[Open - Folly Cemetary - Father's Day]

[irishcoffee]

It was without a doubt, Maggie's least favorite day.

Mother's Day wasn't far behind it but she only had vague memories of her mother. She'd been six when the woman had dropped back out of The Folly. Long enough for Maggie to remember her, but not long enough for anything to remain in her mind beyond little shadows in her mind.

Her father's exit. That she remembered clearly, considering she'd been the one that found him when the last of his attempts to bring her back to the Folly had failed. Magic drained after five years of these attempts, he'd been unable to fight the depression, unable to see anything beyond the loss of the love of his life.

Unable to see the daughter he'd be leaving behind.

She'd seen first hand what magical exhaustion did now that she was fully in her magic now. When she'd been eleven and sent to her foster home, it hadn't been as easy to see at all. She still hated him for leaving, still wished she'd been enough to keep him from giving up, but now, she was a little more accepting of it all.

When she saw a vaguely familiar woman at his gravesite, it took everything she had not to pull the earth, wind and water to her to blast the woman, and the trash around the headstone, into the forest so deep even Bella wouldn't be able to find her.

"Excuse me, but who are you?"

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[everywere]

"Maybe you should chase me home," I say, taking her hands and standing up, smiling down at her once I'm over her. It's strange how sometimes I forget how strong she is because she's so small and sometimes I forget how small she is because she's so strong. Either way though, she's just the right size.

[irishcoffee]

"Me? Chase you?" Maggie asked, cocking her head to the side. "I think you have the slight advantage there given that I don't know where you live and your legs are about twice the size of mine."

Today had started with a heavy heart and dark clouds following behind her. Now, all she could so was smile, and feel like skipping for the first time since she was ten years old.

[everywere]

"How about I lead you to where I live?" I ask. It seems like a decent way to show her where I live. A fun way. "Or I can just grow big enough for you to ride on my back."

That might be a sight to see, Maggie riding on the back of a giant puma or wolf through the town. Now that I think about it, I kind of hope she picks that option.

"Maybe, um, maybe I can gather up what little I have an take it over to your place?"

[irishcoffee]

Maggie, hands to her mouth and giggling over the idea of riding Jack the other way, stopped in mid-laugh. Even her feet stopped moving as she looked up at into his face, his eyes.

"You mean...move into the house with me? Permanently?"

[everywere]

"If you want," I tell her. I know that's a big step, maybe too big of a step, but I hate the idea of leaving her some nights. If we lived in the same place then that wouldn't happen. The idea of always coming home to where she is appeals to me.

I just hope I'm not scaring her away. Her heart is pounding but I'm not sure if it's fear or excitement or both.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie had to work to get her breathing under control and even then it only worked until she launched herself, literally, into his arms. "No more nights when you're not there and I wish desperately you were right next to me? No more mornings you're not there to tell me I'm not making the bacon crispy enough?"

Her sunshine smile was back, just as the lingering clouds overhead broke away entirely and their section of the cemetery was bathed in sunlight.

[everywere]

"I'll take that as a yes?" I say, wrapping my arms around her to hold her close. She feels like she hardly weighs anything at all though, even more than usual, like she's floating.

"Unless you're so upset that you're attacking me."

[irishcoffee]

"It's very definitely a yes," Maggie laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist and threading a hand up over the back of his head. "Though there very well may be attacking of some sort later."

[everywere]

I give a happy growl as she slips a hand up the back of my head and lean forward to nuzzle her, taking comfort in how close she is and how tightly she's clinging to me. This is all so fast, recklessly so, but it feels right. I might regret it later, but I kind of doubt it.

"I think I can live with that."

[irishcoffee]

With a kiss to the spot just under his ear, Maggie released her clinging hold and slid back to the ground. An innocent little smile turned the corners of her mouth up, contrasting with the devilish twinkle in her eye.

"I can have one of the spare bedrooms made up for you in no time. Just think. We'll be roommates now."

Then she darted...just out of reach.

[everywere]

I growl, more at her darting away than anything, the animal instincts screaming at me to chase her. I like how playful and mischievous she is. It certainly keeps things interesting and I don't think I'll ever find her boring.

"Then it would be okay if I invited my wife to move in with me?"

[irishcoffee]

Maggie's playful darting stopped mid-skip and she turned back to look at him. Her face was utterly blank of any emotion, same with her voice when she spoke.

"Wife, huh? That'd depend on what she's like."

[everywere]

"You're awful," I growl, taking advantage of her having stopped to leap forward and grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder.

"I'm going to have to punish you when we're home."

[irishcoffee]

"You started it," Maggie said, then squeaked when he tossed her onto his shoulder like a bag of flour. "Hey! Put me down!" Her little hands beat at his back with probably as much force as wet noodles.

"Watch the skirt. I'd rather not flash my bare ass to the whole town."

[everywere]

"Don't worry, I'm constantly aware of your ass and how much of it was visible," he said, patting said ass as he made double sure that her skirt was tucked between his body and hers in a way that she wouldn't flash anyone. That was one of the things he liked about her... she never wore anything under her skirts.

[irishcoffee]

"Are you?" Maggie giggled and kept hitting against his back but there was no sign she was in any hurry to leave where she was. She also knew that he knew that she could remove himself from where she was at any time. "And what does that mean, exactly, that you're always aware of how visible my ass is?"

[everywere]

"It means I pay a lot of attention to your ass," I tell her as I start heading out of the cemetery. This sort of thing is probably frowned on in a place that's generally supposed to be about being respectful and mourning. Besides, my place is in the general direction of the entrance to the cemetery.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie warmed to the tips of her toes, which wiggled slightly with the sensation, then shivered as an idea formed. "So what you're saying is that if I ever walking along the street and felt you close..." She paused, just a second, for emphasis, "And I called a little air current to lift my skirt and flash you a peek, that you would...?"

She was baiting him, she knew it. She also didn't think he minded.

[everywere]

"Be very jealous if anyone else got a look," I growl. I know jealousy and possessiveness isn't an attractive trait but I can't help it. I don't think I'd want to help it if I could. I like that we belong to each other.

[irishcoffee]

Maggie decided then that she wouldn't be going through a lot of disclosure about her past and just how many people in the Folly had been up close and personal with her ass and didn't need that look.

"That's it? Just jealous of anyone else seeing?"

[everywere]

"And excited," I add, my voice a low rumble as I shifted my position to give said ass a firm squeeze. It was a very fantastic ass and I was glad to be personally acquainted with it so well. Now I was really getting excited thinking about it.

[irishcoffee]

"Oh really?" While he'd been walking, she'd managed to get his shirt untucked from his jeans and now her soft, small fingers were tracing little patterns on his lower back. "So you'd be all potentially jealous and excited. Sounds like a very uncomfortable way to be. However would you get comfortable again?"

Slowly, very slowly, she was gathering the wind to her.

[everywere]

"I'd have to find a way to remind myself that you're with me," I say, giving her another squeeze as I turn out of the cemetery and head in the direction of my place. It's not much of a place but there are some things there I'd like to get.

[irishcoffee]

"Interesting," Maggie said and then waved her hand for the current she'd gathered to collect on a gust. It did just as she commanded it and lifted her right out of his now loosened grip. She merged with the air current, making herself even lighter until she finally landed about twenty yards ahead of him.

After a quick look back at him, she used the last of the current to flip that back of her skirt up as she walked slowly away.

[everywere]

My growl turns into more of a snarl as her skirt flips up and exposes her ass. I'm the only one around but there's something about her doing it in public, like she's in heat and showing me that she's ready to be mated with.

"You," I say. "Are going to get it."