Jailbirds

[Goblin]

Somehow, that hadn't been something he expected to hear right now. He swallowed and had to take a couple breaths before he could get any kind of coherent answer out. "You really shouldn't..." He lifted a hand to brush her hair aside. "But I love you too." And I really shouldn't either. I was never supposed to. Yet that didn't stop him from kissing her.

[Script]

Her arms looped around his neck as she went on her toes to kiss him back. She hadn't expected him to say it back. She'd been hoping, but she hadn't expected it. That nagging feeling was still pricking her mind, so she pressed against him to deepen the kiss, blocking the feeling out and instead focusing on sliding her tongue into his mouth.

[Goblin]

One thing he'd forgotten about having a girlfriend in the Refuge--it could be very, very comforting. Especially when she wasn't a backstabbing psychopath. While they were kissing, he forgot about the huge tangled mess he'd gotten them into. As soon as they came up for air, it hit him again like a ton of bricks.

"We should get back," he murmured reluctantly, his lips still barely an inch from hers. "Sometimes they do night inspections. It's kind of terrifying." He frowned. "Are you gonna be all right? You should wake up one of the girls if you think they might come back."

[Script]

She gave a little sigh, her eyes still closed. She brushed her lips across his, hands fisted in his shirt. "Please don't make me go back yet...please..?" She moved her mouth along his jaw. She didn't want to leave him, and go back to being alone in that cold, awful room with a bunch of angry, jaded girls. She wanted to pretend for a minute that it was just them, and they were okay, and he loved her.

[Goblin]

((Aww! He does! I swear!))

He sighed, knowing he should insist, but...yeah, he didn't want to go back either. He pulled her against him and kissed her again, stroking her hair and sliding his hands down to her hips, just enjoying her soft curves and the warmth of her body. And wishing they were back in the lodging-house parlor, safe and sound, with all the time in the world.

[Script]

((Aw, I know! But poor Script is all kinds of confused and scared! They make me sigh. :/))

She murmured incoherently against his lips, pushing him down gently to sit on an upturned crate, moving to straddle his lap. Her fingers were in his hair, and she nuzzled against him. She shut every doubt, every insecurity, every fear out of her mind. Right now, it was just them. And they were together. And that's all that mattered.

[Goblin]

He kissed her fiercely, then more softly, then slowly along her neck, savoring each kiss, nibbling her earlobe. He knew they shouldn't take this too far, that he shouldn't be stupid like he was with Riddle, but he just wanted to get lost in her for a while, and he could tell that she felt the same way.

((To bed with me! <3))

[Script]

((Night!))

She was already lost in him. In more ways than one. She let her head fall back as he kissed her neck, biting her lip. Her fingers went to the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it enough to touch him, needing to feel his skin beneath her hands. She pressed her palms to his now bare chest, nails scraping just a little.

[Goblin]

His breathing got a little ragged as her nails brushed his skin; he undid a few of her buttons too, kissing his way down her neck and cupping one of her breasts as he did, his other hand wrapped around her waist to hold her against him.

[Script]

She moved against his lap, letting out a little moan. Her mouth went to his jaw, kissing to his ear. As she took the lobe between her teth, she murmured, "I love you, Sebastian..."

[Goblin]

"I love you, Maggie," he murmured back, closing his eyes as he let the sensations of the two of them together wash over him. But instead of pleasure, he was hit with a sudden wave of guilt as he realized just how much he meant it.

"We should...really go..." he said reluctantly, opening his eyes and looking away. And not because he was worried about inspections.

[Script]

Maggie pulled back, blinking at him with big, sad eyes. She felt like she was being turned away. She stared at him another moment before sliding off his lap, buttoning her blouse quickly.

The look on his face worried her. A lot.

[Goblin]

Guilt was replaced with disappointment both emotional and physical, and he almost reached for her again, said he didn't mean it, she could stay, they'd be fine. Instead, he buttoned up his shirt, remembered another name he used to whisper in this closet, and wondered how the hell he'd turned his life into such a tangled web of lies. "You can go first," he said softly, standing back from the upside-down crate under the trapdoor.

[Script]

Maggie's bottom lip quivered and she swallowed roughly. When she spoke, her voice was small, a little weak. "I...I'll talk to you tomorrow, then..." She moved to stand up on the crate they'd just been sitting on, looking at him, eye-level with him now.

[Goblin]

"Yeah..." He looked back at her for a moment, then down at the floor, practically retreating into the shell he'd been in when they first met. "Be careful, okay?" He knew perfectly well he'd be awake for the rest of the night, hovering by the vent and listening for any sign of trouble in the girls' room.