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[dark-devilish-desires]

She held onto his hand like a lifeline, brushing his knuckles with her thumb. "I love you, too. It used to be so clear, this vision I had for my life and the country. Then you came along and disrupted it in the best possible way. I do deserve it. It took me a long time to come to that conclusion."

Alicia brought his hand to her lips and kissed the back of his hand tenderly. "As far as what you do, the world is your oyster, Malcolm. There will always be some self-important wanker who needs the guidance of the Wolf of Westminster. You'll always find a soul to guide."

[tuckeresque]

Malcolm sighed, eyebrows furrowed as he watched her lips brush the back of his hand. "Yer sweet, ye know," he murmured, unbuckling his seatbelt and learning over for a kiss. It was gentle, perfectly chaste, and followed by another to her forehead.

Afterward, he sighed and drew away, slipping out of the car with her. He locked the Aston, pocketed his keys, and carried his briefcase along as they made their way to the front door.

"I'm starving," he announced. "Absolutely famished."

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"I'm starving as well. Why don't we make something together? A nice pasta, perhaps?" She unlocked the front door, glancing back to make certain her security detail was in place. They no longer had Remy or Sherrinford staying with them, but there was still a full time crew around the perimeter.

"We can look at trips to New Zealand afterwards. What was that you mentioned - Hobbiton? I so want to see you in a little Hobbit house, scrunching down to get through the door." For some reason, that visual tickled her immensely. "Do you even own any casual clothes? We might have to go shopping for you."

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She leaned into him, resting her head against his thigh. She tried to take his advice, breathing in and out slowly. Just to try and lighten the moment a bit, she sniffled and tried to give him a smile. "You're really going to let me drive your car? Of course I'll drive. I've wanted to get behind the wheel of that beauty for years."

Her eyes drifted to the intruder, wondering just how hard she'd hit him. Hopefully the police would be there before he woke up. Just as the thought entered her mind, there was a knock on the open door, and a police constable entered. "Someone here call for the police?"

And just that quickly, Kate's hair-trigger temper took a turn. She gave Malcolm's thigh a squeeze and scrambled to her feet. "Yes, twice as it happens. And if you'd showed up when I called the first time, perhaps Mr. Tucker here wouldn't be sporting all these bruises. Now would you please kindly handcuff that bastard on the floor? He broke into my home, defaced my property, and God only knows what else."

[tuckeresque]

The next hour or so was a blur. After the police left, she packed a (big) bag for herself and they left together. He slipped into the car with her, laying his head back on the seat and closing his eyes as she drove them to his townhouse.

He almost fell asleep, to be honest. When they arrived, he slipped out with her, still determined to carry her bag up the walkway to the door. He was, if nothing else, a gentleman. And besides, he was sure that her hips and legs must have hurt by now.

With his good eye open, he unlocked the door and allowed her entry. Home. A house she hadn't visited since they said goodbye. He tried not to think too deeply about that, swallowing the lump in his throat and setting her bag aside. He closed the door, locked up, and flicked the outside lamp off. Before he could forget, he also sent a message to Jamie and Sam in their group chat, letting them know about everything that happened tonight.

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Kate knew his house as well as she knew her own. She got him settled on his sofa, then went to the kitchen to brew them some tea. She, for one, could use it.

She took a peek at his cupboards, shaking her head at how bare they were. She'd have to do a big shop tomorrow.

While she was putting the tea tray together, there was a knock at the door, followed by the sound of a key opening the lock. For a moment, she wondered if someone had followed them to Malcolm's. Then she heard voices she recognized - Sam and Jamie.

She added more water to the kettle, and two more cups to the tray. Kate could hear Jamie cursing as only Jamie can do. They were lecturing Malcolm, well, Jamie was. Sam was fussing over him like a mother hen. Once the water had boiled, she steeped a pot and took everything into the living room. "Can anyone join in on this bollocking?"

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There had been times when Lilith wished for mortality. Long stretches of doing Lucifer’s bidding, being held under his thumb, praying it would somehow end. But Alistair was right. This was new and exciting.

“We are becoming a true hybrid. Nobody ever considered that a vampire and a demon could commingle their blood and take on each other’s characteristics. That’s something else we should discuss with Ambrose. Perhaps we’re looking at the creation of a new race. Mummy and Daddy.”

She turned slightly so she could lie on her back and look at him. “We bring out the absolute best in each other. You make me so happy, Alistair.”

[grumpymusings]

He was watching her with furrowed eyebrows, expression warm and open. He ran a finger across her eyebrow, down her cheek, and then followed her jawline. "Yeah, we do." It was said with a soft, happy sigh, finger continuing on its path down her throat and over her sternum. He politely drew away afterward, just before he could go any further.

