#chatzy:mine

[megcapulet]

Mine

Who - Oz and Megan

When - Thursday 7th December, evening

Where - Oz’s penthouse

Notes - Oz and Megan discuss their relationship.

@ozmontague

Megan had seen the announcement by the prince and of course it was all anyone wanted to talk about. However it was seeing her name alongside Oz's on talk about claims that made everything so real for her. She came home from work and changed into a long sweatshirt. She curled up on the couch, tucking her legs under her and pulling her sleeves over her hands and waited, well aware that they needed to talk. The television rattled on until she finally heard the door open and she stayed where she was until he came through to her.

Oz was surprised when he entered and Megan's bright face did not appear. He strolled through, looking around as he did so and yet still no Megan. Finally he found her in the tv room, curled up and ... to his surprised completely dressed. "Well you do know how to make a point Megan." he murmured as his gaze ran over her. He did not approach any further, aware that an uncomfortable conversation was looming. He considered which drivers were left on duty by Nox and which he trusted to see her home safely. This was certainly not his damn year.

Megan tipped her head and looked at him in confusion. "A point Master?" she asked. Kneeling up on the couch she looked over, "Why are you standing over there? I won't bite...not without permission anyway." Muddled as she was feeling she couldn't help the way her heart leapt at seeing him and if he didn't come over she would have to go to him.

Oz stepped around the broad couch to see himself on the deep leather chair he favoured. "Please have a seat Megan. You are dressed and well ... here.... so clearly something is on your mind. So you may as well share before ...." he finished with a soft sigh.

Megan looked at him with sad eyes as she realised what he thought. "No, no, that's not what I was thinking at all. I'm dressed because I want to talk to you properly. I just didn't feel right being naked." Her words tailed off as she has clearly misjudged everything. "I didn't think you would mind that I put on a sweater for once but if it is a problem I can remove it." She pushed her hair back from her face and moved so she was kneeling at his feet, "What do you think of the new decree? We have never mentioned it."

Oz waved a hand, dismissing the offer to disrobe. He didn't touch her as she came to kneel before him but he was comforted by the greater proximity. "The new decree? The old decree? They are both disasters." Oz sighed. "I hate that this burden falls on the young and unclaimed in the family, this pressure. It is just so unfair and I can't find a way to get the family out of this one. I have no doubt your Lady is equally displeased."

Megan 's eyes settled on his face as he spoke. She was saddened that he made no move to touch her but in some ways it was probably a good thing since it was clear the matter effected him greatly and she didn't want to add to that. "Lady Beatrice hasn't said too much other than she doesn't want anyone to panic and rush into something. Adriana's death has spooked a lot of people though and it is unfortunate nobody was caught quickly so there could be an end to the all the rumors and speculation."

Oz nodded. It was understandable. The timing could not be worse, not so shortly after the incident with Sebastian and the young Capulet boy. Damn it. "It is far to say that this has put a new pressure on the holiday season. So why this particular conversation at this particular moment?" He smiled a little sadly, balancing his elbows on his knees to lean toward her, "Is this your way of letting me know you have no intention of being one of those three?"

Megan shook her head urgently at his question, "No, no my Lord, you misunderstand me." She knelt up a bit taller, her eyes wide in earnest as she took a moment to centre herself before she spoke. "We have been moving towards something for a while now and as I told you before I want nothing more than to be yours. I must confess that the new decree threw me because I thought we would have a lot more time but I have had a few days to think about it and if it is something you want too then we should talk." Tipping her head to the side she gave him a slight smile, "I suppose I want to know if you want to take this further too....and not just to satisfy the prince but because you truly want me."

Oz nodded at her words, years of practice masking the relief her words brought, even though that relief also brought with it a prickle of temper. He hated weakness in himself and his vulnerability with this submissive was a weakness he could not quantify and he disliked it. Oz tipped his head to match hers and met her bright eyes, "I am a man of some years Megan. I have never been tempted by the idea of claim. Not until I met you." The words were soft but the tone a little grumpy. Admitting such things grated despite his better intentions. "Is that enough for you? Am I enough for you? I am not a good man Megan and you are, in fact, a good woman. Is this .... life ... what you truly want? It has to be more than me. There is a position to consider. A life circumscribed by my notoriously rowdy family."

