tardis was big enough, sound proof enough, that waking their children was rarely a concern. toddler and young baby both halls away in nursery room - what might as well be a different universe. loud whines escaping, echoing, replacing anything she'd been saying in rare argument as fingers in her hair tightened, hand on her hip keeping her on all fours for his eager frame. her nails dug into bedding beneath her all the same, clenching around him, gasping out weak, "I'm sorry. you're right."

He was glad to be out again. Had to thank the sleazy lawyer his pa had found, who had gotten him out on a technicality. Some procedural error made during his arrest. Best fucking day of his life. Finally, he could smoke a cigarette without having to make some deal for it first. Just good old cash at the gas station he had frequented since he was a boy. Just two streets down from where he'd grown up. Meno had never had the same interest in leaving familiar grounds the same way his brothers had. He knew everyone and everything around here, and even after two years in prison, little had changed.

It was why the young woman, coming down the street, piqued his interest. Not the kind of bird you usually encountered on these streets, and definitely not when she looked like she was looking for something. Meno lit his cigarette, eye following the woman. There was something oddly familiar about her, even if she looked out of place. And when she turned her doe eyes towards him, almost forgotten memories resurfaced. He knew those eyes. The same eyes had looked up at him once while she bandaged his hands. Bloody from beating up her bullies. His sister...Well, foster sister. Little Merav, who had lived with them for not even a year before they had taken her away.

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The hood and mask cast a shadow over his face, but the intensity in his gaze was unmistakable as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against him with a possessiveness that left no room for argument. The mirror in front of them reflected every movement. The way her breath hitched as he thrust into her, the flush creeping up her neck, the way her fingers clenched at the edge of the sink.

"Look at us, Maeve." His fingers tightened, his other hand snaking around to tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet her own eyes in the glass. "Don’t look away."

"You want to know who I am?" A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, though she couldn’t see it. He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as his hips rolled against hers. "Then look." His free hand slid up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts, before gripping her throat just enough to make her gasp. "Because this is all you’re getting tonight." His thumb traced her bottom lip in the reflection. "And you’re going to remember it every time you close your eyes."

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The Professor had meant to discuss the temporal anomalies in the Vortex - really, he had - but then Maeve had looked at him like that, and suddenly, the universe could wait.

His hands were already mapping the terrain of her skin, thumbs brushing over her collarbones before dipping lower, tracing the lines of her ribs like he was memorising a constellation. "You’re a distraction," he murmured. One hand slid beneath her, lifting just enough to press her flush against him, his mouth hot against the shell of her ear. "A delicious, infuriating, brilliant distraction."

He could feel her heartbeat against his palm, and it sent a jolt of something electric through his veins. His fingers tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp, her back arching into his touch. "Tell me to stop," he challenged, though he knew he wouldn’t. "Or don’t," he added.

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They were the only two people in the campus building now. It was late in the evening, and now the Professor couldn't help himself. His fingers brush the hem of her shirt, gripping the fabric with deliberately slow as he tug it upward, exposing the curve of her body.