#mrroleplay

The cadet held the box gingerly in his hands. He looked down at the huge slice of colorful cheesecake topped with a mountain of sprinkles and he furrowed his brows.

It was the 5th day in a row.

They were always different, always elaborate. Once it had been a slice of pie, once a piece of coffee cake, once a cinnamon roll cake, and once a chocolate cake that was so large it needed to be in 2 boxes taped together.

It was the cadets last work day for the week and he wondered as he brought the colorful box to the detective's office if there would be another one tomorrow. It was eating away at him a little bit. He almost volunteered for an extra shift just to be here so he would see if another one came.

He needed to do his studies.

BUT HOW COULD HE STUDY WHEN THIS DETECTIVE KEPT GETTING SWEETS DELIVERED!!!

And they had to be from someone he knew, and someone that Ebba knew, because Ebba would never have accepted them if they weren't. There was a very strict policy about gifts for officers and detectives.

So as he got the detective's door, he took a deep breath, screwing up the courage to ask him who they were from.

But his courage left him as soon as he saw the blond man's stoic face.

Detective Martinsson was very serious, and extremely private. He was not going to share any information with a cadet whose name he didn't even know.

There were rumors that he had a girlfriend and a few of the cadets had seen a fashionable blonde woman picking him up one day, but they had to be just rumors. Detective Martinsson was a workaholic, a man married to his job, there was no way he would have time to find a hot girlfriend...

"Just put it on the desk," Martinsson said without looking up.

The cadet froze, looking between the detective and the dessert.

Martinsson looked up from his computer, his eyebrows raised.

"Is there a problem?" he asked in his most authoritative voice, which, in spite of the way he was in his personal life, was very convincing.

"N-no, sir, no. I just- I was just wondering..."

Martinsson shot the cadet a warning look.

"Right, sure, of course..." the cadet stammered.

"On the desk."

The cadet slunk into the office, making himself as small as he possibly could. He placed the plastic box on the desk and backed out of the room.

"Have a nice evening...d-do you have any shifts this weekend?" the cadet asked awkwardly.

Detective Martinsson kept his eyes on the younger man. He wasn't that much younger, maybe 5 or 6 years, but he seemed like a child to Magnus.

"No, this is my last shift for the week."

The cadet shifted on his feet.

"Ja, me too. I'm going to be doing some school work, I have an exam coming up and I was hoping to go out for a few beers with my friends..."

Detective Martinsson crossed his arms across his chest and leaned forward on the desk, his eyes firmly on the nervous cadet.

When the cadet stopped talking, Magnus forced a smile.

"Well, good luck with that. I don't miss those days, work and school and attempting to have a social life. It's a pain in the ass."

The cadet laughed a little too loudly and then took a step back, his arms flailing. Detective Martinsson was not going to be giving out any information today.

"Try to get some rest too," Magnus said and then he went back to his computer, dismissing the younger man in a more polite way that he probably deserved.

But Magnus just needed the cadet to leave because he was so weary from having to NOT smile at the 5th dessert, for the 5th day in a row, and he just wanted to call her and smile at her through the phone and plan their weekend, just the two of them.

The cadet nodded and looked down.

"Ja, you-you too," he said as he turned and hurried away from the detective's office, defeated.

Magnus stood up and dialed his phone as he closed the door to his office. He perched on the edge of his desk, facing away from the door, his long legs spread wide apart.

"Hej," he paused, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Thank you for the dessert, but I don't think I'll be needing it tonight."

"Are you sure about that?," the woman's voice came through the phone.

Magnus chuckled and crossed his arm over his chest.

"I am very sure, Ms. Lindahl. Very, very sure."

There was hushed laughter and whispered words and a promise to pick him up as soon as his shift was over.

And that evening, when the cadet was leaving for the week, he caught sight of Detective Martinsson grabbing a blonde woman and lifting her off her feet in a embrace. The cadet looked away as the Detective lifted his hands to the woman's face and held it as he kissed her deeply.

