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It was a warm night in Rory's home town, and the lowlands of Scotland seemed to luck out in a hitch up in their weather temperatures after an otherwise pretty crappy summer. He was alone, sitting out on the front steps of his cottage with a cigarette hanging loosely between his fingers as he stared at his front lawn bathed in the moonlight. It was late. The Scottish summer sun didn't usually set until around nine or ten at night. He was lucky he didn't have a shift at the hospital that night, but it might have helped the lonely funk he had let himself get into. He hadn't seen Airlie since her explosion the other day, and he knew she must have buried herself away to lick her wounds after what happened with Xander. It just seemed to cooincide with his wedding anniversary. He realised the date when he had woken up that morning, and could see Linlithgow Palace out his kitchen window bathed in the morning light. It was where they got married, and he still remembered the day like it was yesterday. From then on, he had slipped into a sad loneliness and even had his wedding album out, looking at the photos of a time when he wasn't so bitter and wasn't so lost.


He put the cigarette to his lips and then exhaled the stream of smoke out slowly with a glance down at the album on the step beside his feet. He could hear a dog barking in the distance, but it was something else that drew his attention to look up and he found Juliette coming up his sidewalk in a deep red velvet pants suit, her dark hair piled up on top of her head with some curls spilling out around to frame her face. Compared to Rory's ripped jeans and well-loved checked button-up shirt, they were like chalk and cheese. But he already knew they were very much that. He wet his lips and ashed his cigarette onto the grass at the bottom of the steps. As she approached, his eyes caught her gaze and he tilted his head a little, not saying anything until she was only just a few feet away. "How old are you?" he asked her outright, targeting her with a straight question and wondering if she would keep her promised word. "Really," he added quietly. The argument with Airlie was fresh in his mind, the revelation about Buffy's Frenchman and subsequently, about Juliette also. It had played on his mind ever since, and he hadn't spoken to Juliette since he found out. He didn't feel like he had to fear her, but that didn't stop him acquiring some phosphorus bullets from a friend to keep alongside his handgun. After all, he was still a Hunter at heart.

Juliette didn't falter, even if she was a little disappointed she was never going to be able to reveal herself to Rory on her own terms. The blonde had to have gotten to him, and annoyance flared up in her. Buffy should have been able to keep Blaise's secret, not go blabbing. Rory didn't need warning about Juliette. Juliette was never going to be a threat. She would have never hurt Rory. She stopped just in front of Rory and arched an eyebrow slightly. "Three hundred and twenty-nine years old. Give or take. My birthday is next month." Juliette looked down at him, studying him quietly to see if he was scared of her. "Does this change anything?"

"The big Three-Three-Oh, huh?" Rory joked but he didn't really smile. He cleared his throat and stayed seated on the steps. "You're looking good for your age." After a day of his mood being down the toilet, he was tired and he rubbed a hand over his stubbled cheek. He hadn't even bothered shaving that morning, and it was probably quite a feat that he was even dressed. He knew in any normal circumstance, he should be shocked, scared, wanting to run as quickly as he could in the opposite direction, but considering it turned out that Juliette was the same as his BFF, he didn't even attempt to feign any of the above. That didn't mean he was about to freely reveal Airlie's secret without a bit more information. If Juliette was ever in Airlie's presence, she would know straight away anyway. It would explain why Airlie had been extremely possessive of his time recently... turns out she could smell Juliette's presence on him. It hadn't been Buffy that was setting her off at all. All the pieces were fitting together now. "Hate to be the one to break it to you, darlin', but aye, I'm pretty sure it changes a lot. Like, the fact my heart beats and your's doesnae."

Juliette nodded, the smile not really reaching her eyes either. She gestured to the empty part of the step next to him. "May I? Thank you, I suppose I've... preserved well. Are you not feeling any better? You seem tired." She bit her lip briefly as she continued to study him. She had seen the Hunter sick, and this was something else. It was a melancholy she couldn't help but yearn to rid him of. She kept her distance for the moment, waiting until he either said she could sit, or refused her. "D'accord... That is a significant change. But my heart was not beating when we met, so I am still the same woman. I have not claimed to be something I wasn't. Just not revealed what exactly I was. I was not ready."

