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"Ai ya, carino, trabajas demasiado! Estoy enojada sobrelo. Te queiro relajarse! En una playa muy lejos de aqui, sobre el sol, con una sangria! O unos otra bebida, no es necesario describirlo especificamente." Focus, Maly. It was so easy to ramble off in her native language. Her boyfriend was being dumb.

It was easy to move Maly up onto the table, light as a feather even with them blessed thighs of hers. "And what-" She reached behind him to pull tightly on his hair. "makes you think you deserve it, ?"

She reached behind her to flip shut his laptop and move it further away from them on the table so it wouldn't get broken. Same with the snack plate. One of them had to look after Michael's things. It wasn't going to be Michael.

"Osito?!" He scoffed at his fiance's little pet name. "You're the one that wanted me to take a break from grading papers! How is it my fault that food tastes better when you feed me it? You said so yourself you didn't want me to starve so..." He loved giving her a hard time, because god, when she used Spanish on him, when she was upset and laying down the law was just irresistibly sexy to him.

The moment he felt her thighs straddle him, he knew that he was hungry for something else. His eyes never left hers as she placed something in front of his mouth, opening just ever so slightly to let her slip it past his lips. As he chewed, in a swift movement, his hands on her thighs, he stood up and lifted them up, placing Maly on the edge of his desk. "I think," he said kissing her. "I'm hungry for something else, mi amor."

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"You did?" He asked, surprised she had picked something for him. "Thank you." Every gift he was presented with was always met with gratitude and humbled appreciation. Even before he knew what it was. Just the act of being gifted things, of being thought of, brought a tear to his eyes. He reluctantly let her go to find her gift but eagerly waited for her return and her weight to settle back on his lap. Who needed a weighted blanket? Once she was within grasp, he only hesitated to let her pull her dress back up before having her back on his lap where she belonged, tucking his head under her chin and sparing a glance to what she presented.

Quickly pressing a kiss to her neck, he pulled back to inspect the little box. He slowly opened the box and took in every fine detail of the pendants. "They're beautiful, Liz, thank you..." He smiled up at her. "I take it you'll wear my initials? Close to your heart?" Where he could always hope he resided. "May I put it on you? I want you to be close to me forever." That wasn't because he was having a bad day, he was a snuggly man and he wanted his love damnit.

The rumbling of his voice reverberated within her body. He was changing the subject and for now, she would have to accept that. If it was what he was needed, she would give it to him. "Hmm," she smiled, pulling back slightly, she had hoped to keep the surprise she had for him secret until she had to leave for home. Back to New York to convene with Lucius before heading off to another book tour again. "I did and I actually got something for you." Leaning forward, she placed a small kiss on his cheek. "Let me go get it." Her hands took his into hers and gently pulled them off of her. "I'll let right back." Standing up, she pulled her dress down to keep from falling over as it had pooled onto her upper thighs.

As she made her way back to the kitchen she kept talking. "I saw this jewelry maker when I got groceries last week and loved their stuff. So I commissioned them to make us something." Looking through the bag she found the box and with a wide smile made her way back over to him, pulling up the bottom of her dress again to take her seat back on his lap, while she held out the box with her other hand for him to take as she settled her knees on either side of his lap again. "I hope you like."

Once he opened it, he'd find two pendants on silver chains. The front of both had a beautiful claddagh image . The back of one had her initials and the other had his. "It's so we can keep each other close."

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"Forever. I want you here forever. As long as you're willing." She could speak in needy, grand gestures as much as she liked, but it mattered more if he wanted to stay. Nikki would replay it over and over in her head that he wanted to be there. "Is it too soon to kiss you again?" She wasn't above making out with him in the stairwell. Or doing anything else shhh who said that?

"You can stay here as long as you like and I'll cook dinner, and we'll eat cupcakes, and I'll change the whole apartment if you want. I'll get furniture, or whatever you need. " She didn't need to do all that, but she wanted to make it a home for him too. Not just for her. Even if it was miles high in the sky to help combat her claustrophobia.

"Do you need to call someone, let them know where you're staying?"

Jay follows up the stairs until he takes her hand and speeds up to walk beside her. "Every day," he admits without hesitation. "Every day since the last time I saw you." Even when he didn't want to admit it to himself.

Their steps echo through the stairwell, and Jay allows himself to enjoy her company as they walk, stopping only once they reach the right floor. "It took a long time for me to... be able to come back here. After leaving." There is a shake of his head. "I don't want to think about the past if you want me here now. And if you want me here now, then I'll stay. As long as you want."

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- Don't forget me. - I won't remember anything else.

IMAGINE ME & YOU (2005) dir. Ol Parker

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Know only this, mon cher, you are the only being i trust, and whom i love, above and beyond myself.

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send " i'm proud of you. " for receiver to react to yours in a moment of vulnerability.