"You do bring out the best in me, Lilith. I'd marry you if you ever wanted it. I'm already yours, it isn't needed, but it might be nice. It's something I never had the chance to experience when I was mortal. Pledging my eternal faith and loyalty to you sounds rather romantic."

It was such an earnest confession, and he cleared his throat softly, lying back and closing his eyes. He was uneasy now. It felt silly, admitting something like that.

"As for... the rest, the creation of a new species, new race, whatever you want to call it... I can't. I promised myself that I would never make another, so whether it's lovemaking with these new... abilities of ours, with you falling pregnant, or me biting and turning another friend or stranger, it doesn't matter. I won't give a Life of Undeath to anyone else. Never again. I'm sorry, love. Please, don't be upset with me."

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"Oh my hell, Alistair, that isn't what I meant at all. I can't even consider children. I'm not over what happened with Adam. I won't do that again. What I meant was our abilities are something new, something never before seen. I'm not looking to replicate it. This is something just for us."

She reached up and cupped his face. "But what you said about marrying me... that I would consider. I'm just surprised you'd even thought about it. I won't deny I'd like spend forever with you. I've never had a relationship where I mattered more than anything else. Adam threw me out, replaced me with Eve. Lucifer was only using me. Mortal Adam was in love with Mary Wardwell, not me. More than anything, I don't want to fuck this up."

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Kate was shaking, and she needed a moment to compose herself. She walked to the kitchen without saying anything to Malcolm, to get him some ice. She grabbed a dishtowel and filled it with ice from the freezer then went back to gently lay it against his poor face.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, Malcolm. I never should have involved you with this. Seeing you hurt... it..." she stopped talking and sat down on the floor next to him. It was like a dam broke loose, and she began to cry. It was a culmination of stress from the attempted takeover, the break-in, and seeing Malcolm again. "I would take a beating myself before I'd ever want you to be hurt because of me."

"This is a mistake. I should have walked out of your office. But I couldn't help myself. Stupid heart wants what it wants."

Jesus. Had she said that?

[tuckeresque]

With the towel and a bag of ice pressed against his face, he reached out to lay a hand over her shoulder. It was more for her benefit than his own, and he sighed softly as he considered her words.

"I dinnae... I dinnae want ye saying any of that after all the stress or what ye just saw happen in here, luv. Save it for later, please. When yer clearheaded and I'm not on the verge of passing out as well."

It meant a lot to him, though. It left his heart pounding. After all, he'd never stopped loving her. Without even considering the wisdom in the action, he laid a hand over her shoulder and drew her closer, trying to relax her now that the madness was over and the assailant was lying face down on the floor. He rubbed her back gently. "Just breathe," he murmured. "Breathe for me. The police will be here soon."

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She leaned into him, resting her head against his thigh. She tried to take his advice, breathing in and out slowly. Just to try and lighten the moment a bit, she sniffled and tried to give him a smile. "You're really going to let me drive your car? Of course I'll drive. I've wanted to get behind the wheel of that beauty for years."

Her eyes drifted to the intruder, wondering just how hard she'd hit him. Hopefully the police would be there before he woke up. Just as the thought entered her mind, there was a knock on the open door, and a police constable entered. "Someone here call for the police?"

And just that quickly, Kate's hair-trigger temper took a turn. She gave Malcolm's thigh a squeeze and scrambled to her feet. "Yes, twice as it happens. And if you'd showed up when I called the first time, perhaps Mr. Tucker here wouldn't be sporting all these bruises. Now would you please kindly handcuff that bastard on the floor? He broke into my home, defaced my property, and God only knows what else."

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That was some serious emotional whiplash Malcolm just went through. Perhaps it was her fault. Alicia should have waited to mention it to him after they got home. “It’s nothing bad, Malcolm. I’m revisiting my priorities. There’s something about being kidnapped and tortured that tends to clarify what I might want out of life.”

She sighed quietly. She didn’t want to have this discussion in his car. But she owed him this. “You know I want to become Secretary of State for Defence. I want to make a difference with the intelligence services. But I’ve been thinking that there might be a time limit on how long I want to remain in service. I’ve already served as Home Secretary longer than most.”

She faltered a moment, words failing her for a moment. Then she gathered her courage. “The truth of it is that I want more than public service. After my husband died, the only thing I had to look forward to was my public life. But now I have you. You were the greatest, most wonderful surprise. I want a life with you. I want to look forward to a time where I’m just your wife. Does that make sense?”