Rory held his hand up. "If you have done anything to me and made with the freaky brain wipe thing, I dinnae want to know. Just please, dinnae try and suck my throat because I'm still trying to restock the ol' plasma from the last bastard that got to me," he said wryly and scratched at his neck. It was Kindred that got him in the graveyard. Whatever it was didn't clean up after itself, selfish shite. Rory still had the marks on his throat. To that point, he had managed to avoid getting bitten by a vampire. Usually he mostly left them alone. It was why he was in two minds about Buffy and her team when she first showed up. He knew that the kind that mostly inhabited Scotland respect mortals and just wanted to keep the peace. He nodded at the step and picked the album up to move it to just near his feet and then went back to his cigarette. "You did deceive me, though. But dinnae mind it. I get it. The whole concealing thing."

Juliette sat down beside him, and lifted her hand like she was going to touch him, but changed her mind as she clasped her hands together in her lap. The bite was something that got her hackles up, and she realised now why Blaise had wanted to claim Buffy and remove that other vampire's signature. She wanted to do the same to Rory, and she also wanted to find whatever stupid Kindred had done it so she could teach them a lesson on ettiquette. "I'm not going to bite your throat, mon amour. I am not so rude as to do that before we've even kissed." Regardless of what Juliette may, or may not have done to him before she did wipe his memory, she had not kissed him. It was something she wanted them both to remember. "Now I have promised to tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." She crossed her chest where her heart would have been.

Rory shrugged a little. He figured he should probably make with some more questions so it didn't look like he knew as much as he did, but he was drawing a blank. "No one can ever tell the whole truth," he pointed out and stubbed the cigarette out on the step. He was tempted to light up a second one. He had decided against drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a scotch bottle. He didn't want a horrible hangover the next day, and for some reason, when he was in a funk, booze always seemed to just make everything feel that little bit worse. "Everyone has secrets. You lot arenae as special as you think you are. You just dinnae have to worry aboot what to buy at Tesco for dinner each night."

"Just like you not telling me if you are alright," Juliette responded with a pointed look. It didn't escape her that he was avoiding talking about himself. It also didn't escape her that he wasn't making with the questions, or the fear. It couldn't just be because he was a Hunter. "Who told you? Somehow I do not think it was the cheerleader. But you still know. You know what I am, you know all about Kindred. You just don't know me."

"That would be because I'm nay alright. That wasnae a deception." Rory gave into the temptation and picked up his cigarette packet, putting another smoke between his lips and lighting up. "The cheerleader? Last I looked, she wasnae anything the sort. She isnae anymore a cheerleader than you are a living human. Aye, I know. I have a friend who taught me of your kind, but even before that, I knew. You're all around us here in Scotland. A favoured country to reside in because we have so many other dark beasties and lore. You can fly under the radar. People are more interested in Nessie or ghosts."

"My Sire lives here. Blaise had business here. But it's true, we do prefer it in countries like Scotland. Paris is my home, though. I'm not one of your beasties." Juliette shifted enough to face him properly and pointed a slender finger the album sitting at his feet. "Is this why you are not alright?" She sighed out of habit, more than anything. Even after centuries there were still some habits that were hard for Juliette to shake. It wasn't as if she needed to breathe, but she still kept up the appearance. All part of the Masquerade. "Blaise has already gone back to Paris. I just wanted to see you before I left myself. I'm sorry if my unbeating heart is unwelcome."

Rory looked down at the album, and the intricate gold Celtic knot designs painted on the outside with a small watercolour of the Palace, all his own work. His head just hurt by default, like his sinuses were jammed full of cotton wool. He wondered for a moment where Buffy factored into the whole return to France by the French bloke thing, but it wasn't like he had seen her to know the lay of the land there. She hadn't heard from him since that night when Airlie and Xander locked eyes on each other, and that went down the shitter too. "Today's my wedding anniversary."

Juliette did reach out this time, and touched her hand gently against the back of Rory's shoulder as she watched his face. "What happened to your wife?"

Rory drew in a long breath, watching the cigarette burn down a little in the dark. "I dinnae know," he admitted honestly, his voice a little strained. "That's the god's honest truth. She just disappeared one day. She called me at work, asked me to meet them at the park after work, and when I got there, they just werenae. Nay trace. I came home, they werenae here either. It wasnae like her to go anywhere withoot telling me, but they just... never came home."