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Meeka didn't acknowledge Dougie's lying, didn't comment on it. It slipped so far off her radar that she looked more as though she was trying to escape. It wasn't the first time that Dougie would have seen her so jittery, having experienced Meeka's and his own panic attacks. But there was something still so different this time than how she had previously acted - how she couldn't take comfort from anything close by. She would have been looking for her teddy bear Aingeal - the one that she had held for years.

Her attention was drawn to him at the movement, and she watched the movement of his lips to piece together what he was saying. "Angels were right. Angels were right. Kita, safe. Kita is safe. I want to see her. I want my sister. I need her. Please, I want to see her." Meeka was the youngest of three, but had idolised her twin sister, even when battling demons. "Home." Meaning Mullingar, where Meeka had grown up. "I - I had to leave. He was going to hit me again. Dad - no, Leon." Meeka's stepfather, who was responsible for the emotional scars that Meeka carried. The reason why she sometimes couldn't sleep at night, or woke up screaming. He was responsible for the very worst memories that Meeka had confessed to Dougie. "He said he would make sure I wouldn't wake up again. I had to leave them behind. I couldn't - I couldn't save them, where is my sister?" She was getting more distressed, wanting to see Nikki. But perhaps not the grown up Nikki that Dougie knew, the little Nikki that occupied Meeka's current state of mind.

There was something about her…Dougie couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Whatever Meeka had been through, for her to be missing for so long, it had clearly done a number on her. And that was to be expected, wasn’t it? For someone to be missing for so long…god, he was lucky that she was here in one piece. She seemed so fragile and understandably so. But that wasn’t it. It was something else. Something he still couldn’t place, no matter how intensely he stared at her. The way she didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at the mention of Scotland, after they had so many talks about going back someday, show her around the gorgeous sights, drag her around where he was born, where he spent his childhood…But nothing. Not even a little bit of familiarity or recognition. It broke his heart. Of course it wasn’t her fault in the slightest… but it didn’t do much to soothe the ache in his chest.

Even her name, or more so her nickname… she didn’t recognise that either. Nothing he said registered. Of course, Dougie knew her name was Mekayla. He’d never called her that, nor did he ever recall anyone calling her that. It was always Meeka. His Meeka, or some sort of variation of a loving pet name as they often did with each other. “Okay, okay,” he said in surrender, trying to sound as soothing or comforting as possible, not wanting to startle her or freak her out. “Mekayla it is. I’m sorry, I must’ve gotten confused or…or something….” Didn’t really sound convincing but Dougie had always been crap at lying. Playing along seemed to be the only option that sprung to mind for now, but ultimately would it make things worse? He didn’t know, he was just trying his best. Something about what she was saying just didn’t…It confused him so much. She’s so old. Why was she continuing to emphasise her age?

There was something distinctly childlike and young about the way Meeka spoke. From her mannerisms to the words she spoke, the way she acted. It meant something, it had to mean something. But what? Think, Dougie, think. Cogs were turning and rotating in his mind but it’s like something just would not click. He had the pieces, but couldn’t slot the puzzle together. His stress levels and anxiety certainly didn’t ease his racing thoughts either. She wouldn’t have to listen to anyone. Swallowing thickly, he nodded his head slowly, paying her his full, undivided attention. “The angels were right, darling. This is a safe space, you did the right thing,” he assured her, his voice calm and as even-levelled as he could possibly muster. He was doing his best to play along, maybe if he played along, he could get a picture of what happened. “Nobody’s going to find you here, I promise.” Kita…his mind thought back and he recognised the name instantly. Nikki. “And Kita is safe, I know she is,” Dougie promised, offering her a watery smile. “Can you tell me something?” he spoke softly. “Do you remember where you ran away from, Mee - Mekayla? You were gone for a while.”

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"Always time and thoughts for snackies!" Meeka chuckled. "I mean, it's easier to stop at the store and get you things, but if you wanted baked goods, then over my dead body-" She's not joking. "- I will make you whatever you're craving, and hand feed it to you." Meeka was dedicated in the at-home tasting experience that she crafted for him. She wanted him to need her, want her, to crave her very presence and eat out of her palm. "Hey man, you have nice boobs and I am no better than a man. Leave me alone and let me get my grabbies in. Lord." She laughed brightly, her expression like sunshine on a clear summer's day.

“Come on, when aren’t we thinking about snacks?” Dougie shot back, smiling adoringly at her. She really was too precious. Every day, he counted himself lucky to have the most incredible person in his life; the one who loved him just as much as he utterly adored her. “You know wherever food is concerned, I don’t need to be told twice,” he added, humming thoughtfully. Could’ve sworn his heart jumped out of his chest when she referred to his home, And then, perfect timing: his stomach grumbled. “Glad my stomach agreed,” Dougie laughed, chuckling to himself. “What would be easier  for you, my love?” That being said, he could never resist anything she made for him, his eyes sparkling with utmost love and adoration for her. “Look at you, finding any excuse to cup my boobs, eh?” Doug shot back, a little grin creeping up against his lips.