Science Is King

Science dictates lives: what you do, where you live, who you marry. It takes care of you, covers your bills, keeps you healthy, and all it asks in return is that you participate in a few experiments. Ridgeway has always been a control group, left mostly alone, but the Department of Science has been moving in, and everything is about to change.

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 Posted: Feb 3 2018, 02:24 PM
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Rafferty was not a particularly romantic person. He knew how to make romantic gestures of course, a bouquet of flowers here, a box of candy there, could go a long way in seducing a potential girl. A girl. But Mary, as she had so often proclaimed, was not a girl, she was a woman. A grown ass woman who would not be swayed by the same half hearted attempts that had won teenaged girls of the past.

The feelings of ennui had settled over him promptly after returning from the cruise. On the cruise he’d had several things to distract him even when he was stuck on the boat for days on end. He had his relatives and the mermaid club….which, much to his consternation seemed to only make the matters worst. He could touch the girls, which was so fucking exciting. And they could do more…which was even more fucking exciting but once he had blown through his miscellaneous creds in an embarrassingly short amount of time he realized nobody was interested in touching him for free. Which was then just depressing. Because then he was stuck on a boat with only one person who would touch him for free but their mutual spouses had seemed to team up to watch them like a hawk.

So he was sexually frustrated. To the max. With a beautiful wife who couldn’t stand him most days. That was bad on its own, for sure since the main reason he was looking forward to this marriage thing in the first place was the legal sex. But what made it worse, what made it nearly unbearable was his asshole cousins.

He had learned of the term ‘schadenfreude’ from a girl he dated in High School. She had taught him a few interesting phrases in other languages and he had taught her how to give a proper hand job. It had been a very beneficial relationship. At the time he thought it a cool concept that he had bestowed on others, but never had he imagined that the word would come back to his forefront and he’d be the victim of the taunting and underhanded jokes. He got it. All his other relatives had managed to bone their wives before him. Schadenfreude…he did feel better that at least Keegan wasn’t getting any either. He knew Keegan didn’t believe in evil twins but surely there had been some type of mix up when wives were being handed out because there was no way that Connor should have gotten the fun Windsor twin while he got…Mary.

The young Malone, who had made it a personal habit to never really try hard at anything did make an acceptation when it came to wooing the ladies. He had tried the charm. He had tried outright asking but nothing was working. But he had the calendar on his side now. Because it was Valentines day, the one day out of the year (besides birthdays) where couples were practically mandated to have sex. It had to happen today. Now or never. He tried to rope Keegan into helping him. And he only answered in riddles; think of things she likes, think of her hobbies, what makes her smile? Apparently a vacuum cleaner, no matter how much your wife begs you to clean is never a good present idea.

Rafe actually ventured out into the mall. Into the women’s section looking for something that his uptight particular wife would like. But. As he had used up mainly all his misc creds he had very few funds. He made magic happen, found something suitable (not a crockpot, or broom, or mop) and made his way home only to find that the government, the government was looking out for him with a right on time basket on his front steps.

“Sup Ryder.” he called out, tossing the other things he’d bought on the counter. He eyed the bag for a moment, out of place on their impeccable kitchen counter and slowly reached out and picked it back up.

-That’s not going to work- the AI goaded as he began to move from the kitchen to the bedroom.

“Shut it.” he snapped, throwing the bag under the bed instead and placing the overflowing basket on the bed.

-eww…gross…seriously?- Ryder gasped, which was hard to understand as the house actually didn’t need to breath so why was he being so damn dramatic?

“Oh for fucks sake” he muttered as he continued to prepare. “I thought you were supposed to like me? Why can’t you be supportive and give me some mood lighting or music or something?”

-O…k….but that’s not going to work….- The AI called out in a sing-song voice as the lights dimmed, a slow song flowing from the speakers of the home.

Rafe placed the small box onto Mary’s nightstand, arranging himself across the blankets, with his arms thrown up over his head. Ok that was fucking weird. He switched to sprawling effortlessly. And then he switched again. And then he got bored so he pulled a candy bar from the basket and began to gnaw at it as he sat crossed legged. Just where was she?



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    Mary felt off.

    Her subtle makeup was immaculate, there wasn’t a hair out of place on her head. Her clothes fit the way they should and there weren’t an unintentional wrinkle or stain on any of it. She looked every bit the woman she usually was, with confidence in her eyes and a purpose behind each step she took.

    And yet, behind all of that, she felt off balance. The fact that Eleanor had gotten partnered to a Hasenkamp opened up some of the old bitterness she had felt way back in November. It hadn’t helped that Rafferty got kicked off the boat. He was a troublemaker, probably still hung up on his former lover. The fact that they talked hadn’t been such a big deal, Connor had even insisted that it hadn’t been much of a conversation when he let it slip.

    Despite of that… It nagged at her. It was a seed in the back of her head, because if she was truly just a friend and there was nothing to it… Why wouldn’t he just tell her about it? She had asked him directly if there was something she should know. Someone impersonating his wife did come to mind. Not that she could blame Chloe for wanting to be her.

    The girl had a little bit of taste, at least.

    Even after a heartfelt talk with Anne, she hadn’t felt at ease after wards, and she had dreaded returning to her house in Westmore. The mommy neighborhood. To her husband, Rafferty Malone, of Neutral merit, bordering on poor. In truth, Mary’s life honestly wasn’t that bad, but it was poor timing.

