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Maebe's eyes widened comically when she realized Lucky was pulling her in, and pressing his lips against hers. The first thought that passed through her head was dry but it was instinct to judge, and immediately after she realized it was Lucky doing this and sunk against him. Kisses were so much sweeter when they came from unexpected sources - she could only hope he was drunk and would regret it later.

He asked her what he could do to make it up to her, and Thaw immediately groaned in her mind at all of the sick, twisted ideas that sprung up. Maebe grinned, and leaned in to bite his lower lip. "You kind of just did. But hey, don't stop. I'm sure you can make it up to me a little more before whatever you're on wears off."

She almost asked him if he wanted to share - but narcotics weren't really her thing. She was far more interested in taking advantage of people who were compromised, than allowing herself to be in that position.

Wrong answer.

Maebe sucked in a sharp breath, and pulled away, but his fingers had gotten into her hair, and she melted back against him. It felt too good to let him touch her like that. She knew this was a bad idea, and she wanted to stop him, but Lucky was so gentle. All he wanted to do was make her happy. And all the things that made her happy were best done in private - not out in a hall. There was no way of making her happy here.

"Uhh." Maebe's breathing was ragged and stuttered, as she found herself unable to answer the question. The correct answer was to walk away. Or at least.. go somewhere private. But Lucky wasn't himself, and she almost kind of didn't hate him - enough reason to not take advantage of him that intimately when he was impaired.

"S.. uh..more. Kissing." That was not helping the situation, but at least she hadn't said what she really wanted, which was take me back to your place.

Maebe had no control over any part of this situation, and that legitimately scared her. Her mouth formed a silent 'o' when they tumbled down together, and she fell very still, staring down at Lucky with bewilderment rampant on her features. She lost track of him when his head dipped to kiss down her jawline, and wondered if this was what people acted like when real emotions occurred. She couldn't tell the difference between love and lust anymore. Everything jumbled together, and none of it should have come from Lucky.

She sat up quickly, finding the willpower to pull herself away from his lips just before she gave in. Whispering into her ear had almost been her undoing, but it had equally been her lifeline - and she pulled herself up enough to sit up straight, hands still on the floor on either side of him. She just tried to breathe.

It was an embarrassment, really. The only reason why she was reacting so strongly to Lucky was because she knew it wasn't real. She reminded herself that that was part of the attraction. The regret he would feel later.

She didn't want Lucky to regret this.

As soon as the thought entered her head, she hardened to steel and folded her arms tightly in front of herself. "Okay. That's enough. We're done here. You're a very good kisser, Lucky. I bet you didn't know that." Her smug smile was weak - her game was off. "You've definitely made up for.. for.." She couldn't even remember what he felt guilty for. Her facade dropped again, and she put her head in her hands and groaned.

Lucky didn't put up much of a fight when Maebe sat up first. His hands slipped away, broke contact as she walled herself off. They hovered, momentarily, in the hope that he could still help her to tell him what was wrong. He looked confused; he felt terrible. It hurt him that he couldn't help her.

"Maebe-? Oh. Oh no. I - I should not have -" His glasses had gone a little askew, and he corrected them with a practiced nudge, another to brush some messy hair out of his face. For nearly a quarter of a minute he couldn't meet her gaze, what little of it there was to see while she groaned into her hands. Even now he could feel his chest rise and fall with quickened breathing, his face flushed and strangely warm. All physiological, uncontrollable, leaving him looking disheveled and desperate. Another reason to apologize. "Boże, I am so sorry. Please forgive me... this is all my fault..."

She was near enough that he could reach up and hold her face delicately in his hands, thumbs resting against the smaller, daintier, unmarred hands that hid her expression from view. Lucky tried to smile at her, but it was strained and pitiful, too marred with concern. "It's okay. You are right to feel this vay. I do not deserve your forgiveness. You are nice, Maebe. You are one of the only ones who vould - t-talk to me - even now, after I -"

He choked on whatever else might have said. Slowly he let go again, and drew his hands away. "Please don't -"

- Only to be cut off by a far more familiar voice, and the sudden disappearance of Maebe from immediately above him as Mimsy yanked her back.