[tuckeresque]

Feeling like an idiot, he blindly reached out for her fingers. He squeezed them gently, trying like hell to regulate his breathing while he focused on the road. They were a short distance from home, just a few more streets, and it would be fine.

For a moment, he wasn't quite sure what to say. He squeezed her hand again, then sighed. "Right, sorry," he admitted. "I'm a fuckin' wanker. Ignore me, alright?"

He had his own issues to work through. If anything, the last however fucking long had been spent being solely focused on her. Just now, everything going to his head, he'd expected her to say that this marriage wasn't worth the work. What she actually said, however, was far different.

As they pulled into the long drive, eventually parking by the house, he turned towards her and watched her for a moment. His expression was soft, open. Vulnerable, even.

"This was a marriage of convenience," he began. "When everything first started, back then. It was for work. It was... because we were being blackmailed with intimate photographs of us in yer office. Do ye remember all that? We were distant, cold. Quiet. Kept tae ourselves. Stopped having sex then, too. We just... werenae present. It was all for work. And then ye were... kidnapped, and it changed everything. I realized I loved ye. I realized it was far more than just convenience. It was real."

He ran his fingers through his hair, staring blankly at the steering wheel. "What am I supposed tae do with myself once ye retire? Ye deserve it. Ye really do. Ye've given yer entire life to this shit, and it's about time. But still."

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She held onto his hand like a lifeline, brushing his knuckles with her thumb. "I love you, too. It used to be so clear, this vision I had for my life and the country. Then you came along and disrupted it in the best possible way. I do deserve it. It took me a long time to come to that conclusion."

Alicia brought his hand to her lips and kissed the back of his hand tenderly. "As far as what you do, the world is your oyster, Malcolm. There will always be some self-important wanker who needs the guidance of the Wolf of Westminster. You'll always find a soul to guide."

[tuckeresque]

❝ the pitbulls ❞

“Lies shed their skin

Like snakes.”

It was a fundraiser. A charity ball, really. Not to mention one that let in far too many wankers for Malcolm's tastes. He was stuffed into a nice suit, velvet jacket and all, and as miserable as could be. He hated everyone here. Sam wasn't even with him tonight. She was spending the weekend with her mother. The poor woman had some sort of medical procedure, so she was staying over at her place.

Nevertheless, Malcolm persevered and made the rounds to speak with everyone. Later, however, he brushed arms with one Harvey Specter, of all people.

His eyebrows rose, a bit startled. "When the fuck did ye get here? Just vacationing, or are ye working on an overseas case? Ye shoulda texted me and told me that ye'd be in London, ye twat."

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"Nice to see you too, Malcolm," Harvey drawled. "I don't drag out my monkey suit for fun. I'm here strictly to schmooze and make connections. I'm over on business, working on a civil rights case for an American citizen." Harvey Specter was drinking a glass of champagne, dressed in his custom Tom Ford tuxedo. "You're looking good, Malcolm."

They hadn't spoken in several years, which was mostly Harvey's fault, he supposed. He'd given up his firm, moved to Seattle to work with Mike and Rachel Ross. It was rewarding work, and the satisfaction he received far exceeded the sacrifices he'd made.

"If I remember, you hate this sort of thing. What brings you out? I didn't think you believed in charity, Macolm."

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Kate was dialing 999 as soon as she heard Malcolm and the assailant start to scuffle. She gave her name and address, and then she started practically screaming. “I called you earlier to report a break in, but you couldn’t be fucked to come down here and check it out. And the wanker was STILL INSIDE, and he’s assaulting the Wolf of Westminster. You’re going to have the biggest fucking lawsuit on your hands if you don’t get your lazy, overfed public service arses down here NOW.”

Kate felt helpless, and watching Malcolm fight this man was tearing her heart to pieces. Malcolm was taking a beating, and it was her fault. She spied her cane propped up by the fireplace. Before she could consider the wisdom of her actions, she grabbed it and bashed the intruder on the back of the head with it. He went down like a sack of wet cement, out cold.

She rushed over to Malcolm and helped him to his feet. “Jesus, Malcolm, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?”

[tuckeresque]

The moment she pulled him to his feet, he slid right back down to sit. Thankfully, there was a hassock that he landed on.

"Jesus Christ, luv. For fuck's sake. I... I think... I think I'm alright." He paused, taking inventory of everything that hurt. His face was a mottled, bloody mess, hands too, his ribs ached, knees hurt, arse was sore. "I'm fine. I'll be fine. I havenae been in a fight since I was about sixteen. I'd like tae just... get us home, aye? After these fuckin' police come, obviously. Arseholes. Would ye mind driving later for us?"