    She was a woman of many demons and resentments and opening them up was never pleasant.

    As a result, she had actively avoided home. Home. She had taken out-of-town jobs, she had spend her days trekking through the city and making appearances where she knew she would get photographed. She had taken up offers that she wouldn’t normally do, keeping herself busy and rehearsed whatever script her agent sent her way till death.

    She didn’t put out as many hoops for Rafferty to jump through as she usually did. In fact she didn’t put out any, and only nagged him minimally about keeping their home nice and tidy. She withdrew, not just from him, but from those around her too. Not in the same way she usually did, she picked up if someone called her, but she wasn’t initiating contact the way she did when everything was good.

    She needed a little bit of time to lick her wounds, find her balance again. Two weeks of vacation hadn’t been good for her in other ways either. Right now she came home from a fitting. No one had said a word, but the added couple of centimeters around her waist earned her a raised eyebrow, if only because she was always very consistent.

    She was going to get those centimeters off real quick, hitting the gym and it wasn’t enough to rattle her confidence, but she wished she could’ve just reached out and clawed the smug look on that woman’s face off.

    It wasn’t noticeable to anyone but the measuring tape.

    It wasn’t just the measuring though. It was spilling coffee on the way to a meeting. It was forgetting a meeting, or to call someone back. It was getting a persons last name wrong, when she usually had a mental rolodex of those she was meant to remember. It was very small things that could be easily excused, but Mary had always been consistently perfect. She didn’t show up with stains on her clothes, she was early to her meetings. She called people back within the appropriate amount of time, and did her homework on whoever she was working with.

    Her agent had asked if she was feeling alright, and she hadn’t been able to tell him that she was in a believable tone of voice. He’d given her a day off, that she didn’t ask for, to get her head straight. She had spent it mentally reprimanding herself, obsessively going through her files at home. She had gotten her flash cards out, like a school girl, making sure to get the names and faces that mattered right.

    She glanced up to the house, realizing that she had been sitting in her car for at least a couple of minutes, lost in thought. Finally, she took in a deep breath, filling her lungs before slowly exhaling, then exited the car.

    Valentines day.

    Every noteworthy day was marked in her calendar, months in advance. Mary didn’t forget important dates. She hadn’t celebrated Valentine’s Day for three years, and before that it had been so-so. Jimmy used to buy her a bouquet of roses. He’d hand them over with a look that let her know he did it out of a feeling of duty, rather than because he wanted to. She’d accept them, fake gratitude and put them in a vase.

    She’d give him a tie-pin, knowing that he collected them. He’d smile at her briefly before putting it away. She’d never seen him wear any of them.

    They’d both end the day feeling empty. The flowers were dead by day two. She suspected it was the atmosphere that sucked the life out of them, the same way it did her.

    She had tried. Even if she was annoyed with him, and things had been weird between them. Even with him meeting up with Chloe, even with the awkwardness between them. A new marriage, a new try to make things semi-work. Not to sour the day from the get-go.

    Her present for Rafferty was chosen with a little help from Anne. After sorting through a long list of raunchy suggestions, she had finally settled with one that felt like her. Would he take it as nagging him? Probably. Maybe it was a bad idea. He probably didn’t remember what day it was anyway. She should've totally just given him fast food and let that be it.

    She opened the door, stepping inside only to be greeted by a Oh my, the madam is home. She rolled her eyes. Ryder had found it funny to refer to her as an old lady since they moved in.
    Because she absolutely needed to be reminded every day that she was older than her husband, and that she was closer to thirty than twenty.

    Ignoring her AI, she kneeled to undo her booties. She placed them with the other shoes in the foyer, fixing the placement of Rafferty’s shoes as well. Getting up, she shrugged off her coat and hung it up, once again rearranging Raffety’s to make sure everything was color coded it the way she wanted it to be. At this time she had settled into doing it every time she got home, it was muscle memory by now.

    Happy Valentine’s day, madam, Ryder chimed in with.

    Mary really hated Ryder.

    Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes, taking a moment to take out the pins in her hair that kept it back and away from her face. She used her fingertips to fluff it up a little bit, shaking it loosely with practiced motions. “Can’t you find an R.V to go hit on and leave me alone? In the spirit of Valentines day” She asked, hanging up her keys where they were meant to be and fixing her shirt. Even if it was for her own sake, she still wanted to look immaculate.

    Then she stopped once she reached the kitchen, frowning a little bit. She checked the great room, not finding Rafe sprawled out there like she expected.

    Is Rafferty out?” She asked, a little absentmindedly.

    No, madam. He’s waiting for you.

    She frowned, stopping in her tracks. Was Ryder trying to get him in trouble again?

    Where?” She said, skeptically.

    The Bedroom.

    Was he napping this late in the day? She winced, dropping her handbag off in the living room as she made her way through the house, her bare feet not making a lot of noise. Getting closer, she could hear music, and she frowned even deeper.

    Look, Ra-“ She was about to warn him, that Ryder was trying to be petty again and get him in some kind of trouble, but stopped in her tracks as she entered the bedroom. It was…. Quite a sight to come home to. She blinked a couple of times, stunned for a moment. Then her lips slowly twisted into a smile, and she raised a hand to cover her mouth, a chuckle escaping her but she was doing her best not to outright laugh. She needed a few moments to gather herself, before she finally leaned against the doorway of their bedroom, shoulders still shaking with laughter.

