Open RP post for Maggie Garcia

[talesuntold]

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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[tinstar]

"'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.

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"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."

[tinstar]

"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.

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"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.

[tinstar]

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.

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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.

[tinstar]

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.

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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.