Juliette's features shifted to reflect her sadness. A small part of her understood what that would feel like, but she also knew what it was like to be responsible for someone not making it home. It was why she never tried to drain someone to death if she could help it, but occasionally the hunger just became too much. Like with the little redhead she'd originally intended to be for Blaise. "I'm so sorry, Rory. No one should have to go through that. How long has it been? Are you still trying to find them?"

"It's been nearly six years, now. I practically scoured the whole of Scotland, I was involved with the police. They had absolutely nay evidence to go on and the case closed. Nay even the slightest hint of DNA. Which is what helped me come to the conclusion that whatever it was couldnae have been all human. It's easy to pretend to nay see what hides in the shadows but when you are looking for something there, your eyes get open pretty damn quick." Rory was cut off when a small furry ball came tearing around the corner from the backyard and launched itself into Rory's lap, an enthusiastic pink tongue covering his face with dog kisses before the pup seemed to realise they weren't alone and turned to Juliette with a protective growl, teeth beared in warning. "Ach, Willy. Give it a rest, laddie. I'm nay in the mood." He started to scratch the dog's stomach, an action the pet could never resist. "He'll be sensing you arenae human, as you probably already have had experience with."

Juliette looked at the animal, her green eyes turning silver for a moment before she blinked and it was gone. "Animals are very smart creatures. Instinctual. Perhaps he is right to warn me away?" She took her hand off his shoulder and looked away. How was she ever supposed to invite him into her world when he had experienced such loss? There was no way he would want to become involved with her, with Kindred. What if they had been responsible for the loss of his wife and daughter? "It's why you became a Hunter," she murmured quietly. "Oui, I understand now. I am still sorry that you lost your family. And I am sorry that I had to intrude on your privacy today of all days."

Rory frowned. "Hey, dinnae be taking your cranky mojo oot on my dog. I havenae exactly got anything else in my life, alright? He's my family," he said defensively. "Maybe he is. Cannae say I blame him, he's had a lot of strangers aroond here lately. He's doing the best he can. We both are." He slowly scratched the pup's ears, falling silent for a long few moments. "Give me a break, aye? I cannae even begin to explain how I feel losing them. My wee girl was nine months old. Nine months. I didnae see her first steps, didnae hear her first words, couldnae even give her a birthday cake for her first birthday. My wife was my world, and then they both were. When they disappeared, I had nothing. I still have nothing, but I have to live somehow. Mostly I can pull it off, but sometimes it gets really hard. I have nay idea what you want from me. You're shacked up with royalty, for shit's sake. What do you want with me?" he asked with a helpless confusion.

Juliette first reached out to pat the dog, surprised when Willy didn't seem to protest too much after another moment of growling. When the dog was calm enough not to want to attack her if she touched its owner, she cupped Rory's face with her hands. His stubble scraped against her skin, and she found herself enjoying the sensation. "I want a chance to... I want a chance to make you happy. I want to know you. I want to be close to you. I want to give you the world."

"Your world, you mean," Rory replied and looked over her face. "I have to give up my world, for yours, aye?"

Juliette shook her head. "Non, absolutely not. I would never ask that of you. That would be your choice, not mine. You would be welcome in my world, but you would not have to stay in it. I live in France. I'm not ready to give that up yet, and you live here. I would not ask you to move for me when we do not even know if we like each other. Nothing happens instantly."

Rory raised an eyebrow, absorbing the information she was giving him before he even attempted to draw any conclusions. "I dinnae just live here, I was born here. I am just completely missing the point here as to what you are asking me. You're there, I'm here, and I'm nay going to let you near my blood. I mean this with absolutely all respect, because I understand better than you realise, but I dinnae want to be anyone's meal. Been there, done that."

"And I have I mentioned once that I'd like you to be my meal? Hm? Non, I have not. I am attracted to you. I would like to get closer to you. I know the distance might be a little hurdle but think of it this way, I will not be around to make you feel as if I do want you as a meal. We can talk. Keep in touch. Get to know each other without pressure. Perhaps I am not asking you anything because I am not so sure what I do want to ask you. We are not always about blood. We still want love, trust. Affection. I want something that is special to me, and me alone."

