Maggie]]Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be

[rydermccallum]

RYDER McCALLUM
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Ryder stepped out of the car, he had some major jet lag even with the Airborne. He grabbed his one suitcase with his free arm, looking at the large texan estate, squinting against the heat of the sun. He waved to the limo driver with his caste arm. He smiled and waved before moving the limo out of the driveway.

Ryder stepped up the porch steps to the large two story house with a partial round-about porch. There was the good ol' porch swing at the end of the porch to the right. He stepped up to the door and knocked. Nothing, in fact he didn't hear or see anyone. He walked around the back of the house, where the porch continued to the right(opposite the swing) and made his way to the back door. It opened with easy and he frowned, that would be the first thing to go. It was way too dangerous to be leaving that back door unlocked all the time, at least, it was when there was a druglord's hench men loose in Dallas, addison and where ever King decided to travel.

He walked up to his old room, with surprising ease and grace, so quiet even a cat could have slept through his movements within the house. He set his things down before he walked back down the steps, right as the front door opened. Ryder's hand went for his gun, which wasn't on him. He chastised himself and forced his body to relax. He'd been on alert for about a week now. Well, actually a little less than half his life. He finished the steps with ease. "Hello Maggie," his deep voice said. His mind racing back to that night they'd shared before his father had come back and ruined everything. For too long her memories had haunted him, too long. But now it seemed like it would be even longer, he didn't know if he'd be able to withstand from touching her while under the same roof, but at least he had his father to chaperon.

Don't forget that his father has been having heart attacks, it's up to you to decide if his father is still in the hospital or not at the moment ^^ lol figured you could decide if you want to leave Maggie to suffer or not.

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Things lately, oh god were they tiresome. Let's face it, the girl probably looked as if she hadn't slept in two weeks straight. Okay, basically she hadn't. A few short naps here, an accidental doze off there, with John in the hospital, her mind didn't want sleep and wouldn't have slept if the rest of her body wasn't so exhausted. She couldn't help it. Always wanting to check in on him, sleeping at his bed side, dozing off in a chair. One of the night nurses even offered to wheel in another bed for her, but she kindly refused. Hospitals freaked her out, let alone sleeping in one of their beds. Hopefully things would quiet down though now that he was allowed to go home, and maybe, just maybe, would she be able to sleep soundly for an entire night. Doubtful.

The '76 cummins dodge rumble down the driveway, the girl occasionally giving sideways glances to her father, trying to read his expression. After his heart attack, things just seemed..off. He was quiet, short tempered, just not himself. The only reason Maggie had come back was to take care of him. The moment she heard of his accident she was on a plane. You would think his real son would have wanted to be there for him, to help him, but the doctor had told her they tried to get a hold of him, and of course, no luck. Typical. Just leaves everyone behind without a word. She push the thought aside, wanting her full attention on her adoptive father. She bring the truck to a stop before scrambling out the drivers door and darting around to the passenger side. She go to open it, only to have John already start, his muffled words being heard, "I got it, I got it", his tone was already sounding irritated, and she hadn't even said anything to him! She knew better lately and kept her mouth shut, not bothering to ask if he was alright, if he needed a hand, or needed her to get something. Didn't he see how hard she was trying?

The older man step out of the truck slowly and close the truck door. "I'm going to catch my breath, you go on ahead", he spoke, and Maggie knew what he meant. 'Leave me alone, I'll come inside when I feel like it.' She knew she had to keep an eye on him, but she would try to be descrete about it. She simply nodded and grabbed the bags out of the truck. She would take them inside before coming back out, only to make him feel as if she wasn't mothering him. Well, intentionally. With bags in hand, she made her way towards the house, designer boots lightly thumping against the wood stairs and onto the porch. She put down a bag only to open the door, then picking it back up, using her hip to bump the door open. These past couple of weeks couldn't have gotten worse.

Or maybe, apparently, they could. His voice was deep and silky, the instant it was heard, memories from the past flooded into her head. Oh crap, she thought to herself. She fumble with a bag, the contents of it spilling out as it hit the ground. She quickly bend down to pick the scattered cloths up and stuff them back into the bag. Pulls yourself together Mags! You can do this she reassured herself. With that thought playing in her head over and over again, she upright herself, finally looking into the face of whom those words came from. More memories flashed before her, but she quickly push them aside, trying to be bold. She lightly clench her jaw, putting on a blank face before speaking. "Your fathers outside, you should go say something to him", she spoke bluntly in hopes that the words might make an impact. Deep down, she was furious with him, for leaving, for not even saying anything to her before he left, and not even having the decency to say something to his father, but she also knew that somewhere, mixed with all the rage, was excitement, and relief, but as of now, she couldn't bring herself to show it.

