He cants his head so he can look down at them, sensing, even before they speak it aloud, that there's something serious on their mind.
"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
Rowan smiles, twisting as much as they can without lifting out of his lap, wanting to keep him inside them as long as possible. "It'd matter to me, at least a little bit. It's..." How do they phrase this? They should be good with words, but sometimes finding the right ones are hard. "It's not something that comes down to your yes or no, you don't get to decide for me. But us being intimate is important to me, and your enjoyment is important to me. So it'd be enough to have me thinking again.
I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
"Rowan..." he says their name softly, "You are what I love. Your personality, your wit. I'd love being intimate with you no matter what because I enjoy you for you. Whatever makes you happy is going to make me happy."
And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
Oh. Rowan's heart flutters in their chest, hiding their smile and their blush in Max's neck. It feels so good to hear that, how can they not melt into his hug? "I love you, Max." They murmur against him, leaning against him. "I love how much you care about everyone, how big your heart is. I'm so lucky to have a piece of it." They kiss him again, overflowing with warm affection.
"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
Now he wishes he'd asked them to face him, it would be so much easier to cover them in kisses the way they deserve.
"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
Squeezing the arms around them tighter, Rowan smiles brightly, amazed once again at how lucky they are. They can’t stay twisted like that for long, though, so they put their back against his chest again, and lean back for another kiss to his jaw. It’s the best they can do without unseating themself from his lap, which they’re still loathe to do.
“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
"I know. You did. I just haven't had a question yet that hasn't felt invasive or, frankly, like none of my business. I know what I need to know about you and your body already. The rest is just..." he shrugs.
"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
Rowan's pretty sure that any question Max could come up with and more they've been asked before. They're used to being the one that people turn to for answers. But they appreciate that he's holding back for their sake anyway, and reach for his hand, squeezing it.
"Right, yeah. Your schedule, and we need a shopping list too, probably, so we don't get distracted. I think we know what we want to do to him?" They can go over it again, but that's probably going to start working them both up again, so maybe it'd be best to avoid the details right now.
"We have a habit of getting distracted," Max chuckles. Does he sound sorry? Nope.
With Rowan still around him like this, he's already not as completely soft as he could be. That extra stimulation could quickly build into round two if he's not careful. Or, even if he is. Rowan has a way of keeping his fires burning bright no matter how spent he thinks he is. He's sure by the time they start planning the details of their trap for Lucas, he's going to be all warmed up again.
"Let me write out the list first or else... I'm going to get distracted again." Better use the time with blood in his big brain while he has it.
"You can't really reach the desk from there to write." Rowan laughs. "Either I'm going to have to get off you, or you'll have to write on my back. Your choice." But they pass the pen and paper back to Max to make the decision. They'd be more than happy to stay here until he's good for round two - they always are.
"Dunno, ain't had no one writing on my back before. Not half naked, certainly." Rowan laughs easily, leaning forward a little so they can place their hands on the desk to brace themself. "I guess we'll find out.
You going to sort out everything for baking? I'd offer to help, but you know me. I'd probably be more of a hinderance."
This is nice, Max catches himself thinking as he starts writing carefully, intimate in a surprising new way.
"Leave the baking to me and Lucas. I promised I'd let him help make his cake. I'm still skeptical that you're as bad as you say but I'm not about to use his cake as the test of that."
He squeezes their shoulder lightly, "but you are definitely not a hindrance."
"Well, Sappho wouldn't let me in the kitchen with her, but I'm also the only one left in the household who can boil pasta without wandering off or just fucking it up in some other way." Rowan laughs easily, relaxing under the strange sensation of the paper and pen against their back. "So it's a toss up if I'd meet your standards or not. But there ain't a lot of space in the kitchen, and we'd end up standing on each other if all three of us tried to cook.
"It ain't no big deal, I can bring a pen and paper and amuse myself until you're both ready for me." They drop one hand down to Max's leg, just adding another point of contact, enjoying the calm intimacy, compared to their usual frantic type.
“One of these days, when it’s just us, I’m going to test you out. See for myself. Until then, I reserve judgment. But, uh, you’re not wrong about the space. This kitchen is about two times smaller than the one I’m used to.”
He glances down briefly at their hand resting on his thigh. How different a pleasure it is not to be burning alive at their every small touch. This is something he didn’t know he was missing.
“You gonna sketch us in our aprons? That would be pretty cute.”
“You are both pretty cute.” Rowan points out. “But yeah, why not? It’d be nice to have a picture to remember it by. Maybe I’ll take some photos too.” They’d like to say that that way they can look back on it next year, and the years after that, but the thing is, the future’s just too uncertain, and it feels like tempting fate. Best to keep the idea locked away as a secret hope.
“Do you know what cake you’re going to make?” They ask, glancing back at him over their shoulder.
"With your phone? That would be nice. We could get them printed too, maybe? You have that capability, right?" Surely that fancy phone of theirs' can do it all.