"Hmmm, the cadet whispered to himself as he got to his car.

And when he looked back, Detective Martinsson had picked up the woman and she was holding onto him and her laugh was tinkling off the precinct, and for the first time, the cadet thought he heard The Stoic Detective Martinsson laugh along with her.

A/N-  This is just a little pre Magnus and Rebecka drabble because I always have a lot of feelings around midsommar.  It’s part of why they got married on midsommar too!  Enjoy and Glad Midsommar!

Rebecka held her phone at her ear, her index finger at her lips as she chewed on her poor defenseless cuticle.  She knew she shouldn’t have even answered the phone.

“Why didn’t you come? You said you would try to make it and I told Mama you were lying…she always believes you but I know you better Becka…” Kristina chastised.

Rebecka inhaled a slow deep breath as she bit a little too close to the quick of her nail and she pulled her sore finger out of her mouth.

“I did try.  It’s just…work…” Rebecka began, but her sister would let her finish.

“It’s always work with you Becka.”

Stina spent the next 3 minutes telling her sister off, but it didn’t matter to Rebecka.  Stina couldn’t possibly make her feel any worse than she already did.

“You’re alone and it’s your fault.  You could be here!  You could be drunk and dancing and…you could be here, but you are stuck in Stockholm with all the other losers who wouldn’t get out of town.”

Rebecka held her breath. Her sister could be cruel, but she did love her, she just didn’t understand her very well.  They were too different

“Whatever.  I mean, you could still drive out here and be her by 7…”

Silence on the phone.

“But you won’t. Whatever Rebecka.  Alone.  That’s what you are.  That’s the choice you make. Live with it.”

And Stina hung up the phone.

Rebecka finally let out a sigh and she swallowed hard.

Her sister could be cruel.

But she was right, in a small way.

Rebecka was alone.  It was a choice.  She chose work, over everything, over Lukas, over her family, over friends. Over everything.

She could feel the tears sting her eyes as she got off her bed and finished getting dressed.

The streets were empty, eerily empty on Midsommar morning.  She had time to get breakfast, there was no one in the café but for the few people working.  On her way to the office she passed a flower shop and she stopped in to buy flowers to make a flower crown.

She overlooked the ready made flower crowns, it seemed just too sad to not even make her own flower crown on the first Midsommar she was alone.

The florist was kind and helped her pick out flowers in purples and whites and pinks, and a white daisy with a bright yellow center.

“It looks like the sun,” Rebecka smiled at the florist.  The florist chuckled and looked out the window at the clouds that seemed to be gathering quickly.

“The first downpour of the day is on it’s way,” the florist said.

Rebecka looked out the window and a small bunch of wild flowers caught her eye.

“What are these?” she asked as she walked and picked up the small bunch of flowers.  They were very unassuming, but pretty in their plainness.

“Those are twinflowers and wood crane’s bill, and common valerian, just weeds really.”

Rebecka held the flowers in her hand and she felt tears come to her eyes again.  She had made bouquets like the bunch in her hand many times over the years.  There were many midsommar’s where she was young and carefree and making flower crowns and eating strawberry cake and dancing with her family.  Her father would always bar b que and she loved to watch him cook and listen to him talk about how he wished he could do more cooking at home.

But perhaps those days were over.  She wasn’t as young as she used to be, she had just graduated from University.  She wasn’t carefree anymore, and she hardly ever got to stand with her father and watch him bar b que and listen to him talk about how delicious the meat was going to be.

“You can have them, they suit you,” the florist said kindly when she saw the tears in her eyes.  “Put them under your pillow tonight with a few flowers from your crown.  Seven, you need seven kinds of flowers, and maybe you will dream of the person you will marry,” she said brightly.

Rebecka only smiled sadly.

“I think it takes a little more than flowers under your pillow to meet the person you will marry. I think…” she shook her head, “ maybe going on dates might be more helpful.”

Rebecka chuckled and cleared the sadness from her eyes.

It was her choice, it was always her choice.