With that said, she move up the stair case, careful not to make contact with the boy as she do so, dropping Johns bags in his room before making her way to hers. She turn the handle and open the door, the familiar room looking as if it hadn't been touched, though had been kept clean. A faint smile spread across her lips, knowing John would be the one to keep things in order, looking as if no one had left. Everything seemed lived in still, and she was grateful for that. She close the door, though as per usual it stayed open just a crack, and she set her bags on the queen sized bed before wandering over to the bench window, peering outside. John was there leaning against a fence, looking out in the small paddock where her three big mares stood still blanketed from the previous night. She had wanted them to shed earlier then most, just for the simple fact she hated dealing with the shaggy coats they got without them. She leaned her side against the wall, an easy smile coming to her lips as she over look the four, before finally taking in the rest. It was good to be home.

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Notes: -.- blehh. Not my best. A lot of rambling, and sorry it took a bit to get up.

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[rydermccallum]

RYDER McCALLUM
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Ryder watched the girl curiously as she fumbled all the clothes on the ground. He thought about helping her but then he reminded himself it probably wasn't good to help her in that state. He wondered quietly why she seemed so... ragged. It didn't make him pity her, not really, it made him feel... well confused. Of course he hid all the turmoil quite well, with his practiced years.

"Your fathers outside, you should go say something to him," that seemed to ring in his head, why would he want to go see his father? An abundance of questions flourished in his mind, the most important one being, 'Why am I standing here like some idiot and not going out to check the problem with his father?' He watched her trudge past him with her angry, passionate movements. When she wasn't looking he smiled. 'Still the same ol' Maggie,' he thought.

He silently moved down the stairs and left the old house. He stepped onto the porch, feeling the light breeze shutter across his face before he made his way off the porch and onto the gravel road. His feet crunching on the rocks and pebbles as he went. His shoulders were back and his chin raised, but he sensed something was not all well with the older man.

"I get sick and you suddenly show up?" the man said with a sort of bitterness.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ryder asked cooly.

"You can't just have the decency to wait until I'm buried and dead! You going to hang around like some vulture until I drop? You're not going to get a damned dime, and damned penny! So you might as well git in yur fancy car and head on out!" the man said bitterly, turning briskly, even with all his age, and elegantly stepping back into the house and slamming it shut.

Ryder stood there, dumbfounded. What the hell...? What all had happened in the few years he'd been away? Ryker's brows furrowed and he slowly, mystified by his fathers outrage, made his way into the house. Confused beyond belief, of course his steely gaze was trained not to expose any of the emotions. Instead he made his way to the kitchen to make himself something to eat. "Do you want anything to-"

"I'M NOT HUNGRY!" the old man said, slamming his door shut.

Ryder made a face, gripping the butcher knife in his hand with white knuckles. "I must not kill my father. I must not kill my father. I must not kill my father," he murmured under his breath as he sliced some parmesan cheese before he shuffled in the fridge. What the hell was that all there was? Next to the head of lettuce, ketchup, milk... no old milk and some hot sauce.

Ryder wrapped the cheese up and stuck it in the fridge before he moved to the phone. "Ya, on El Tempo Road, 3279. Yes, Ryder. Ryder McCallum. See you in thirty minutes," Ryder said.

He pulled off his jacket, exposing the caste arm. He knocked it gently against the chair and seethed, biting his tongue. "God d...," he said leading off into a trail off muffled curses before he dug in the pocket of the jacket for his pain meds. He took them readily.

In the meantime he walked into the living room, turning on the TV and flipping through channels until he managed to give up and look at movies on pay-per-view. He walked up the stairs quietly, every move he made was still on alert, still ready to strike if caught off guard. He stepped into the hallway and walked to Maggie's door. He rapt his knuckles on the door lightly. "Maggie?" he asked quietly, knowing she could very well have fallen asleep, in the state he'd met her in.

