By the time they reached his place, Galvin felt invigorated by his lengthy walk. The others silent trekking behind him left him alone with his thoughts. He turned once again to Ambrosia and pity flooded him. Rolling his eyes he grabbed the man by his arm and guided him into his apartment. Once inside he lead the man to his couch and pushed him down before going to his kitchen and retrieving a drink. He abandoned Ambrosia with the water in his hands to see that his dog get properly cared for.

he was grateful for the rest and the drink though he had no intention on telling the man that when he returned. as far as he was concerned not only was it pyce's fault he was tired the other was too inconsiderate to even make sure he was alright. still breathing heavily he took sparing sips of the drink and waited for pyce to return

Once his dog was happily feed and rolling around his blankets, Galvin turned his attention to his guest. He folded his arms over his chest. "If you are that tired from a little walk I guess we can call it a night here." His face held a gleam of bemusement. "You are welcome to call your driver." He on the other hand had other plans. He walked across the room to his wardrobe and began to shift through various garments.

he was angry with pyce's snarky attitude and growled his frustration. "you are an asshole. why did we come here if you are just going to weasel out of the rest of this....date?"

He scoffed "Says the man that kidnapped me and then bitched about my dog." He strolled across the room and picked up a towel from his bed. "You said either the bear or my dog. I choose my dog. You didn't have to follow me, I considered out date to be over when you made me choose." Galvin walked into the bathroom "Make sure you lock the bottom lock when you leave."

he did not hear the door close and taking advantage of it slowly hefted himself back to his feet and stripping as he went wandered in to get the rest of the night owed to him. slipping in he lost the last of his clothes and pushed through the curtain where he found his prize rinsing off the sweat and grime and grease, happily he pressed his lips to the wet neck though that was most all of what he could manage and tiredly he used the wall to help support him. "i got lost"

It was half expected the other would come. His body relaxed at the kiss and slowly he turned to face the man. Galvin wanted to kick him out but something about his tired eager face made him endearing. Draping one arm around Ambrosia's neck he pulled him under the water. The other arm went for his side. He began rubbing his soap covered cloth in small smooth circles along the pale flesh. “Stalker.” He said before returning the mans kiss.

the gentleness was unexpected as well as the sweetness of the kiss and he made an effort to break free of the touch though pyce was not taking no for an answer though as soon as the grip tightened into something more familiar he had no more need to struggle. "i am not a child, i don't need you to bathe me or to cuddle."

Galvin grinned “Even if its what I want? I will not have sex with some one who is dirty.” He dropped the rag and pulled Ambrosia close for another kiss.

the grin gave away the man's game more than the kiss, when they broke apart he had a smile of his own. "only because it is your day though," he paused, "we are never walking more than twenty feet at a time again. you may wash me galvin pyce but i will never be anything but dirty"

“Then you need another form of exercise.” He stared into the grey eyes serious for a brief moment. “I enjoy movement as much as you hate being bored.” He did not want to reach down and find the cloth. Instead with one nimble jump, Galvin managed to wrap his legs around the others slippery midsection.

his feet and legs protested the weight but the rest of him was pleased with the turn of events and swallowing the pain he turned enough to push pyce's back into the tiles. "now you are just trying to get revenge for last week"

His mind was driven blank but a sly smile hid it. "A break from the usual routine is nice." his hips glided over Ambrosia letting the other know he was ready to pay his rent.

he woke before the sun could rise and the bricks looked faded and dull in the hazy pre-dawn light but for once the drive to go take his place at his grandmother's feet with the other dogs he was forced to call his family was not there. he wanted to spend a sunday morning away from sneaky cousins and an old woman whose love dried up over the most trivial youthful mistake. frowning at the thought he twisted around so he was facing the sleeping man and shook him awake. "go back to sleep we are cuddling"

Galvin mustered a daze growl that his sleep was being disrupted. He blinked sheepishly before drifting back into a slumber.

he did not fall back asleep although he dozed until the phone went off and in a hushed tone he let the driver know not to bother picking him up until the time he would have been leaving maia's and to let his sister know today would be his day

In his sleep he heard the phone ring frantically. Eventually that same frantic noise was mimicked in knocking. Rolling from beneath the warm blankets he walked over to the door. He looked through the peep hole seeing some one that was dressed like Ambrosia's driver. He unlatched one bolt of his door and peeked out. "Madame Garagin its waiting." The man spoke into the room before checking his wrist for the time. Raising his head he gave Galvin a dangerously jaded look.

he growled as galvin left to answer the door. not even fifteen minutes and already the leash tightened. not bothering with clothes he rose as well and standing tall came up behind pyce to speak to maia's thug. "i am bringing a guest i need time to dress, wait for me downstairs"

His sociological notes on vampires seemed to be expanding with each day he spent with Ambrosia. “Have I ever mentioned how strange your family is?” He said following the other back into the his apartment as the man wondered around for his things. Shaking his head, Galvin walked over to his wardrobe and fished out the clothing he borrowed from their first encounter. He tossed it to Ambrosia, assuring him it was clean. His own clothes seemed strangely under class for a meeting with the Garagins, but he was going regardless. The fully dressed pair made it outside where there was not the usual Maybach but something more grand, that spoke volumes of the Madame Garagin.

as soon as he saw the jaguar he wanted to spit. leave it to granny to make him ride in the only car as old as her. leading pyce to the back seat he shoved the man in and followed after. "listen to me, you are nell, only nell, if she does not already know your last name there is no need to supply it, shut up look sharp and for the love of god satan allah and buddha don't talk to people. i want to piss her off for refusing me not sign away my chances at leaving the place with money to my name"