    I see we’re going with the subtle approach,” She said, needing to clear her throat before she could continue speaking. “And you’ve got… A little bit of chocolate…” She tapped her cheek with a finger lightly, looking away because it seemed easier not to laugh that way.

    Well. She didn’t expect this, she’d admit.

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Rafe Malone
 Posted: Mar 14 2018, 06:08 PM
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The time waiting for Mary to return from the ship was....there were a lot of adjectives for it but none of them were fun. It could have been fun if Keegan was still around. But he wasn't. And Charlie was around but apparently seemed to always be busy boning his wife. Which Rafe would have been able to do. If he hadn't gotten kicked off the cruise. He raged. He drank. He talked to the lawyer and with no bad influences around to incite him he blissfully stayed out of trouble.

Mary's return was met with...subtle attempts to try to recreate the first night on the ship. He left whiskey around the kitchen. Mary returned it to the liquor cabinet. He thought her displaying her little ship shaped trophies prominently in the living room was a sign that she was reminiscing. But nothing came from it. Rafe wasn't always in tune with others but he began to slowly realize that her habit of avoiding him was continuing. It was a busy time for both of them-Mary was getting gigs and his publicists was trying hard to get him in a new band that was forming so he didn't notice at first.

But it became apparent. She wasn't engaging. He'd do things on purpose-leave the juice out, leave his clothes around and she'd simply pick it up or program a reminder to Ryder to rely the message. She stayed away more than could be really necessary. She looked the same, perfect, put together and poised. But something was different. She didn't smile or even give him her patented smug look.

So Valentines day was for him, one more last ditch effort to get into her pressed skirts but in a way, it was also for her. To at least try to snag her down so she could relax for one night.

As the minutes ticked by Rafe realized why it was a good idea to plan. It was very possible that Mary wouldn't be coming home tonight. Perhaps she would stay with one of her (many) sisters or was having a meeting that was going longer than normal. After finishing the candy bar, he busied himself with finding other items in the basket that might prove useful. There was bottle of champagne (he absently drunk half of it straight from the bottle before he realized she might want some as well) some fuzzy handcuffs that he tossed to the side, and a jar of edible body paint.


He had two fingers plunged deep in the goo, wondering what it would feel like with other appendages when Mary made her presence known. He sat upright, his dark eyes flashing an almost guilty glance to her then to his fingers.

The shock on her face was evident, he anticipated that. It was supposed to be a surprise after all. He watched her, watch him, with bated breath an explanation ready on his tongue.

Her lip twitched before settling into a smile and he was sure the choking sounds she was was hiding behind her hands was laughter. At him. And his attempt.


His fingers wriggled in the goop. Well. He did look a little ridiculous. He didn't exactly match but he was wearing his lucky socks, which just added more incentive for him to be kissed. These were his favorite boxers. And the silky tie. That was just for her obviously. It wasn't cinched all the way to his neck and instead hung comfortably down his bare chest. So. He could kinda understand the humor. Besides. She was smiling. Laughing A sound he hadn't heard in weeks. Rafe grinned with a sheepish shrug.

"Subtle. Of course. It's my middle name." he pulled his fingers slowly from the jar as she indicated the smudge of chocolate on his cheek. Ignoring it, he brought his fingers to his mouth, carefully and pointedly sucking the red substance from his fingers while looking at her.

Over the weeks his mind had began to doubt if the romp on the ship had happened at all. But she would bend a certain way, or give him a hooded look that would bring it all back. There were flashes of images, sounds. Her heavy breathing and light sighs, the way she had bounced when he tossed her on the bed. He thought of that now as he eyed her, sucking his fingers clean because she was wearing another perfect skirt and he couldn't wait to find out what was underneath it.


He removed his fingers so he could talk, uninhibited. His voice was low, sure of itself. "So, are you going to stand in the doorway all day or are will you let me see what you taste like with chocolate?"

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Mary Windsor
 Posted: Mar 18 2018, 04:48 PM
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    They really hadn’t chosen the right color to provide in edible body paint. She imagined someone to have sat and thought it through, coming to the conclusion that it could be used to paint hearts on each other. Sweet motives of the cliché love that was all around them, and it’d provide a nice contrast against skin. Well, she thought That might have been the thought. It surely wasn’t just her being morbid when she thought it looked a little like blood. Bright red and fresh. She figured that it was supposed to be sexy, but Mary’s shoulders were still shaking with laughter, and it was hard to get there.

    Subtle. Of course. It’s my middle name. His comment made the edges of her lips sneak a little further up in amusement, remembering their game of basically tip-toeing around each other. For different intent and purposes, but that was essentially what they had been doing. She wasn’t unobservant, nor slow by any means. The whisky left out, the little tests he’d been doing, she had caught them all. She just hadn’t particularly cared, her head busy with so many other thoughts lately. Such as how to avoid spending too much time around the house, and what excuse to cook up day after day.

    She hadn’t put out hoops for him to jump through, but she did give him clues. They were apparently not obvious enough though, given that he hadn’t brought up what was bothering her, despite the trophies that were proudly on the topshelf of their living room. Glittering in gold, her three little ship-shaped trophies. Shuffleboard, Trivia, and a Lipsync contest. The last one seemed weird to her too, but Connor and Naomi had turned out to be great company when her husband got sent with the plane home. They were much of her improved opinion of the Malones. They were a part of why the vacation hadn’t completely sucked, until the last day when her sister announced her newfound membership to the most influential family in town. God damn it, Eleanor.