Dazed, he turned to look at the crumpled heap on the floor. Maybe he was the only intruder. Maybe there had been more men than just him. Either way, at least they had one of them.

He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, gently pressing it to his nose and then wiping his face as well. He hissed all the while. "I'm so sorry, Katie. Couldnae let him just escape. I thought... I guess I thought if we kept him here, the police would finally have tae pay attention tae ye. That's really all that I was focused on."

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Kate was shaking, and she needed a moment to compose herself. She walked to the kitchen without saying anything to Malcolm, to get him some ice. She grabbed a dishtowel and filled it with ice from the freezer then went back to gently lay it against his poor face.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, Malcolm. I never should have involved you with this. Seeing you hurt... it..." she stopped talking and sat down on the floor next to him. It was like a dam broke loose, and she began to cry. It was a culmination of stress from the attempted takeover, the break-in, and seeing Malcolm again. "I would take a beating myself before I'd ever want you to be hurt because of me."

"This is a mistake. I should have walked out of your office. But I couldn't help myself. Stupid heart wants what it wants."

Jesus. Had she said that?

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For once, Alicia wasn’t thinking about the election. She was thinking about her and Malcolm having a chance to be alone without any bodyguards. That sounded so lovely. “New Zealand it is. I’ll make the arrangements personally. You’re going to think I’m mad, but I want to see all the places where Lord of the Rings was filmed. I want to be a tourist. Be Alicia and Malcolm.”

She turned her head to watch him drive, admiring the way his hands looked on the wheel. They’d had precious little time as Malcolm and Alicia. “When we get home, I’d really like to talk to you about something. It’s regarding our future. Where we want to be. I’m having thoughts.”

[tuckeresque]

He could feel her eyes on him from the passenger seat. If anything, he released a soft sigh. "Dinnae really like the sound of that," he admitted. "Here ye are telling me how badly ye want a holiday together, a chance to just be us, Malcolm and Alicia, and to visit fuckin'... Hobbiton and all that cute shite. It sounds fuckin' lovely, tae be honest. I'm over here smiling. But then ye go and say something like that. What's this about?"

Panic was rising in his chest. It made him feel sick. After everything they had been through together, he wondered if she'd finally come to the realization that perhaps they would be better off as boss and adviser. Period, end of. Maybe she hadn't yet found the time to tell him. Maybe it was a new revelation for her. Just the thought of it left him aching inside. But maybe he just needed to trust in the fact that someone had finally come along who wasn't going to throw him to the wayside.

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That was some serious emotional whiplash Malcolm just went through. Perhaps it was her fault. Alicia should have waited to mention it to him after they got home. “It’s nothing bad, Malcolm. I’m revisiting my priorities. There’s something about being kidnapped and tortured that tends to clarify what I might want out of life.”

She sighed quietly. She didn’t want to have this discussion in his car. But she owed him this. “You know I want to become Secretary of State for Defence. I want to make a difference with the intelligence services. But I’ve been thinking that there might be a time limit on how long I want to remain in service. I’ve already served as Home Secretary longer than most.”

She faltered a moment, words failing her for a moment. Then she gathered her courage. “The truth of it is that I want more than public service. After my husband died, the only thing I had to look forward to was my public life. But now I have you. You were the greatest, most wonderful surprise. I want a life with you. I want to look forward to a time where I’m just your wife. Does that make sense?”

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It made Kate feel better that she wasn’t walking into her violated home alone. Without giving it much thought, she reached for Malcolm’s hand, something in her needing the solid feel of his fingers wrapped around hers. Her mind was doing some odd mental gymnastics. Yes, she’d worked for a dominatrix. She’d participated in extremely delicate sexual matters without blinking an eye. But this was different. This was someone who was willing to violate her personal space just to get her to sell her place of business.

She’d eventually get angry about it, but for the moment she was frightened, and she was glad Malcolm was going in with her. “I very much appreciate you dropping everything to come,” she murmured. “And I appreciate the offer of staying at yours. You’re right. It’s probably the place I’d feel the safest.”

They had reached the door, and she stopped, tugging on his hand to make Malcolm stop as well. “Let’s just listen for a moment before we go in. Caution would be advised here.”

[tuckeresque]

Without even questioning it, Malcolm held her hand tightly, hoping to offer support and strength. They waited for a moment, and he turned his gaze to Kate as they listened. It sounded quiet, anyway. There was nothing to be heard but silence.

"Stay here for a minute," he whispered. "I dinnae want ye going inside just yet."

