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I'm Your Shield	By : HobNobsAndTea Category: S through Z > Wallander (UK) > Wallander (UK) Views: 1069 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Curt sips his coffee on the veranda overlooking the Mediterranean. The servant took his empty breakfast dishes from the table. Minister Rayne had arranged a flight home for him this afternoon.
            "Morning, boss."
            You sit across from him. The same servant brings you a coffee. "Three more and two of my usual breakfast. My -" For the lack of a better word than boyfriend or lover. "Magnus will be joining us."
            "Yes, Miss Nikola." You drain the coffee, wincing at the heat.
            "You don't have to go back yet."
            "Yes, I do. With you and Magnus gone, we're extremely short staffed."
            "Well, if you need anything."
            "I know." He looks out over the ocean. "Why did you keep this all a secret?"
            "Because I wanted you to take me seriously. Not like some little rich bitch, slumming with the grunts."
            Magnus kisses the top of your head before sitting down between you and Wallander.
            "I'd like to say you're wrong but you're right. Everyone would have thought that."
            "Thought what?"
            "That I was just playing cops and robbers."
            The servant brings the coffees. "You could have told -me- your family was wealthy enough to own a small country."
            "Would it have changed the way you feel about me?"
            "No. I don't know."
            "Does it now?" You look down at your cup in your hands.
            Magnus tips your chin up. "I've broken the law. I've chased you to a foreign country. What makes you think all this shit would make me love you any less?"
            "Maybe scare you away."
            "No chance." He leans in and kisses you, gripping your hair enough to make you gasp.
            Curt clears his throat. "And on that note, I think I'll go pack."
            The servant brings the food and you both tuck in. Comfortable silence punctuated by the sound of the waves. You both eat one handed. Ever since you woke up, you needed to touch him. This would prove problematic when you returned to work but for now, you needed the safety of his touch.
            "Magnus. I want to talk to you about something."
            He wipes his mouth and lays the napkin on his empty plate. "That's usually not good."
            "After all this, I want you to know I love you." You reach up and cup the side of his face then move a couple curls out of his face. "You saved me. Again. I know you love me. A piece of me will probably always feel like your running game. But that's nothing you have to prove. I have to let it go." You swallow as does Magnus. "I want you to move in with me. We practically were before this. You and I in a new apartment. That way neither of us feels like the other has the advantage. We'll both be on the lease. I mean, we've been together for a year and you're still putting up with me. You're the only place I feel home." You're starting to ramble and he's not answering. "Magnus. Say something."
            "Of course, I'll move in with you." He caresses your cheek. "There's something I wanted to ask you. I've wanted to for awhile but this whole fucked up family kidnapping shit solidified my decision to ask." He takes both your hands in his. "Marry me, Niki. I know I'm probably not good enough and definitely don't deserve you. But I can't take being shut out and ignored by your family when you're my family. My life. My heart. My-my everything."
            His words hit you like a blow to the chest. You'd never discussed marriage. Or kids. Or the future. You just loved each other. Being together. That was good enough. But then Travis fucked your world. You turn your hands in his. "Magnus Martinsson, you are more worthy and deserving than anyone my family would try to marry me off to."
            "I feel a but. So please stop. Don't say no. Please. Just . . .just think about it." He brings your hands to his lips and kisses the backs of each one. "I know I'm not rich. I'm just a cop. And a general fuck up most of the time. But I love you. And I need you."
            Alexi clears his throat. "Good to see you up and around." He kisses your head much like Magnus did. You pull your hand from his and seize your brother around the neck and get him in a headlock.
            "If I ever hear you spoke to Magnus or Curt or my chief or anyone else in my life for had matter the way you did when I took me out of the hospital, I'm gonna hang to upside down by your tongue. Got it?"
            "Nik, he can't answer. He's turning blue."
            You keep him in the headlock a moment longer before releasing and pushing him away as he gasps for air. “You knew better than that, Alexi. What were you thinking?”

