[closed - Jack and Maggie]

[irishcoffee]

It wasn't every day that a new arrival came to the Folly genuinely happy to be there. I got a lot of shock, the occasional screamer, tears enough to make a waterfall off the highest peak, but never someone that just plopped into one of the barstools, and ordered coffee and a muffin.

I didn't get any real sense that he was happy about it for any nefarious reasons, but I knew I'd be sending my preternatural investigators around to introduce themselves just in case.

In the meantime, he was a really pleasant guy with a great laugh and a flirtatious nature that he bestowed on anyone that came in for coffee, male and female. He'd even asked me out once, but backed off graciously enough when I told him I was with someone (with the obligatory remarks about it 'always being the good ones' and my lack of outward symbols that I was off the market.)

From then on, I told him more about the Folly, he told me more about himself and we genuinely had a fun afternoon, laughing with each other.

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[everywere]

"Really?" I ask. I would think she'd be more worried about it or frustrated by it. Or, more likely, insulted because she can clearly take care of herself. She's gone most of her life taking care of herself just fine.

"Why?"

[irishcoffee]

"I don't know if I can explain it, or if it will come out right," I say, hand on his cheek again, thumb brushing his lips. "When Levi gets all protective of me, my first response is to shove back and reassert that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

I shiver a little. "When you do it, when some guy looks at me and you growl so low only I can hear it, or if someone flirts with me and you touch my hand, my shoulder, my arm, laying claim or marking territory or whatever you want to call it? It just feels right. Like I belong, like I'm claimed, like I can feel your arms around me even if you're across the room." I pause, brush his lip again. "And it also turns me right the hell on."

[everywere]

"I don't understand it, but I'm glad you feel that way," I say with a chuckle before kissing her fingers. I didn't know she felt all that, but it doesn't sound like a bad feeling at all, so that's good. If it makes her feel good then I'm not going to worry too much about it because that's what I want for her, to be happy.

[irishcoffee]

"I didn't either, not at first," I say, feeling the warmth of his lips on my fingers travel all through me. "But I think it comes down to feeling wanted, needed, in a way I've never felt before. That, and knowing that if I fall, someone will be there to catch me, if I need it, there's a safe haven."

[everywere]

"I do want you and need you," I say, which is a strange admission for me. I don't even know how I need her, not really, except that I do. I know that if she were gone that I would completely fall apart, despite the fact that I had lived for years without her.

[irishcoffee]

I lean up to nuzzle against his throat, my lips just under his ear, happy that I've been able to pull him from the darkness that held him. And because I know that's one of his favorite things. "Good thing. Because you've got me, Jack."

[everywere]

I give a happy growl at the nuzzling and kiss, because I know she's doing it just for me, to make me happy and help me relax. I like it, it's a good feeling.

"Guess we should get out from under the bed."

[irishcoffee]

"You think?" I laugh, kissing his throat again. "It's so very comfortable under here."

[everywere]

"You say that because you're tiny," I grumble, although with the way she's kissing me I can't complain too much. That always makes things more pleasant.

[irishcoffee]

"Come on then," I say after a peck to his lips. "Let's go home where it's comfortable for both of us."