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Her mind wander as she watch the old man and the three horses, fond memories of her childhood resurfacing, until Ryder walked into view. Oh gosh. She knew she shouldn't watch and listen in, but in all honesty, she wanted to see Ryder have all the shit thrown back in his face. So, she stayed leaning against the wall, and watched. The first words couldn't quite be made out, but to see Ryders face change expressions was all the satisfaction she needed. She stepped away from the window sill just as a few words were shouted, then paused, then more were heard more clearly. They must be near the door, and sure enough, the door slammed, and foot steps were heard. This couldn't be all that healthy on the older man and his heart condition. She contemplate going to find him and ask if he needed anything, but just as the thought escaped her mind, he yelled at Ryder, this time it sounded as if he was in his bedroom, clearly stating he wasn't hungry. Weren't the roles reversed here? Shouldn't the kids be yelling at their father that they didn't want anything to eat and slamming doors? She push the useless thought aside, moving to her bed.

She open the bag, pulling out the cloths, setting to work on folding them and putting the dirty ones aside, her mind once again wandering. Exasperated sigh fill her throat and she couldn't help but let it go, dropping her hands and the shirt in them to her side. Maybe she should rent an apartment closer to the barn she was soon to be going to, especially if Ryder was going to be staying here. She could come back in the mornings, make breakfast, leave lunch in the fridge, then come back and make dinner. Oh god, the fridge. It was probably a mess. She hadn't bothered to even look in it, and no doubt everything in it was a mess. She would have to clean the house before she went anywhere, or come back and do it. Well, all she knew for certain was that she couldn't stay here. Not with Ryder under the same roof. Problems were sure to arise.

A soft knock came from the door and immediately her heart started to pound, face going stone again. She knew Mr. McCallum wouldn't be knocking on the door, so who did that leave? Oh yes. She didn't bother responding in hopes he would simply leave, maybe interpreting the silence as her sleeping, but, no such luck. The door was pushed open, and she didn't bother to look as he spoke her name, she simply resumed folding her cloths, keeping her face unreadable. She fold another shirt, before looking his way, looking past him to the door. "I have things to do" she spoke before pushing past him again, still avoiding physical contact. Partially because god knows what would happen if she did come into contact with him, but mostly because that was just Maggie. She didn't like being touched, regardless of how she felt about the person.

Back down the stairs she made her way to the kitchen, opening the fridge, only to close it again, leaning her forehead against it, trying to compose herself once again. This was going to be hell.

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Notes: Apparently all my posts are sucking major balls. Sorreh.

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[rydermccallum]

RYDER McCALLUM
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Ryder sighed, shutting the door quickly and following after her, his stupid caste getting in the way. Maybe he should just leave her alone. So instead he turned the TV off and left for his room. He quickly emptied his one bag, sticking it under his bed and then pulling out his lap top and cell phone. He shut his door and locked it. "Yes, I've got it, at the barn, the horses are already there, any news on Cortez? Out side of.. shit, ok. You got things there right? Relax, I come home and I get yelled at, no by my fath-... shit. Ya ya. Ok, I'm on the site now, I got things under control here, you keep an eye on King and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. Well.. you know what I mean." He then hung up and used his computer to wipe the trace.

He then heard the door bell ring and trotted down the stairs, jumping the last bit with his good hand. He opened the door and handed over the cash before grabbing two bags of food. He walked in the kitchen and opened it up. He started pulling out some mexican food. "I ordered you your usual," he said to Maggie before he grabbed his food and stuck it in the fridge. He wanted to eat but was more tired than anything else. He then trailed up to his room, turned his lights off and then stripped his body, he seethed and cradled hi ribs. He shouldn't have jumped those stairs, he thought.

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Ryder woke with a start, not because of the nightmares he'd been experiencing. But because he'd heard... or he'd thought he heard something. He grabbed his glock that was hidden between his matresses. He slowly got up, light on his feet. He passed by Maggie's door, seeing the tale-tale curves in the bed, he paused for a second, only a second, and turned back to the sounds he thought he was hearing. It was light, ever so light. He gently stepped down the stairs, skipping the bottom one that creaked. Then he walked softly toward the back room. He heard a crash and he lunged. The was a muffled curse and a gun shot. Then someone knocked him hard over the head just as he saw a light flick on. He heard retreating feet in his blurry and stunned vision. Ryder grabbed his glock and pointed it toward the window. He cursed violently as he stood up. The men covered in black were gone. Ryder kicked the little table before he cursed for injuring his toe. "GOD DAMN IT!" Ryder said, only then realizing his state of dress, he wore his boxers and nothing else. A vase lay in pieces on the floor and there was a bullet hole in the wall.

