"This doesn't make any sense," Marcus said, shaking his head.

"Yes it does," Stella argued, tapping her tablet to pause the show. "They're best friends."

"Okay, but the one with the pink hair is kind of terrible," Marcus said honestly. "Blue hair is basically just constantly picking up pink hair's mess and why? What does pink ever do for her? We've watched six episodes and I haven't seen pink hair be a good friend once."

"You just don't understand women," Stella said dismissively, hitting play again. Marcus frowned and muttered about understanding women just fine but settled back in against the side of Stella's car seat and continued watching the show in silence.

Mila was looking back at them from the front seat with a smile. Marcus could be such a pain in the ass with her but the way he was with Stella warmed her heart.

"He's good with her," Terry said quietly.

"I know," Mila said, facing forward, watching the snow fall against the windshield as Terry drove. "We're almost there, right? I have to pee so bad."

"Yeah, we're almost there," Terry nodded. "I say we get takeout tonight. It's been a long drive, Stella's tired and really wants to try authentic Chicago pizza. Tomorrow I'll hit the grocery store before her appointment and get our usual stuff."

"I'll never say no to pizza," Mila agreed. "I'll get Stella ready to go while you're gone tomorrow. I'll get her list of medications together, make sure she has everything in her bag, and have her all bundled up."

"We should charge the tablet tonight," Terry said. "She's going to have to sit there for hours and I'm not sure what it'll look like, if there'll be something for her to do or what, but we should definitely bring the tablet and that coloring book she's all obsessed with right now."

"Yeah and we stopped at the store and got her some more coloring books so she has plenty," Mila nodded. Terry was thrown off by her use of 'we'. Mila had never spoken about anyone as a unit with her. It was going to take some getting used to.

Terry followed the GPS to the Air BnB, slowing the car to a stop in front of the house. He glanced back to tell Stella to get her gloves and hat on but Marcus was already pulling the hat over her head and had the gloves nearby.

"Thanks, Marcus," Mila said.

Marcus nodded and got Stella bundled before opening the car door and getting out, and reaching in for Stella and her oxygen tank. He lifted her out of the car and set her on his shoulders, holding her oxygen tank with one hand and her leg with the other so he could pass warmth through her. Terry panicked for a minute at Stella being out in the cold before he had a chance to make sure she was all covered but Mila grabbed his arm. "Relax. He knows how important it is and I promise he's making sure she's warm."

Terry sighed but let it go and got out of the car, rushing to the door to get it unlocked for Stella to get inside. He found the key where the instructions said it was hidden in a fake rock, then got the door open. He glanced back, seeing Stella with her face up to the sky and her tongue out, trying to catch snowflakes as she gave Marcus instructions on where to go so she could catch them. He overdramatized every turn until Stella was giggling like a maniac and for a second, Terry felt happy to see her happy, even if the cold was concerning to him.

"Come on, let's get her inside," Terry called out. "It's cold."

"But I'm so warm!" Stella said. "This must be the warmest coat ever. I'm not even a little cold."

"I'm glad to hear it, Stell, but we still need to get inside," Terry said.

"Fine," Stella sighed. Marcus carried her over, ducking down to get her inside so she wouldn't hit her head.

Terry stayed with Stella to check her oxygen levels and temperature like he did regularly for the health diary he had to take to all Stella's appointments. Mila ran to the bathroom and intended to get everything from the car after, but when she came out she found Marcus already walking in, carrying practically everything in one trip. She tried not to stare as he set the bags down, the way his muscles flexed under the shirt that did nothing to hide his incredible body. Apparently he didn't get cold so a coat wasn't necessary and Mila wasn't complaining, but it did take a lot of effort to look away and unfortunately she didn't before Marcus noticed. His little smirk told her he knew she was checking him out and she huffed in annoyance while Terry and Stella were oblivious to the small exchange. Terry was too occupied checking Stella then ordering a pizza. Despite Stella's insistence she wasn't tired, she fell asleep on the couch shortly after Terry got her coloring books out.

"Why don't you two get settled?" Terry suggested, laying a blanket over Stella. "I'm going to let her sleep until dinner gets here."

"Okay," Mila agreed, picking up one of the bags and heading to the bedroom her and Marcus would be sharing. Sharing because they had to put up the front of a couple and that meant there was one room, and one bed.

Marcus closed the door and set his bag on the dresser, eyeing the bed that looked rather old.

"I hope that thing's sturdier than it looks or it's not going to last long."

"Shut up and get settled," Mila said, rolling her eyes. She dropped her bag in the corner and opened it up, pulling out pajamas then leaving it there as she headed to the bathroom to change.

"Are you not going to put your clothes away?" Marcus asked.

"What for?"

"We'll be here a month."

"So?"

Marcus sighed in annoyance and walked over, picked up her bag and carried it to the dresser. "Your disorganization drives me fucking insane."

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," Mila shrugged.

