that joy on her face, and she narrowed her eyes to study her face. Her face almost looked like she was a different person, younger even as she was no longer stressed out. She was no longer looking past her shoulder or sleeping with one eye open. It was stunning, what a healthy relationship was.  A brief memory of Anton flashed before her eyes. He never hurt her physically, but he was physically distant and emotionally cold. He said he loved her, would make passionate love to her, but he would pull away from her body when he was done. He would reject all of her attempts at getting closer to him, would never hug her, would never kiss her unless he wanted to have sex with her.  He would, however, sweet-talk her when he wanted her affection. He would reject and then pull her back in. He breathed hot and cold towards her, and she took those crumbs of affection and believed they were the most she could ever get. The most she deserved. 

Did Anton love her? She used to believe he did. At 20 years old, with no romantic experience, it was easy to mistake his attention for genuine affection. It was easy to fall for his words, the tender way he used to call her name, the way he would pepper her face with kisses when he wanted her to give in to him. It was easy to believe him when he said he wanted to build a life with her outside the Guild. Ah. He spoke of taking her on a trip around the world, eating fancy dinners, and buying the most expensive clothes. She bought that lie, thinking that maybe this was Love. It made her chuckle at the thought. How naive was she to think that a man like him could love? He betrayed her in the worst way possible. He sold her to the Guild and bought his freedom on her back. He never tried to reach out to her after, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that Anton only wanted her to buy his beautiful lies so she would fall prey to him. She would become the perfect scapegoat who would pay for his own selfish desire. No wonder he was so distant from her. No wonder he did not want to give her more than crumbs. 

She thought she was in love, but as she matured, Phoenix realized that it was just a powerful attachment to the man. She wanted his affection more than anything else. She needed his affection and was blindsided by her own feelings. Love did not wear Anton's face. It wore Marc's face. Loving Marc came as naturally as breathing fresh air. It was normal. It was a feeling built on trust and confidence. It was a feeling built on trials and errors. on trying to do what was best for the other. It was a love built on respect. A love that welcomed her as she was, without trying to change her or trying to ridicule her. It was a love that made her want to care for him, to pamper him, to protect him, and to make him feel loved. His happiness was the most important for her. Was love Selfless? She realized that it was. It was a love.... It was a love... She realized that tears were rolling down her face and quickly wiped them with the back of her hand. Were they tears of joy or heartbreak? A slight furrow of her brows made her realize that she was actually happy. She was happy and safe. She was happy and wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again. She sighed and gently leaned into her chair. Perhaps this was the life she deserved, an actual life. 

-TBC-

sexual intimacy Lux edition

Sexual intimacy:

Lux (still discovering ) 

* “Puppy!” Calls Jake Puppy and sometimes "Sir" when he's in charge.

* She also likes to curse, "Unholy spirit!" 

* Is very sloppy and messy (she drools a lot when she sucks, her juices are everywhere, she drenches sheets, panties, and even him) 

* Can be hyper-focused on getting fucked / satisfying her lover. Sometimes it’s all she thinks about. 

* She is needy and has a strong appetite. She can calm down, though.

* masturbation doesn’t satisfy her in the long run. 

* She loves to be in control of the most powerful hunter and has him wrapped around her nipples 😛 

* Loves being a slut. considers that she has a premium pussy and boasts about it.

* She is so wet and so tight (seriously dripping wet and getting messy as soon as she’s horny. Tight too… but it’s not uncomfortable for her or Jake) 

* Loves being told how good she feels.

* She is very vulgar and loves being slutty. She likes to call herself a vampire cocksleeve. 

* Likes to make a show of herself (lots of rubbing herself, fingering, and tasting herself in front of him)  

* She is a switch. 

* She praises Jake a lot.

* She is shameless and does not bother with human morals and limitations.

* She loves to be loud and to let people hear how good she's being fucked. 

* She loves it when they fuck in semi-public places. And would never mind initiating or teasing him under the table. 

* She has taken a liking to choking, scratching his skin until it bleeds, biting him, and drinking his blood. She loves to slap him and be physical with Jake to show her pleasure. She really pushes the envelope with him and is probably the roughest she’s ever been with anyone. 

* Loves to be on top of him and to ride him.  She also loves to feel him deep inside her. 

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. She loves it when he is rough with her and pulls on them, grazes his teeth on them, or even bites them.

* She is turned on by their age gap. She is older than him, far, far older than him.

* She fakes complaints about how big he is. He really is the biggest cock she has ever had. And she’s a size queen! Loves to tackle bigger cocks than she used to have before. 

* She loves it when Marc pulls on her hair 

* She’s sensitive, and her nipples really are. When Jake plays with them, she folds. And when he is rough with them? She folds even more. It feels so good.

