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Mary Anne hadn't spent much time at home in Greece, but after last night, she decided it was overdue.

As it happens, she's spent her first full day cleaning, top to bottom. All the windows are open, letting in a glorious cross-breeze and carrying out the last, lingering smells of cleaning supplies. She pulls the bandanna down from over her hair and leans against the windowsill, looking out toward the sea.

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Ruin hadn't been here much, either. Duty had called him away, and away he'd stayed until it was done.

Now, he steps in through the front door, knowing his wife was there, and he inhales, a small smirk curving his lips. He slowly wanders through the rooms until he finds her, and then he simply watches her for a short time. The stitches Skill had put in his head still hurt like fuck, but he allows this rare moment of peace to fill him.

Damn, she was gorgeous, even after cleaning all day.

She smiles without turning around, but the smile is still for him.

"You been playing nice with the other boys?"

She knows he hasn't.

Ruin chuckles.

"He asked my professional opinion." He shrugs. "Guess he didn't much like it."

"I don't suppose he did."

She walks over to him now, brushing his hair back to check the stitches.

"Skill does good work."

"She should."

His arm whips out and pulls her against him.

"He didn't like me speaking of Random."

She loops an arm around his neck.

"Can't say I'm surprised."

Not saying Random's name was not a conscious decision, and if it was to spare anyone's feelings, they were her own.

"Someone had to."

His hand clenches and releases at her back.

"You know, he has certain notions in his head, Legs. Can't say I like them much."

"Doubt you'd like most notions anybody had about me."

She sways slightly on the balls of her feet, ready for a fight or a dance or both.

"I suppose what I care most about," he murmurs, looking down into her eyes, "are what notions you have about yourself. 'Bout us."

"I want there to be an us," she begins softly.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I think I am and that I will again. I want to make it work--if that's the right word--but even with all the good intentions I have, it won't be easy, because we aren't easy people."

Ruin leans against the wall, settling her comfortably against him.

"You fucking other people doesn't hurt me, Legs. You loving other people doesn't much ruffle my feathers, either." After all, they had established such rules in the church days after they'd married. "What's twisting my nut is, whether you come back to me at the end of the day because you want or because you think you have to."

She fits her legs around and between his, like pieces of a puzzle.

"You of all people know something about my twisted sense of duty...but it's never been at the expense of my own happiness."

(but sometimes at others, as a medic from Tra Bong will attest)

"I'm here because I want to be here. Because I know that you love me and that is always going to bring me back."

A smug smile quirks his lips.

"Don't you ever tell him what he said had me worried. I might have to spank you then."

She laughs.

"You'd spank me anyway."

"You know me so well."

He leans in, as if to kiss her, but stopped just before their lips touch.

"I was only somewhat worried I might have to fight him for ya," he whispers.

She smiles faintly.

"You'll fight with me and you'll fight alongside me, but you'll never have to fight for me.

I'm yours."

Ruin feels an odd sense of relief.

"Good."

He covers her mouth with his, groping her ass as he slid his tongue between her lips.

Mary Anne hums her agreement into the kiss, pressing herself closer against him.

"Don't think I could ever tire of this," he murmurs between kisses. "Always did like the feel of you."

He punctuates his words by another firm squeeze of her backside.

She laughs, nipping at the side of his throat.

"Good thing, too, since we're going to be stuck with each other for a while."

"Mmm. Now, the question is do I pin you to the wall or do I try to be a romantic gentleman and take you upstairs to the bedroom?" His hands slide under her shirt, his nails scratching over her back.

His touch skims the sword and she shivers.

"I...want to say both, but that isn't physically possible."

"Well." His finger rides up her spine, tugs at the shirt. "I could shove you to the wall, and the take you up to bed." He nips at her lower lip. "Never said I had only one round in me, Legs."

Another laugh.

"Believe me, I know all about your stamina."

He grins.

"I also know all about yours."

Ruin swaps their positions, pressing her to the wall as he bites and sucks at her throat.

"Just didn't want you to think I'd gone soft already."