Megan couldn't hide the grin that spread over her lips at his words. "I want you," she said simply. "I never feel more fulfilled and contented than when I am with you....and I'm really not that good Master. I can be very naughty at times." Flashing a cheeky grin at him as she was all too easily able to think of being naughty with him she wriggled forward a fraction more so she was almost leaning against his leg. "I trust you completely and there are few that I trust so much. I want to be there when things are good and when you are troubled. Let me be the one that can support you whatever is thrown at you."

Oz couldn't resist reaching out with gentle fingertips to trace one ivory cheek. He chuckled softly. "That is not the kind of good I am talking about ... I have done many things and I confess that I am not ashamed of them ... only to the extent that I know you would not approve. Are you able to tolerate life as my claim? To become a Montague? To accept .... all of them and not just the ones of good breeding. To protect even the foolish ones when they behave badly and it would be easier to toss them out that help them do better, be better. Is that something you can see for your life?" Each word was gruffly spoken as if pulled from some secret space where he had been hiding them. "Or are we better just as lovers?"

Megan felt her good humor fade as he spoke again until he reached his final question and she looked up with hurt in her eyes. "I'm not a fool. I know the reputation of many of the Montague family, I've seen the evidence., hell I've treated enough of the injuries on both sides. I may be a Capulet but I don't believe for a minute that my family is as pure as some would pretend. People make mistakes and hopefully learn from them. There are varying levels of mistakes but everyone deserves the chance to redeem themselves." She glanced up at him, "I don't think you are an angel .....but I can't just be your lover. I need you more than that." Her lip curled with mirth, "I mean the sex is wonderful but I'm not prepared to settle for that when I know how much better it could be."

Oz sighed softly as he traced her jaw and up to her full bottom lip. "And the rest of the Montagues? Can you ever see them as family? All of them?" He was pushing but it was important. Too important. People kept talking about how they were the same. Even if he tried to maintain that fiction. But it was true. No other family would have admitted someone like him or Nox to its ranks. No other family would have taken in so many of those who had nothing, who needed help. He wasn't prepared to walk away from that one crucial difference that really made the Montagues different from every other family in Verona. If she couldn't see Jace, Nat or Tru as family, could he claim her? No. The thought was painful, so much so that he wanted to drop this line of questioning and pretend. But he was never much good at pretence. Not with himself. His core was too painfully honest, even with himself. He had blood on his hands, that was true. Only a portion of the Montagues business interests were legal. A significant portion but still. But he owed it to his family to make sure that all of them were welcome and would continue to be so.

Oz: wasn't* true.

Megan was confused by this continuing line of questioning. She sat back down her bottom and looked at him in consideration. "I have to be honest, I don't know a great number of the Montague family but I cannot imagine why they would be difficult to accept. I mean Sebastian is not my favorite person because I don't believe Sampson deserved what he got but Valeria is nice, when she is not bombarding me with questions and I like Sir Nox. I know Sin and I've met Miss Tru before and I like both of them. I imagine it is like joining any new family through a claim, there are those that you will naturally grow closer to than others but I can't imagine why I wouldn't get along with most people." She looked up at him again not sure what else she could say that might alleviate his concerns.

Oz sighed. It wasn't quite what he meant but he felt like his words were failing him. He suddenly wished he and Beatrice were better friends so he could see how she addressed the matter. Then again, if rumors were true, she and her claim had known each other since they were children. Also this problem likely didn't exist in the Capulet family. Damn it. He nodded at her words. "Thank you for your honesty Megan. I appreciate it." He leaned back in his chair. The weight of this decision felt heavy on his shoulders. He paused and considered another potentially thorny topic, although he clearly wasn't satisfied with the resolution to the first one, "Do you want to have children Megan?"

Megan felt as if the moment was slipping away from her and yet she had done nothing but answer his questions as best she could. His next question was another difficult one in her eyes but he was right to address it and she felt as if saying she wasn't sure would not go down well. "I suppose I have always considered that I will have them one day but as time goes on I don't feel the desperate panic of my biological clock ticking by. Maybe because I have been so focussed on getting my qualification. I have been pretty single minded for a good number of years to get qualified but now I have done that so now I am starting to think about things like having a family. I'm not in a rush though. I have quite a few years left and I don't feel at all ready for a baby." With a heavy heart she looked at him again. "What about you my Lord, do you want your own children?" she asked making a distinction between the family members that relied on him and his own child.

