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[trustfundee]

[ His hands spread over her dress on her thighs when she tips his head up, and he lifts his eyes, trying to find a clue in her gaze. All he sees is a resigned finality like she doesn't agree with a single thing he says. He starts to shake his head but she leans in, and he stops, lashes fluttering shut as her lips press warm to his forehead.

There's a yearning in his eyes when he looks at her again. She doesn't have an answer, and neither does he. His hand lifts to her cheek and he tips up, lips finding hers. The kiss is deep, wistful, and his words are a low murmur against her mouth. ]

I don't wanna let you go. I won't.

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[ The kids is bittersweet. All she's wanted was for Ransom to be all in with her. She's been patient and allowed him to try. They're both in a quasi-relationship where they're figuring it, but she's also with Cameron. Cameron, who often gets left behind because she wants him.

It figures he's only all in once he gets what he wants. He has his inheritance. More than that even. He's got the keys to the kingdom, save for the concessions he'll make for her family. She's asked nothing for herself. She doesn't want it. All she wants is him.

He's offering himself to her, but she can't take him. Not like this. ]

You have to, cariño. I'm not for you. I don't come with the inheritance.

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No, [ he says, kissing her again, hand sliding to the nape of her neck, through dark strands to deepen the kiss. How could he not drink her in when she's pushing him away? How could he ever let her go when she's slipping through his fingers? ]

No, you're wrong. You're the only one for me-and you want me too, not him, me. [ Cameron could never fill the part in her heart that's shaped like him. The jealousy has always been tied to anger, but it's also been tied to his inability to do what Cameron has done: to hand himself over to her, wholly without complication, patiently and lovingly. There's always been too much complication between them, unlike the easy way Cameron can be upfront with his intentions.

But that's what makes them so right for each other. Cameron doesn't know Marta like he does. Cameron hasn't gone to such lengths for Marta. His other hand comes to her cheek to gently hold her as he kisses her nose, her chin, along the curve of her jaw. ] You can have me now. [ He kisses down the column of her neck. ] I'm yours, like you wanted.

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[ She can't help but return the kiss. As much as her heart is breaking, kissing him like this makes her feel like she's taking a deep breath. The more she pushes him away, the tighter he holds on. It's Ransom's way. He always wants what he can't have. For a moment, all she can do is cup his face and kiss him back so fervently. There's a part of her that understands that this might be the last time.

If it's the last time then she wants to relish it. Come morning, she'll have to slip away and find a way to live with the gaping wound in her heart. The kiss tastes like sea salt from her tears and desperation to hold on. She can't tell if the desperation is his or hers. Maybe both. ]

Why couldn't you be mine before? [ It's so frustrating. It feels too little, too late. She tugs at his knit shirt to pull it off of him. There's an urgency in her touch. Their time together is slipping through their fingers. He hasn't accepted it yet, but it's coming. ]

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[ He pulls away from her only enough to tug his shirt off. He still wears her marks, some more faded than others. It's been a while since anyone else saw him like this. He's been hers for a long time now, but he can only shake his head in response to her question. It seems so easy in hindsight, but he wasn't ready to admit it until she was ready to give him what she withheld.

Even like this, trying to get away from him, she can't help but be drawn in to him. His hands find her waist and he pulls her to him, letting her dress bunch around her thighs as he drags her off the couch and into his lap instead.

The kiss is deep and messy, and his hands are desperate as he finds the side zipper on her dress. It catches when his teeth catch her lip, and he pulls hard and breaks the zipper. He ends up shoving her dress up above her hips to get closer to her. ] All you had to do--was give me this and we could've--[ His breath catches in his throat as her thighs frame his hips and he holds onto her tight, as he struggles to push away the thought that they could've is in the past. ] I was always yours.

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[ A soft bitter laugh escapes her. She hears the truth in his words. She hear how he says could've before he corrects himself. Ransom can try and charm her with the romance she craves, but she knows the truth. He's only hers once she's given over what he's wanted all along. She straddles his lap and nips hard at neck, at his bottom lip, at his jawline. She wants to punish him as much as she wants to love him.

Her hips start to rock and grind against him. Her dress hangs loosely about her body. Their pressed so close together that it's like they're trying to be one person. ]

You're not mine. And I'm not yours.

[trustfundee]

[ He tips his head back to let her teeth scrape against his skin, and his breath catches hard in his throat. He wishes she were lying, but he can tell that she wholeheartedly believes it, and that frustrates him. A breath spills out in a frustrated groan as meets every roll of her hips.

He rises to his knees to tip them back against the couch. His hand twists in her hair and he pulls her head back, mouth finding her delicate clavicles to leave a hard mark in its wake. He wants her to savour them when she stands in front of the mirror, staring at them like he does. ]

You are mine, even if you don't want to be. [ His other hand slides up her dress. ] You miss me, Marta. You'll miss me more if you leave.