Rory snorted and shook his head. "Oh come on. This isnae going to work if you dinnae give me some credit, lassie. You might have aboot three hundred years on me, but that doenae make me an idiot. I saw the way you two were looking at me in that bar, and now I have the info, I know that look, aye. So dinnae play me for a dickhead, because I'm nay one. I know you all dinnae need sex, you just do it for the sake of it. I know that to really get off, you have to be all sucking on the throat thing. I know, see? I just dinnae know why you've set your sights on me when you didnae really know much aboot me. I'm just a random average lad who really likes the simple life these days. I cannae see how I can offer you anything."

"If I tell you something, I need you to give me your word you will not breathe it to anyone. Even your mysterious Kindred source." Juliette placed her hands back in her lap and broke the physical connection. Even she was having trouble explaining to herself why she was so drawn to Rory. It was just something instinctual. It wasn't just because of his blood. She wasn't like Blaise. She had refined tastes, but not specific ones. She wasn't limited. "I've never claimed to know everything about you, darling. I've merely said I want the chance to know more. I want to be let in. Why do you think I'm not actually trying to push. I slipped once, but you do not want to hear about that. I'm not even... You do not need to offer me a thing, mon amour. Just be yourself."

Rory put a hand up and slowly scratched the back of his head with a heavy sigh. He really didn't know what he felt about any of this. He helped Airlie because she had no one else, but she had been Kindred barely a year. It wasn't the same as the fire he could be playing with here. "Tell me what?" he finally asked.

Juliette adjusted the ring on her middle finger, the ruby a gift from Blaise nearly a century ago. "You are aware of our clans, oui?"

Rory raised his eyebrows. "You think that is something they would forget to include? Of course I'm aware of them. It's one of the main areas you lot are different to other vampires."

Juliette arched her own eyebrow. "I am merely trying to gage if you do known everything. It's been a long time since I have not had to give the talk myself to someone who was not Kindred. Perhaps we're slipping in our ways... Blaise in Ventrue. You are irresistible to him as far as your blood goes. I will not let him have you. Do you understand? I will never let him taste your blood."

"I cannae possibly know everything, but I know enough. You dinnae need to worry aboot giving me the Birds and the Bees of The Masquerade, I know aboot it." Rory watched her carefully and cleared his throat. "Oh aye? The way I hear it, he can do anything he wishes and you cannae stop him."

Her green eyes flashed silvery again as possessiveness flared up in her, and she nearly bared her teeth. "There are very few things I will ever fight Blaise on, but you are one of them. It is one reason I would think about biting you... claiming you. You already have that connard's signature on your neck. I would take it away if you'd let me."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Rory threw his hands up, leaning back a little so he could see her more clearly in the dark. He didn't miss the eyes, they were just like Airlie's when she got overemotional and sometimes they still freaked him the fuck out how quickly they could change. "I dinnae belong to anyone. No claiming. I'm nay a fecking pack of toilet roll. I had fangs in my throat, tends to leave a mark, lassie. Just like a knife or a bullet. I know you all have different sensing mojo and things that dinnae bother humans get your hackles up, but you take this withoot the whole vamp stamp on my cock to claim me, or nay at all. I--" He paused and frowned. "I cannae let you claim me because it would really piss someone else off."

Juliette's gaze held Rory's as she stayed silent. Her eyes didn't change again, but inside she was ready to rip someone apart. "Who?"

Rory didn't answer her immediately. Instead, he gave her a bit of his own intensive gaze treatment, his blue eyes forcibly holding hers while he worked out what he should say, and just how much he should reveal. He broke the gaze to turn back in the direction of the Palace lit up in the distance. "My best friend. She was Embraced just over a year ago. She's still a baby in your language."

Juliette didn't know what to say, in fact her initial reaction was just to leave. It was stupid and she knew it. Her own best friend was Kindred, so it wasn't as if she had a problem with that. What she did have a problem with was a Kindred that was an unknown quanitity and one that would no doubt be fiercely protective of Rory. "I do not need the vamp stamp on your cock to take this. I'll need her approval."

Rory shrugged. "I've known her a very long time. You would need her approval whether you're a vampire or nay. I wouldnae worry, though. She has gone underground. She's still learning to control herself, and when she slips, she hates herself, hates what she is. You'll probably be back in France before I see her again."

"Fair point," Juliette conceded with a murmur. "I am sorry to hear she is having such trouble adjusting. Although I remember exactly what it was like when I was first Embraced. It can be hard. If she ever has questions... She is welcome to contact me. You both are." Juliette reached out to scratch a spot behind Willy's ear. "I will miss you, Rory Buchanan."