    That had kind of soured things.

    I’ll make sure to correct that in my file.” She said with an amused smirk, finally dropping the hand from her mouth. It was very hard for her to keep a straight face as he cleaned his fingers. She went as far as closing her eyes for a moment, in order not to laugh again. She personally didn’t imagine body paint to taste that nice, but she would commend him for going all in on what he was doing.

    He was so cocky. Again and again, she was a little amazed by the confidence he carried himself with. She was torn between rolling her eyes, ask if he had prepared this time then laugh and walk out… Or stepping forth, right into his touch. Get closer to that trademark smirk of his.

    Watching her, one could practically see the gears grinding as she thought things over. Weighed the pros and the cons, the feeling in her stomach and the thoughts in her head. Going through each and every little event that had happened lately. The first night of the vacation, the day he got dragged off. The subsequent awkwardness, The Chloe Hasenkamp disruption, the two past weeks of playing cat and mouse.

    Then slowly, as if she still wasn’t sure if she would commit to it, she walked forward.

    How long have you been working on that line?” She asked, every step getting slightly more confident till she reached the bed. Long enough to drink half a bottle of champagne and start experimenting with body paint.

    So, drummer boy,” She started, licking her lips as she crawled onto the bed. “Let’s see if you can impress me when I’m sober.” She challenged, a little bit of a smirk on her lips as she reached out, fingers brushing the tip of the tie. Clearly amused. So this was going to be their little thing, wasn’t it?

    I’ll say as much, this is a good start.

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Rafe hadn't had the same dilemma upon seeing the body paint in the basket. Perhaps he would have reached the same morbid conclusion if he'd tested the substance on other, paler parts of him, but as it were, on his fingers his mind only went to art. It was sweet. Almost sickly sweet and held the faintest hints of cherry flavor. It was obviously not gourmet edible paint but he supposed it would get the job done. He tried not to be annoyed as her shoulders shook in amusement and she hid majority of her smile from him.

Sure, maybe he did look humorous but this was supposed to be a serious thing. He was glad she was enjoying herself, finally but he wished she was taking his very clear attempt at seduction seriously. Because if she were laughing he wasn't sure how he was going to get her to be willing to join him.

He breathed carefully, inhale, exhale, inhale exhale and tried to concentrate on not nibbling a hole in his cheek. If she turned around. If the laughter and her blatant refusal was the last of it he was sure he was going to lose it. And if Ryder even thought to say anything...he would rip out every single wire in that damn house.

"You shouldn't lean so heavily on that file for information." he said softly watching her inner turmoil as she seemed to wrestle with the decision. Why was it so hard for her? He thought all their negative interactions had been put behind them. He was willing to forgive and forget.

He watched, almost frozen as she took a jerky step forward, as if her body had decided to move independently from her mind making the choice. He swallowed, not quite believing what he was seeing as she took another step forward, and another. She was coming closer. She was no longer laughing...she was playful.

"Ryder helped me out.." he whispered, afraid that he might scare her off with too loud of a voice "You like?"

Typically when someone referred to him as a 'little drummer boy' they were being facetious. Trying to poke fun at his profession. He wasn't entirely convinced that Mary was not using the term in the same way. But even if she were he instantly forgave her as she lowered herself to the bed, her tiny tongue darting out just a bit. He could live forever on that image alone. Hair falling around her shoulders, back slightly arched, the mischievous look to her face. His did he keep forgetting how amazingly sexy she was?

She was calling his bluff. She was seriously calling it and though he wanted nothing more for her to do so he suddenly felt alarmed. Because she was sober. And clear headed. She'd be able to remember everything. He wouldn't be saved by her falling asleep or have his actions seem better through a drunken haze. Was he going to be able to impress her sober? Especially since he had idiotically drunken most of the champagne.

He had to get this right. He was lucky in that he was getting the very rare shot of redoing a first impression. He didn't think Mary would be patient enough to give anymore shots. It was now or never.

He wouldn't be a Malone if he let a little thing like fear stop him though so he smirked, pushing down his doubts. "I did promise you that you would be impressed, didn't I?" he let her finger the tie for a few seconds, happy that the last minute purchase had drawn her in, the way he had imagined.

"But this stuff is really messy and your stuff looks way expensive. Let me help you." he uncrossed his legs sitting up further to grab the end of her shirt and lift up. He remembered she seemed particularly adamant about being 'slow' when she was drunk. He wondered if that attitude would differ now.

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    Perhaps she shouldn’t lean so heavily on that file, but it gave her cold, hard, factual answers when Rafferty didn’t always. It was data that couldn’t really be questioned or debated. It was based on science, a thing that Mary of all people could respect. It wasn’t exciting science, it wasn’t even all that interesting most of the time, but they were essentially guinea pigs for the government. They had all the information they would ever need on them – Mary was sure, even if they only provided them with very little of it.

    Her lips tugged a little, edging into a smirk. His admission that Ryder had helped him was a little endearing, not so much because of the words but the way they were spoken. Whispered as if scared that she would run. Mary didn’t scare easily though. Her mood was fickle from time to time. Her fears laid deeper than everyday situations. Her fears were deeper than an overgrown boy, who wasn’t entirely sure what to do in this situation.