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I know I will.

[ She's honest to a fault. Marta knows how dreadfully she'll miss him. But Ransom has made his choice. He's only hers if he has the inheritance. The rest doesn't seem to matter. Never mind what Harlan wanted of whether or not he truly had any right to it. Her hands go to his pants to get them shove down his hips. She's needy for him.

Her other tangles in his hair and gives it a sharp, nearly painful tug. Her heart aches. She wants him to hurt a little too. She guides his lips back to hers for a fervent kiss. ]

You're what I've wanted. You've known that for awhile now.

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Then take me. [ He's also known for a while that he wholly belongs to her. As much as he hates to think it, as much as he resisted it on the surface. He's already hard and straining for her as her hands push the waistband of his pants down. A groan spills into the kiss with the sparks that race down his spine from the pain. ]

Please. [ His teeth catch her bottom lip as a hand finds her underwear. He pushes his fingers against her heat. There's something desperate to this. He's burning up for her. ] I need you, and you need me too.

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Just tonight.

[ Just tonight, and she'd walk away. He has his money, and as for Marta? She has her family. She has herself. She has her skills and cleverness. She'll be fine. It'll hurt like hell, but she'll get by. Her soft hand wraps around him. She strokes him slowly and then guides him to her entrance. She mewls softly at the hot press of him. She wraps her legs around him and draws him deeper. ]

[trustfundee]

[ They're pressed so close to each other there's barely any room to breathe, much less digest the finality of her words. Just tonight, as if they had been able to part for more than a few nights at a time. He doesn't have a chance to rebut before she's got him in her hand and sinks down on him, sheathing him in her tight heat. ]

No one else will feel like this. [ He doesn't know if he's saying that for himself or to her. It comes with a mournful bite, but he smothers it with a heated groan when he pushes into her again. His hands grip her hips and their clothing bunches up around them in their haste, but nothing feels more right than having her. He finally has what he wants, has her too, even if it's for the night, but the knowledge it'll end makes him feel so frantic. He doesn't know the answer, and it's hard to keep searching for one when all he can think about is how perfect she feels. Her name falls desperately from his lips as he searches hers out in a deep, messy kiss. ]

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[ There's no one else that will make her feel like this. No one else that will feel this good. No one even comes close. As he sinks inside of her, she's filled with an overwhelming feeling of rightness and completion. Like this is where belongs. Marta gives a soft gasp and buries her face against his neck. Her fingertips dig into his shoulder blade. This is perfection. Their clothes are only half removed, so frantic they are to be together.

After a few beats, she starts to move against him. Her panted moans are in his ear as he moans her name. Together, their lips find one another. She sighs against his mouth. ]

Don't stop. Please-- Ransom.

[trustfundee]

[ When they're like this, Ransom's world narrows to Marta and Marta only. All the extraneous things that strain their relationship falls away. Like this, it's easy to see that she's the only one that matters. He understands that if the inheritance doesn't come with him, then he doesn't want it. He can feel that if she's not a part of him, then he's incomplete.

Because no one else makes him feel this way pressed up together with him so tightly, with him buried so deeply, pleased, breathless sounds falling so freely from his mouth. He's never wanted someone so badly, and to please them to the core of his being like he wants with her when she moans his name so beautifully. They move as one, winding tighter and tighter. ]

What do you want, Marta? [ Just name it, he'll give anything to her if it means watching her fall apart in his arms. ] Tell me--whatever it is.

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You. I just want you.

[ It's all she can manage out in ragged pants. Marta doesn't have the state of mind to truly voice all the caveats that comes with it. She wants him to want her without the inheritance. She wants him to choose her. Over and over again without the strings attached.

But she knows what his answer is, so she takes the him he gives her for the last time. Her fingers tug at his hair as she kisses him. She wants to memorize his taste and the way he feels. She can feel the tension mounting, coiled tight low in her belly. ]

Come with me. Wanna feel you-- together.

[trustfundee]

[ He doesn't want this to be the last time, but there's something about the way she grasps him, fingers wound in his hair, the way she kisses him, like she's trying to imprint him into her mind, that makes him recognize it. He starts to protest, a hand finding her cheek to try to lift her face away from him, to try and tell her, but she speaks first, and he gasps.

There's no space in his mind to articulate what he wants to say. She's always had a way with his body. He's been hers to command since the very first time she kissed him in the alley behind the museum. Even now, pleasure pools heavy in his body, anticipation climbing at the thought of her falling over her peak, wanting to hear her moan for him, gasp his name for him.

So the only thing he can do is nod, fingers digging into her hip and nape, rhythm faltering as they desperately move against each other. He listens to her, matching her beat for beat until they fall apart in each other's arms. There's a broken version of her name pressed into their messy kiss as he spills deep into her, feeling her shuddering in his arms. He can't comprehend having to give her up. ]

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[ The pleasure that floods her body is both euphoric and tragic. She's crying out his name like a prayer. Marta clings to him, holding on to him like he's her entire world. In that moment, he absolutely is.

