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Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.

—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.

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"Mm," he notes at all that, nodding a little and keeping his eyes down as he swallows his pride.

"Then least wait to tell them until I leave. I don't want to be answerin' to anyone for darin' to want and say yes to something." He was guilty about it all and he wasn't good at hiding that without distance, but Maggie already knew he was a flawed person. He had to trust that she'd forgive him for it, this time.

"If they want a conversation, they can make the trip. All that matters is that I get to share a life with you, in the end."

"I'm not saying no, love," Maggie tells him, resting her forehead against his. "I'll wait. But you're not doing anything wrong here, and I doubt any of them will hold it against you. I think the most likely hurt feelings would be from Fitz, actually. Iris will be delighted; she knows I want this, and she knows it'd be a terrible idea for her to try and offer it. And Sweeney was furious when Tim left. That I was here heartbroken, because he chose adventure over me. I think he'll actually react better to knowing you're holding space for me in your life than he would to you just leaving."

She already considered that angle; the various reactions. And she's not infallible, but she's a pretty good judge of people.

"You've got me. Don't know what your custody arrangements are, but I'm going to spoil Willa whenever she's there, fair warning. I'd be a pretty kickass stepmom. Or I'll be her fairy godmother if I'm not officially a stepmom. Like I said, I'm flexible on the details. I just want you and me and a home to settle into."

He looks at her with her first statement, as close as they were with their foreheads together, and wishes that he could convince everything inside his chest that she was right. That it would be fine. Except he knew better. On the surface, everyone would make their pleasantries, their politeness, and behind closed doors, spear him with rebuke. Sweeney might not even mean to do it, but Raylan felt the sharp edge of getting what he wanted in the face of so many people who couldn't. Still, it wasn't going to stop him. If he begged off things he wanted because it made things easier for other people, he'd be left with even less than what he's currently got.

Instead of answering Maggie's reassurance, he hums a note of acknowledgement and holds onto her a little tighter for a few long seconds.

"It's flexible, the arrangement that Winona and I have goin'. Willa's primary residence is her mother's house, but outside of that, as long as I communicate, I can have her whenever it works for us. Or whenever works for Winona - my bosses know my situation. Know I don't want to get moved out of Miami for cases unless I have to." He can't help but smile though. "Can't say I don't like how all that sounds though. You bein' a kickass stepmom. No part of me that doubts that you'll be amazing... If you can handle how little I know about girls." The soft warning came with a pull of a self-deprecating smile though and a rub of his thumb back and forth against her where he settled his hand.

"You know, it's gonna be hard to walk around here for the next two weeks knowin' I got this to look forward to," he murmurs before caving to his impulse and tilting his head enough to brush his lips across hers, drawing her into a soft kiss.

Maggie kisses him, slow and sure, raising her hands to cup the sides of his face, thumb stroking along his jawline.

"I'm not proposing, although I'm not not proposing. I've already thought seventeen steps ahead in a variety of directions. I wouldn't choose another world over my own if I weren't fully committed. I'm all in, Raylan, or I wouldn't be asking."

She kisses him again, briefer this time. "I just thought you should know up front that any permutation of marriage and kids you want or don't want down the line is fine by me. I know you've done both before, so you've got more baggage attached to them than I do. I'm not married to the idea of marriage, only the idea of you. And if I have to content myself with spoiling Willa rather than having kids of my own, it's not like that's a hardship. I've gotten a sneak peek, and she's an amazing kid. If I get to watch her grow up, I have no doubts I'll love her."

It'd be a much bigger sacrifice, offering to not have kids, if she wouldn't have a stepdaughter to adore.

He smiles stupidly as the kiss breaks, eyes half lidded as he opens them, ears almost blocking out everything except for I'm not NOT proposing. They were gonna get to do it, get to take their shot, taste what Mason and the Maggie of that world had wanted and had been denied. What they were denied here by virtue of the way the Barge was and what it demanded of them.

"Mags," he says softly, interrupting her as she starts talking about having kids, "If you want kids, then I want kids. If we wanna have kids, I wanna get married. If we're doin' this, I wanna do it full tilt. I love you. Doesn't matter that I've been married before, unless it matters to you. We got the rest of our lives to figure things out if we need to, but I'm dedicated." His smile pulls devilishly.

"And I'm stayin' the night. For as many nights as you want me before I leave, but if you ever need me to leave or give you room..." Just tell him.

Maggie laughs, then kisses him again, deeper and dirtier, tongue tangling with his. "Hell yes, you're staying the night. You think I'd let you out of here without kissing you senseless after this? Among other things, of course. I can think of plenty I'd like to do with you. Maybe you shouldn't stay every night till you leave, if I'm not supposed to be explaining things to the people who'd notice, but I'll take as many as I can get away with. And absolutely tonight, darling. I want to wake up next to you."

She sees him still worrying, at least a little, about asking too much, and notes, tone playful but sincere, "I'm very rarely a needs-space sort of person, except when I'm upset and refuse to show it to anyone I don't trust. Which obviously doesn't apply to you."

Then Maggie goes softer again as she adds, "And yeah. I want kids. It wouldn't be a dealbreaker if you didn't want more, I want you either way. But I'd like to be a mom. And I don't have strong feelings about marriage in general, but I'd love to marry you at some point."