Oz nodded at her response. "I am older than you by ... about a decade I am guessing." he conceded softly. "If we were to claim and you did, in fact, want to have children biologically then I would want to do it sooner than later. However, I have many young ones in this family that I have watched become adults and feel very ... paternal towards. I don't feel an inordinate compulsion to have a particular biological link to a child." He thought of Evie for a moment, the girl who felt like a daughter, and was only in the family to hide and punish her own family for their failings, real or imagined. The thought was still bitter. "I suppose if there were no children your work would continue to thrive unabated. That is clearly very important to you." The last was not an attempt at disparagement. He respected Megan's commitment and passion for her work.

Megan could understand his reasoning and accepted what he said. "My work is important to me and I have spent many years getting to this stage. I think the best way I can put it is if I were in a claim and I got pregnant then I would be happy and adjust to the change however I don't feel I am desperate for a baby. Perhaps I will feel differently once a claim is agreed but I am not sitting here in tears because I have past thirty and don't have one." Perhaps she considered the reality was they were both in a similar thought pattern about this, even if coming from different angles. Contemplating what he said about the young ones in the Montague family she wondered if that was what he had been trying to get at earlier. "My Lord, the younger members of your family, are you worried that I will be jealous of your relationship with them? If that is the case then I can assure you that will not be an issue. It is similar to how I view some of my patients. You go through so much with them, the highs and the very low points and at the end you feel an affection for them and want to keep them safe and secure and happy."

Oz nodded appreciatively and acknowledged that given their mutual inclinations, children were unlikely. Since he had let go of that idea many years ago it didn't trouble him overly. "Jealous no? No that is not the word." he murmured in reply. The analogy of patient and medical practitioner felt off as well. He didn't like it but he wasn't sure how to express the reality. He realized then that this was likely the best he could hope for he supposed. She wouldn't view them as family but perhaps his expectation was too high there. Perhaps viewing them as a patient was good enough. She was a Capulet after all. Not arrogant, not cold, and not a snob, no. But this wasn't how she viewed family. How could she understand that Jace's disappointment in him cut deeply? That seeing Tru healthy, flirtatious and doing so well lifted his heart. That watching as Nat fell in love with that pretty boy who danced filled him with joy because there had been times he wasn't sure that the younger man would win his battle with his addiction and that he would bury Nat all too young, all that promise and intelligence defeated and lost. He wondered if this was why Montagues tended to stay close in terms of claim. Who else would understand them? Who would understand that being family meant he knew he could count on Nat to watch out for Jace? That Sin and Tru would help that same young man understand what it meant to be a healthy submissive? Even the prickly members of the family - Abel, Sebastian, and the unpredictable Theo, could be counted on when it came to family? That this bond was so much deeper than blood. He was lost in his thoughts and he was grateful for Megan's thick sweater and physical distance. He was ruthlessly trying to hold onto this practical discussion and not be distracted by his attraction and yes, he could admit it to himself, love for this woman. "So it seems we will not be having children. I am sure some of the others will provide some little ones to dote on should we feel so inclined. But I must ask .... What do you envision your life to be like as my claim Megan? What do you see changing in your relationship with the rest of the Montagues? Or do you not see that as something that would be part of your life?" Would he have two lives? One with Megan and one with the rest of his family? That seemed untenable in the long term.

Megan couldn't help but think to herself this was not at all how she had expected their talk to go. To a point she was getting the information that realistically she needed and he was being so perfectly practical in his questioning, the important matters out in the open but she felt on trial. A nagging feeling deep inside her that he was almost looking for reasons not to pursue something with her where she thought there was more. Her gaze lifted as he asked what she expected. She took a few moments before she answered, it seemed as though what she envisaged was perhaps the rose tinted version of what he would expect. "Much of it depends on how you would need me. Ideally I don't want to give up my work although I would be willing to cut back my hours if that were needed. I want to continue to take care of you as I have been doing and offering you support when you need it and company when you don't. I would expect my relationship with the rest of the Montague family to change greatly. I need to get to know them all properly and I imagine they would want to know me." She sighed softly, "I want to be a proper part of your life, to know those who are important to you and in time to be someone that they can speak to as much as you."

