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[ten_of_swords]

The door to the bar closes behind them.

Ruin wraps his arms around Miniver's waist as they stand in the living room. It's tasteful -- furniture carefully chosen, colours ideal, and outside the massive, clear windows roars the green-blue ocean.

He nuzzles Miniver's neck, smiling wickedly against his skin, and murmurs, "Welcome home, darling."

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[song_tra_bong]

She shakes her head.

"If you want to use a house or a ring, I can't stop you, but I'll be damned if you use ours."

It sounds almost silly as she says it, but she plows on. "This is...It's our place away from everything. I don't want you dragging...the job back in here. I won't either. And the ring...that's ours, too. It's not a tool. Please."

[ten_of_swords]

He's quiet for a long time as he stares down at her, hands laced at the small of her back.

Mary Anne Bell.

Well, Mary Anne Bell-MacLaughlin, which was hell to spell out on a deed.

When had he decided that this was important? Marriage and home and love and... eventually... children? Because he'd done it once before, and that had been a mitigated disaster.

But when she said 'please'...

"All right," he nods, his voice quiet. "Not our home. Not our rings."

[song_tra_bong]

"Good."

She smiles, soft and slow.

"Thank you."

[ten_of_swords]

He dips his head and kisses her gently, hugging her to him.

[song_tra_bong]

She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"So," she whispers against his mouth, "we okay?"

[ten_of_swords]

"I think that's up to you to say," he murmurs, looking at her from under his lashes.

[song_tra_bong]

She's quiet for a moment before answering.

"Then I say we're okay."

[ten_of_swords]

He slowly smirks.

"Okay enough for me to take liberties with your person?" he teases.

[song_tra_bong]

"Hmmm."

She tilts her head.

"Okay enough for you to try and we'll see how it goes."

[ten_of_swords]

Ruin chuckles and dips his head to her neck as he slowly backs her towards the bed.

"So I shall," he purrs.