“I don’t know, dates can be with the wrong one sometimes.  Maybe if you dream of them, you will move in their direction,” the florist said as she wrapped the flowers in newsprint and handed them to Rebecka.  Rebecka tucked the small bouquet of wildflowers into the paper cone and paid the woman.

“Glad Midsommar,” she said as she paid the woman and walked out of the shop.

At the office, she and an intern made themselves flower crowns on their lunch break.  She felt better wearing the wreath of flowers, even if she was stuck at work.

It poured on her on her way home, but the streets were even more empty than they had been in the morning.

“Midsommar Eve,” she said to herself as she grabbed a quick dinner at the market.  There was one slice of strawberry cake left in the bakery case.  It was a little worse for wear, but Rebecka bought it anyway.

Her father sent her a picture of his kebobs, and Rebecka had to fight not to cry as she sat in her empty apartment.  The city was silent and strange, but it was such a lovely evening, Rebecka left the window open.

She worked for a few more hours, finishing up a story she had been working on all week, and then she was showering and heading to bed.

But before she went to bed she took out a few flowers from her flower crown and the wild flowers the florist had given her.  It seemed stupid, and she looked at the flowers for a long time before she picked out seven to put under her pillow.

A twinflower, wood crane’s bill, common valerian, a red poppy, a buttercup, chamomile, and a forget me not.

She placed them under her pillow, the pink, the purple, the white, yellow and red and the blue of the forget me not, so deep and cool, like the still surface of a lake in winter.

She made a small face as she covered up the flowers and she lay down, closing her eyes, weary from the day, even though it hadn’t been particularly strenuous.  

She should have been in the countryside with her family eating and laughing.  She should have been dancing with her sister and smiling at the men she would try to hook Rebecka up with.  They were never the right sort of man for Rebecka, but at least her sister was trying.

Rebecka fell asleep with a small tear at the corner of her eye.

But she dreamed of a man, somewhere by a lake, and though she couldn’t see his face, she could see his blond curls as they sprang at the nape of his neck.  She could almost feel them curl around her finger as she reached out and freed them from the collar of his blue and white striped dress shirt. And she was warm, so very warm with him near her.

Rebecka woke with the early midsommar sun bathing her in it’s golden warmth.

He was out there, at least she hoped he was out there, the one who she was looking for. She just hadn’t found him yet.

But it was a choice, and Rebecka made hers.

She called into work and took the day off and she drove to where her parents and her sister were staying in the country.  She had missed Midsommar, but she wouldn’t miss it again.

“I’m sorry I called you a loser,” her sister said as she hugged her.  “ You’re not a loser, I’m just mean and bitter,” she joked.  Rebecka laughed.  “You missed all the hot men last night,” Stina whispered to her sister.

Rebecka only smiled.

“Not all the hot men. I had a pretty good dream last night.”

Stina gasped and locked her arm with her sisters.

“Tell me everything…”

But Rebecka only smiled.

A/N- Here is a little Magnus and Rebecka AU where Magnus is an undercover agent and he meets Rebecka while on a case but they can’t see each other until after the case is solved. I’m sorry, I never get tired of writing them.

Magnus gulped.  It was time.  He knew it was time.  He had been dreading this moment since the second he walked into the small  warm cabin. 

 He was a mess, his hair too long and curling all over his head in a way that gave him headaches and made him look like some mad scientist.  His beard was long enough to become soft, like the downy fur of a large golden retriever.  But somehow, Rebecka didn’t seem to notice any of that.

She looked at him with the same eyes she had looked at him with in Ystad, and Stockholm, and Malmo…she looked at him and it made him ache.

But she wasn’t his, she had never been his.

“Thank you…for the vodka,” he said and he moved with resolve to leave her and not look back.  He only took two steps and she had him, pulling his body to hers and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she buried her face in his shoulder.

His eyes showed surprise, but he didn’t resist her in any way.  His arms knew how to hold her, his nose knew the smell of her hair and the soft perfume of her skin.  His body knew hers, as hers knew his.

