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Cards on the Table, We're Both Showing Hearts

After he had presumably killed two mutants in the middle of Mutant Town and caused some more deaths just by trying to save his own skin, Marcelo called his lawyers to get ready for anything to come up. After assurances they would handle everything if the matter arose, he texted Stephanie to see if he could stay the night with her. His hands were shaky as he punched the letters. His spelling wasn't great to begin with, but he assumed the message got through.

He contacted Xavier's when he managed to calm himself. He got clearance for him to arrive via helicopter. The five minute jaunt to the school was necessary if he was going to ply Stephanie with La Navarra food. It would still be fresh by the time he got to the school. While he put in the order, he gathered things for the night and some presents for Sancho.

The Brazilian let his fiancé know he would be there in five minutes. He had a small duffel and a selection of Stephanie's favorites from her favorite restaurant. Marcelo just wanted to spend the night with the one person he felt safe around. Though he wasn't sure he would be allowed to stay after he told her what happened. If she didn't already know.

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"Then we can feel safe together." Stephanie replied, pulling him closer.

"Oh, yes. You'll need your energy, boy. And shouldn't you be saying all the sex you can handle?" It was a simple matter of realism. She'd be satisfied, and he'd be exhausted. It was just the way things were.

Especially since it'd been so long.

Stephanie smiled. "Such a considerate Daddy you are. But yes, that will be good. We could be occupied for quite a awhile." She kissed him again.

"But first, food."

He quirked an eyebrow but did not comment on how a doubly hunted man made her feel safe. Instead, he held her tightly. His hands were free, so why not?

"Hm. I'm a bit too old to be a boy. Because that would make you a toddler, and that's very not sexy. Now, if you want to finger paint, I'd have to have some delivered. I'm positive I didn't include that in my bag."

If he could distract her libido long enough, they might actually get to the food.

She laughed and traced her fingers down his chest slowly, right down to where the waistline of his pants are.

"Walked into that one, didn't I? But trust me, I know you're all man." She looked at him with a lusty smirk. "Hmm ..." She licked her lips slightly and raised an eyebrow. She paused for a moment, fingers resting right on the button of his pants.

"You brought paella, didn't you? We should eat that, before it gets cold." She grinned at him.

"Skipped right in with all the requisite jiggling, I think," he teased with a smile. His smile broadened as her finger descended down his chest.

"I brought paella," he confirmed as he leaned down a bit to kiss her cheek. He brought his mouth my her ear as he straightened up. So, he only had to whisper the next bit. "I know what you like."

"You do. I know what you like too." Stephanie grinned. "How convenient that it all fits together so perfectly."

She playfully pushed him back just a tiny bit. "Paella now. Sex later." It wouldn't be that much later, by the look she was giving him, though.

She reached into the bag and pulled out two bottles of exquisite Spanish wine, a dry white Rioja for the paella and a fruitier (but still rather dry) red Garnacha for drinking afterwards.

"Oooh, even better." She grinned. "Did you remember a corkscrew, darling?" Not that they'd have any trouble opening the bottle if worse came to worse.

"Almost as perfectly as our bodies fit together." Though he needed to be careful with the teasing. Stephanie had less patience than him, and they needed to eat the food he went at length to get here fresh.

"Yes, in my duffel." He turned around to pick the bag up off the floor. "Probably hiding under the lube and condoms."

"I sincerely hope you brought lots of those." Stephanie pointed out, as an entirely practical matter. They'd be needing a lot of condoms. Even if she honestly preferred not to use them, there were good practical reasons to do so at least for now.

She found the corkscrew in quick order and opened both of the bottles, leaving them to air out. She got two wine glasses and poured the wine, hopefully while he got out the paella and any other delicacies he had brought.

Hopefully lots.

She was hungry.

"Corkscrews?" He intentionally misunderstood her. "Sorry, only one."

He grinned at her before unloaded the slightly more than typical load of food for them from La Navarra. He knew everything Stephanie loved and got plenty of it.