Before doing anything, he handed her his unlocked mobile, just in case. Then he stepped into the house, glancing around. He made it down the hall before someone dressed in all black came barreling towards him. Malcolm never even had the chance to react. They went flying down to the ground together, landing in a heap. Malcolm gasped, the wind knocked from his shoulders, just before he was punched squarely in the face.

Rolling them over, he called out to Kate in a panic. "Call the fuckin' police!" And then the fight continued, both of them scrambling to their feet, landing knocks, knees, and punches. Fucking hell. Malcolm wasn't built for this sort of thing.

The man tried to escape, but Malcolm's only thought was to keep him in the flat, so he rushed after him. He had to make him stay. That way, at least, the police would take the case more seriously. If they had an assailant here, the police would actually give a flying shit about Kate.

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Kate was dialing 999 as soon as she heard Malcolm and the assailant start to scuffle. She gave her name and address, and then she started practically screaming. “I called you earlier to report a break in, but you couldn’t be fucked to come down here and check it out. And the wanker was STILL INSIDE, and he’s assaulting the Wolf of Westminster. You’re going to have the biggest fucking lawsuit on your hands if you don’t get your lazy, overfed public service arses down here NOW.”

Kate felt helpless, and watching Malcolm fight this man was tearing her heart to pieces. Malcolm was taking a beating, and it was her fault. She spied her cane propped up by the fireplace. Before she could consider the wisdom of her actions, she grabbed it and bashed the intruder on the back of the head with it. He went down like a sack of wet cement, out cold.

She rushed over to Malcolm and helped him to his feet. “Jesus, Malcolm, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?”

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Lilith snuggled back against him, getting as close as she could to him. “I’m not upset, darling. Not at all. Besides, I kept a whopper of a secret myself, so I’ve no right to judge you for keeping your age to yourself. You’ve nothing that needs forgiveness.”

Their little familiars came running into the room, jumping up on the bed. They’d had a snack and had played together, now they just wanted to be close to their parents. “We should talk to Ambrose tomorrow. I think he can help us with teaching you magic. I’m certain he has some spell books handy. What would be perfect is if we could find some Celtic spells for you.”

So this was what happiness and and love contentment felt like. She hadn’t really known what she was missing until now. Someone who actually considered her needs ahead of his own. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced.

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Alistair began laughing as their familiars pounced on him, eventually running down his legs and settling at the foot of the bed. Afterward, his eyes met Lilith's, and he hummed softly.

"Of course," he said, a hand moving through her long hair and brushing it away from her shoulder. "Ambrose will have the answers we seek. He always does."

The prospect of performing spells (of any kind) was a jarring one. Magic. He wondered if he would have any aptitude for it. "It's funny," he mused. "I've been on earth for so long now. It's a rarity, you realize, to find something new for a being like me. You must be the same way, I'm sure. We've survived for ages, you and me, stagnant yet enduring. Something new feels rather exciting. Revitalizing. Fun. I'm looking forward to seeing Ambrose tomorrow."

It didn't matter what they were doing, so long it was done together.

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There had been times when Lilith wished for mortality. Long stretches of doing Lucifer’s bidding, being held under his thumb, praying it would somehow end. But Alistair was right. This was new and exciting.

“We are becoming a true hybrid. Nobody ever considered that a vampire and a demon could commingle their blood and take on each other’s characteristics. That’s something else we should discuss with Ambrose. Perhaps we’re looking at the creation of a new race. Mummy and Daddy.”

She turned slightly so she could lie on her back and look at him. “We bring out the absolute best in each other. You make me so happy, Alistair.”

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She thought for a moment, wondering if she dared speak her mind. “Honestly, I’d love to go to Australia and New Zealand. I’ve always wanted to go, I’ve just never had the opportunity. Perhaps at a time when it’s winter here, but summer there. Somewhere no one knows who we are.”

She’d done a fair bit of traveling with her work, but that part of the world was still a mystery to her.

[tuckeresque]

"Is that what ye want?" asked Malcolm, fingers teasingly squeezing her thigh. "Tae go somewhere new, where no one knows us? Sounds fuckin' marvelous, actually, tae be honest."

He was thinking about the upcoming election, a sigh spilling from his lips. For a moment, as he focused on the road, he lost himself to wild thoughts. Of them winning, of them losing. The aftermath of both.

"I bet New Zealand is lovely. The weather's nice there around this time of year. I'm not so sure about hot, sweaty Australia, though. If yer asking for my opinion, that is. I dinnae need any sunburn. I'd look like a boiled lobster."

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For once, Alicia wasn’t thinking about the election. She was thinking about her and Malcolm having a chance to be alone without any bodyguards. That sounded so lovely. “New Zealand it is. I’ll make the arrangements personally. You’re going to think I’m mad, but I want to see all the places where Lord of the Rings was filmed. I want to be a tourist. Be Alicia and Malcolm.”