The room fell away and they both closed their eyes as they swayed ever so slightly with each other, as if there was music playing, as if they were each others only comfort.

And she was his, though he couldn’t admit it just yet.

It had been so long, so long since someone had held him like that.

He hadn’t expected it from her tonight, but if he was honest, it didn’t surprise him either. She looked at him with those eyes, with that longing, with the weight of every unspoken, unacknowledged emotion that was written all over her face.

Rebecka pulled him tighter to her, breathing him in as his hand moved up her back and he felt the thin strap of her bra under her sweater.

He shouldn’t want to unfasten it, should he?

As quickly as she had captured him, her hand moved to the back of his head and she stroked his hair before pushing back and away from him, leaving a space between them again, the space that they had just shared now seeming like a chasm between them.

Her hand ran through her own hair, though all she could feel was his fluffy locks still between her fingers.

“It’s…uh… just really good to see you,” she said as she looked over at the bookshelves that lined the walls of her small cabin.

“It’s good to see you.”

His voice was quiet, and he was painfully aware that this was so much harder than he thought it would be. It didn’t matter all the times he had thought of her while they were apart, while he was working and she was here, in this place, writing and sipping tea…and hiding.  When he thought about her while they were apart, she was just a fantasy, just a soft gaze and an even softer body.  She was an angel that infuriated and intoxicated him at the same time.

But right here, right now, he could still feel her hand in his hair and her heartbeat against his chest. His body still swayed as if she were still in his arms.

“Magnus, you know I don’t drink vodka.”

The fire in the hearth popped and she looked directly at him.  The warm light bathed her face and hair in shades of gold and orange and reds, a sharp contrast to the cold wind, the blue air and snow outside the cabin door.

Magnus looked up at her, eyes wide like a child who had just figured out the entire riddle that had been plaguing him. She had vodka there for him, even though there was no warning of his visit, no plan for him ever to come to her there.  

But his brow furrowed, and his lips pulled tight across his face.

She was on him again in an instant, her lips on his, her body pressed against him.

He relaxed again immediately, his mouth following hers, his hands holding her waist.  It felt more normal to be attached this way to her than to be separate from her.  It felt like a dream…or maybe a wish…but it felt right.

She pulled back from him, breathless, but she didn’t let him go.  She looked onto his eyes, her own eyes resolved.

“You should stay here, with me.  The case is finished. And it’s dark...  No more excuses.”

Her hands played with his hair, but she still wasn’t sure he would do as she asked.  She still wasn’t sure what to believe.

“Stay… please…” she said as her eyes searched his.  His face was so familiar to her, she could see him with her eyes closed.  She had for months, seen him every time she closed her eyes, every time she looked out at the trees or into the fire.

“Stay.”

Magnus couldn’t resist her. She was right. The case was finished. He had done more than his share of work. He was on leave for at least a month…and maybe that’s why he had come to her here.  Maybe he knew that he wanted to stay with her, he just didn’t have the strength to be the one to say it first.

But she had vodka when she didn’t drink it, ever. 

 She wanted him there.

He looked down and into her eyes, hardly able to believe this was really happening to him.  It took all his strength to not gulp again, but he nodded and leaned in to kiss her again, this time at his speed.

“Do you need more wood for the fire?” he whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.

Rebecka smiled and moved her hand to cup his flushed cheeks.

“I think there is another way you can keep warm.”

A/N- Just a little Magnus and Rebecka family cuteness for your Saturday (or Sunday if you live in Australia!!) reading pleasure.  Bask in the fluff!! : )

Rebecka was holding Axel and typing with one hand as she sat at her desk in her office.  Axel had taken to wanting to be held 24, 7, and Rebecka just couldn’t bear to put him down.  It didn’t help that he had Magnus’ eyes, in shape and color, and every time he was out of Rebecka’s arms too long, he gave her a betrayed look, much too much like a look his father would give.

