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[rosebyanyother]

"Morrigan Prince. I'm afraid I'm too busy to answer at the moment, but leave a message and I promise to respond as soon as I'm able."

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[compellingstatement]

Would you be willing to suffer through a dinner party with me?
I'll owe you a significant favor.
And kisses.
An astronomical amount of kisses.

[He sends along the invitation.]

I'm only planning to stay long enough to be polite.
Dr. McCoy still seems to be under the mistaken impression we're friends.
I respect the work he's doing.
I plan to attend for that.

[rosebyanyother]

Well, he certainly is persistent, I'll give him that. I think I spoke to him at least over a year ago about his trying to be your friend and not seeming to do a very good job at it.
Maybe two years.

But yes, I'll come with you. No favor needed.
Unless it's truly awful and then I might hold you to it.

[compellingstatement]

I've no idea who else is coming.
It might well be awful.
Well, I know Temple will be there.
He's Dr. McCoy's contract partner.
Have you ever spoken with him?

[rosebyanyother]

I haven't.
Though I think I know vaguely who he is. Young, isn't he?

[compellingstatement]

Is he?
Well, the good doctor is a bleeding heart.
Some sort of protective instinct, I shouldn't wonder.

Satinalia gift delivery!

[wolfehawke]

[ When Morrigan next checks the mail at his apartment, there's an inexpertly wrapped gift waiting for him. Inside the brown paper is a soft leather roll that could be easily stuck in a boot or interior pocket. It contains a handsome set of brass lockpicks, each one with a little crown stamped on the handle end.

Also included is a small note in Wolfe's steady if sloped handwriting. ]

Happy Satinalia, to the only Prince whose position I care to recognize.

- Wolfe

a delivery on December 20th

[the_fairest_flower]

[A delivery appears for Peter, accompanied by a note:]

Dear Morrigan -

Tonight is supposed to be the longest, darkest night. When the sun comes up in the morning, the days will get longer from then on. You are one of the lights in my life, my dear. You are one of the people who make the winter bearable.

Always,
Jamie

[In the package:]

- An underbust corset
- Shoes
- A small potted plant of blooming honeysuckle growing on a little trellis with a note that says: For the affection and devotion you have from me. It won't die, I promise.

Delivered on Dec 25th

[compellingstatement]

[Peter's house is Jon's first stop on Christmas day when he's out delivering presents. There's a nice envelope atop the box he leaves for the other man. The package is wrapped in shiny silver paper and contains a few items:

• Some very fancy teas;
  
• A set of earrings that look like little silver stiletto knives;
  
• A bottle that looks like it's from the Supermarket in Insincerity called 'Now You Don't See Me' and promises one hour of invisibility; and
  
• An ornate-looking key.

The letter reads as follows:]

Dear Morrigan,

Thank you for keeping me close this year through every trial and hardship. My door is always open to you. That key is a master for my house and the Switch Street building. Use it whenever you need it.

Love,
Jon

thread continuation for Amelia

[rosebyanyother]

It doesn't take Peter very long to bypass the code on the doors - the system is hardly designed for master thieves, only ordinary ones - and push them open just a hair.

Then it's time to retrieve Amelia.

He approaches the pair of guards from behind perfectly silently. As he comes up on them, he does hear the tail end of what the male guard has in store for Amelia and - while holding eye contact with Amelia - tips his head towards him with a gesture of his hand at the same time at her. The man is hers to handle. (Though Peter does mouth "incapacitate", hoping and trusting that Amelia will understand that he doesn't want a fatality.) When she indicates her understanding, Peter nods and holds up three fingers. Two.

One.

None. He's slipping up behind the woman, wrapping one arm around her midsection and a hand around her throat, compressing sharply.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Killing would be preferred, but Amelia's not one to disobey her Crested's direct order. She nods and waits for him to grab his guard, using the choking sound she makes as the necessary distraction to catch the other's mouth with her hand. Before he can throw it off and give her any commands, she swings around behind him, kicks out his knees to force him down, then puts her free arm around his neck. It's an effort to keep him pinned long enough to force enough air from his lungs, but she is determined. Morrigan wants him incapacitated, and she's going to do that.

After a full minute of the man struggling against her and failing to toss her off, he finally collapses, his weight falling into the rogue with a roll of his eyes. Amelia exhales a relieved breath, then grins up at her friend, still holding the guard around the neck. It's easier than holding him about his barrel chest.

"Where shall we stow them while we work? I have handkerchiefs we can use for gags, if you want the extra precaution."

[rosebyanyother]

In the meantime, Peter has managed to also choke the guard he's attending to into unconciousness. He's got an arm around her waist now to hold her up, and he smiles down at Amelia as she grins up at him.

"Yes, I think gags are a very good idea. We'll drag them into the store with us, I think."

That way, they can keep an eye on them if they happen to stir before they're done.

[rogueinladysclothing]

Amelia nods and follows Peter into the store, dragging the guard behind her by his ankles. If the brute wasn't so wide chested, he might have gotten a nicer drag. She'll shed no tears for the headache he'll have from hitting his head on the doorframe and several display stands while getting him inside the store.

It's easy work to get the guards gagged and shoved into a pile in a corner, at which point the rogue binds their hands with pieces of the largest guard's shirt. He won't be needing it for a time anyway. That done, she turns to Peter once more, dusting her hands off with a satisfied grin.

"Where shall we start?" She gestures around to the multiple display cases of knives. Some are purely for show, others very utilitarian. There's some few that seem to be a mix of both. As Crested, he gets the first choice, though. "I don't usually have a mind for display pieces, but I could very well make an exception for one or two they have in here. I could always use more knives for every day use, too, of course."

thread continuation for Jon

[rosebyanyother]

(from here)

The fact that this is something like the last time they were intimate is....touching, in a way. Peter smiles and nods, giving Jon another kiss.

"I think that sounds very nice. And of course, whatever you're comfortable with."

[compellingstatement]

He relaxes into the kiss, relief washing through him for the agreement. Peter is someone safe to work this out with, even if his guilt is telling him it's asking too much when he only ever wants this with aphrodisiacs, and his paranoia is warning him he won't be able to watch for more danger if he's busy sucking a man off.

Jon takes a breath and rests his hands on Peter's thigh, stroking along it as he considers his words. "Right. Could you just- If anyone tries to come into the room, you'll stop them, right? I'd like this to be private. As private as anything can be in this godforsaken city." Which isn't terribly, but he can dream, certainly.

"Our time together belongs to us. I don't care for interruptions."