She turned her head to watch him drive, admiring the way his hands looked on the wheel. They’d had precious little time as Malcolm and Alicia. “When we get home, I’d really like to talk to you about something. It’s regarding our future. Where we want to be. I’m having thoughts.”

[dark-devilish-desires]

If her hand tingled a bit when he touched her, well, she ignored it as best she could. "You... you said something about you and Mycroft talking about your personal lives. I assumed that meant you actually had one."

She pondered that in the back of her mind, while trying to think of what she needed. "I won't stay any longer than I have to."

Had there really been no one else? She found it hard to believe that the Wolf of Downing Street had not been intimate with anyone else. Okay, don't go there, Kate, she cautioned herself.

"Alright. Let's go. I think I'm ready."

[tuckeresque]

"Good lord, lass... When I said my fuckin' personal life, I meant far more than just a relationship. Friends and family count as well, ye know. I have those, too. We dinnae really discuss family much. He'll ask how they're doing from time tae time, but that's about it."

As they left together, he fell in step with her. Seeing her walking again, even if it was a bit slower than before, was a marvel. He hadn't had the chance to really think much about it. He felt a lump form in his throat and he sighed, crossing the road with her and scrubbing at his face.

"Yer welcome to stay for as long as it takes," he promised. "I just want tae sure make sure yer safe. I've already texted a PI friend. He'll be over soon tae assess the damage and photograph everything."

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It made Kate feel better that she wasn’t walking into her violated home alone. Without giving it much thought, she reached for Malcolm’s hand, something in her needing the solid feel of his fingers wrapped around hers. Her mind was doing some odd mental gymnastics. Yes, she’d worked for a dominatrix. She’d participated in extremely delicate sexual matters without blinking an eye. But this was different. This was someone who was willing to violate her personal space just to get her to sell her place of business.

She’d eventually get angry about it, but for the moment she was frightened, and she was glad Malcolm was going in with her. “I very much appreciate you dropping everything to come,” she murmured. “And I appreciate the offer of staying at yours. You’re right. It’s probably the place I’d feel the safest.”

They had reached the door, and she stopped, tugging on his hand to make Malcolm stop as well. “Let’s just listen for a moment before we go in. Caution would be advised here.”

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“I’m all for staying in bed myself, especially if it’s with you,” Lilith murmured, smiling at the way his eyes closed when she brushed her nose against his cool skin. “And I’m certain I’m going to love the taste of your blood.”

They’d vanquished Lucifer, even if for a short while. Greendale was safe. Sabrina was safe. Hell was in good hands. There was one question she had, and now was as good a time as any to ask it. “I’m sorry to bring this up again, but I’m curious. How did Lucifer know you are an Ancient One? Is it because he’s an angel?”

She moved away from him for a moment to retrieve her glass and take a long, slow sip of the blood Dorian had provided. “I’ll be honest. I’m rather pleased you’re older than you seem to be. It makes me feel less like a cradle robber,” she chuckled, clearly teasing him. “I’m sure you have plenty of stories to tell. We’ll have to compare notes some time about the world’s great historical events. I’ll be fascinated to get your perspective.”

Lilith put her wine down and curled against Alistair, her back to his front. ‘Spooning,’ she believed it was called. It made her feel safe and protected, something she’d had precious little of in her terribly long life.

[grumpymusings]

Alistair pressed himself tighter against her, a long arm snaking around her after pulling the sheets up higher for the two of them. Fuck it. Lying in bed all morning did sound rather marvelous, after all. He let his nose brush her spot behind her ear, voice a low rumble as he replied.

"Lucifer, out of everyone, would know what I am, surely. Maybe it's my smell, or perhaps the look of me. Something, somehow... He knew without needing me to tell him. I was rather caught off guard as well, you know. It wasn't just you. And I'm sure we both have stories of our own, throughout history, and from our own experiences. We'll have to compare notes one day soon."

He paused to brush a few soft kisses to her shoulder, the gesture laden with apology and a plea for forgiveness. "I never lied to you, Lilith. I truly am sorry. I just... hadn't actually told you how old I was. I've hidden this secret for far too long, out of fear, out of anxiety and worry. Anything you can imagine. I've had cults and covens search for me, eager to track me down, after learning the truth. I had to hide, but I wish I hadn't done it from you as well. I should have told you later on, after we grew to know one another, but the right time never presented itself. I suppose there is no right time for that sort of confession, in the end."