Rory watched her closely. "She's your kind. Dinnae ask me how I know, because you havenae told me your Clan, but call it gut instinct. She's a lot like you... just Scottish, a bit more rock chicky. She... it was against her will. She struggles to understand it most days, and even though I'm what I am, I had to help her. She's like a sister to me. She was there for me when I went through hell, and I was there when she did."

Juliette pressed her lips together as her nostrils flared briefly. "Blaise was Embraced against his will also. My Sire saved me from Black Death. For that I will almost literally be eternally grateful. I am Toreador. I am unfortunately not a rock chick if that is more to your tastes. I do own three music bars in France. Petit, intimate places that focus on the music. I still perform when the urge strikes. She maybe never come to terms with it, but there is no shame in that. She'll just get better at pretending."

Rory gave a laugh and shook his head. "How do you manage to make things sound beneath you so much? Did I say rock chick was to my liking, or that she was a rock chick? I said she was a bit more rock chicky, but she's stunning. She's extremely talented, and she has more class in one butt cheek than I ever will in my life. She is an amazing person, and I can tell you right now, if she gets your back up, you and me willnae ever work. Ever. Just as if your French Fabio get his back up aboot me, it would never work. Do you see me getting all pissy and pouty because he waters your grass? Nay, so give me the same respect, aye? I wouldnae even dream of coming between friends."

Juliette held up her hand. "I don't think it's beneath me. It's just not what I am. If she is that talented, then it is any wonder she was attracted by a Toreador. We love beautiful things, talented things. I am not trying to come between friends. I am trying to understand what she's like, who she is. If we will have issues. Her approval is important to me because I know it means I will have a little of your trust. That is all I want. Blaise has his own troubles, and he will be more concerned with fighting the urge to devour you."

"I would offer to wear garlic and a crucifix, but I know that would be pointless," Rory replied with a smirk. "Airlie's had feelings for someone she believes she cannae have, and I've been trying to help her deal with that. I cannae profess to know everything aboot your Kind, but the bloke who Embraced her worked with me in the early days to help me to understand so I could help her. They had to part ways or she might have killed him in a rage she was so hurt by it. Dinnae get me wrong, he seems like an okay guy, but fuck." He shook his head. "Plus, he's famous. I would assume the whole facade is even more difficult if you're in the spotlight and he didnae need attention drawn to him. We had to cover for what he did or he would've ended up with a free suntanning session."

Rory had no idea who Juliette's Sire was, and she wasn't about to reveal the truth. If the Princess of Edinburgh had any idea what had happened with Airlie, then the famous Kindred would have been punished. She respected Rory and his relationship with his best friend though, choosing this as one of the moments to earn his trust by keeping her lips sealed. "Oui, that's understandable and a very wise choice. Still, she cannot find it easy if she is isolated by others that could help her. Help her get through this difficult time without fear of hurting them, like she would have fears of hurting you. Having feelings for those we cannot have must be going around," Juliette commented without humour. "You mortals never cease to get under our skins."

"She cannae cope with the fact I might fear her. It's just hard not to sometimes. I cannae always control my natural reactions. In saying that, I had a lot of scary reactions in the days and weeks following my family's disappearance. I wasnae a very nice person back then. The whole thing changed me... a lot. I'm nay the same person I was back then anymore. It's harder to tolerate the bullshit in life now. I dinnae have the time for it. Of course she cannae find it easy. Why else do you think I had to put aside my... my anger, my determination to have other people hurt like I did? I'm a Hunter, but it took a lot for me to learn what I should be looking for, and even then, you could say I'm a specialised Hunter. I stick to what inhabits my own country so I know it better than I know myself some days. I know that not everything that appears to be a threat or is a threat in myth is always that. A lot of the time, they are merely another species existing in the same land as we do, wishing to survive. That isnae to say we dinnae have more than our fair share of evil here. We have shitloads of it, and auld evil, too."

"Every country has evil, every country has things just looking to survive. I do not think it is a lesson lost on any decent Hunter, or Slayer for that matter. Knowing your own country is fine, you will always know what to distinguish to find the true evil. When you step into another country, you do not know. You can't possibly know. And when you are pulled into another world within your own country, everything changes. You get new eyes. It is good she has you. It is a sign of true friendship. You might think you've changed, but you are still an honourable man, Rory. That is not easy to find in any world," Juliette told him quietly. She reached out to brush her fingers down the side of his face and leaned in to kiss his lips softly. "Just try and keep from having another connard drain your blood, hm?"