Rebecka knew she was going to have to be stronger with him.  She knew that she was going to have to toughen up and be alright with his beautiful face and his look of betrayal…but he was still a tiny baby, and Rebecka could pour all her love into him for a while longer without limits.

“Coffee, Bec?” she heard and she looked up quickly to see Magnus peeking around the door.  Her office was close to the kitchen, which was perfect for her, because Magnus was always close by.

“Ja, tack,” she said as she looked back down at her computer.  But her head snapped back up to look at Magnus again, realizing that something was different. “Wait.”

It was her first day out of bed after coming home with the twins.  She hadn’t really expected the kind of recovery she was going to have to go through after having a c- section birth. She had been mostly back to her old self a few days after having Viktoria…but with Axel and Ingrid…it was 2 weeks.

Magnus had been amazing, cooking and cleaning and taking care of everyone.  He would change the babies after they nursed and hold the one that was waiting for food or was too fussy to eat just yet.

They had help.  His mother came.  She cooked and took care of Viktoria and held the babies, but Rebecka sometimes thought it was more stressful for Magnus when she was there. She would see the look on his face when she corrected the amount of salt he put in a dish he was cooking, or the way he dressed the babies.  She was only trying to help, and it was just the way she was.

Rebecka’s mother and father had come to stay too, for a few days.  And that was another kind of stress.  They deferred everything to Magnus, though she remembered her mother walking Magnus into the bedroom after the babies were asleep and tucking him into bed and giving him a scolding finger when he tried to say something about the laundry needing to be done.  He had looked over at Rebecka and asked if she was feeling alright and when her hand moved to comb through his hair, he was already asleep.

The first two weeks were a blur.

But Rebecka was feeling better, less sore, and her wound was healing nicely.

So she was up and folding laundry with her sister who had come to stay for  2 days.  Stina was talking about the babies small clothes as she folded them, talking about how she remembered her girls wearing such small clothes, when suddenly it hit Rebecka.

She was holding one of his blue shirts, one he had had since before she met him.  It was in fine shape, it was a good quality shirt, but as she looked at it, tears filled her eyes.  Her hands tensed on the shoulders of the shirt as she held it up and she was nearly shaking when her sister looked up at her and stopped talking.

“Becka…what’s…are you okay?” Rebecka’s nostrils flared and her face flushed red.

“I hate this shirt.”

Stina furrowed her brow as she looked at her younger sister.

“Oooookay…”

Rebecka looked up at her sister and gritted her teeth.

“I fucking hate this shirt,” she said as the tears streamed down her face and her voice trembled.

“Becka…why?  I mean…” and she looked at her sister quizzically.

“EPAULETS!!!!!  IT HAS EPAULETS!!!  WHO BUYS A SHIRT WITH EPAULETS???”

Stina turned and looked toward the kitchen where Magnus was making a snack.

“Becka, don’t get upset, don’t…”

Stina took the shirt from her and she folded it quickly and put it behind her back.  In an instant Stina knew what was wrong.

She bounded up from the sofa and she moved to hug her sister.

“I’ll fold the rest. You and Magnus should go…go for a walk around the garden, or down the driveway and maybe to the corner, okay? You need to get out of the house. I’ll stay here with the babies and Viktoria.  Just 10 minutes, okay?”

Rebecka was still crying, unable to nod or agree, though she would do what her sister asked.

“I’m getting Magnus.”

Stina rushed into the kitchen where Magnus turned to see her coming toward him.

“Take her for a walk,” Stina said as she grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the fruit he was cutting up.  “She’s had a hormone crash.  She needs to walk.  Just take her down the driveway, to the corner, around the garden.”

Magnus didn’t have a chance to protest.  He tried, his mouth open and his eyes wide as Stina pushed him out to where Rebecka was sitting and crying, her body hunched over, her hair hanging around her like a veil. Magnus switched into gear, forgetting that her sister was pushing him, forgetting the fruit he had been cutting.