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Lilith snuggled back against him, getting as close as she could to him. “I’m not upset, darling. Not at all. Besides, I kept a whopper of a secret myself, so I’ve no right to judge you for keeping your age to yourself. You’ve nothing that needs forgiveness.”

Their little familiars came running into the room, jumping up on the bed. They’d had a snack and had played together, now they just wanted to be close to their parents. “We should talk to Ambrose tomorrow. I think he can help us with teaching you magic. I’m certain he has some spell books handy. What would be perfect is if we could find some Celtic spells for you.”

So this was what happiness and and love contentment felt like. She hadn’t really known what she was missing until now. Someone who actually considered her needs ahead of his own. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced.

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That smirk – she wanted to devour it. Did he understand how devastatingly sexy he was when he did that? Probably not, because he was clueless to his own sexual appeal. “Fuck you senseless? I believe I can do that, Weeg.”

Davina began to move then, fingers tightening around his as her hips began slow, steady movements against him. As much as she wanted to rush to that ultimate ending, she wanted to savor each moment, every breath, and every touch between them for this first time. It didn’t take long for them to become perfectly aligned, and she moaned against his mouth as she rode him slow and gentle.

She knew it had been a long time for him, and she wanted to draw every drop of pleasure out of him. Her free hand brushed through his short hair, and she drew back every so slightly to look into his eyes. “You are perfect. My own perfect Weeg.” She’d dropped the ‘old’ part of that nickname. She didn’t see him as old, really never had, she’d only been teasing him. He was hers.

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"Christ, you're wet," gasped Daniel, their gazes locked. He shifted a bit beneath her, allowing her to take him deeper. The change in angle had him growling, hands grappling for her hips, needing something to hold.

"Not perfect," he later argued, more breathless than he would ever admit to being, and gave her a raspy laugh. "But I'm fucking elated you think so, darling."

There was something so heartbreakingly sweet about the fact that she was very obviously taking her time with this, wanting them both to enjoy the evening, despite how badly they might have wanted to rush things. It had been so long for him, a fact which she bloody well knew, and she was doing for this for his sake. He could have wept.

His fingers trailed along the smooth planes of her back, caressing her ribs, shoulders, arms, and chest. He paid close attention to each of her breasts, wanting this to be as good for her as possible, discovering just what she liked and how she preferred things. The discovery was always the best part.

"Tell me what you want," he growled. "What do you enjoy the most?"

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Davina leaned into his hands, her knees gripping his hips as she rocked against him. “What do I want? Just this… you touching me, exploring my skin. You have the most beautiful hands, and all I need is for you to have them on me. I know that sounds simple, but just touch me. Kiss me. Cherish me.”

The heat in her body was building, that sweet coil of desire beginning to tighten in her belly. She was wet, dripping in fact, and it created the most beautiful friction between the two of them. Without thinking, she began to move just a tiny bit faster, then she leaned down to give him a messy kiss, teeth tugging at his lower lip a bit.

“We can talk about what we enjoy later. I have a feeling that you’re going to teach me a lot of new things.”

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She stopped her movements, just staring down at him for a moment, her heart in her big hazel eyes. She took his face between her hands and leaned down to give him the sweetest, gentlest kiss she’d ever given anyone. Part of her was amazed that they were here, now, together.

“I just want you to know that you make me so happy, Daniel. From the moment I walked into your office, saw you again for the first time in years, I knew that I was where I am supposed to be.”

She brushed a tender kiss to his nose, then gave him a wicked little grin. With a smooth movement, she shifted her hips just enough to take him inside, gasping at the absolute perfection. “Jaysus God, you’ve been hiding your light under a bushel, Daniel.” She took a second to adjust, taking him fully inside. She took his hand, lacing her fingers through his.

“We can take it as slow as you want. We have all night.”

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The sound that burst forth from his lips when she slid down on him was absolutely sinful. It was a groan, a growl, and a mumble of her name all in one. He never had a chance to respond to anything she'd said. She was far too quick for him, far too ready, and the slow stretch was absolutely fucking marvelous. He shifted his hips, allowing him to go deeper, and gasped against her lips as he leant up for a long, desperate kiss.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Nice and easy."

Fucking Christ. She was perfect. She was everything he had ever needed, and it was more than apparent in that moment. It wasn't just the sex. IT was everything else that had happened these last few days. There would never be any hiding from her again. He wouldn't be able to. He was wide open, split apart at the seams and easier for her to read.

His free hand, the one that wasn't squeezing her fingers, brushed along her back and slowly fell to guide her hips forward. He urged her to move, lips parted as he stared up at her.

"C'mon, then," he teased, a slow smirk crossing his lips. "Fuck me senseless like you promised."