notes- You can have either Maggie or his Father turn the light switch on.... personally I like the idea of Maggie doing it ^^

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He didn't follow, and Maggie wasn't sure if she felt relieved, or disappointed. She ignore the thought, and set to work cleaning the kitchen, throwing out bad food, washing dishes. If John kept the rest of the house clean, why the hell was the kitchen so dirty? Evidentially he didn't take care of himself, and no doubt that is what brought on the heart attack. Maggie worked her way through most of the rest of that day, only pausing as Ryder come sauntering down the stairs as the door bell rang. He had ordered food, now why doesn't that surprise me? she thought to herself, but the smug thought was quickly washed away as he placed apparently her half on the table. I ordered you your usual, his words feeling as if there might be an underlying dig there, but Maggie didn't dare look towards him, afraid of the answer she might find. "Thanks" was all she said in a quiet tone, resuming the dishes in front of her, now drying and putting them away.

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She couldn't sleep. Go figure. The urge to go check on John was immense, but she knew she would only get yelled at, well, if he caught her. Just as the thought passed her head, a noise from downstairs stirred her, and then the sound of faint foot steps from the hallway. The crack in the door darkened as a body blocked the dim moonlight that seeped in, and the anticipation inside her grew. For what? Could he seriously be trying to talk to her at one in the morning? Or maybe something else? She push that thought quickly away as the figure moved. At that moment, she realized she was holding her breath, and silently released it, letting the disappointment go with it. But no sooner, the urge to follow after him took over, and she did just that. Pushing the covers off her scantly dressed body, hell, to see the reaction on his face if he saw her in this state might be worth the while, she opened her bedroom door just enough for her tiny frame to slip through unheard.

She made her way down the stairs quietly, stepping at the far right corner of the last step, knowing she was the only one who could use it without it creaking under her. Small hand slid along the wall, knowing the light switch would be in moments of her touch, but just as she found it a crash and shattering of glass sounded, but no sooner did a gun shot as well, and as her hand flinched back it hit the light switch. She stood there frozen, hands going to her mouth to quiet herself, her body shaking despite the warm temperature of the room thanks to the lit fireplace. Ryder lay on his side, gun in hand and apparently dressed no better then she was. At a moment like this, one would normally shriek in fear, maybe fall to the ground crying, but one thought went through her head. Does everyone in this household sleep in their underwear? And if so, I sure hope John doesn't come out. A small smile cross her lips, though due to her hands covering her mouth it was unseen. Mr. McCallum's medicine knocked him out for a full eight hours, but surely it wouldn't mask a gun shot? Shock must be setting in right? That had to be the only reason she thought of such an outrageous thing.

There she stood against the wall, wearing only her bra and underwear, hands covering her mouth, pale pools just staring at Ryder. Soon, the next thought entered her head, What the hell?! and reality would soon set in, right?

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Notes: Duurpa durp. How exciting! xD

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[willowryker]

RYDER McCALLUM
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"Get the police on the phone," he said before he eyed her from head to toe and back again. His eyes lit up with desire but he said and did nothing more. He turned his attention back to the hole in the wall. He quikly went up the stairs, pulling on his pants and stuffing his feet in his boots. He grabbed a robe from the bathroom and headed down the stairs. He handed the robe to Maggie. Then he grabbed the phone,"Marri stick Will on or I swear to god.... Will. Get over here and send the guys. Ya I' heading out right now. Maggie-" Ryder sent a sideways glance at Maggie. "Fuck. Ya your right. Ok I'll be here when you arrive," he said hamging up. He walked over to the window and peeked out.

"Stay away from the windows until the Sherrif shows up. Did you check one pops?"

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"Is anything missing?" Will asked Magie with a pad of paper in his hand and a pen in the other. Will sent a silent glance at Ryder. Ryder nodded and looked away before he leaned up against the wall. "Listen I think everyone is a little tired and honestly I think a good nights rest will do everyone some good. If you find anything missing you call me tomorrow ok?" Will nodded at Ryder beforethey both stepped out onto the patio. "You think its cortez? I figured. I already got the guys on it. You watch that girl she might get caught up in this. I guess I will be seeing you," Will said.