Oz nodded as she spoke. Her words were reassuring and he appreciated that she saw herself as part of the family, as his partner in the family as well as personally. "I don't want you to give up anything to be with me Megan. I ... " No the word wasn't yet ready to come out yet, " .... care for you far too much to take away anything that is important to you." It was clear that this ambitious, hard-working woman would be hard to reconcile at times with the softer submissive he saw in her. They were two sides to her that he would have to respect. Hard work for a prickly man used to getting his own way. "And would you be a Montague or would you prefer to continue to remain a Capulet?"

Megan meant what she said, she would cut back her hours if it came to it but she was happy to hear him say that wasn't necessary. His question was one she had already considered although she doubted he would appreciate her answer. "Professionally I must stay as a Capulet but away from work I had assumed I would become a Montague." Megan felt she needed to clear up something of her own, "My family are very important to me and will remain so. You would always be my first priority and I meant every word about getting to know and care about the Montague family but that doesn't mean I give up my parents or my brothers or my close friends within the Capulet family."

Oz sighed. He honestly didn't like the idea of her remaining a Capulet even if it were just at work. Something he would need to work on. "I don't expect you to give them up. That is not what I am seeking ... but loyalty matters Megan. I need to know if it came down to it ... if your loyalties were tested, that events would fall in my favor. As I am Head of the family, it becomes even more important that I am not perceived as weak, which means Beatrice would no longer your Lady. You would be a Montague. Is that something you can live with? Would you be able to be loyal to me, even if you disagreed with my decision on something?"

Megan was struggling to tell if they were making progress or not. He did at least seem to be talking more in terms of her being with him so perhaps they were getting somewhere. She paused for a moment not wanting him to feel she was rushing the conversation about a matter that was so crucial. "If I am in a claim with you then you and your family become my primary concern. Regardless of my personal opinion you are the one I would follow in all matters and I certainly hope I am a good enough submissive that there would be no question of punishments or anything like that. You have my loyalty Master, you have had for a while now and I would never purposefully do anything to embarrass you." She twisted her fingers together, "I may have strong opinions on things but I know how and when to keep my mouth closed."

Oz smiled softly, "And I fully expect that I will hear those opinions but in privacy ... or with close confidantes that you can trust?" He touched her cheek again. "I don't want you to feel diminished Megan. I don't want becoming a Montague to be a loss for you." After all what he could he give her. Not money since that didn't seem to interest her. Not children. She didn't seem to particularly desire those with him. Did she truly want a rather bad man with a murky childhood and a messy complicated family to watch out for? By all the gods he couldn't help but think the woman was making a poor bargain.

Megan laughed gently at his words. "You will hear my opinions when it is an appropriate time and yes in privacy. Possibly even yelled before I storm off and then come crawling back having calmed down." Shaking her head at the idea of her losing out Megan wanted him to understand. "I have been with plenty of Dominants but I have never called one Master before. I have never felt the pull to have a conversation like this and if six months ago someone had told me I would be permanently bruised and kneel naked every evening for Lord Montague of all people I would have thought they were crazy. Things change and here we are and I have never been happier. I will still visit my family and I hope you will get to know them in the same way I will get to know Valeria and Sir Nox more but beyond that you are what is important to me. You are what I want and I can't explain what exactly it is that I desire but I know that you are it." She looked down to the ground and feeling rather flustered as she finished speaking. She was done, she had said what she needed to say and now it was up to him. It would hurt a lot to walk away now, there was no doubt about that so she hoped it wouldn't actually come to that.

Oz smiled sadly, "Valeria doesn't consider me much of a family worth respecting any longer. I doubt you will be much troubled by her again." The Dominant sighed but this time with pleasure. Her words were a balm that he could not describe. "Then I suppose the question is ... are you willing to be one of the three? To be claimed by the turn of the year, and not because of the prince's words but because you wish to be claimed by me Megan Capulet?"

Megan 's smile lit up the room at this question. She had grown so fond of him and his gruffness to the point she would almost say she loved him, but she was also sure it was too early to think that. "Yes.....yes I wish to be claimed by you and because I want to be yours regardless of anything the prince says." She knelt up tall again, moving closer to him before laughing, "Oh and yes I'm very willing to be one of the three."