            “I was thinking,” He coughed a few times, “I was thinking our parents never knew how to take care and look after us when we were children. They certainly weren’t going to know how to look after us now. If they did we wouldn’t have been surrounded by murderous perverted lunatics when we were growing up.”

            “We had it under control, Alexi. We’d gotten my friend Becky back alive, and stopped the serial killer responsible for those horrific murders.” You look to Magnus taking his hand in yours, “Magnus and Curt found me and brought me home.” You take a breath before looking at Alexi, “We hated it when Mom and Dad would make decisions for us when they hadn’t even seen us for months to a year at a stretch. Why would you do the exact same thing?”

            Alexi sighed and reached for his glass of orange juice taking a drink. “Niki . . . I’m sorry. I apologize. I was concerned about you. I didn’t want you at the center of the mudslinging and media attention that was going to come at you once it was discovered who had been your kidnapper. You’ve been through enough already. I just wanted to take care of you.”

            “I know. And I appreciate that. But you need to understand Alexi, it’s not your job to take care of me anymore.” You say plainly still holding Magnus’ hand. Alexi sighs looking at Magnus darkly a moment before putting down his glass and standing from the table walking away. You close your eyes a moment dropping your head slightly. Alexi had always been the one in your family you were close too. But with Magnus in your life, your family had to accept him as such.
            Almost immediately after you were on your feet you began to work out in the small gym that was set up in the basement of the Villa. After being incapacitated for nearly a month you could feel that you were weaker than before. You desperately wanted that strength back. You hated that it had been taken away from you.

            Running laps in the courtyard you would return to the gym and work out until meal times. Magnus, as promised, stayed with you in the house. Usually close by watching you, not wanting you out of his sight longer then necessary. Not after that nightmare that you’d both gone through. It really didn’t take long for you to get your strength back. You had a tendency to work much harder and much longer then you really needed to, but it was a form of therapy for you. All that rage and anger needing an outlet, seemed to find it in physical activity.

            One afternoon as Magnus sat nearby on his blackberry you glance over to him and smile mischievously. You turned and threw the medicine ball you’d been working with directly at him nearly knocking him off the chair. He looks up at you a bit shocked as you look away innocently. He narrows his eyes at you putting his phone aside and taking off his jacket walking closer to you on the pads. “Slip of the wrist was it?” He said.

            “Of course. What else would it be?” You say still smiling gleefully.

            “Hmm.” Suddenly he takes a swing at you and you duck it coming up and pushing him back with your hands. He falls back slightly seeing that it seemed you were back up to your old tricks. You step back letting him come near you again. He acts as if he’s going to swing at you again but changed his attack at the last moment and jumped up kicking you in the sternum knocking you back. Instantly you lunge at each other and start trading blows faster and faster.

            You’d catch him with a right hook, he’d come back with a hard jab with his right. You’d hit him in the jaw, he’d belt you in the stomach. He’d spin around to knock you down, you’d duck and block his attack before returning it with a hard kick with your knee to his ribs. Things were getting back to the way they were before you were abducted, and neither of you were pulling punches.

            Finally, both of you beaten and bleeding, Magnus catches your wrists and slams you up against the brick wall. Before you can retaliate he leans in and kisses you deeply, running his tongue along your lips tasting the blood on them from where your lip at split. You groan into his mouth as you clutch to the front of his shirt, his thigh moving between yours nearly lifting you from the ground. Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you can’t stop your hips from moving, rubbing yourself against his muscular thigh.

            The kiss broke for a moment as you both gasp for air, his hand moves up and slides into your hair. “That’s it darling. God how I’ve missed you.” He breathes against your lips before devouring your mouth again. You can hardly stand it or control yourself, you wanted him so badly. You clawed at his shirt jerking it up over his head throwing it away before your hands return to him feeling his rock hard abdomen. There were bruises starting to form where you had hit him and kicked him incredibly hard. Your fingers pressed against them causing him to hiss and quiver.

            Magnus’s hand snaps up and wraps around your throat pressing your head back against the wall as he moves his thigh against your sex through your sweat clothes. Leaning down he pressed his teeth against your shoulder causing a moan to escape as you wrap your thigh around his hip. “Take me,” You breathe, “Take me now.” Almost begging.