* “Fuck you, puppy. fuck you!” Likes to curse when she’s getting close. Only when they are fucking. The more she cursed, the better she felt 😛 

* Likes to command him to watch her / grab her/ fuck her harder. She can take initiative. And when she does, it’s explosive. 

* She loves it when he says her name. So fucking much! And even more when he calls her cara. 

* Lux is soft and plump. While she catches the eyes of those who know 😛 plenty aren’t able to handle her curves. Jake Winchester can. 

* Nix is loud. There is no way to make her tone it down.  She doesn’t care if people hear her moan or scream. 

* She is excellent at giving blowjobs, and she’s a good rider too. 

* Lux loves when Jake eats her plump little pussy. He does it so well that when his green eyes are set upon her.

* She gets red upon feeling pleasure.  On her face and chest. 

* “I love my hunter's big cock.” She’s vocal. Crude. Crass. She expresses herself in ways she couldn’t do before. She’s eager and has a strong appetite. 

* She is inappropriate most of the time.  She will always tease Jake in public, let him know she’s horny. Let him know she wants him. 

* She is a switch but mostly a tease. 

* She loves when Jake is passionate ('rough) and when he asserts himself.

* She loves to hear him moan and tell her how it feels. 

* She has such an intense crimson gaze. It seems even brighter when she’s lost in her lust. 

* She’s very flexible.

* She loves to bite him. It turns her on so much. 

 * She loves to grab him. She usually would hold onto his ass whenever she can. And to urge him to fuck her harder. 

* Her tail has a life of its own. It whips the air, his back, and coils around his arms or legs, depending on how she feels about it. 

* She has no issue initiating sex; as a matter of fact, she's very eager and needy.

* She loves when he spanks her and fucks her add-up and face down. 

* Lux loves giving blowjobs. She knows Jake loves to get them too and gets off from both giving and seeing his reaction to her work on him.

* She is a fucking tease even during sex.  She can take all of her time before she grants him relief. She loves it when he begs for her to suck him or go faster or harder against him when she rides him. 

* She loves to make him beg. He makes the sweetest faces and sounds. She loves to see his pleased face so much. 

* She does love when he fucks her standing. :p 

* She loves to scratch Jake’s skin to the point of bleeding. Loves to leave him marks of her love.  She loves to look at it in the morning. 

* She loves to encourage him to let loose.  Especially when she wants to get fucked harder. She would request him to go harder, and he would do it. 

* He can’t hurt her, so she asks him to go all out. 

physical intimacy: lux edition

 Physical intimacy 

Lux:

* Tending to his wounds by licking them. Her saliva can close his wounds. 

* Being the little spoon with Jake.

* Resting her head against his chest to hear his heartbeats

* Kissing Jake.

* She loves to feel his arms around her waist so he can hug her from behind.

* Crying in front of him. She never cries in front of people 

* Holding onto him when he wraps his arms around her for a tight hug.

* She really loves it when they fight. For her, they are foreplay and a way to showcase her affection.

* Lux loves to dance with Jake. It’s her way of communicating her love and desire for him. (The dance can be emotional, sweet, sexy, or downright criminal ) 

* She enjoys Jake's neck kisses, too. (All of his kisses tbh)  

* She looooves when he breathes on her skin. Shivers galore! 

* And when he speaks to her ear!

* Her ears flutter when she's happy to see him. 

*She wags her tail when she is super happy with him, too.

* Taking his blood is a love language. She will bite him when he wants to be bitten. 

* Literally fighting for him and would get wounded in the process 😮 

* She seeks his touch, constantly. Be it a little kiss on his shoulder, his hand, holding his hand, leaning against his shoulder…

* When her fangs tease his skin. 

* She will heal his old vampire wounds as a gift and would make him fresh ones as a token of love.

* When they dance together

Nixus: Bianchi vs Phoenix

 Phoenix and Bianchi 

Phoenix was correcting copies on her dinner table when her phone rang.  She glanced at it, expecting to see Debbie’s name or Marc’s on the screen. Her eyes grew wide as it was neither of them. It was Christie Bianchi, Marc’s partner and family, who was calling her for the first time since they exchanged numbers.  She immediately picked up the call and cleared her throat before answering it. 

« Christie! Woah. You never call. Should I be worried? »

« No. No, don’t worry. I didn’t plan to call you. It’s just…. I’m with JM, Tony is out of town, the older kids are out of town, and the house feels… empty. I thought I would be happy about it, but I miss the daily chaos... » 

«You miss Tony, don’t you? Do you want me to come over for coffee or anything else?” 

“I would have said I was fine with just talking over the phone, but yes, come over.”