"It'll be chocolate base with marshmallow filling. I'm going to call it the Count Chocula cake. Except... it's going to look like a ghost so. Hm. I'll workshop it."
"What's Count Chocula?" Rowan asks, brow wrinkling. It sounds like some kind of reference, but they can't draw the line. "Couldn't it be the marshmallow puff, or whatever that ghost is from the end of the original Ghostbusters? If it's got marshmallows in it and all.
"And yeah, I could print, in theory. I'd need a printer, though. But I'll want one eventually. Just might have to wait a while. I can probably bluetooth them to Lucas' phone, and yours too when you get it back."
"It's a weird breakfast cereal brand with a cartoon vampire for a mascot. The cereal was chocolate and it had little bat and ghost marshmallows in it. Like chocolate lucky charms. I made Erik buy it for me all the time to annoy the shit out of him, because vampires. Josiah thought it was hilarious. And it's hard to make Josiah laugh." Max looks entirely too proud of himself for this.
"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
Rowan's heard of Lucky Charms as well, although they wrinkle their nose at the description. Who'd want something that sweet for breakfast? Still, any mention of Max trolling his master warms their heart, so that expression doesn't last long, as they chuckle. "I'm smart sometimes." They preen a little, glancing back at Max. "That cereal should have little wolves in it too, then it'd be all three of us." Okay, Max isn't actually the bats, but Lucas isn't a ghost either, so.
"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
"I'm starting to sense you're not as much a sweet tooth as some of us." No, but Rowan is right, the cereal itself is pretty bad. But worth it for the jokes.
"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
Rowan laughs, squeezing Max's thigh. "You just realising?" They tease, trying to glance over their shoulder. Is he done with writing yet so they can at least lean back against him? "I don't mind sweet drinks. As long as they're boozy. But rich stuff fills me up too quick." And since they can't allow themself to leave food on a plate, they end up eating until they feel sick.
"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
"I guess I have a habit of assuming everyone's as into sweets as I am." It did take him an embarrassingly long time to start realizing. But the cues have been piling up over time.
He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
When Max leans forward to get rid of the pen and paper, Rowan leans back with him, taking their place against his chest. They draw his hands around him again, cuddling into him. "Problem is, I ain't going to stop fucking you if they do decide to stop holding my tech over my head." Rowan laughs. "But they did give me my phone, eventually, and if I need to fuck around even more for my laptop, that ain't the worst.
And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
"Yeah," Max snuggles into them, "that's not a boycott I can condone. I'd miss you too much. And I might get carpal tunnel." He gives a self-deprecating laugh. Without Rowan around, he might break his hand off trying to replace the satisfaction they give him. Can't have that.
"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
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Date: 2020-11-03 06:16 pm (UTC)"You found someone who can do that for you?" His smile is cautious but hopeful for them. "Rowan, that's wonderful. If... that's what you want?" It sounds like it is, but he wants to be sure.
"If you're asking whether I'd be disappointed, the answer is hell no." He squeezes them tight to him again. "And it shouldn't matter even if I was."
As if he'd have any right to tell them what to do with their body?
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:07 pm (UTC)I asked Lucas his opinion too, and that was before we was all official." It was a while back, really, but there's been so much happening in between and it's kind of awkward to bring up out of the blue. "But yeah, I found someone who can." They add, stroking Max's cheek and smiling at him. "And now I spoke to you too, I think I will. But I'll tell you before anything happens, 'course."
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Date: 2020-11-03 07:23 pm (UTC)And he is happy for them. So happy. He translates that into a big bearhug and a kiss. He means this. He'll love them no matter what their body is like, but he'll also be happy for them to have to worry less about being prepared. Because he can tell, sometimes, that it does weigh on them. And, selfishly, it will mean less worry for him too.
"Rowan, I'm thrilled for you. It won't... it won't be painful for you to get done will it?"
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Date: 2020-11-03 08:24 pm (UTC)"And don't worry about it hurting. Can't be worse than the first round." Rowan chuckles, but there's something a little shyer than normal about it. This isn't something they really talk about a lot, not outside of the practicalities for sex. "Two rounds and almost half a year until I was fully healed."
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Date: 2020-11-04 09:34 pm (UTC)"You have a big piece of it," he says, wiggling against them because he's overflowing with too much emotion to keep still. He'll never tire of hearing them say they love him.
"That long? I had no idea. Well, I honestly don't have a clue how any of that works. And you haven't seemed like you wanted to talk about it particularly."
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Date: 2020-11-05 04:45 am (UTC)“Yeah, well, it ain’t exactly sexy talk.” Rowan laughs, not as easily as normal, but still lightly. “Not exactly casual conversation, you know? But I told you the first time if you have questions, I’ll answer what I can. Aside from a couple of things.
But.” They kiss him again, and then lean forward for the piece of paper that Max abandoned. “We got a birthday party to plan still now.”
do we want to start wrapping this one soon?
Date: 2020-11-06 10:50 pm (UTC)"Ah, yeah. Right. I was supposed to be writing my schedule down for you too." Now he can finally remember.