Rory was starting to feel really tired. After the few weeks he had, starting with getting sucked in the graveyard... and not sucked in the good way, he was starting to feel the crunch of it all. He put a hand up and rubbed his cheek, then his eye, before moving on to rubbed the back of his neck and brush his palm over the top of his head through his short blond hair. He just didn't know what to think about all the turn of events at all, and now here was another Kindred like Airlie telling him she wanted to claim him when he always wondered if he would fall in love again and maybe give being a father another shot. He just never felt like he could, and with Juliette, and even Airlie, there would be no kids. You couldn't procreate with a dead person. He did have to wonder, however, if Buffy knew if Monsieur Mind Fuck had returned to France. She had been more than hooked on him and Rory was pretty sure she had plans to see him again at some point. "When do you go back?" he asked her. "I guess you dinnae like being oot of your comfort zone too long, like."

"Blaise is returning tonight, but I wanted to stay longer to say my goodbyes. I can stay another night if you wish." Juliette watched as he fell into thought, realising that she was laying quite a bit at his feet, but at least she was honest. Even after all these years she could still find it in herself to be passionate about something - someone - new. She was just regretful of her timing. It wasn't like she had any idea that it was his anniversary today, but if she had she would not be here. "And non, I do not like being out of Paris for too long. Je suis désolé."

Rory pressed his lips together briefly and finished off his second cigarette. He would probably need to take a walk to the all-night store down the street for a restock if he kept this up. Willy wouldn't be opposed to the walk. "Ironic, considering I dinnae like being out of Scotland for too long either," he had to reply with, glancing at her and clearing his throat softly. "So, again, I'm nay sure how you anticipate this working, or even what you envisaged you wanted from me considering we both live in different countries."

Juliette offered him a smile. "Just because I'm old doesn't mean I'm always wise. I didn't exactly think it all through. I just went with my instincts. My instincts said they wanted to see you. The distance is something that can be addressed if we even know there's chemistry. I have a feeling it's one-sided. You just think I want to eat you. Doesn't make for being sexy."

"Nay, I dinnae just think that, and fuck you if you think that," Rory returned with a small frown. He couldn't help being a bit of a bitch. He hadn't been in the best of moods before she arrived and he did keep telling her he wasn't all that nice. Just like he kept telling Buffy. "Your point would be valid if you didnae want to eat me, and you do, so I win," he added with a smug smirk.

Juliette could only restrain herself for so long. And if he wasn't going to let her eat him then she was going to kiss him. She took his face in her hands and captured his mouth with hers as she took some sort of taste of him. Plus it stopped him from being a bitch, and being smug. Even if she thought he was adorable no matter what he did.

Rory let it linger, but inevitably he was always going to be the one to stop it. He felt her kick in that intensity thing that Airlie used sometimes, and he had a sense like he wanted to grab her and ride her hard right on those steps. But he fought it off. He didn't know if he was supposed to fight it off, but he did, and he broke the kiss, pulling back a little to look at her. "So, I take it it's a goodbye fuck you're wanting before you feck off back to croissant land, aye? I'll make you a deal. We do it, but you dinnae be using your sexy mojo power thing. Without or nothing. I dinnae need a burst of psychic Viagra to get it up."

"Are you sure you want to get it up?" Juliette asked him quietly. "I can live with the no sexy mojo. It would be nice to experience it without it... To know how you really feel." She kissed his forehead before she rest hers against it and rubbed her hand against his leg. "It doesn't have to be goodbye, mon amour. There are various ways to keep in touch. And if you ever feel like you could visit croissant land..." Her nose crinkled on the two words with distaste, but she reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out another business card. "This is how to reach me in Paris. Do not stay a stranger, Rory. Please."

Rory took the card, turning his head to hold it out and read the details - all in French - on it. "Do you have an English version? Let's take one thing at a time, alright? I dinnae operate in any other way..." he told her, putting the card down on the step and shifting to push her back a little and picked up the kiss where it left off, this time, with a lot more intensity now he managed to take charge just a little.



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