His mouth follows hers for half a beat before pausing to grin at her words. A grin that only dimmed slightly as she addresses what lay under the polite and respectful doors that he tried his damnedest to always leave open. The worry would lessen as his comfort about the situation, his situation, this whole possibility grew. All he needed was confidence that this would work. That Maggie really did love him. That Maggie might stay in the way that mattered, once she joins him.

His smile broadens again as she continues, chest already swelling a little with the idea of it all.

"Does that count as a proposal?" Because his answer was obviously yes. "We can start plannin' just as soon as you're done here. If we're gonna have a little herd of Givens runnin' around, I want them and you to be able to take full advantage of my job and its benefits." He wanted to take care of them, as best he could. His smile spreads slightly from it's easy tilt again as he admires her eyes, her smile, her everything.

"I had the idea, a few months before Willa was someone we knew existed, I dreamt about it. Having a house, a yard, porch full of kids.. I want that. The whole white picket fence idea, no matter what kinda weird outta this world work arounds we gotta work in."

And he would throw all of himself into it if she said jump.

Maggie laughs ruefully, kissing him again. "I guess it does. Which makes us engaged?" That's a step farther than she planned to jump tonight, but she knew she'd jump whenever they got around to it. What's a little sooner?

"I will absolutely marry you, Raylan. I'm into white picket fences as long as they come with someone I trust to see me as I am. And I'm not marrying you for the benefits. I understand and appreciate that you want to take care of me, and any family we have. But I also want you to know that I'd say yes without anything but you, okay?"

"'Fraid that's what I come with right now," he jokes, following it with a nod. "I know, darlin'. Because I don't have a single one of those benefits here and somehow I'm still lucky enough to have found a way to you. To this possibility. And regardless of my job, I'll always want to take care of you."

Given the chance, he'd hold on with both hands as tight as he could and figure out whatever he needed to along the way to make it happen. Raylan Givens with a Goal was an unstoppable force.

"Here you just come with an awesome beach in your backyard. And fantastic sex. And great hugs. And a listening ear." She says it lightly, but she means it.

And she means this next part too. Maggie rests her forehead against his as she murmurs, "And I'll let you as long as you let me take care of you too. Do I have to put that in the wedding vows? We take care of each other. No one way streets."

"Three outta four for forever ain't bad." And beach, they could find. Beach, they could get. Well. Near a beach. It would be beach soon enough, if the climate scientists were right.

"No one way streets," he murmurs back, eyes halfmoons before he closes them as he steals a kiss from her. A kiss that he deepens as he scoops her up and stands, chair getting kicked back by the back of his thighs at the movement.

"I'll clean up dinner later," he murmurs in the middle of a break from the kiss before kissing her again as he heads them up towards her bedroom.

"Forever sounds good when you say it," Maggie murmurs, then groans softly as he deepens their next kiss and heads for somewhere they can do more than that.

She'll answer on the stairs, while she's behaving herself as usual so as not to tumble them both down, "We should reheat the cobbler when you do, darling. Throw some ice cream on top and eat dessert curled up in bed. Later." Because right now she can think of better things to do with her mouth, nipping at his earlobe and trailing kisses down his neck as they cross the threshold of her room.

At least Fetch is well trained enough not to climb on the table and steal the leftovers in the meantime.

He would have happily cleaned up any mess, dinner or digestive, that might come from the dog eating their dinner, and he would be grateful if he wasn't utterly and wholly preoccupied with Maggie.

"Later." Echoed huskily - they had forever right now, right? - Raylan's long steps manage the stairs quickly, slowing to a casual meander as they get into her room. He left the door open in defiance and pays it no mind as he carefully sets her down on the bed, following with his own weight and eager lips that claim hers. With his hands free, he can push one up her shirt to slide it across her side and back, hips rolling against hers so she can feel what the promise of time with her did to him.

Maggie arches into him, fingers digging into his hips for a moment as she grinds against him, then she's running her hands up his back, pushing his shirt up to bare as much skin as she can without breaking their kiss.

Raylan's weight pinning her to the bed and his lips against hers feel so damn right, and she can hardly believe she gets to keep this.

A thought flits into her head, and she thinks he'll appreciate it, but it can wait till later too. She wouldn't interrupt this for the world.

Edited (Email tagging broke this response, whoops.) 2024-06-23 05:39 (UTC)

His lips travel across her jaw, pausing to nip at her ear before those nips move to her throat, his one adventurous hand reaching up to snap her bra open with a snap of his fingers. His fingers didn't wait, smoothing around her side to slide up under her breast, gripping lightly before he pulls back and pushes up. His shirt is unceremoniously pulled off and tossed to the side before he is pushing up her shirt and bra to bend, sweeping her nipple up into his mouth. His hand went back to work, moving down to her pants, where he popped the button and worked the zipper open.

He wanted her naked and against him, drowning out and pushing away everything, the Barge, the questions, the everything that wasn't her and making her gasp his name.

Maggie hums approvingly as his mouth wanders. When he sits back, she's too captivated by the view to take advantage of the opportunity to get out of her own clothes, her gaze sliding down him as she bites her lip.

But as soon as he's back on her, she makes up for lost time, only pausing long enough to moan at the pressure of his mouth before she's squirming the rest of the way out of her shirt and bra, then unfastening his pants to palm him through his boxers.

"Love you," she murmurs, just for the joy of saying it. Of not wondering how much she's allowed to feel for him. No more holding back.

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