            Wrapping his hand around your knee, and his other arm around your back, he takes you from the wall and turns nearly tossing you down onto the plush pads of the floor. Quickly, you slipped off your tank your sweatpants quick to follow. Magnus stands over you unbuckling his belt and taking it off tossing it aside before kneeling down on the matt with you, grasping your panties and nearly jerking them off of you. Your bra soon joining them.

            You sit up and reach for his jeans quickly unfastening them and slipping your hand down into his boxers stroking his firm erection that throbbed against your palm. Catching your wrists he forces you down onto the mat laying over you pressing the length of his body against yours between your thighs as he consumes your mouth greedily, your forms writhing and rubbing together in desperate need. You feel him brushing against your quivering wet sex. Your back arches and flattens in aching desperation. Magnus rests his forehead to yours before entering you with one hard deep thrust. Your eyes close as you cry out at how he stretches you, fills you completely. He stayed here a moment just studying your face, feeling the way your body accepted and swallowed him. He could feel you contract and release around him. It felt so incredibly good.

            At once, he begins to thrust deep within you. Pulling out almost completely before shoving back into your warm depths. As he plunged into you over and over again you could feel yourself already coming to a climax. His hands clamped down tighter around your wrists, as your hands began to turn white from his strength. You arch your back pressing your breasts to his chest as your hips move in time with his rhythm. He realizes that he can’t hold back too much longer and continues to thrust hard, he stroke bringing you both closer and closer. You cry out as your legs clamp around his waist, Your back arches high as your entire body seems to go ridged in your release. Magnus grinned loving it when you would go paralytic when you cum. A few more hard deep thrusts as he bursts within you. Both of you holding tight to each other, clinging to each other in your shared ecstasy.

            As the orgasm begins to subside, Magnus releases your wrists sliding one hand around the back of your neck as his lips begin to act tack yours once more suckling a moment on the split that tasted of blood. Your hands grip to his shoulders returning his affection before one hand moved to slide into his long curly blond locks.

            You’d missed him so much. All that time you spent drugged out of your mind, half the time in forced sleep, half the time helpless and awake baring witness to everything around you, everything that was being done to you, you only survived it because You had him. You had Magnus to focus on, and as much as you hated to admit it to yourself . . . you did love him. More then you loved anyone or anything in your entire life.

            It wasn’t long before you were both worked up and ready to go again, full of energy and overwhelmed with lust and passion. Bringing your knee up between you, you push him off of you rolling out from underneath getting to your feet. Magnus does the same slipping from his jeans and boxers completely naked. You circled a moment before you lunged at him. Magnus stepped to the side and let you move past him, pressing his hand to your back and shoving you hard up against the wall holding you there as he kicked your feet part. With one swift stroke he thrusts deep into your body causing you to gasp. Wrapping his arm around you, his large hand flat against your abdomen pressing his body against your back, he held you in place as he began to thrust harder and harder until he was nearly picking you up from the floor with each stroke. Soon both of you cried out as you came hard together making your bodies quiver and tremble from the violence you inflicted on each other.
            After a few moments, he rests his head to the back of your neck, his other arm wrapping around you as he embraces you tight against him, both of you gasping for air your bodies covered in sweat. Then he began to lavish kisses on your neck and shoulders still holding you tight against him.

            Finally, you felt safe again. You felt like you were home, just being in his arms like this. No one else could ever make you feel this way.

            Later that evening, having returned to your bedroom, you lay curled up tight in each others arms having had several more encounters in the gym before dinner, then quickly retreating to your room where even more encounters took place. Needless to say, you had worn each other out quite a bit. Alternating between making love, and just flat out animalistic fucking. It was heaven.

            Magnus’s fingertips stroked down your shoulder and your back, his arm wrapped around you as you rest, your head lying on his shoulder. He couldn’t help but watch you sleep so peacefully, your hand resting on his chest almost as if you were comforted just by feeling the beat of his heart. Thank God he had you back.