Ryder smiled and waved "See ya." He didn't like the idea of her becoming an asset but Will was right. He sighed and walked inside. He placed a hand on the back of his neck only to feel a sticky warmt liquid. Ryder sighed and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a paper towel and wet it.

notes- Just say the old man is ok ad went back to sleep or something lol. Must be some powerful meds.

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His words didn't even sink in, but she found herself nodding, though her body refused to move. He disappeared upstairs for a moment, returning and throwing something at her, some sort of clothing article, though she was unsure of what it was, but automatically she put it on, arms wrapping around herself, now fully conscious of how she must've looked, but going back to her silent frozen mode. He must've spoken again, and once again Maggie just nodded, "he's fine..." she mumbled quietly. Well, apparently some part of her was paying attention. Her eyes were blank, her gaze focusing on the wall across from her, unaware of who Ryder was talking to until her name was spoken. Her gaze went hard and cold as she looked at him, anger rushing through her body. "What the hell is going on Ryder?!" she spit out, taking a step towards him, arms dropping to her side, the robe unwrapping itself leaving the front of it open, though as of right now, Maggie could care less. She stare at him, cold gaze waiting for an explanation.

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She was leaning back against the wall, watching as Ryder went about, looking over things, another guy with pad of paper and pen in hand, like he was investigating something. She rolled her eyes faintly, ignoring his question before he spoke again. Ryder, and the guy known as Will, both stepped out on the patio, talking quietly to one another. Maggie caught a few words here and there, though she wasn't really trying to listen in. Something about Cortez, watching a girl, and before you knew it, Will was stepping off the patio and heading towards his vehicle. Ryder came back in, and Maggies eyes trailed over his face, the fatigue clearly visible, though she quickly looked away, trying to push the worried feeling down with it. She glanced back up, watching as he felt the back of his neck, his hand coming back a dark red. He move to the sink and Maggie couldn't help but move with him, not bothering to say anything to him as she took the wet cloth out of his hand, sitting him down in one of the kitchen chairs, her empty hand going to the top of his shoulder out of habit, the other with the cloth dabbing at the back of his neck, the small amount of blood trickling down from probably somewhere on his head. She had no idea why she was caring for him, it just kind of kicked in and took over, though she kept silent as she continued to dab away easily, gentle hand still on his shoulder, assuring he stay sitting down.

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Notes: *hums*

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[rydermccallum]

RYDER McCALLUM
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"What the hell is going on Ryder?" good question. He sighed.

"Later," he replied, grabbing the robe and securing it around her with deft movements. His eyes never leaving hers.

She'd never believe him... awe that was all bullshit. Who was he kidding? She'd believe it all right, she wouldn't believe some half ass story about robbers or some story he was trying to think up.

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He stood, leaning over the sink quietly as her hands moved over him. Each touch burned his skin and he wanted to desperately get her to move those hands the way they had that night. He wanted her to move them over his chest and dig her nails ever so slightly into his skin. Then they'd move up and tangle in his hair as he took her mouth with force and power as she yielded under him. He groaned, but it could easily be passed off for the pain, which is exactly how he played it. "God, why the hell did they have to knock me in the head," he said out loud.

He sighed, knowing she'd go back to her previous question. "I guess know's later?" he asked as if he had no choice. "I can't tell you the whole thing, but lets just say I'm playing baby-sitter to a man who has angered the wrong sort of people and they don't like that. So in an attempt to scare off his protection they came after me. Though I have no clue how they could know I was here already," Ryder said outloud, more to himself than her really. Maybe it was the knock on the head making him so... trusting?

notes- Just say the old man is ok ad went back to sleep or something lol. Must be some powerful meds.

[willowryker]

RYDER McCALLUM
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"Get the police on the phone," he said before he eyed her from head to toe and back again. His eyes lit up with desire but he said and did nothing more. He turned his attention back to the hole in the wall. He quikly went up the stairs, pulling on his pants and stuffing his feet in his boots. He grabbed a robe from the bathroom and headed down the stairs. He handed the robe to Maggie. Then he grabbed the phone,"Marri stick Will on or I swear to god.... Will. Get over here and send the guys. Ya I' heading out right now. Maggie-" Ryder sent a sideways glance at Maggie. "Fuck. Ya your right. Ok I'll be here when you arrive," he said hamging up. He walked over to the window and peeked out.

"Stay away from the windows until the Sherrif shows up. Did you check one pops?"