“I'll be there in a minute.”

After she hung up the phone, Phoenix blinked and started to pace around her living room. Was it a good idea to go alone to Bianchi’s house? She furrowed her brows and tapped her fingers. She had never been alone with Bianchi and did not know what to expect. The woman was very cunning and very direct. She would grill her with questions and would only stop once satisfied with the answer. If she were like Debbie, perhaps she would want to know more about her feelings for Marc, and this, Phoenix could deal with.  The teacher stood up, grabbed her jacket, her bag, and her keys, and left her apartment. She took a cab to Bianchi's house, walked past the driveway, and rang the doorbell. 

Bianchi rushed to the front door and opened it with one hand while the other held onto her youngest child. She tilted her head to the side, quickly glancing at the gorgeous woman before her, in plain denim jeans, a white shirt, and tennis shoes. Bianchi herself was wearing a loose tracksuit, with a white tank top and a pair of sleepers.  She pushed the door wider and stepped back to let Phoenix walk into her home. She briskly walked towards the living room. The teacher gently closed the door behind her and joined Christie in the living room. She was holding JM and trying to soothe her child by rocking back and forth. The room was a bit cluttered but very lovely with a large sofa, a wide flat-screen, and a lovely small wooden table where a few magazines were displayed. Phoenix sat on the sofa and tucked some hair behind her ear while her blue eyes stared at the blonde mother. 

"You know, you can give me JM if you need a break."

"Are you sure? He's been very fussy today, and I can't seem to be able to calm him down."

"That's because you're exhausted, Christie. Hand the boy over and get yourself some coffee or some tea. I'll be fine." 

JM was indeed fussy, and he kicked and wiggled in his mom's arms before he saw the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa. He extended his arms for her to pick him up, and Phoenix stood up and grabbed the child. She returned to the sofa and sat while Christie went to fetch herself a hot cup of coffee. She poured some fresh water into a glass and came back to the living room to hand it over to Phoenix.

"You are an angel, Phoenix. Thank you. I was at my wits' end today. I am not used to Tony being away for so long. I figured that maybe we could spend the afternoon together and  have a proper talk?"

"If I did not know you, I would have thought you wanted to trick me into confessing my little secrets to you. " -She was sincere, but the little chuckle she added to her sentence helped pass it off as a joke. Bianchi ran her hand through her blond locks and chuckled at her words, taking them as a joke.-

"Well.... I know I have the habit of never letting Marc off the hook, but it's because it's so difficult to get him to talk. He likes to keep to himself, doesn't he?" -She laughed, and when Nix took the glass of water, she walked back to the kitchen to keep an eye on her coffee.- "Besides, I wanted to get to know you better. After all, you're Marc's girl, and since Marc is family, it's like you are part of my family too. What a terrible sister I would be if I did not care for you."

Her words were warm, and Phoenix forced herself to take a few sips of her water and to put the glass on the table. JM was fascinated by her hair, so he held onto her locks and pulled on them. It did not bother Phoenix, who found herself smiling to herself and rubbing the back of the child. Was she family? Christie was trying to show up for her and let her know that she could count on her, too. Debbie was family, and in Phoenix's heart, she would always be her sister, but Bianchi was also welcoming her to her big family, accepting her as being worthy of having a big family too. of belonging somewhere and to some people.

" I am honoured that you think of me as family. I am glad you thought of me, and for the record, Marc is talking to me. I don't have to work hard to get an answer from him." -She chuckled and pressed JM's head against her chest as the child was finally losing his battle with sleep-

"Pfftt and now you're flexing on me." -Bianchi laughed and then came back to the living room with her cup of coffee...- "But it's good. I am glad that you guys communicate well. It means Marc is comfortable with you. Look, I think I should come clean to you. When Marc brought up the topic of his hot neighbour, I had to look you up. I noticed that you've been in the USA for two years, matching the time you arrived in Detroit. You've been there before, but on tourist visas." 

"That's correct." 

"At first, I was a bit surprised that there was not a lot of presence online before you arrived in Detroit. I was very suspicious of you, but I could not bring it to Marc, not until I had vetted you."

"Understandable. What did you find, then?"

"You've worked for the Belgian secret services. Obviously, I could not have access to your files, but your presence was confirmed, and your former supervisor spoke highly of you. Your work helped not only Belgium but also a few African countries and the USA. Your records are squeaky clean, and you were even awarded a medal. He assured me that you never worked in the field, but you received some training."

"It's been a lifetime ago, Christie. I can see that you wanted to know why I moved to the USA. I needed a change. I needed something bright. My previous work was extremely stressful, and I was confronted with the hideous side of mankind. I needed to have hope again. I worked on intelligence, I never took lives, but I saw first-hand the horrors of the war."