            Leaning down he kissed your head softly before resting his cheek against it. You smile softly feeling him embrace you tightly causing you to snuggle up tighter against him. “Have you given any thought about what I asked you at breakfast a few days ago?” He whispered gently.

            Your eyes opened as your smile seemed to fade and slip from your face. Taking a breath you sit up holding the sheet around you under your arms as you turn and look at him. “Magnus,” You begin carefully not certain how to go about this. “You’ve seen my family. You’ve met them. You know what they’re like. You don’t really want to be a part of this, do you?”

            He sits up looking into your eyes, “I’m not marrying your family, Niki. I’m marrying you. We’d be our own family.”

            “Don’t our families come as part of the marriage package?” You question. Magnus sighs knowing that was probably true. You hadn’t even met his family yet. His family was somewhat dysfunctional but not on the levels yours was. “We wouldn’t get away with having a quiet courthouse marriage either, my parents would insist on everyone . . . and I literally mean EVERYONE being present. I’m their only daughter and the wedding would be an all out circus.”

            “So?” He says taking your hand in his. “I have no problem with getting up in front of a crowd to tell everyone how much I love you, taking vows, and making you my wife.” You can’t suppress the small smile when he said that. That he would be willing to do that for you. He’d seen into your family’s life now, how wealthy the Rayne family truly was. He had some clear idea about what it would be like, and still he was willing to do it for you.

            “I’ll think about it.” You say softly resting your hand to his chest. Magnus realized how big of a question it was and that you would think about it was all he could really hope for right now. Besides, he needed time to secure a ring and propose to you properly. He slid his hand into your hair and drew you into a deep passionate kiss. Loving how sweet you tasted, the feeling of your lips against his. So thankful that you were in his arms, in bed with him once again. Right where you belonged.
            You and Magnus sit in front of the fire, snuggling under a blanket. His hands rub back and forth on your thighs where they lay across his lap. The two of you had been enjoying the last few days by yourselves. Your brother back to London, your father back to Amsterdam and your mother back to campaigning. There had been lots of sex and shopping and more sex.
            "My sister invited us to her New Year's party."
            "Oh? What did you tell her?"
            "That I'd ask you."
            You lean your head on his. "Why not just say yes?"
            "Because the last time you and my brother in law were in the same room, you punched him."
            You squint, trying to remember. "Oh yea." He'd slapped Magnus's sister. When she was pregnant. Melody had nearly laid on Magnus to keep him from hitting Nichols but that hadn't stopped you. You clocked him. Once in the nose and once in the mouth. The nose for hitting his pregnant wife, the mouth for calling you bitch.
            "Tell her yes."
            "You can't hit again."
            "Aw, why not?" Magnus shook his head. "Just for fun?"
            "No, baby."
            "What if he provokes me?"
            "Then I'll hit him."
            "Defending my honor?"
            He laughs and rolls on top of you. "You can take care of yourself, baby. My little bruiser. My badass baby." His lips tickled your neck. This was one of the many reasons why you loved him. He loved your strength and independence. Your fire and will turned him. He didn't try to change you or fit you into some ideal feminine role.
            "I love you, Magnus." He stilled then moves up over you. His eyes search your face.
            "Say it again."
            "I love you, Magnus." He kisses you tenderly but deeply. One of those kisses that sets fire to your every nerve down to your toes and curls them.
            "I love you, Nik."

            You stand in front of the French doors, looking at the ceiling abs turning a slow circle. The ceilings were higher than you liked but it was in mother's acceptable neighborhood and the price range wasn't too outrageous for you and Magnus to afford by yourselves.
            "So what do you think?"
            "I think we should find out if the downstairs and upstairs neighbors are sensitive to noise."
            You cross the plush carpet to him and wrap your arms around his waist. "Why's that?"
            "Because I don't want the service called on us every time we get riled up."
            "This is true." You rest your cheek on his chest. A year ago you would have punched anyone who said you'd be moving in with the ladies man of the Ystad police service. But here you were, apartment hunting. Your phone rings. Pearl Jam 'Brother'. "It's Alexi."
            Magnus unwraps himself from you. "What's up?"

