devoutish | IC contact for maskormenace

Considering the porter's fondness for you, I think you may have to start calling it home.

[ A pause. ]

But I do understand what you mean.

[ Her home could never be here either. Not unless her daughter arrived, too. ]

Yeah. I'm a stubborn man; it won't be home even if I'm here for years more.

What is it you have waiting for you back home?

Family, business. Home. A life.

But not a wife? Children? Yet, at least.

No. And being stuck here, that's a blessing.

Found no one here to settle down with? Well, good. I was planning on ravaging you either way when I arrived so this spares me the inevitable fight.

And why are you not knocking at my front door yet?

Much though I wish teleportation was a power of mine, darling, I can only move so fast. But the cab should be arriving shortly.

[And when she does arrive, he'll be watching at the window for her, ready to unlock the door.]

[ True to her word, the cab does pull up not too long afterward. The driver seems content to leave without pay. Hm. Curious. But Maeve doesn't bat an eye as she heads up to Alfie's door. And upon seeing him, she wastes no time reaching out and greeting him with a forceful kiss. No hellos. No pleasantries. No time wasted. ]

[No complaints here - he'd been planning to do the same thing himself, and he finds himself not minding in the least that she's stolen his thunder by doing it first.

Without breaking away, he pulls her through the door and into the house. The dogs have been shut out in the back garden in preparation for this, so she won't have to worry about getting jumped on.]

[ Once behind closed doors, Maeve hops up in his arms -- wrapping her legs securely around his hips without even a pause for air. She's found herself yearning for what is familiar in this world, using those previous connections as a cornerstone to reorient herself here.

And this definitely does bring back a lot of memories. ]

[Alfie wraps his arms around her immediately, holding her up. Walking backwards and doing his best not to bump into any furniture, he brings them back towards the bedroom, letting out a hiss of pain into the kiss as he bangs his leg into the doorframe.]

[ Mercifully, Maeve doesn't laugh at him. She does crack a bit of a smile against his mouth, though. It's a bruise to remember her by! And there will likely be more where that came from. ]

It's not too bad. Your place.

[ An idle remark as her lips drag along his jawline. ]

Mmmm.

[He edges her towards the bed.]

Yeah, I'm quite fond of it, now.

[Not nearly enough to want to stay, but it's a nice little temporary home.]

Certainly beats sharing with whoever it is they house us with.

[ Maeve leans down, her mouth finding his neck and she nips at the skin as he leads them toward the bed. With one arm wrapped around his shoulders for support -- the other begins popping the buttons of his shirt one by one. ]

And you're stuck with that again too, I suppose--

[He gets to work on her shirt, too - taking his time, occasionally stopping to run a finger along what's still covered up.

On his own upper chest, there's a raised, round bump, about an inch in diameter - something unnatural implanted under the skin. The skin around it is a little bruised, but if her fingers do brush against it, it doesn't seem to bother him.]

Mmm. I am. In Heropa this time.

[ Something she will probably look to change, of course. But for the time being, she's managed to remove that shirt -- and she does take note of the device. It's not something she recalls being there from the numerous other times the two of them were together. And Maeve, being what she is, well -- cancer isn't written into the narrative. So there's confusion as her fingers brush against it and she looks up at Alfie in wonder. ]

What happened to you, love?

Heropa.

[Said in the same tone one might say a swampy, sticky hellhole, which is pretty much how he views all of Florida.

He gets her shirt off and goes to unfasten her bra, stopping only for a second when she finds the port.]

Ah, it's nothing.

[He's not trying to lie or hide anything - just trying to reassure.]

Yeah, it's just something a doctor put in me. It's used to deliver medicine. Keeps me well.

[ For a moment, she becomes all too aware of the difference in mortality between them. It's not something she's given much thought to before. But now it's staring her in the face in the form of a medical device under his skin. ]

If they had to go to this extreme, it must be an extreme sort of illness. Will you be cured?

[ Perhaps a naive question, but it's genuinely something Maeve doesn't quite understand -- the full limits of human survival when it comes to things that aren't murder. ]

[He fiddles with her bra strap, unhooking it but not rushing to pull it the rest of the way off.]

It's not the sort of thing that gets cured.

[His voice is even and calm. This isn't something he talks about often, but he's thought about it quite a bit.]

But it's controlled, for as long as I'm here.

[ Her brows knit together and she places her hand on his chest for a moment, settling it there to feel his heartbeat. And then she goes to shift their positions, rolling over so she is atop him, the bra straps sliding down her arms and she allows it to drop onto the side of the bed. ]

So why is it, then, that you're in such a rush to leave? Is that the sort of life you really want to head toward? One where you're destined to die?

[ Palms roaming down his bare chest, she grasps onto his belt and unbuckles it. ]

[He keeps his hands on the sides of her ribcage as they roll, then skims his fingers up to her shoulders, stroking the soft skin there.]

It's not a perfect life, and it's a mortal life - but it's still my life. Here-- well. I'm living, I'm alive, but I don't belong here, Maeve. Not really.

[He lifts his hips, helping to slide his trousers down.]

[ It's not something she can argue because it isn't as though Maeve has much of a life in this world. But it still makes her sad on his behalf. Her expression betrays that emotion, but what can she do? It's not like she can promise a life for him here. It's not like she can make this world worth living in because he has the right to choose.

So, she says nothing. An arm wraps around his shoulders and she leans forward for a crushing kiss. At the least, for the time they do have together, she can be a distraction.

Maeve aids as best as she can in removing his slacks before turning her attention to her own with an urgency. ]

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