Lucky had at this point scrambled into a sitting position himself, cowering against the wall. There was too much negative energy here. Innately he knew this was all his fault, all of it. It was bad enough he had upset this poor girl, but now he had infuriated his sister - his poor, caring, only sister - and he couldn't allow Maebe to suffer in his place over such a simple misunderstanding. Even the idea of it was strangely unbearable.

"Mimsy, I did this -" He was on his hands and knees, prostrating himself before her. "I'm the one you should be disgusted by. Disown me. You deserve a better brother than I can ever be."

Seeing Lucky kneel before her might once have been a fulfilling image to Mimsy, something born of victory; now it just made her feel sick.

"Lucky," she sighed, shoulders drooping as she finally turned her attention to him. "Get up. You do not understand. I have no intention of rejecting you, and do not want you to ever leave. She does not deserve you. I can explain later, when you are feeling better. When you are more yourself. Get some rest, Lucky. Go home. Please, just...go home."

She dropped the empty coat to point down the hallway in the direction she had come from, and stared insistently at him until Maebe apologized. The way her nose wrinkled as she listened to the rest of her comments seemed to indicate that she'd just swallowed something absolutely horrendous. She might as well have, really.

"Yes, you certainly are incredibly sorry." With a scoff and a sneer, she folded her arms, tilting her head to look down at her. She wasn't worth her time, and she hated that she was forced to make this exception. "He is mine. You will stay away from him. If you find this simple task too difficult for your pathetic, singularly-focused mind to comprehend, then I am more than willing to assist you."

Summoning her weapon indoors was not an option as long as she was attempting to stay within the boundaries of 'good' behavior, and she had failed to bring anything other than paper with her. This would have to wait. If what she said was not enough to get her to leave, then she could reassess her options in a more broad sense. Of course, that meant accepting the inevitability of more violent options, but that was the risk of this sort of conflict.

"I am happy to remove your hands if you cannot keep them off of him. Or your eyes, if they are incapable of avoiding him as well. Do you see the pattern? Are you at least intelligent enough to grasp the simplicity of my threat?"

The way that she looked at Maebe indicated a massive lack of belief that she was, in fact, intelligent enough.

Maebe didn't remember Mimsy being so pushy. She didn't remember much, really - but she felt like she would have remembered this. She picked up her discarded coat, and slowly slid it back onto her shoulders. Lucky was fleeing the scene of the crime, and Maebe tsked with pity at how tightly wound Mimsy had him wrapped around her finger. At least now she knew it was for the best to squash any of those nasty little feelings she'd almost had. Lucky was someone else's pet dog.

For now.

Maebe giggled each time Mimsy threatened some part of her body. Her eyelids fluttered, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"You look like you're all talk. I don't fear you, and you need to know that. But, fortunately for you, I really am interested in keeping my hands to myself. Not because you asked, but because it's what I want." Her lips curled up deviously as she lied through her teeth. "Just so you know."

Maebe adjusted the curls around her head until they reached near perfection, and turned to walk away. Heels clacked against the hard floor, punctuating her pace - and her parting words.

"I guess I have you to thank. He's a real good kisser."

She wished she'd been lying about that part.

Oh, God. She was such a nerd.

Maebe yawned into her hand, trying to keep her eyes open, until Mimsy 'showed off' her 'badges'. For a single moment, Maebe actually took her seriously. But then she reminded herself that bloodstains could be easily faked, and she calmed down the quickening heartbeat that had started to sputter. Obviously they were fake. Obviously.

"Okay, crazy." Maebe muttered. The entire conversation was boring her to tears. "I'll try not to, mm, touch your stuff."

Now she wanted to touch everything that was Mimsy's. She wanted to lace her fingers up and rub all of Mimsy's possessions down. She wanted to make Lucky purr.

No. No she didn't. No she didn't. She didn't want to do any of those things to Lucky, for reasons that had nothing to do with Mimsy. She frowned, and waved a hand dismissively in Mimsy's direction. She didn't even bother with a sarcastic goodbye.

This entire situation was really putting a damper on her otherwise lovely day.