She went in the bathroom and got changed. For the first time in a long time, as she stared in the mirror, she almost wished she had her makeup bag. She dismissed the thought and rolled her eyes at herself for even thinking it. She didn't need to look pretty for anyone and definitely didn't need to get dolled up when she was putting on pajamas. It was just a small part of her wanted Marcus to notice but she was too embarrassed to admit that to herself.

She came out of the bathroom and found Marcus putting away her clothes, his already neatly folded in the dresser. He glanced back and held up a pair of black, lacey underwear. "These ones. Wear these ones."

"Pervert," Mila said, narrowing her eyes at him and snatching the underwear out of his hands. "What makes you think I'm going to wear something pretty for you?"

"Well, I did find you packed this," he said, holding out the vibrator he'd left at her desk that day. That stupid smirk came back and Mila couldn't tell if she found it sexy or she wanted to slap that cocky look off his face. "Seems like you were hoping for something to happen."

"Did you find condoms in there?" Mila asked, setting her hands on her hips. "Because I don't know if you noticed this, but that's for me to use on myself, by myself, without you. If I wanted something to happen, I would've brought condoms."

"Nah, I don't think so," Marcus said, sliding the dresser shut and tossing the vibrator around in his hands. "I don't do condoms. It's too much fun to fill someone up with your cum. I could show you," he said, gesturing to the bed. "Bend over and you'll see what I mean."

"Funny," Mila said, narrowing her eyes.

"I also don't know where you get the idea I can't use toys on you," Marcus said, leaning back against the dresser. "You clearly haven't had fun partners in the past."

"Please, I've had plenty of very fun partners," Mila said, crossing her arms. "They were just so good they didn't need help from a toy, but if you do, hey," she said, putting her hands up in surrender, "no judgment."

Marcus narrowed his eyes at her, his gaze drifting up and down her body hidden only with pajamas he could easily rip off. His eyes came back to hers and he pushed off the dresser, stepping up to her until she backed into the wall.

"Have you tried it?" Marcus asked, holding up the vibrator.

"No," Mila answered, her cheeks warming.

"Why not?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. "Do you need help learning how to handle it?"

Mila bit down on her lip and shrugged. Marcus lifted the vibrator, switching the very obvious power switch to the 'on' setting. "I can show you how it works," he said, dropping it down to her inner thigh, the vibration running against her skin making her clench.

"You sure you know how?" Mila asked, a challenge in her eyes Marcus did not miss.

He brought the vibrator up between her legs quickly and Mila gasped, her nails scraping against the wall while she started fisting her hands as he pressed the vibrator against her clit through her pajamas. Her eyes slid shut and her breaths came out shallow as he rubbed it against her. A quiet whimper escaped and she slowly opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. He kept eye contact as he pulled the vibrator away and hooking his fingers in her pajama bottoms.

Mila licked her lips, feeling even more heated because his eyes never left hers as he tugged the pants down. The vibrator came back, teasingly along her hips before he moved it down into her pants. Mila let out a small moan, biting on her lip to keep it quiet as he rubbed her with the vibrator. The sensation from all the motions had her building quickly, at least she tried to tell herself that's what it was and not because those dark, haunting eyes were still holding her captive, unfaltering and completely calm, as if he wasn't getting her off with a toy.

The quiet whimpers became difficult to keep quiet when he slid the vibrator into her underwear, down to her pussy, getting it coated in her excitement before bringing it back up, right against her clit.

Mila clamped her hand over her mouth as she moaned. Marcus watched her come apart, her brows furrowing, her body arching towards him, the gentle movement of her hips as she grinded against the vibrator. He felt himself growing as he watched her. Every sound and movement, every heave of her tits as her breath quickened had him getting so hard he wanted to throw the vibrator to the side and shove himself inside her.

"You sure you're not an incubus?" Mila whimpered quietly, glad she had the wall for support as her thighs started to quiver.

"Sex demons are way too glorified," Marcus said, bracing one hand on the wall over her shoulder and leaning in as he applied more pressure that had her sucking in a shaky breath, her lips parting as she let out a quiet moan. "They just get right into it. They don't know shit about building anticipation."

Mila clamped her hand over her mouth again as the orgasm hit her. She grabbed onto Marcus's shoulder for support as she came, her pussy clenching repeatedly, part of her wishing she was clenching on him. She looked up at him breathlessly and those eyes haunted her again, not letting her get away until a doorbell rang and broke the spell.

"Pizza's here!" Terry called out.

"He's right we need to eat," Marcus said, lifting the vibrator to his lips, licking off her juices. "Not sure we're talking about the same kind of hunger or meal, though."

"You're insane," Mila breathed, letting her hands fall away from him, swallowing at the feel of his muscles under her hands. She reluctantly brought her eyes to his and he smiled, setting the vibrator down and reaching for the doorknob.

"You must be too then, because we both know you want more," he said before opening the door and walking out, leaving Mila standing there still trying to catch her breath.