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That smirk – she wanted to devour it. Did he understand how devastatingly sexy he was when he did that? Probably not, because he was clueless to his own sexual appeal. “Fuck you senseless? I believe I can do that, Weeg.”

Davina began to move then, fingers tightening around his as her hips began slow, steady movements against him. As much as she wanted to rush to that ultimate ending, she wanted to savor each moment, every breath, and every touch between them for this first time. It didn’t take long for them to become perfectly aligned, and she moaned against his mouth as she rode him slow and gentle.

She knew it had been a long time for him, and she wanted to draw every drop of pleasure out of him. Her free hand brushed through his short hair, and she drew back every so slightly to look into his eyes. “You are perfect. My own perfect Weeg.” She’d dropped the ‘old’ part of that nickname. She didn’t see him as old, really never had, she’d only been teasing him. He was hers.

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She smiled, letting that word turn over in her mind. Happy. Had she ever really been happy? She'd had moments of almost happiness.

"I'm happy to teach you. We might need the help of Ambrose Spellman, however. We can ask him the next time we're at the Academy."

She drained her glass and set it aside. "What shall we do with our day? I'll be honest, I'd be perfectly content to stay in today. Perhaps we can try some rudimentary spells, if you'd like."

She leaned over and nuzzled behind his ear, curling as close as she could. They could go anywhere or do anything they wanted.

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"I don't need to do anything today," he confessed, laughing. "That sounds rather nice, just staying in. Maybe we could try our hand at a few spells later, just to see how it goes. Otherwise, I'll for staying in bed for a while longer."

His neck arched for her nuzzling nose, eyes slipping shut at the sweet affection she was offering him. A hand brushed through her dark hair, tender and slow, and he sighed.

"You might find that you like the taste of my blood, darling. We'll see."

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“I’m all for staying in bed myself, especially if it’s with you,” Lilith murmured, smiling at the way his eyes closed when she brushed her nose against his cool skin. “And I’m certain I’m going to love the taste of your blood.”

They’d vanquished Lucifer, even if for a short while. Greendale was safe. Sabrina was safe. Hell was in good hands. There was one question she had, and now was as good a time as any to ask it. “I’m sorry to bring this up again, but I’m curious. How did Lucifer know you are an Ancient One? Is it because he’s an angel?”

She moved away from him for a moment to retrieve her glass and take a long, slow sip of the blood Dorian had provided. “I’ll be honest. I’m rather pleased you’re older than you seem to be. It makes me feel less like a cradle robber,” she chuckled, clearly teasing him. “I’m sure you have plenty of stories to tell. We’ll have to compare notes some time about the world’s great historical events. I’ll be fascinated to get your perspective.”

Lilith put her wine down and curled against Alistair, her back to his front. ‘Spooning,’ she believed it was called. It made her feel safe and protected, something she’d had precious little of in her terribly long life.

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Lilith's eyes widened at his suggestion. "I've never, full stop," she whispered. And oh, how the idea intrigued her. "I believe I'd like that very much, as long as you're certain."

She handed him a glass, then curled up next to him on the bed. "You might have to guide me through the process. I hope my fangs are strong enough. I haven't exactly come at this in the normal way, have I?"

She knew she was stronger than she was before. They were a part of each other in the most intimate way. "Perhaps we should also try some basic spells for you. See if the transfer of abilities goes both ways. Would you fancy being Greendale's only vampire warlock?"

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He listened as she spoke, an arm sliding carefully around her shoulders, keeping her tucked close for a comfort. He fell silent, lost in thought for a while as he considered all of the new possibilities. After finishing his morning meal, he set the glass aside on the bedside table and rolled onto his side, facing her now as he propped his head up on a hand.

"I think... I think I'd like to try. If you're willing to teach me, that is. Be patient with me. I'm old and far more stubborn than you realize. Perhaps I'll find I have an ability to perform spells correctly." He paused for an affectionate laugh, his eyes softening. "As for sinking your fangs into my neck, of course, I'll guide you through the entire process. Nothing about any of this has been conventional in the slightest, and yet... And yet, I've never been so happy."

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She smiled, letting that word turn over in her mind. Happy. Had she ever really been happy? She'd had moments of almost happiness.

"I'm happy to teach you. We might need the help of Ambrose Spellman, however. We can ask him the next time we're at the Academy."

She drained her glass and set it aside. "What shall we do with our day? I'll be honest, I'd be perfectly content to stay in today. Perhaps we can try some rudimentary spells, if you'd like."

She leaned over and nuzzled behind his ear, curling as close as she could. They could go anywhere or do anything they wanted.