He kisses the top of their head then rests his chin on it while he watches them bring the paper forward. "Better get to it while the blood is still in my big brain. Heh."
Sounds good!
Date: 2020-11-10 06:39 pm (UTC)"Right, yeah. Your schedule, and we need a shopping list too, probably, so we don't get distracted. I think we know what we want to do to him?" They can go over it again, but that's probably going to start working them both up again, so maybe it'd be best to avoid the details right now.
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Date: 2020-11-11 07:14 pm (UTC)With Rowan still around him like this, he's already not as completely soft as he could be. That extra stimulation could quickly build into round two if he's not careful. Or, even if he is. Rowan has a way of keeping his fires burning bright no matter how spent he thinks he is. He's sure by the time they start planning the details of their trap for Lucas, he's going to be all warmed up again.
"Let me write out the list first or else... I'm going to get distracted again." Better use the time with blood in his big brain while he has it.
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Date: 2020-11-12 11:26 am (UTC)You going to sort out everything for baking? I'd offer to help, but you know me. I'd probably be more of a hinderance."
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Date: 2020-11-14 03:07 pm (UTC)"Leave the baking to me and Lucas. I promised I'd let him help make his cake. I'm still skeptical that you're as bad as you say but I'm not about to use his cake as the test of that."
He squeezes their shoulder lightly, "but you are definitely not a hindrance."
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:29 am (UTC)"It ain't no big deal, I can bring a pen and paper and amuse myself until you're both ready for me." They drop one hand down to Max's leg, just adding another point of contact, enjoying the calm intimacy, compared to their usual frantic type.
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Date: 2020-11-15 10:12 pm (UTC)He glances down briefly at their hand resting on his thigh. How different a pleasure it is not to be burning alive at their every small touch. This is something he didn’t know he was missing.
“You gonna sketch us in our aprons? That would be pretty cute.”
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Date: 2020-11-15 11:21 pm (UTC)“Do you know what cake you’re going to make?” They ask, glancing back at him over their shoulder.
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Date: 2020-11-17 04:13 am (UTC)"It'll be chocolate base with marshmallow filling. I'm going to call it the Count Chocula cake. Except... it's going to look like a ghost so. Hm. I'll workshop it."
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Date: 2020-11-17 02:24 pm (UTC)"And yeah, I could print, in theory. I'd need a printer, though. But I'll want one eventually. Just might have to wait a while. I can probably bluetooth them to Lucas' phone, and yours too when you get it back."
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:21 am (UTC)"But your idea of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man is much better! I don't know why I didn't think of that. You're a genius."
Wait a while eh? "By the way, if you need any help with favor, can I just say you've helped me save quite a bit up. I could ask for you. Or, you know, help you generate more. Actually, I think I just did..."
The idea of getting his phone back is... a strange one. "You know... That might be one of the only reasons for me to get my phone back. I never had much use for it outside of business or contacting Erik or Josiah. I guess that's why I haven't missed it much."
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Date: 2020-11-18 04:48 pm (UTC)"If I get my computer back, we could get you a proper camera too. So you can take as many photos as you want, without running out of space." Rowan offers. "I can always ask for more hard drives if I start running out. I reckon once I got that back and the rest of my powers, I'm sitting sweet, and everything after that is a bonus." It's just getting that those two are taking a lot of convincing. It's a good job they have Max and Lucas to help out.
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Date: 2020-11-19 06:30 pm (UTC)"Maybe I'll invent my own cereal brand here and do just that. You can do the box art for it."
Once again, he wishes they were face to face, so he can look at them more fully instead of over one shoulder.
"How long do you think it'll be before you can ask for your computer? I'm really interested to watch you do what you do best on it." He can also help out with favor if they need it.
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:27 pm (UTC)"I dunno about the computer, though. Green Man weren't best pleased about the phone, by my reckoning. Wouldn't surprise me if he wanted just as much as he's going to want to give me the rest of my powers back. But hey, between you and Lucas, I don't reckon it'll be too long. Maybe sometime in the new year."
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Date: 2020-11-22 04:34 am (UTC)He sets the paper and pen back down on the desk, reaching past Rowan to do it. That should be answer enough.
"The fae act like they are allergic to technology, don't they? Too bad, because one way or another we'll get it for you." Max is more than happy to help, for a good cause.
"So, Green man was yours, huh? What did he say to you when you first got here?"
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Date: 2020-11-23 03:33 pm (UTC)And he said..." They rub their cheek, as they try to remember. "'Please don't.' As in, please don't rally protests. Which, to be fair, I ain't. How about you and yours?"
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Date: 2020-11-25 02:47 am (UTC)"Heh. Well, at least he knew what he might be getting into. So, he can't say he's surprised."
Max sighs against their shoulder. "It was Queen Mab. Mostly she smirked at me and said she was happy to have me here. But she also warned that there were dangerous things in the forest. Things that might try to eat me. That's why I've stayed the hell out of there. I've had enough of that, thanks."
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