"I see. I tried to look up further in your past. All I could find was that you were born in Congo. That you are an orphan, and you went into the Belgian foster care system." 

Bianchi narrowed her eyes, observing Phoenix's reactions to her words. These were the truth, breadcrumbs she could not hide and did not want to. While she joined the Belgian secret services, the truth was that it was her cover. She was working for the Guild, taking on missions on their behalf while maintaining the perfect cover of a secret agent from the Belgian Services.  She pinched her lips together and pressed a kiss to JM's forehead. Her hands trembled, and Bianchi noticed it.  Deep down, the teacher was scared of Bianchi wanting to look further into her and uncovering her lies by doing so. 

"Also true. What is it that you want to know?" -her voice tried to remain neutral, but it cracked, and she licked her bottom lip to try and keep her composure-

"Is there something that I should know that you are not telling Marc?"

"Yeah... I can't bring myself to talk about it, but I guess that since you've looked into me, I might as well tell you the truth. Marc only knows that I have been a headhunter; I used to connect people together. It is true in the sense that part of my job in the secret services was to bring the right people to the right places, for testimonies, for witness protection, for plea deals with the DA... I did not specify what I was doing because I simply couldn't discuss the cases I worked on.  I did not want to lie to him, but I am trying to distance myself from that work and the shit I saw there. " -She took a deep breath- 

"Phoenix.. I'm sorry..." Bianchi put her hand over her mouth. She put the coffee on the table and sat next to Phoenix on the sofa.-

"I will tell him when I am ready. I also did not tell him the shit I endured in foster care. Does he really need to know the horror stories I have? He knows about the whip scars on my back. From childhood until adulthood, I was punished for any mistake I made.  I was raised for perfection, and I failed every single time, and they reminded me, every. single. time. I did not tell him about my first time...about the other times that followed, because what's the point in bringing that up? I was a tool, a plaything for my foster parents. I was a pretty doll that was anything they wanted me to be. I was an orphan; nobody loved me, so it was easy to take advantage of me. I never had a family, and the only man I fell in love with faked his own death instead of breaking up with me, after years of sweet-talking me about a future together. I can't tell Marc about any of this because if I do... If I do... I will break into a thousand pieces."

She ended up crying, unable to keep her tears from falling. She wanted to look strong, especially in front of her boyfriend's best friend, but she simply could not keep her tears from rolling down her cheeks. It was the truth, maybe not all of it, but it was the truth and being able to speak it broke her mind. Bianchi gently stroked her back, trying to comfort her. She felt protective of her and perceived her answers as genuine.  Bianchi squeezed her arm and pinched her lips together.

"I am sorry, Nix. I did not want to bring back awful memories. I wanted to come clean to you because it was eating at me a bit. It's just... You're Marc's first girlfriend. Before you, he hooked up with a lot of girls, and I wanted to protect him.  I wanted to know--"

"I am in love with Marc. He is my home, my safe place, and my person. I want to grow old with him, have a lovely and quiet life with Marc. Christie... Do I make him happy?"

"Uh? Why are you asking-- Yes...Yes, you do. If you did not, I would have told you."

"Would you? I hope so...I'm new to dating, new to building a life with someone else...If you knew that he was not happy, I would hope that you would tell me so I could fix things. I would hate it if he were unhappy with me. I would-"

"Hey, relax. You're doing great. He's happy, and I am happy. I'm sorry I came up strong, but it had to be done. Now now, tell me how you managed to make JM fall asleep on you?"

Phoenix looked at the little guy who was comfortably sleeping against her chest.  She used the hand that stroked the child's back to wipe her face clean. She calmed down and gave a gentle smile to Christie. After all, the blonde woman was trying to look out for her best friend, and while she came off strongly, it reassured Phoenix to know that the guild respected their word and buried her past. She managed to convince a cop of her sincerity by telling the truth and felt that she was welcomed. Bianchi took advantage of her son being asleep to actually talk about more mature issues with Phoenix. She was able to talk about her family and her love for her husband, Tony. Not one to be shy about anything, she dived deep into her sexual life, laughed about some shenanigans her child did, and curiously asked questions about Marc.  Phoenix did not give her too much info, but she assured her that Marc satisfied her beyond her expectations.  They talked so much that night fell upon them, and Phoenix decided to go back home.  Bianchi put her son to bed and walked Phoenix to her cab.  As they said goodbye, she hugged the woman as tight as she could and whispered. 

"Thank you for coming. I had a lot of fun with you today. You know you can drop by anytime you need to. Both you and Marc are welcome."

" Thank you, Christie. If you want to come to my place, well, you definitely can too. Thanks for the afternoon." 

-TBC-