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"Is anything missing?" Will asked Magie with a pad of paper in his hand and a pen in the other. Will sent a silent glance at Ryder. Ryder nodded and looked away before he leaned up against the wall. "Listen I think everyone is a little tired and honestly I think a good nights rest will do everyone some good. If you find anything missing you call me tomorrow ok?" Will nodded at Ryder beforethey both stepped out onto the patio. "You think its cortez? I figured. I already got the guys on it. You watch that girl she might get caught up in this. I guess I will be seeing you," Will said.

Ryder smiled and waved "See ya." He didn't like the idea of her becoming an asset but Will was right. He sighed and walked inside. He placed a hand on the back of his neck only to feel a sticky warmt liquid. Ryder sighed and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a paper towel and wet it.

notes- Just say the old man is ok ad went back to sleep or something lol. Must be some powerful meds.

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As he stepped closer and wrapped the robe around her yet again, the thought of just wrapping herself around him was immediate, though she held but, knowing her heart couldn't take it if they went there ever again, only to end up like last time. No way, not anytime soon would that happen. His gaze held hers as he do so, and Maggie held his right back, the anger and confusion clearly in them as he told her he would explain later. She furrowed her brows, narrowing her eyes at him in a glare and pushed away from him.

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The cloth come back red, and she neatly fold it to another clean section of it, wiping away the blood that seemed to stop. "you should just shower" she spoke bluntly, throwing the cloth in the sink, hand still on his shoulder as the other place itself on the other shoulder without really thinking anything of it. "You alright?" she asked, well, better late then never, her tone quieter then before as she step to the side of him, hand on the farther shoulder lightly dragging against his back. The warmth beneath her fingertips was finally noticed and immediately she retracted her hands, wrapping them around herself, gaze going to the floor quickly as she step away, finally meeting his gaze as he spoke. "Yea, now would be later" she repeated moving more in front of him as he explained, her gaze dropping his as he spoke, looking at the wall past him, taking everything in. I mean, it wasn't much of an explanation, but nonetheless is was one.

Her pools went hard and cold yet again as she met his gaze, voice blunt, but the slight aggravation and irritation clearly heard in it, "So you knew it might come down to this, and you actually had the balls to come here?! To put your father in danger?! To put me in danger?!" she turn away from him, hands running over her face as she stare out the kitchen window, deftly realizing she was instructed not to. Well fuck that. "Did you stop to think of what it might do to your family? You know, this is so typical you! Putting yourself first, hurting everyone around you" her voice rose slightly, breaths a little quicker, the past emotions and everything coming up with this sudden outburst. She knew it wasn't fair to single him out about the past right now, but she couldn't help it. She kept her back to him, feeling the tears wanting to surface as she drew in a quiet ragged breath. She close her eyes in attempt to push them back down, shaking her head telling herself to just stop now. "So what now?"

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Notes: o.0

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[rydermccallum]

RYDER McCALLUM
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"So you knew it might come down to this, and you actually had the balls to come here?! To put your father in danger?! To put me in danger?!" Ryder started to open his mouth to explain but she cut him off."Did you stop to think of what it might do to your family? You know, this is so typical you! Putting yourself first, hurting everyone around you" Ryder flinched, he hadn't quite thought of it like that. He stared at her back quietly. The little robe dangling limply around her feet, swaying ever so slightly at her every move. "So what now?" he heard her say. He quietly stepped up behind her, so quiet he wasn't even sure if he'd moved at all. He gently wrapped his arms around her.

"Now... I get to see how you came down here to meet me," he said. He gently lifted the robe off her shoulders and helped it down until it pooled at her feet. His chin was just havering over her right shoulder and his hand stole up to her torso, doing... delicious things to her flesh. His lip gently touched her earlobe, teasing it. "So Maggie, had you come down to seduce me?" he asked with quiet humor but this time it lacked all the contemptuous and the conceited tones it usually held. It was soft, caressing, ... loving. "Maggie...," he whispered, wanting filling his voice, his mind, god his holy body was shrieking it. The feeling was so powerful, so ruling that it made his knees feel weak and his heart thump wildly in irregular patterns. This was the first time he'd lost control... well since a few years. He felt his need for her keenly, and he was sure she could too, it was resting just above her lovely ass.

notes- Mahaha, things won't go too far, just a teeny bit of heavy .... petting? If you could call it that.