Oz didn't waste further time with words. He slid one hand through that fall of dark hair, tugging her close and into a deep, wrenching kiss. He growled against her mouth as he slipped his hand under the soft sweater she had used to cover herself. Long fingers explored her skin until he could tease over her core. He broke the kiss and met her eyes with a fierce possessive gaze. "You are mine now Megan. Do not forget this. Mine. And I am yours."

[trulovell]

Mine

Who: Tru Lovell and Rosaline Capulet (mentions of Ava and Sin)

Date: Saturday 31st March 2018

Where: Waterfront Events Centre

Notes: None, just warm fuzzy feelings.

Tru checked her make up in the mirror for the umpteenth time as Sin stood behind her laughing at her obvious nerves. "She's really going to be all mine," the blonde grinned and barely able to believe the day had really come. Taking a step back to admire her fitted dress, brushing her long, blonde waves off her shoulders she smiled at her reflection. The assistant came to get her and ask her to make her way to the front of the room. Accepting a final hug from Sin she walked put into the room full of friends and relatives and took her place at the front, her stomach flipping as the music started and she turned to catch the first glimpse of her stunning Starling.

Rosaline was staring blankly at herself in the mirror when she felt Ava's hand curl around her own which pulled her from her reverie. She gripped her cousin's hand tightly and turned to face the other girl. "I still can't quite believe I'm here." Before Ava could reply there was a knock on the door and she was told it was time which caused a mix of panic, excitement and adrenaline to surge through Rosaline unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She spun back towards the mirror as her hands began to fly about in her panic. "Ok hair, hair ok? Is it ok? Should I move the tiara? Is my dress ok? Do I..." She stopped when she heard her name and felt a supportive hand on her back. Ava told her she looked beautiful and perfect and pulled Rosaline towards the door cooing constantly about how incredible she looked and how lucky Tru was and before she knew it Rosaline was at the back of the room. As the music started Rosaline a nervous step forward but then Tru turned and looked at her and Rosaline's nerves disappeared. Her face lit up in the biggest smile and her strides became more definite, she wanted nothing more to be next to Tru, to belong to the beautiful blonde.

Tru 's smile lit her face as she caught sight of her girl walking down. She could barely remember a time when she felt this overjoyed and certainly had never felt this level of love before. The room was full of people but Tru could only see one though it felt like Rosaline was walking backwards, it took an age for her to reach the front. "Hello my Starling. You look simply incredible," she beamed, her happiness obvious to anyone who looked.

Rosaline was only partially aware of all the people staring at her as she was completely transfixed by the sight of Tru before her. Her journey from the back of the room to the front seemed to take both seconds and an eternity but then she was standing next to the stunning blonde, gazing adoringly at her with her mouth slightly open in absolute awe. "You look... wow Miss, just wow," she said breathlessly and a soft red glow crept into her cheeks as she had never been quite so lost for words before. Rosaline had to suppress an urge to kneel right away, feeling that was her place but she stayed standing, gazing lovingly at Tru with a huge smile permanently on her lips. A touch on her arm pulled her from her love struck reverie and she turned to find the Bishop smiling kindly at her. He asked her again if she was ready to begin and Rosaline apologized and nodded, giggling cutely before forcing herself to be calm and focused as she knew how important it was to get the next part right.

Tru shook her head slowly with a laugh as Rosaline was pulled from her thoughts by the Bishop and she grinned at her. Truth be told Tru didn't hear much of what was said after that. Her gaze remained on Rosaline and her attention was on taking in every detail of how her beautiful girl looked. She was drawn from her thoughts as Sin touched her arm as he passed over the boxes containing Rosaline's collar and Tru's cuff. Turning her head Tru nodded as the Bishop asked Rosaline to kneel and she smiled at the familiar sight of the girl on her knees, it made her heart truly sing.

Rosaline tried really hard to pay attention to what was being said but Tru's smile, and dress, and everything about her just kept pulling her attention away. She did manage to nod each time the Bishop mentioned 'trust' or 'obedience' to show she was at least partially listening but also to show Tru how seriously she was taking the whole thing. The submissive dropped gracefully to her knees with a flourish of her dress and felt another rush of excitement flow through her. This was where she belonged. Gazing up at Tru with her big wide eyes and huge grin Rosaline was consumed by the moment and words came tumbling from her mouth before she could stop them. "I love you."