    She was more so the type of girl who appreciated rose petals, candles, a luxurious evening out. A couple of nice glasses a wine, a man who looked good in a suit and a dinner somewhere that felt as classy as she was most of the time. But she wasn’t heartless, and she recognized that he seemed to have at least put a little thought into it, the tie being a fun little detail. And it gave some levity, in a pretty shitty week. While Raffety might not appreciate her laughing, it loosened her up a little bit. She liked it.

    I like,” She gave him, her voice not quite a purr but warm and playful. There was a little bit of devil, in her angel eyes when she looked at him, a few seconds passing as he was second guessing the entire thing and she waited for him to make any kind of respond. Her fingers let go of the tie and instead brushed over the warm skin beneath. From the lower middle of his chest, gliding fluidly up to his shoulder as she moved closer to him, placing herself exactly where he had offered to place her the last time they got any kind of physical.

    With her lightly straddling his thighs, it also made the action of removing her shirt a little less awkward, physically speaking. Her smirk widened a little when he reiterated that she would be impressed. First times were rarely perfect, and after their last encounter one would assume he’d be a little less confident. A little less of a braggart. Emotional resilience, she supposed. It’d likely be his downfall someday.

    Reaching, she helped him lift the shirt over her head, tossing it down by the food end of the bed. No, she didn’t have quite the heart to just let it go to the floor. Rather than let him take control though, she took his wrists, Leading one to her hip, where her skin was now bare, at the waistband of her skirt, and placing the other by her thigh.

    There was less tentativeness without the alcohol in her blood. Her general rhythm was still slow, she required some warm-up, it wasn’t just going to town. But she was more sure of herself and less prone to tipping over.

    One hand moved to tilt his head, to get him to focus on her. Well, the upper part of her, anyway. Closing her eyes, she leaned in to kiss him, nipping him lightly in the bottom of his full lips, a slight reminder of the last time they did this. A tongue that darted out, soothing the bitten spot, picking up some of that sweet cherry flavor. She was slow. The way she liked it. It wasn’t the time for urgency, but she was more deliberate. There weren’t wiggle-room for him to try and rush this, the way there was before. But unlike last time, it was a kiss with promise.

    Remember, the warm-up is half the fun.” She reminded him with a little bit of a smirk against his lips. Her voice warm, kittenish. Her fingertips left the side of his face, her long nails lightly scraping against his skin as it slid down, feeling his shoulder, finding a spot to rest on by the nape of his neck. Playfully tugging on the hair there. Her own was slightly tussled, after the shirt being pulled over her head. “It’s not a race.

    And then, from some undiscernible place in the room, their fucking AI had to chime in, with a tone as if it had just witnessed the resurrection of Jesus Christ himself.

    I can’t believe this worked.
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He had been afraid he was scare her off. He was so unsure what had changed between them, still quite unclear on what the magic words had been that he was afraid one wrong turn would have her hand sailing across his face again. It was treacherous waters they were in with her being sober. He wasn't sure why he'd said Ryder had helped him. The AI had done little more than tease him as he prepared but it seemed like something that would make her smile and it seemed to be easier to blame any mistakes on an inanimate object rather than take the blame himself.

Rafe knew Mary was a classy lady. Her high status and high merit made her accustomed to the finer things in life, stuff that he'd only seen on corny t.v. shows. His parents had been affectionate, but not in the cards and flowers sort of way. More in the 'slap you on the ass' or make sure there was always a cold one waiting for you type of way. So he was trying, he was trying to at least meet her halfway. Compromise.

He had tried to remain suave, as though even if she didn't like the effort he wouldn't be swayed either way but the large grin gave him away. He wondered if she was messing with him, some ploy to lull him into a false sense of security to really make a crashing blow to his ego, but the purr sounded real, the light in her eyes sending a shiver down his spine that he knew had little to do with his lack of clothing.

If she was playing him she was doing a damn good job of it.

It was his turn to be frozen as her fingers lightly played over his skin and he remained still as she climbed onto his lap, having to blink a few times as if to believe she was actually there before helping her out the shirt.

Was it wrong to be disappointed she was wearing a bra today? Bras, the enemy of men everywhere. He had been a bit spoiled on the boat, granted easy access to the dainty mounds underneath. It was perhaps a calculated move. To slow him down. He raised his hands, meaning to go for the tricky bra strap but just as before her firm but gentle grip redirected him. He sighed, in frustration but ever the bounce back artist he quickly busied himself with exploring the silky skin of her thigh instead. The hand on her waistband felt around for a zipper or some other unlocking mechanism-why did women's clothing have to be so complicated?

He was shocked by her assertiveness. Not because he believed her to be a meek person but because he believed with a clear head she'd be more...leery of getting into bed with him. But he had proved his point. As long as he didn't give her any more bad kisses he should be fine. Though he wondered if she liked to slap in general. It would be interesting to find out.

Blue eyes closed automatically when he saw her mouth coming for him and he returned the kiss, grinning around the playful nips. Who would have thought that sweet little Mary liked a little danger? The hand that had been placed on her waistband gave up the struggle momentarily and slid up her back, holding her close, holding her into the kiss. She controlled the tempo as before, making sure that when his style tried to get more hasty he was reigned back in. He groaned against her lips, a mixture of desire and frustration.