As she shudders in his arms, she relaxes back on the couch. Her breath comes fast and quick. She's reminded of the last time he's loomed over her like this. Turning her head, she sweetly kisses his temple. She's too tired to get up and leave. There's no reason for her to go through all that trouble. She'll stay tonight. ]

Let's go to bed, cariño.

[trustfundee]

[ He doesn't want the moment to end. It’s their little bubble of isolation, away from everything that tears them apart. It feels like she’s cutting it off when she tiredly suggest going to bed. He looks at her before wordlessly pulling away with a wince and a sigh. He straightens out his slacks and turns away from her to pick up his shirt. ]

Ok. [ His voice is a quiet agreement without looking at her. There’s a thorn between them now and he can’t seem to keep it out of his voice. ] I’m gonna take a shower. [ He announces, cold and distant as he steps into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before starting up the stairs. She’s been in his home enough to help herself to whatever she needs, including his clothing, or his bed. He needs a minute. ]

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[ It's not her intention. She doesn't realize her misstep until he starts pulling away. Marta simply wants the comfort of their bed to stretch out in, but he's already putting that cool distance between them. Maybe it's better that way. She's still committed to staying the night here. She only has a handful of hours before she has go resolutely let him go.

He pulls back before she can even kiss him. She gives him the space he needs. Her dress and underwear is left behind. In the nude, she pads to the other full bath in his home to clean up. She takes her time washing her make up clean. She cleans up the mess between her legs and the dirt on her bare feet.

She beats him to bed. Not that she minds. She really is bone weary. Marta slides beneath his thousands thread count sheets and curls up on his side of the bed. Her cheek rests on his pillow. She waits for him. ]

[trustfundee]

[ He takes a long shower, taking the time it affords him to gather himself. She might have been clear about her intentions for tonight, but Ransom has never been one to simply accept things he doesn't agree with. This doesn't have to be any different. He's just one step closer to getting what he wants. Sometimes, one step closer can seem like a step back. He needs to take it in stride and run with it.

So when he returns to her, he's much more level-headed. He's clean and fresh, and has a sated look on his face when he sees her tucked comfortably in his bed. He rounds the bed to her side and slides in to spoon her. An arm wraps around her waist and the other tucks under her pillow as he presses flush to her. He peppers a kiss to the spot behind her ear. ]

You're on my side.

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[ She's in that dreamy in between of sleep and consciousness. It's just a light doze while she listens for him to join her. Marta is somewhat conscious of the way turned slightly dips when he slides in, but she's a little more awake when he presses himself at her back. A smile, unbidden, tugs at her lips at the way he snuggled with her. Her hand finds his and brings it rest against her heart. Her voice is thick with drowsiness. ]

I know.

[trustfundee]

[ He snorts softly, smile pressing into her shoulder blade. When her smaller hand guides his over her heart, he spreads his fingers, flattening his warm palm over her skin. ]

Well, it’s nice of you to keep it warm. Consider this is your last chance to surrender it before I’ll have to resort to other means. [ His heart aches, but he keeps it playful. He slips his leg between hers, winding himself even closer, arm tightening around her waist in warning.

He’s not usually the cuddling type. He enjoys sleeping alone in his bed, but he’s learned that she makes sleeping in his bed even more enjoyable. ]

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What sort of means?

[ She yawns, but doesn't move. Their legs tangle together. She can hear the playful mischief in her tone. This is how she wants their remaining time together to be. A warm memory to think fondly about when she missed him terribly.

She wonders if he can feel the steady beat of her heart. Can he feel the ache in it too? Come morning, everything will change. ]

[trustfundee]

[ He doesn’t want to think about the ache, or the morning, or whatever she thinks they’re going to become just because she’s given up the inheritance. He’ll prove it to her that nothing has to change.

So he lifts a brow at her unimpressed tone, and grins. ]

Forceful means. [ His hand slides down her chest, finding her sides where he wiggles his fingers to tickle her. ] Give it up, Cabrera.

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[ In a flash, she's wide awake. Marta lets out a loud, undignified squeak. She's terribly ticklish. She always has been. Ransom knows from how sensitive she is when he touches her. Now he's using it to his advantage. She immediately scoots away from him, closer to the edge of the bed. Her hands grab at his to stop him. She's trying to speak between laughs. ]

Ransom! You're not playing fair!

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Fair’s overrated, [ He grins, laughing when her hands scrabble uselessly against his that dart away when she gets near. He closes in on every inch she gives. She’s almost falling over the edge of the bed when he winds an arm around her waist and rolls until she’s under him. His spot’s left empty with them tangled on the other side of the bed. He’s laughing on top of her and the sheets are a mess around them. ]

What’s that? Did I hear you say you surrender?