            You hear your brother sigh. "Mother called. You're not answering her messages."
            "Lex, she keeps asking the same thing. We don't have a place yet. I've been staying at Magnus's for now."
            "She just worried about you going back to that place."
            "I have to. I need to go through my belongings. The tech guys got all the cameras."
            "That's another thing."
            You groan. "For fucks sake, Alexi. I'm not discussing the videos or the pictures again. That evidence is sealed and only an order from a magistrate will grant access. That's the best we can do until Max is convicted. And even then-"
            "Alright alright." You walk around to the bathroom. "So you really like this one?"
            You look at Magnus in the mirror. He's answering a text from his sister. She's been texting him alot lately. "I do."
            "Then I guess I can't hate him too terribly much.”
            "He saved me, Lex. In every sense of the word."
            Magnus was called into work and you decided it was a good time to go back to your apartment and salvage what you could. You were pretty much going to let everything in it go. You’d been living there since graduation from the academy and apparently every single thing you did was watched, recorded, . . . probably jerked off too. You shivered and closed your eyes trying to shake off the filthy disgusting feeling that came over you. Travis was dead. Greger was dead. No one was going to be ‘studying’ and ‘recording’ your life anymore. You were safe and would have real privacy now instead of perverts watching your every move.

            Unlocking the door of your apartment you step inside and sigh. Between the Ystad police force, forensics, and your own families people, the place looked like a bomb had gone off in it. It seemed like no one bothered to put things back together after they tore it apart and took things ‘evidence’ away. The grates off vents were removed, there were holes in the walls as they removed wiring and other bits that were ‘needed’ for whatever reason they thought they needed it for.

            Your furniture was a lost cause. It was apparent that had been ‘searched’ as well. “For Christ’s sake.” You groan shaking your head. Good thing you were staying with Magnus, because by the looks of it you’d be sleeping on the street. You headed into your room finding your computer was gone. Probably in the evidence locker with everything else they might need to convict Max. You walk into your bedroom and frowned looking about. Everywhere that a camera was found was marked. There wasn’t a single angle or blind spot in the room. You slowly walked around in horror, your jaw almost on the floor. Everything you did in here from the time you leased the apartment was seen and heard. Every time you changed, every time you slept, every time you were with Magnus . . . . every time you were alone.

            You jumped slightly when your phone began to ring and sighed recognizing the tone. “Hello mom.” You say with a sigh. “I called you yesterday, you’re only getting back to me now?”

            “I’m sorry dear, this mess does extend a bit further then that small town of yours. I’ve been swamped with damage control both foreign and domestic.” You roll your eyes slightly shaking your head. Even after everything, she still put her political affairs before family. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

            “Magnus and I signed a lease on our new apartment on Tuesday.” You began.

            “I know, it’s a lovely place you’ve chosen. Leagues better then that embarrassing little run down flat you were living in before.” She said simply.

            You narrow your eyes. “Mom, it was all I could afford after I left the academy.” She knew full well you were living pay check to pay check. Trying to live your own life like a normal person. “Which brings me to the problem I called you about. When Magnus returned to put down our safety deposit, it had already been paid. He also discovered that our rent has been paid through the next 5 years AND has been furnished?”

            There was a pause on the phone, “And how would this be a problem, Nickola?” She asked.

            “Damnit mom, you know I want to make my own way! I can’t do that if you’re still butting into my life and treating me like a child!” You exclaim.

            “I know how you’ve been living. Scraping by just barely on what little they pay you, working ridiculous hours, and being rewarded nothing for your hard work but more work. It’s utter nonsense.” She said a bit forcefully. “Your father and I let you go your own way once you finished your studies abroad and look what happened. Not just one madman but two were stalking you, watching you, having terrible things in store and intent to steal your life away completely.” You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. You knew she was upset. Your whole family was upset and horrified and you could understand that.