“Bec, alskling…come here,” he said as he knelt in front of her and gathered her in his arms.  She fell against him, letting him wrap his strong arms around her.  She cried into his shoulder and then she was sniffling.  “Let’s go for a little stroll, okay?” he said as he dried her wet cheeks.

Rebecka stood up with his help and she held onto him.  Before Magnus got to the door with her, Stina was running up behind him and pulling his head down so she could whisper in his ear, which was a shock to Magnus in the first place.  

He blinked as Stina whispered in his ear, “Don’t mention epaulets…”

Magnus pulled away from Stina, looking down at her like she was insane (and if he was honest, he looked at her like that a lot).  He reached up and rubbed his ear, and nodded his head at her.

Stina only sighed and closed the door after them.

They were halfway down the driveway, Magnus’ arms around Rebecka as she took small careful steps, when he said, “It’s alright Bec.  It’s just the pregnancy hormones.  Just…take some deep breaths and walk with me…”

Magnus was about to ask about the epaulets, but he stopped himself.

They walked down the drive, and onto the sidewalk and down to the corner of their street.  One the way back to the house, Rebecka’s crying subsided.

“I’m sorry,” she said as she looked up at him and dried her tears.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Magnus said as he smiled down at her.

“Yes, I do.” Rebecka looked away from him.  “I hate that blue shirt you have with the epaulets.  I hate it.  You don’t wear it very often…but I hate it Magnus.”

She looked up at him and he was staring down at her while they walked.

“O-okay.  Sgar got me that shirt, after I got out of the academy. I’ve had that shirt for a long time.”

He had his arm around her waist, and he was holding her hand in his other hand.

“Is there any reason? It’s blue, you always like me in blue…”

“I love you in blue!” she said as her voice raised up and echoed off the garden path.  “It’s…it’s the epaulets…I just can’t…”

Magnus’ eyes got large. He wasn’t going to understand this, at least not right now.  He sighed.

“Okay, okay.  I’ll… I can put it away…or maybe…I’ll donate it… I could use some new shirts anyway.”

Rebecka had slowed down and she clutched onto his hand as they walked.

“Listen, I want you to go up to bed when we go back inside.  I’ll bring the babies in and Viktoria can bring you some fruit and a big glass of water.  It’s your first day up.  We don’t want to wear you out.”

He smiled down at his wife, pleased that she had stopped crying, but still worried about why she hated his shirt.  He didn’t really care if he never wore that shirt again, but it was strange.

After their turn around the garden, he led her inside and upstairs where he tucked her into bed. Viktoria skipped to get her the fruit that Stina had finished cutting up and Stina brought Baby Axel in as Magnus brought in Ingrid.

The family sat together and ate fruit while the newborm babies nursed and slept.

That night, Rebecka dreamed of the first time she met Magnus in that cold harsh conference room.  She dreamed of his back to her, his blue shirt pulled tight across his back as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and he looked out the window.  She dreamed of the small pieces of fabric at his shoulders and the way they bent and lifted slightly as he tensed his muscles.

She couldn’t change it. She couldn’t escape it.

She awoke to the sound of Ingrid fussing and wanting to nurse.  Magnus was already up before Rebecka was even awake and he was bringing her the baby.

He was wearing his Joy Division shirt.  He wouldn’t wear the blue shirt with the epaulets anymore.  She reached up and held his face.

“I love you,” she whispered. She could see him smile in the dim light of their bedroom.

A/N- This is just a little drabble inspired by a song.  It’s and AU where Magnus and Rebecka are long distance dating between Stockholm and Ystad. Enjoy!!

Magnus sat on the bed, his back against the headboard, one leg bent for his hand to rest on as he watched her.

“I just need to finish this,” Rebecka said to him as she grabbed his sweater from the drawer.  She barely looked at him as she hurried out the door. She didn’t see his hand gesture, or his eyebrow raised.  She was already back at her desk, working.

He sighed and turned on the television.  He could have saved himself the trip.  He could be watching tv at his house, alone in his room.  He knew that she had to work, she had told him she had a story to finish, but he had missed her, and he wanted to see her, and he hoped that surprising her would make her pause.