He himself didn't feel all that hungry after the day he had, but he was going to force himself to eat something. For no other reason than to not tire out in the middle of everything he wanted to do with Stephanie.

"Dinner is served."

Oh god. Stephanie had been hungry, but now? She was positively starved. It didn't take long for her to load up a plate of all of her favorites- all still hot from the restaurant. She passed over a glass of wine to him.

"I think I'm going to keep you." She grinned at him. "Oh wait, I already promised that." She laughed and kissed him, before digging into the offered food.

"You better," he warned lightly. "I'm terrible at making balloon animals out of condoms, so someone has to keep me occupied."

He took the offered glass of wine before putting some food on his plate. Marcelo didn't feel hungry, but he tried to put on just a little more than what he thought he would eat. Food math was hard at the moment.

Just as soon as he settled down to eat, he got a Sancho in his lap.

"Sancho misses his Daddy." Stephanie observed with a grin as she dug into the food like she hadn't eaten in days. It'd been several hours since she'd been eaten, so the truth was- she was famished. It wasn't long before she was filling up her plate with seconds.

She took a sip of her wine and closed her eyes for a moment in pleasure. It'd been awhile since she'd had wine of any sort. A moment to be savored.

"Of course he does," Marcelo agreed as he gave the large kitten some attention. "I'm very miss-able."

Which could become a joke for the assassins, but that was better not mentioned. Instead, he sipped his wine and petted the insistent critter on his lap.

He wasn't as hungry as Steph, not really hungry at all. He would eventually eat his food, but the bulk of what he had brought was for Stephanie.

"Just what you needed?"

"Part of it." Stephanie replied with a sultry smirk on her face. She noticed that he was eating more slowly. A frown flickered briefly across her face and then she set it aside. She'd take his mind off those cares, if only for a time.

They'd have to talk about it, but not tonight. They needed time to be together.

"It's delicious ..." Stephanie almost purred as she lingered on a particularly delicious bit of creme caramel. "But so is what comes afterwards."

After shooing Sancho off his lap twice, Marcelo decided he should eat. The looks Stephanie kept giving him was a reminder he might need the energy despite not feeling the need to eat.

He missed the frown as he started to eat, even if it was a bit mechanical.

"Mm. I thought about going vegetarian to make it more tasty, but I like flesh a bit too much." Then he put food in his mouth because the sooner he got done, the sooner they both could find hot, sweaty distraction.

Marcelo would need every bit of energy he could get.

She didn't verbally respond to his innuendo. She instead make a distinct show of eating the creme caramel, licking her spoon clean carefully, making little noises of enjoyment as she ate it. Making sure her lips slid carefully across the spoon to get every last bit of the creamy custard off of it.

Making eye contact all the while.

It was a good thing he wasn't wearing a tie. That display would have made it prone to misbehave like when Stephanie seduced him back.

He grinned and picked up the pace of eating.

"You only do that to spoons?"

She raised her eyebrow.

"Is there something else you'd rather me do that with?"

She leaned back a little and made a show of crossing her legs. She was proud of them, and liked showing them off. Most particularly to him.

She also liked wrapping them around him, but that would come soon enough.

"A certain part of my body would be very happy with that treatment." He was distracted from eating by the crossing of her legs. He would have totally forgotten about his food if there hadn't been a table impeding his movement.

"I would... reply in kind... of course..." He was distracted and feeling a little like he would not need pants soon.

"You know, I was wondering why you weren't eating any dessert. Maybe you had other ideas." Stephanie grinned at him.

Sancho meowed loudly, interrupting their innuendo. Stephanie couldn't help but laugh.

"I think it's time we put Sancho away with some of his toys, yes?" Sancho didn't need to see them having sex. It'd probably be confusing.

Marcelo grinned. "Definitely. You mind doing it? I need to finish my food, and I want to avoid Sancho jumping at the bulge in my pants."

There was no denying there was one starting. Mood killer if kitten claws got there.

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