Mary's words were right on time and he rolled his eyes though he smirked "So are we both gonna hit the finish line together? Wait..it's not a race..um...then what is it?" he had never been very good at metaphors and now wasn't exactly the best time to suddenly be trying to give a funny one. He was much too distracted, the hand on her thigh had slowly completed it's trek to the curvature of her butt. She was wearing underwear too.

"Forget I said anything." he stated quickly, shaking his head. He sounded stupid, even to his ears and if he said something stupid this close to getting laid he was going to jump out the window. Literally. "Not a race, not a uh...sprint. None of that. I'll be slow. Super slow. Like a uh...snail." he brushed some of the tousled pale hair from her face before lowering his head to her waiting cleavage. She seemed to be doing an alright job of taking the lead and if he had to follow her he'd do so. Happily.

His tongue was tracing the outline of her breast when Ryder spoke, his incredulous voice almost booming over the slow music. Rafe's head popped up and he squeezed his eyes shut "Not the fucking time, Ryder...." he hissed under his breath before taking a deep inhale and looking at Mary. "I think you should take off this skirt."

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    Even when Mary was drunk, there was a certain amount of dignity to her. Her posture wasn’t as stiff, but it was still there. Her tone still held authority, even if she had to struggle a little to get it where she wanted to. She was still stubborn, and insistent, but she wasn’t very assertive. Part of it was her impaired balance, part of it was the laziness that the alcohol instilled in all of her limbs. Rather than electric sparks flying it felt more like an underlying current, carrying her away and leaving Rafe to, at the time, be the more forward of them.

    This was Mary with a clear head. She had made the decision, and she had no problem being the more dominant of the two. She knew what she liked, she knew what she didn’t appreciate, she knew how her body worked. His reluctant acceptance to follow her was met with an approval she hoped he felt when she kissed him, awarding him with attention and touch. Her movements more deliberate, and more coordinated than they had been the last time around.

    She toyed with his hair, letting her fingertips drag a little down his back. Curling against the skin when he pulled her in against him and focused on kissing her the way she should be kissed, with heat, with purpose, without rush. As if that was enough to keep his attention, without anything else needing to happen. Focused. Without haste. It was rewarded with a throaty sound, not quite a moan. It met his groan, making her smirk a little bit. She closed her eyes momentarily.

    This time there weren’t any hands that slapped his away when they wandered up her skirt. Of course she was wearing underwear. She hadn’t wandered off this morning thinking I’m gonna seduce my husband tonight. She pursed her lips a little when he rolled his eyes at her. Any disgruntlement disappeared however as he opened his mouth. That was always his weakness wasn’t it? His big mouth.

    She thought she was doing a good job not laughing out loud. Oh Rafferty - So easily confused, so easily caught up in his own attempts to sound funny. Most of the time it even worked, but this was not one of those times. “Sssch…” She purred, his lips seeking out her cleavage. “Don’t talk right now,” Because it was getting harder and harder for her not to laugh, and she would much rather do than discuss right now.

    She reached behind her back, unclasping the bra herself when Ryder spoke, and Rafe’s head popped up. By now she really should be accustomed to their terrible AI choosing the worst times to come with a remark, but she hadn’t seen this one coming. That, combined with Rafe’s reaction was what it took to finally make her laugh. Amongst the races, the snails, and that, she couldn’t help it. It wasn’t very sexy, burying her face in against his neck. Habits died hard. Even when she had been laughing with Matthew, she had been covering her mouth when laughing. Before too. It was partly her self-consciousness about her front-teeth, partly the fact that she preferred not to laugh at all.

    Too many lines started that way.

    However, she wasn’t afforded the choice as she sat, bra half-slid off and almost crying of laughter against his neck. It wasn’t that loud, but it was the kind of laughter that kept itself going, the type that made your stomach cramp a little bit and breathing hard. When you felt as if it was winding down, another wave of it came through.

    She was honestly sorry. It was misplaced, and broke the mood a little bit, cutting through the music, the atmosphere, the slight tension in the air. She eventually sort of crawled off of him, to lie down on her back beside him, one hand lightly over her stomach as she tried to stop the laughter from coming back.

    It didn’t help when their AI played a slow-clap sound clip. It didn’t even have any hands. She hated that thing so much, but never had the timing probably been worse than what it was right now.
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He was going to kill Ryder.

Simply ripping the wires from the walls wasn’t enough.

No. He was going to burn them, then bury the dust in the backyard.
He was going to delight in finding the box that housed the AI’s artificial snooty voice and stomping it to smithereens.


Because a second ago, Mary was on him, her legs tightly pressing into his sides. Her hands were in his hair, on his skin causing delicious trails of goosebumps where they explored. There was no heady taste of liquor on her lips this time but she still tasted sweet, the slow sensual kisses promising more without giving it.

He’d never thought he would like kisses like this. Too slow, too intimate too…personal. But here he was concentrating, concentrating on simply matching her speed, concentrating on how good it felt.

Rafe nodded against her as she issued her command. It was easy enough, stop talking. And at this point who needed words? He was more interested in the soft sounds she was making as his fingers brushed over skin he still hadn’t really seen yet.

They had gone from that, hot skin and stirring passion to just the hint of a muffled laugh at his neck to Mary’s outright snicker fest. She was practically rolling on the floor from laughter, completely ignoring his very straight forward request for her to remove her skirt.

How was it that Mary had spent almost weeks with just the barest of a smile and now mere minutes alone with him she was a regular hyena?

