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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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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."

"Soft--"

She gasps.

"--is...not a word I associate with you."

"Suppose you're right, Legs."

He rubs himself against her, making her... point.

"God, you feel good." He bites a little hard. "Taste good."

"Mhmm."

Her teeth scrape just below his ear.

"Missed you."

His fingers curl around the hem of her shirt.

"Missed you, too,," he breathes against the bruise he's working on making. He leans back enough to pull her shirt up over her head and toss it aside, his arms immediately encircling her waist and pulling her flush against him again.

Turn about being fair play, she pulls back just far enough to work on getting rid of his shirt, nails skimming his his sides as she goes.

He hisses, a faint smirk on his face when the shirt hits the floor. Ruin leans over enough to draw his tongue over the scar of his name, his own nail digging into her hips as he moves against her.

She lets her head fall back, humming, while she hooks a leg tighter around his.

His hands pull down the straps of her bra as his lips follow the line of her cleavage.

"Mmm. So sexy. Sweat, musk, and Pine-Sol," he teases, dragging his teeth over her skin.

"Don't forget the Windex," she says, the words a gasp tinged with laughter.

"You know how Windex turns me on."

Ruin pulls down the fabric and draws a nipple between his lips, his teeth biting down firmly as his tongue swipes back and forth swiftly. His hands cup her ass, squeeze and pull her against him, and he moans as he sucks at her.

She groans.

"We are going to have the cleanest house in country."

"Mmm."

He moves to her other breast, teeth raking over the tight nipple while his hand slips around to fumble at the button of her jeans.

"You know how I like a clean house."

She shoves her hips up into his hand.

"Because then you get to dirty it up all over again."

He shoves her jeans down, his hand delving between her legs, two fingers pressing up into her. Ruin grins against Mary Anne's lips as he thrusts them in and out.

"You love being dirty."

Mary Anne would have a witty retort for that, but being articulate is something of a problem just now.

She grinds down against his hand, hiding her face in the curve of his throat.

While his fingers move inside her, his thumb rubs over her clit. He ignores the annoying ache between his own legs; he knows he'll sate that desire soon enough.

"So beautiful, Legs. No intention of lettin' you go," he mutters as he bites and sucks at her exposed throat.

She whimpers softly.

"Don't want you to."

"Good."

He presses with his thumb, his fingers moving quickly, and his sharp teeth bite into flesh, his other hand raking nails across her lower back.

The whimper blossoms into a full-throated cry, and she writhes as she tries to press back into his nails and forward into his teeth at the same time.