He felt like he was going into a class room, for the first day and the teacher spontaneously decided to give a pop quiz. "Alright Ambrosia." His hand smoothed over the natural curls in his head, flattening them into a braid. Galvin pulled off his glasses and fished out his wallet. Unzipping the coin area he pulled out a pair of contacts, masking his normal grey eyes in a shroud of green. "I will be a good pet for you." He turned towards the other with a smile on his lips and kissed him on his cheek.

she was angry so very angry. that brat had decided today he would grow a spine and she would have none of it. sending out a car she had her boys go grab the child and bring him back while the other brats all waited like salivating dogs for any scraps of affection she would give. she tapped her fingers along the arm of the chair and waited

Yet more notes to add to his mental list. The woman exuded power with each scale tap of her fingers. His eyes shifted from the head of the table to the others until it paused on Susan. Her painted mask was not shattered by surprise as they entered but something said she remembered him, if only known as the idiot. The numerous others made no objections as the chairs were cascaded down and a place was made for the uninvited guest. Galvin let his eyes rest on the head of the family. Rigidly, she sat with her fingers continuing to make the condescending taps.. She was thin but sturdy, and under the waves of age that drooped from her face. Grey eyes locked on to each other and Galvin... Nell fought to look away with out making waves. Many times he caught himself as they traveled back.

he wasn't certain how she was taking pyce. on the one hand she let him sit at the table, on the other the silence was dragging on painfully long. quietly he went to go make her scotch and water while she gathered herself for the violent barrage he was certain she was going to unleash on him and the others for this trespass on her sunday

Their eye dance was interrupted by Galvin taking his seat next to another more brunette red head. He folded his hands into his lips and took up his hobby of mentally cataloging the others with in the family while sparing a few glances at the madame.

she did not speak until the glass was in her hand and in that time each and every one of them were twisting and twisting in their seats, even ambrosia's little fledgling friend seemed somewhat wound from the nerves around the room. "welcome to my home pyce, how is your father doing these days?"

Galvin shook his head showing the woman a smile. “He Is alive, preaching, there isn't much that can move a mountain. How is your brother?” He moved a little making room so that Ambrosia could sit down beside him.

she leered softly. "better off i would think than yours"

The other bid him not to speak but he just could not help himself. "I suppose, but time is the ultimate grim reaper." The woman merely joviality laughed and literally told him to get the fuck out of her house. He laid his hand over Ambroisa's out of the sight of the family and turned to Ambrosia and was met with the fierce eyes. Galvin's lips captured by Ambrosia's sedating him while his body yielded to the familiar kiss. Just as quickly as its started, the other broke away leaving Galvin hungry for more. He fought against doing anything brash remembering that it was not just him at stake.

she watched as the pyce child let her grandson kiss him and felt disgusted with both of them. when he at least had the brains not to drag it out and pushed the child towards the door she rewarded him by dismissing the rest of them so he could take the tongue-lashing without being publicly humiliated again

Unlike with the ride over, Galvin was left to his own devices to get home. He now knew who the mysterious Maia was though he did not like that his family had ties with such a woman. His feet led him to a near by burger joint where he got breakfast and made a few calls.

he knew something was wrong the moment he answered the door and looked up into stormy gray eyes. the man generally ate lunch with his family on sundays and never made a habit of skipping. quickly he stepped aside to let leavu in

He did not like it but it was work, and no matter how much he wanted his boss assured him he would have to work at least one Saturday of the month. Galvin held some small hope that his lunch comments to the elder Garagin, ruined any illusion that he was Nell. He smoothed his fingers over the red pencil skirt tucking a pencil inside the bun. The undergarments were the worse part to get used to, the delicate trappings of a woman made him itch and was often too tight. His sporadic thrusting movements usually ruined the garments. He growled leaving from behind the back stage. By now he was also used to the shiny red pumps. He paced his way across the room against wolf whistles and cat calls to the bar. He'd serve drinks to the booths until he found some one that wanted to pay for a dance.

he was a little irked when earlier in the week pyce let him know that he would be working and he would have to wait an extra day. only the promise of a surprise kept him from strong-arming the other. he sulked, at least he had found something to do on short notice, even if it was just loitering at a strip bar and eating barbecued meats

One of the 'girls' rushed pass Galvin urging him to take over her section of the club. 'She' had gotten a request for a private dance. He was left with an order of wine coolers and wings. He walked over to the table ceremoniously putting the food down. "I am sorry but your Maid had to go clean up some one elses pants." He felt little need for tact among the customers most of them "Is there anything else, you need an education on?" He said pulling his pen from a breast pocket and clicking it. "Or more food?"

looking up his face blossomed into one of joy. "well fuck me sideways i did not know you were a school-marm on the side, no wonder you didn't want me to know, you kinky bastard"

"You fucker!" He said reeling in his shock. Quickly he glanced around the room making sure there were no eyes on him. He reached over the table grabbing Ambrosia by the fabric of his shirt. "What are you doing here?" He spoke in a hushed frantic whisper. "I swear if you followed me, and if you get me fired again I will kill you."

he grinned at the words. "no, just lucky as hell, even fate says you belong to me." following his words with a wink he fished out a crumpled bill, he did not bother to see what it was. "now teach me a lesson teacher"

The shame was written on his face but well hidden by strobe lights. He growled and ripped the money from Ambrosia's fingers, before fully crawling on the table between them on his hands and knees. “My name is Ms Pizzle, I can teach you how to dance...” His fingers released his clothing a little. “ or I could teach the importance of friction?”

the sight coupled with pyce's anger and shame pleased and aroused him all at once, leaning back he let himself get comfortable. "i did poorly in science miss pizzle, let's go with the second one"