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She shouldn't have said those things. As soon as they came out immediately Maggie felt guilty, sorry she had ever said them. Oh gosh, that was her problem. She was too nice, and forgiving. She should be saying those things, and more! Let him know how much he really hurt her, hurt both her and his father, but as more words came to her mouth, she was cut short as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to his body, her body flinching at the sudden physical contact. The feel of his breath on her neck followed as his words caught her by surprise, her body still tense. Why did she come down those stairs after him? Surely it couldn't actually be to seduce him. Or maybe... she kept her mouth shout, knowing if she spoke it might sound caring, or loving. The slight hint of desperation in there, so it was safer to stay quiet. But as the robe pooled around her feet, well, those thoughts clearly evacuated her mind.

His hands tease her bare torso, the feel of his warm fingertips gliding over her skin so tempting as his lips barely brushed her ear, his words sounding as if... she couldn't place the tone, but it wasn't like him to sound like that. He sounded....soft. She couldn't explain it though his words did bring a devious smirk to her lightly tainted lips, "Clearly it worked..." she spoke, her words trying to sound blunt and monotone, but as he whispered her name, she knew there was no going back. She lean into him, body relaxing as her lids close over her pale pools, head going ever so slightly back at the feel of his touch. Her arm go over her head, hand going to the back of Ryders neck, her fingertips gently pulling him closer.

"Don't do this to me" her words came out in a whisper, her tone almost pleading. Clearly somewhere in her head she knew this shouldn't be happening, but right now the rest of her wanted him, badly.

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Notes: We will never be never be, anything but loud.

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RYDER McCALLUM
Bow down to your loving god
ya, the god of sexy and yummy goodness



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He heard her say, "Don't do this to me." He froze in his movements before he sighed, his minty breath swirling by her ear. He kissed her cheek gently one last time before forcing himself away.

He turned her quietly. "No Maggie, no I won't do that to you again," he said, his eyes haunted with memories. "You need to go to bed," he said, then he leaned in and kissed her softly. "I know I hurt you, god I know. But I'm not leaving, not this time. I won't let you go, but for now you need to go to bed and think. I'll clean up the mess and turn the lights off don't worry," he said, his hand gently resting on her cheek, his thumb gently moving back and forth, the rough pad of his hand an obvious contrast to her soft skin.

notes- Awww... *weeps* isss.... sooo... BEAUTIFUL! lol jk, but seriously.

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His lips kissed her cheek, and with a sigh, he actually listened. For once, she was actually hoping he wouldn't have listened and just taken her right then and there. Well, there goes wishing out the window. Though as he turned her around, she was once again taken by surprise, thinking he would've just walked back up to his room and left her there, as per usual. His words hit her just as much as hers probably had to him, but to hear him say she needed to go to bed literally was like a slap to the face. What was she?! Five years old?!? Did she need to be tucked in? A warm glass of milk to help her drift off?! Anger built inside of her, but before her retort came back out, a soft kiss was placed on her lips, and she had no time for a reaction, and then once again, that temptation was taken away as he pulled back, her frustration still there, his words cutting her off yet again. Before she knew she had taken a step back from him pulling her face away from his hand, her own going up and putting force behind it as she brought it to his face. How dare he say those things. How dare he treat her as if she was less then him!

Maggie had punched someone before, but the fact that this was a slap and it was delivered to Ryder made things more....well, meaningful. Who in the right mind would be able to get sleep after what had happened tonight?! Rage and passion filled the red head all at once as tears threatened to pour out, and she was sure a few had already, but she was trying to hold everything in. His haunted gaze was almost enough to make her collapse to the floor sobbing, the urge to wrap her arms around her knees and comfort herself overwhelming, but with Ryder standing right in front of her, she knew she couldn't. And with that she swallowed her tears and stepped back into Ryder, arms going in front of her, delicate hands being placed on his bare chest before one wrapped around his neck, lips lightly brushing over his collar bone as she stood on her tiptoes, bringing her scantly dressed body to his. How could he refuse at such a time now? Her lips move to his jawline as she lightly place a kiss there, "You better not be going anywhere" she spoke, repeating his words, her own playful threating tone put in, though let's be real, how threatening could they really be? She knew he would understand the tone, and in all honesty, there was nothing playful about the words. If he left again, god knows what kind of mess she would be because of it.

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Notes: WHOA SNAP!

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