            “Mom you can’t keep doing this. You can’t keep trying to make me into something I’m not. Something I don’t want to be. I’m grateful for everything you and dad and Alexi have done for me to put my life back together and move on from this. You paid off all my debts, gotten me new credit cards, and new phone account with a new number and new phone, you closed my old bank accounts and opened new ones. Accounts that strangely went from being basically empty to having a balance of $75,000 that I’m pretty sure wasn’t there before.” You were going to let that one slide, because you were broke and had been out of work a bit too much this year to be able to catch up. “But . . . please. Mom. You have to let me go my own way.”

            There was a long pause on the phone before she sighed, “You can go your own way. We agreed that you are an adult who can make your own decisions. Even though I still feel you are wasting your education and intelligence by entering the police force . . . I understand it’s the path you’ve chosen.”

            You half smiled shaking your head. She was always going to get a shot in making her opinion clear but it wasn’t new and you had grown used to it. “Thank you.” You say softly.

            Another long moment passed and you were about to tell her good bye and hang up but she added, “What about your wedding, as the parents of the bride are we still allowed to participate in that?”

            You freeze for a moment not certain how she knew that, “Mom, I’m not getting married. Not for a while yet.”

            “I see. So you just intend to live together with no intention of making it official or legal?” You groan.

            “Thank you again for everything mom.” You say before hanging up the phone not intending to talk to her about this. You were still considering all the pros and cons of Magnus’s suggestion and were firmly on the fence not knowing which way you were going to go. There wasn’t really much left you were taking from here, and it would all probably fit in a single box. You went back into the living room where you’d left it and started to take the few things that were still left that you wanted to keep.

            You had to get back to Magnus’s place to shower and change before tonight. For some reason, you could probably guess why, he was anxious for you to become acquainted with his family. So, a family dinner had been arranged where you could meet everyone and everyone could meet you. You were a bit nervous about it as you had sort of been avoiding people since getting back from Italy. You got to go back to work on Monday and couldn’t help but be nervous about that as well. People knew who you were now, they knew your family, you didn’t know how people were going to react to you or how they would treat you because of it.

            The entire Martinsson family at the same time . . . . it was going to be an interesting evening.
            Magnus pulls your hand into both of his. You look anxiously at the average looking two story home. It defined normalcy. And everything your childhood and family life had not been. "Nik, it'll be fine. It's just dinner." He reaches up and tucks a stray hair behind your ear
            "What if they don't like me?"
            "They'll love you. I do." He leans over and kisses you, closed-mouth and quick. Giving your hand a final squeeze, he gets out of the car. You sigh and follow suit. His hand takes yours as he leads you up the walk. You can almost imagine Magnus and his brothers and sister playing in the yard. You take a deep breath as you walk up the steps.
            The door opens before Magnus cam knock and a woman looking alarmingly like your man throws her arms around him. He laughs and hugs his mother back tightly. "Hello, mum." She places her hands on his cheeks and kisses him. "This is Nikola."
            "Absolute pleasure." She pulls you into a warm and caring hug. Her presence reminds you a great deal of Magnus but a soft femininity. One that your mother never had. "Well come in, come in. The boys are watching the American Super Bowl on the telly." Several shouts come from the living room. Magnus takes your jacket and hangs it up with his. Magnus's mother leads you to the living room. "Sven. Turn that thing down. Sven. Sven!"
            Magnus's dad turns from the controlled violence on the television to his wife. "Of course, dear." He picks up the remote and turns the volume down. Two more faces turn to look at you, one purposely ignoring you. Melody's husband.
            "Boys, this is Nikola."
            "About time you brought a woman home."
            "I'd say we were you were queer but if rumors are true, you've fucked the legal female population of Ystad."
            "Ewin!" Magnus blushes and looks away, embarrassed.
            "Sorry, mum."
            "Nikola, this is Magnus's older brother Kenneth." Magnus's eyes look out at you from a thicker, more masculine face as the brother nods. You return it. "And the one with the vile mouth is Ewin." He waves at you, looking like a darker version of Magnus but not as handsome. "And you've met Nichols."
            "Yes." No doubt the whole family knew about you punching him out.
            "And this bear is Magnus's father, my husband Sven." The man stands, towering over you, even taller than Magnus. If ever Magnus got serious about lifting, he'd look like this.
            You extend your hand but he doesn't take it. Instead, he lifts you into a bear hug then leans down and kisses your cheek then whispers softly. "Thank you."
            Melody walks in from the kitchen, holding her infant against her chest. "Mummy, the crust is done." She beams at you. "Hey, Niki. So glad you could make it!" She hugs you with one arm. You return it awkwardly.
            "I'll be in there in a minute. It has to cool before we put the filling in." Melody nods then heads back into the kitchen. "You're welcome to join us in there away from the testosterone or you can stay here." You glance at Magnus, who says nothing, leaving it up to you.
            "I think I'll stay with Magnus."
            "Fair enough." Magnus squeezes your hand, sensing your anxiety rising. You weren't used to this kind of attention and affection. It wasn't unpleasant but it made you realize just how lonely a childhood you and Alexi had. You made a mental note to call your brother when you got home. And to return the nearly ten calls from your father. It wasn't his fault but you still couldn't deny that Greger couldn't have fixated on you if he hadn't worked with your father. All those girls would still be alive. Or maybe not. Maybe they'd still be dead.
            Magnus takes your chin and turns it to him. "Hey. Where'd you go?"
            You shake your head. "It's nothing." He raises an eyebrow but doesn't push. The darkness that passed over your face wasn't just nothing.