He could take a joke, really he could. He loved making them at others’ expense and wasn’t above laughing at himself, but somehow he was finding a really hard time finding the humor in all of this while he was dressed in his boxers, pitching a mild tent.

Rafe let out a soft whimper of distress as she slid from his lap, resting on her back as her body trembled with the force of her laugher. Was this even real life right now?

If she was about to laugh herself into a slumber like last time he was going to freaking…his eyes, the color of her skirt, rested on the basket that lay not too far from them. He had stated he wanted to add chocolate to the mix. His eyes narrowed as he rose to his knees, reaching over her to grab a warming body oil that boasted being satisfying to multiple senses.

“Luckily for you, one of us is focused….” he murmured, kneeling in front of her outstretched legs as Ryder clapped. He glared at the walls, wondering when the hell the AI was going to get the hint to go and regulate some appliances or whatever the hell he did when they weren’t home. Next time, if there was a next time-he would be sure to shut the AI off.

The oil let out a sputter as it oozed from the bottle into his open hands. He rubbed them together, activating the warming sensation before he began to massage it onto her bare leg, slowly working his way up with firm steady motions.

He had prepared this time around and although he was excited he was no where near the tipping point he had reached while on the boat. As far as he knew Mary had no such backups, no regular releases to ease tension. This time she would be the one being betrayed by her body.

He did one leg, then the other until her legs were glistening and tingling. He was going to say something funny or clever but remembered Mary's words and decided to let his mouth do some nonverbal talking. He started at the toes placing dainty kisses on them as they wriggled. He moved upward, kissing, nipping, sucking at the tender flesh-the bottle didn't lie. Not only did the oil smell good but it tasted like chocolate. He wouldn't have needed the sweetness as a prompt to dive into her skin but it did help and his lips smacked with appreciation as his head ventured further. He pushed the skirt upward as he went, having obviously given up his research into getting it off.
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    After a couple of weeks of feeling off her game, it was nice to laugh and relax a little. It was the tone, the tension, the timing. It was the situation they were in, that had been unthinkable for just a couple of weeks ago. It got to her – It loosened her up, and though she could feel his annoyance in the air, it didn’t stop her from laughing.

    I’m sorry,” She did give him, trying to stifle it as a little time went on. And alright, he was focused and not quite as amused as she was, but she was still there, wasn’t she? She could’ve easily walked out in annoyance over Ryder. God knew that wouldn’t be the first time. In different situations, she got fed up with their home AI pretty easily. It wore her patience thin a lot of the time, coupled with her normal bickering with Rafe it wasn’t the relaxing atmosphere she wanted to return home to.

    She didn’t laugh herself into a slumber. She was clear headed. Last time had been unfortunate, but she had tried not to laugh so loudly that he would hear it. Had she failed to do so?

    His request for her to take the skirt off had drowned in the laughter but did return to the forefront of her mind when he began to touch her legs. She didn’t really expect that course of action from the same guy she had to remind to take it slow, but it was nice. He wasn’t bad at what he was doing, receiving a soft, appreciative hum from her as he began to work his way up. Her bra was discarded, somewhere off the bed as her laughter had diminished. It didn’t serve much of a purpose now.

    Kissing her toes made her chuckle softly, the light kissing, nipping and sucking at her skin making goosebumps spread like a ripple effect. When he found a particular spot she’d shift her legs a little to accommodate the feeling that traveled up through her spine. It was sensual, and slow, in a way that made her heartbeat heavier. A lovely sensation spreading into her fingertips. If Ryder made any more comments, Mary no longer paid it any attention.

    Biting her inner lip when he reached her thighs, she reached out, carding her fingers through a tuft of hair in an almost tender gesture before gently guiding one of his hands to the outside of her skirt. Running a finger beneath the waistband of the skirt and her underwear, essentially trying to help him realize that it wouldn’t be hard to slide it off from his position. And that furthermore, she was allowing him to do so.

    He had been searching for a zipper or a hook but had missed the fact that it was elastic. It made things easier, Mary would assume anyway.
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Like most Malones Rafe was good with his hands. In the literal sense and he figured in the other sense as well what, with the number of Malones running around. There had to be some reason why women kept letting them stick it to them. So the impromptu leg massage hadn't been anything Rafe had felt uneasy about. His hands were sure, his grip firm. Palms were slightly rough but not calloused. They were like him, hardened but with enough give to show there was a squishy center to be found if one looked hard enough.

He worked methodically, actually a bit grateful for the distraction as he tried to think of what to do next. There was always the off chance that his wild attempts would not work. And though he was always glad when it did work it did always bring on the next conundrum of what to do next. On dates his actions had been monitored. it was easy to not go too far. Someone usually stopped him before he had to think of the next genius idea. There was porn. Hours upon hours of porn which informed him of the general mechanics but not how to get from where he was now to that stage.

Mary wanted slow. And sensual. And well, he just didn't have much experience in that. He was pretty sure she was not going to appreciate him just shoving down his boxers and ramming into her as some of his film teachers were so wanton to doing. So he massaged her, watching as she shifted her body when he touched a particularly sensitive spot. He was doing well but he didn't know what she wanted next. He felt a thrill of fear snake down his spine when her hands grazed his hair. He'd seen the same movement before and it was always a clear signal to engage in below the belt kissing. Which terrified him. Because there was no way he could just wing that. He was pretty sure. He hadn't even spent that much time looking at stuff like that. He was going to have to like...researchor, or...phone a friend

He almost passed out from relief when instead of shoving his head down, she instead indicated the stretchy nature of her waistband. Call the Malone boys slow if you wanted but they were quick learners when it came to interesting topics. He gave a lazy smile as her finger teasingly slid under her waistband before his hands took hold of the skirt and shimmied it down,Her skirt was getting caught under her when he reached back up and grabbed the top of her underwear as well. Might as well get it over in one good pull and when he did, when he helped her get the skirt and lacy underwear over her feet he paused.