But she had work.

Magnus watched some tv for a while and then he was getting up and walking to the kitchen.

He looked over at her as he passed and he smiled.  She was lit by the light of the computer screen, and he couldn’t stop himself from walking up behind her and moving her hair to the side as he kissed the back of her neck.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said as she melted slightly into his hands.  

“Can I make you something to eat?” he whispered in her ear.

Rebecka took a deep breath. He had been here for a whole day, and she had been working the whole time.  She had worked through the lunch he made her.  She worked through the movie he had watched.  She kept telling herself that she would get this done, and then she could have time with him… but in truth, she still had so much to do, and time with him was slipping away.

As Rebecka exhaled, she turned her head to him.

“Magnus, I’m so happy you came,” she said as her hand reached up and held his face.  She kissed him gently, letting her eyes slip closed as her lips touched his.

“But you need to finish this story…” he said, the defeat clear and crystal in his voice.

Rebecka opened her eyes and looked at him over her shoulder.  It was in that moment that she made the decision.

Her phone chimed, but she didn’t move to pick it up.  There was an email ding from her computer but she stayed looking at Magnus.

“Nej,” she whispered to him. “I need to spend time with you.”

Magnus moved back only ever so imperceptibly.  He hadn’t expected that answer.

“Bec…”

Rebecka moved up and pressed her lips to his again. She moved to stand up and face him.  Magnus ran his hands around her waist, under his jumper that shew as wearing.

She knew he would wait for her.  She knew that even though he had come all this way, all the way to Stockholm just to see her on his hard fought for few days off, but she couldn’t keep him waiting anymore.

He looked down at her, almost afraid that she would change her mind.  His eyes searched hers, and when she leaned up and kissed him again, he smiled against her.

“Can I make you something to eat?” His voice was intimate in the large apartment.

Rebecka’s hands moved up to his face, where she held him and smiled at him.

“You can.  I would love that.”

Magnus wrapped her arms around her waist and lifted her up, her feet lifting off the floor as she held onto him.  Her laugh filled the apartment and she kissed him again.

Rebecka reached down and closed her laptop, she silenced her phone and then put it on top of her computer.

Her lips were on his again and she moaned as she felt his strength surrounding her.

“Just pack,” Magnus said as he filled Viktoria’s bag with the help of the little girl.  She looked over at her mother and smiled, looking far too much like her father’s smile.  They had planned something, the two of them, but Rebecka suspected that Magnus had done most of the planning.

“What do you mean, just pack? We just got here.”

They had only been in Stockholm for a day.  They had spent the day at the zoo and then having a nice dinner with all of them, her mother and father and grandparents included,  at Rebecka’s favorite restaurant.  When they went back to her parents house, Magnus had sprung this on her.

“I mean pack, Rebecka,” he said with the same smirk on his face.

“Papa said you should pack Mama.  Papa knows things.  You all the time tell me to listen to Papa, I think you need to listen to Papa,” the little sassy girl said as she went to her mother and took her hand, bringing her back to her mother and father’s bedroom.

Rebecka turned to look at Magnus, who was stifling a laugh at the little girl who may have his smile, but she certainly had Rebecka’s wit.

“Do as she says…” Magnus said and then he turned to put another sweater into the weekend bag.

A/N- Just a little Magnus and Rebecka fun on a Saturday night...

Magnus couldn’t believe her. He had known her for months.  They had been friendly, and sometimes he thought maybe he felt something for her or maybe she felt something for him…but his mind always got the better of him and he always backed down before he could let her know his feelings.  He wasn’t good at feelings….of course he had them…he just wasn’t good at talking about them.

And she was so beautiful, like, radiantly beautiful, like, she would never be interested in him...

But here she was, sitting next to him at the bar, and saying this to him.

He couldn’t fully process it.

And he was more than a little turned on, which he shouldn’t be…

“I…I…uh, don’t really know how to respond to that…” he stammered and blushed and took another drink of his beer.