            Laughing, you and Magnus exchange hugs with his parents before joining hands and heading down the walk to the car. Once in the solitude of the car, you sigh heavily. "That wasn't so bad."
            "No, they loved you." The only time things got tense was when the subject of grandchildren had been brought up. You both has answered adamantly that you didn't want children. The table had fallen silent and looked amongst themselves until you and Magnus smiled at each other. Then conversation resumed. No one mentioned the kidnapping, thankfully.
            "I knew they would. He kisses your cheek then starts the car.
            "You've a really great family."
            "They're a pain in the ass sometimes."
            "No, really. Compared to what Alexi and I had, that was like picture perfect in there." You look out the window, noticing you're not heading back to his apartment. "Where are we going?"
            "You'll see." Magnus smiles slyly and swings the car into the drive for the park. As a cadet, you ran here every day. He parks the car and gets out. You glance to the back of the car then your door opens. Magnus offers you his hand. You sigh and take it, knowing full well you can get out on your own. "I was jogging here the first time I saw you outside the precinct. You had your hair on a ponytail. And your stern face on. You looked so cute and sexy. I knew I had to get to know you more."
            You lean against the hood of the car. "Magnus, it's cold."
            "Hush." He pulls a black velvet box from his pocket and kneels down on one knee. "We don't have to be anything like your family. Or mine. We can just be us. Only no legal or governing force can keep us from each other. I don't want anyone else. I never have. I want you, Nikola. Until the end." He opens the box.
            “No,” You reach down grabbing the front of his shirt, “No, no no no.” and pull him to his feet. “Don’t do that, don’t you dare do that. Not right now.” You snatch the small box away and stuff it back in his pocket before stepping back.

            He just stares at you shocked, “Niki, What the hell!?” He says not understanding. You just stare at him a moment before stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him burring your face in his chest. “Hey,” He said wrapping his arms around you went he felt you tremble, “Sweetheart.” He said holding you close stroking your hair a bit.

            You’d seemed somewhat distant during the evening when you were with his family. It was as though you felt out of place, you didn’t know how to react, how to take it all. His family was a normal family that seemed to love each other very much. They even joked around with each other, but it was always clear that they were a close family. You’d heard about such things, you’d even seen it a few times. Like the way Becky was with her husband and children. It seemed like you were watching life, the way people were supposed to be, families and just staring through a pane of glass. Watching it and not being a part of it. You’d distanced yourself from your family for so long, trying so hard to be normal. But you were realizing more and more, you weren’t normal.

            “Baby, it’s alright.” He said gently in your ear cradling your head against his shoulder holding you tighter. Then he kissed you gently several times before resting his forehead to yours embracing you against him. “Everything’s okay.” He reassures you. “If you don’t want me to do this right now, I won’t.”