And took a deep breath.

And then another one

"Holy shit."

There was no longer just a minor indication of his excitement and desire. He was straining against the fabric of his boxers, not for the first time glad that he'd lightened the load earlier that day. He was still sensitive but not going to crash early. Or at least he hoped so . He hoped to all the was holy and sacred.

The tongue that darted out to moisten his lips did nothing to quell that dryness of his actual mouth. He could feel a sliver of sweat trickle down his back. His heart was beating so fast it had trailed up to his throat. Was this normal? Or was he going to keel over and die before he could actually finish the deed.


Rafe had enough presence of mind to realize that just looking at it wasn't going to help anything or speed anything along. With a hesitation that was uncommon for him he reached his fingers out, tentatively exploring the skin her lack of under clothes revealed. When she didn't stop him he continued, gaining more confidence when she spurred him on with her soft noises and restrained movements.

He used more fingers, playing, massaging, stretching the tender flesh.If he showed any more restraint time would start to move backward.

"Is this...ok...or..." he trailed off, the question left unspoken because he didn't want to ruin the moment. He was taking her advice, saying as less as possible to remove any verbal reason for her to take this away from him. But he was beginning to get frustrated again as his discomfort level rose.

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    Whether intentional or not, Rafe was oftentimes funny. Telling him that every time would only serve to give him a bigger ego than he already did, and god knew that wasn’t necessary. Even so, Mary herself knew that there had been enough laughter already and that it was unlikely that he’d take it as well as he had previously if she began laughing again.

    He lacked finesse. While excellent with his hands, there was a smoothness to undressing a lady that he didn’t yet possess. She had a feeling it was one thing he’d be quick to learn though, given his clear interest. Mary didn’t expect the momentary look of … What was it? Fear? Shock? He looked alternatively terrified and dazed, and it tucked at the edges of her smile. She didn’t peg him for the time to get stage fright.

    There were fingers, there were touches. There were heavy breaths, soft noises, closed eyes. Rather than answering him verbally, she hummed, reaching out to bring him closer by the tie and shut him up with a kiss. Pulling him down to lie beside her, shifting one leg to tangle with his. Pulling him closer, skin-to-skin. All of the work wouldn’t be up to him.

    She led his hands. Exploring more of her body. Touching places, they’d been before, finding new areas to touch, glide over, squeeze. She moved her own. Toying with him, egging him on, with the same light-as-a-feather touches she had on the boat, letting him feel with nails and body language when he did something right. He wasn’t the only one who was feeling the heat in the room. He might not be very experienced, but he should’ve been able to feel that, too, when diving into unknown territories, so to speak.

    Reminding herself that as boyish as Rafferty could be, he was still a man in certain senses, a fact that she could feel clearly already.

    She ran her fingers along the hemline of his boxers, not the same hesitation in her movements as with his. If there was anything, it was a mischievous touch. She wasn’t trying to hide the fact that she enjoyed his reactions, the feeling of his skin beneath her touch. She broke their kiss when her hand wrapped around his member, giving him slow, deliberate strokes before shifting. Not much. Not enough to break their bodies apart, but enough for her to pull his boxers down and – with a little bit of help from him – off.

    When she kissed him again, it was harder and more possessive than it was when they began. It was just as deliberate, as dragged out, but she bit his lower lip a little harder. Her eyes a little darker when she broke it, meeting his eyes just for a second. Cheeks a little flushed, the color extending ever-so-slightly down her neck, her lips slightly swollen, red. She kissed him again, shorter, briefer, sweeter, before moving.

    She moved away from him to find the long-forgotten basket, searching for a particular little foil-wrapped device that would be necessary. He was a Malone, and her own family wasn’t exactly barren. Neither of them were at a point in their lives were children was on the table – They hadn’t ever actually had that talk, but it wasn’t necessary.

    Returning to him, she pushed him, with a motion that at the same time was light but demanding, for him to lie on his back. She straddled him, meeting his eyes as she tore the small wrapper and slipped the protection on him. Her hand lingered, for just a second too long, as if she were about to change her mind. Then she smirked, shifting, resting her palm on his chest and dragging it and her nails slowly down his front, the arm following the movement of her torso as she raised her self ever so slightly; Thighs strong, firm. Her lips slightly parted, her eyes focused, warm, her breathing levelled but heavy.

    It was different. Different than her former experiences. Different to feel the dull electric current run beneath her skin, the heat in her chest pulling her to him. It was different having someone want to please her too, different not feeling for granted. Different feeling attracted to her husband, wanting to feel him with her and not because she felt a societal pressure. Not because of guilt.

    There was a last moment for him to change his mind, to stop it all, to tell her that he didn’t want this. That he wasn’t ready, for whatever reason. She didn’t sense any wavering.

    She lowered her hips, one hand moving to guide his way into her – A feeling that at the same time has grown unfamiliar, but welcome.
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