Tru could barely hold back her laughter as Rosaline blurted out those words. "I know," she grinned before turning back to the Bishop and lifting the collar from him. Leaning forward she fastened it behind Rosaline's neck, "With this collar I claim you Rosaline Capulet for better or worse for the rest of our days." The lock in place Tru brought her hands to the front and ran them lightly over the decorated collar with a loving gaze before she turned back to the Bishop, her wrist already out and ready for the cuff.

Rosaline had thought she couldn't fall for the beautiful blonde before her more than she had already but then the Star Wars reference came and Rosaline swooned even more. She giggled cutely and also heard a murmur from the crowd from other Star Wars fans who knew what such a thing would mean to her. Rosaline forced a serious expression back onto her features though she was still grinning as she gazed up with her adoring dark eyes. As Tru leaned forward with the collar Rosaline lifted her hair up and out of the way so there wouldn't be anything in the way and she had to blink rapidly as tears of joy formed in her eyes when the collar was locked into place. She giggled again as Tru gently touched the collar and Rosaline let her hair fall once again, tilting her head slightly to feel the collar on her neck she released another gentle giggle. The submissive looked to the Bishop and when he nodded she picked up the cuff and placed it around Tru's waiting wrist, gazing back up at the Domme as she spoke. "With this cuff I pledge myself to you Mistress Tru Lovell," she said with her voice wobbling from the rush of happy emotions, "for better or worse for the rest of our days."

Tru gazed down at the sight of Rosaline fitting her cuff to her wrist. The tattoo would follow later but until then Tru knew she would never remove the cuff out of respect for Rosaline and the promise they had made. The Bishop was talking but the blonde didn't hear a word, her full attention was on the submissive kneeling in front of her and the collar she had just placed around her neck. She did however catch the words that they could seal the claim with a kiss and she held out her hand to help Rosaline up to standing. "Mine," she said softly as she leaned in to give her gorgeous girl a gentle, chaste kiss. With a squeeze of her hand came the promise of more of that to come later.

Rosaline was suddenly completely calm and all her nerves had ebbed away with the soft 'click' of the cuff that had sealed her to Tru. Words were being said but they sounded like they were coming from underwater as Rosaline's entire focus was on Tru, whom she couldn't take her eyes off. She saw the hand get held out and her own automatically moved to be held in it - exactly where it belonged. She was only dimly aware of being lifted to her feet. The kiss pulled her from her reverie and she grinned at Tru, her eyes sparkling with joy. Being the playful, rebellious being she was Rosaline leaned forward again, her hand rising to the back of Tru's neck to pull the blonde in for another kiss. She put everything into the deep, passionate kiss. All her love for Tru, her hopes and dreams for their future, the excitement of the day and how much she was looking forward to later. As she pulled away she grinned guiltily and gazed up with her big, begging eyes. "All yours," she said softly, biting her lip. She knew she would probably pay for the kiss in some way later but she had been so caught in the moment she couldn't have held back no matter how hard she tried.

Tru pulled back from her first kiss only to find herself dragged forward again by Rosaline into something that definitely would not be described as chaste. As that kiss ended Tru found herself chuckling and shaking her head at her girl. "That's right, mine," she agreed as she couldn't be anything other than ecstatic at the moment. "Come my Starling," she beamed as she took the dark haired beauty's arm and turned at the Bishop's command. "Let's show them what a party is." She began to lead the way down the aisle, her smile brighter than she ever thought possible and life suddenly full of immense promise.

Rosaline still wasn't sure how she had managed to find someone who both accepted her and indulged her sudden urges and yet here she was owned by someone who did exactly that. Her smile was all over her face and her heart was racing as she giggled when her nickname was used. In a very un-Rosaline way she actually didn't want a party, or a drink or anything in that moment. She wanted it to just be her and Tru but she knew she would have to wait for that and her mind would soon change once the champagne started flowing but she also knew their first moments alone together would be incredible regardless of when they happened. As they walked down the aisle arm in arm Rosaline grinned at all the people she recognised, some even raised lightsabers as she passed which made her giggle. "Thank you for making me the happiest girl alive Miss," she whispered softly as she gazed up lovingly at Tru.