            There were tears in your eyes as you nod a little bit swallowing the emotional lump in your throat. “I just want to get back to work, Magnus. I want things to go back to the way they were before. I want to catch criminals, fight the bad guys, to help people. That’s all I want to do.” Your voice broke a little at the last and he kisses your forehead cradling your head against his shoulder again.

            Magnus realized he might have been rushing things a bit. They were requiring that you go and see the force psychiatrist after everything you’d gone through but so far you had refused. You weren’t facing anything that had happened to you yet, you were doing everything you could to avoid it and deny it. Then there was Becky, who physically was tortured for quite some time. She was violated, she was mistreated, she was starved, she was cut, and injured. You had been faithful in going to see her at the hospital and her rehabilitation was coming along, but slowly. Every time you saw her, you knew she was hurt this badly, almost killed because of you and it made you sick to your stomach. You would have taken it, all of it rather than any of those girls suffer because of you.

            “Fuck me.” You say after a moment before pulling back and looking up at him. “Fuck me, please.” Magnus looked into your eyes a moment seeing how incredibly distraught you were and you just wanted it to go away.

            At once he cupped your face in his hand before grasping your jaw and devouring your lips roughly. Your hands clutched to the front of his shirt as his hand moved down the front of your blouse finding the hem and jerking it upwards. The kiss broke as he roughly captured your breasts in his hands massaging and squeezing them before leaning down and biting your nipple through your bra. You close your eyes leaning your head back as your hand slid into his long blond locks clutching slightly. After another moment he pulls your shirt up the rest of the way taking it off over your head and tossing it to the ground before snatching your body against him and greedily consuming your mouth once more. He wasn’t going to strip you completely bare, you were police officers after all and even though you were alone in this secluded place, you really didn’t need to be taken in on indecent exposure charges right now.

            Your fingers move down his shirt opening the buttons and pushing it open baring his chest. You lean down pressing your teeth to his skin as his hands clutch to your shoulders holding you against him. Almost growling at the feel of your mouth on him. Reaching out he put his hand on the hood of his car. It was still warm but not too hot. His hands slide into your hair and grips pulling your head back as he looks down into your eyes, and tastes your lips once more.

            After a moment, Magnus breaks the kiss and turns you around bending you over the hood of the car laying you flat. His hands move down your body stroking your skin before pulling up your skirt to your hips. Grabbing your panties he rips them off with one hard jerk before sliding his fingers inside of you finding you wet and anxious. Positioning you a bit better he releases himself from his jeans and with one hard thrust enters you completely causing you to moan at the sensation. He rests there for a moment before wrapping his strong arm around your middle and pulling you up against his body. Your knees on the bumper of the car as he holds you tight to him. He begins to thrust inside of you roughly, over and over as your eyes close and your head leans back against his shoulder, reaching up and sliding your hand into his hair.

            His movements become harder and rougher as his hand slides down your abdomen and between your legs as he strokes your quivering sex continuing to thrust deep within. You loved this, you loved being able to get lost in him, the way he made you feel, the way he made you feel safe and protected. He grit his teeth thrusting a bit harder than before, pounding within you feeling the way the tip of his cock pressed hard against your cervix, hitting the deep hidden nerve cluster that made your legs shake and took your breath away.

            Several more hard thrusts and you nearly screamed with the body shaking orgasm that followed. He kept his movements steady as you writhed and quivered in his grasp against his body. Before long another burst of pleasure shook you from head to toe. This time Magnus joined you bursting deep inside your body filling your womb with his hot seed crying out at the sensation as he quivered and twitched deep within you. Cumming inside of you was something he wanted to do and desired more and more. Something he had been extremely careful his entire life not to do with anyone else on purpose.

            Your eyes closed suffering the aftershocks he held you tighter, and kissed your neck and your cheek wrapping his other arm around you just holding you as if for dear life never wanting to let you go. Your arms folded over his, wanting him to hold you like this always.
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