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Post by Natalie Eden on Jun 29, 2018 11:47:30 GMT -5
His comment about her eyes brought a small smile to her face. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.” It seemed like they were really on the same wavelength tonight. Even more so than they’d always been. She liked to think it was because they were growing closer. That was certainly how she felt. They didn’t often get a chance to spend time together, but each time it happened that feeling was always there. Tonight was obviously a huge leap forward in that sense, but that potential had been there from the beginning.
A closet the size of her entire bedroom, plus some? Holy shit. “Nothing crazy, huh?” she said with a laugh, referring to his statement earlier when he’d first pitched the idea of them staying together. Her apartment wasn’t large by any stretch of the imagination, but still. If all her clothes and shoes already fit (mostly) in her current closet, what the hell was she going to do with this new one? And, for that matter, just how big was the bedroom going to be? The answers were actually pretty obvious if she just stopped to think about it for a second. First, she would obviously just have to do some more shopping so the closet wouldn’t look bare. Second, probably at least the size of her living room. Maybe even larger. She really wasn’t high maintenance enough to need that much space, but she also wasn’t going to sneeze at it. As long as she wasn’t the one who was expected to clean the place, of course. A house as big as he seemed to be talking about would need its own cleaning crew to roll by at least once a week.
That brought up another interesting question in her mind. With this most recent development, would they be...sharing a room? She certainly wouldn’t mind, even if that would probably be considered as going too fast by most people on the outside. They knew nothing about the situation, though. It was just hard to tell what Marc was thinking sometimes, and she didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. Not when he was already coming out of his shell so much. She didn’t want to take the chance of pushing too hard. It was important for her to be patient and let him lead, but it was so difficult sometimes. There was so much more she wanted to know about him. The journalist in her probably wouldn’t be satisfied until she knew every detail. If the rest of the world got to watch the Marc Solomon movie, she wanted to be one of the few who read the novel.
In response to his question and wry look, Natalie laughed again. “To be fair, you really amped up the sales pitch. How’s a girl supposed to say no to that? So don’t look so damn smug...”
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Post by The Nightwalker on Jul 27, 2018 18:15:21 GMT -5
Within the relatively short time that these two had known each other, there was no question in Marc's mind that Natalie was someone he could trust. It was rare anymore for him to be able to believe that. But Natalie, she was something else entirely. Tonight had been the culmination of their subtle, and not so subtle, flirtations since they'd met. Memories flooded his mind. Their first meeting, how he'd knocked out a poor cop three times. The heel she'd broken over one of the thugs. The mayor's gala and the suit he'd created for her, her driving his car. She wasn't the damsel in distress, and he was okay with that. He was happy with that.
"No, nothing crazy," Marc answered with a laugh of his own. "If you think that's crazy, you should have seen my old house in Mooncrest." By no means was Marc high maintenance, and neither was his wife before. But his wealth had to be spent somehow. That old saying was true....you can't take your money to the grave with you. So he'd spent it in the best way that he'd known how, a shelter for his family. His family, people who he would take care of, who would never want for anything. After all this time, all the nights of wondering if he'd ever recover from that loss, tonight he was sure that he would. Natalie....she was his family now. "But no, nothing crazy at all." He gave a sly smirk. If she thought the closet was crazy, just wait until she saw the rest of the house. "Of course the closet connects to our room. Right now it has what little bit of clothes that I have in a small corner of it. But the rest of it will be yours to fill up. Plenty of space for shoes," he said with a smirk.
"Smug? Me? Did I really amp it up that much?" He couldn't help but smile now. He was glad she was coming around. And he was sure she'd be happy with the decision once she actually saw the house. "Of course, there's a small, um, extra space, hidden in the house, for my extracurricular things." Of course there, was, but he rarely used that room, preferring to keep his business as the Nightwalker confined away from his home. But he had not yet set up much here in Sapphire City. "Well, I'm glad you're having problems saying no," he said with a smile.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Aug 31, 2018 23:41:50 GMT -5
The fact that he even teased the idea that a closet that big wasn’t crazy meant he had way more money than he knew what to do with. She knew a lot of it went toward his activities as The Nightwalker, but obviously there was still plenty left over even after that. Enough for him to buy a mansion in a town he didn’t normally reside in. Maybe that meant he was planning to spend more time here now. Natalie very much liked that idea. She didn’t dare hope that he was planning to stay here for good, though. The headquarters of his company was still in Mooncrest, after all. His time would always be somewhat split. While she might wish that weren’t the case, it was nowhere near a deal-breaker for her. If this was really something that was going to work between the two of them, no amount of time or distance would ruin things.
‘Our room’. So he did mean for the two of them to share. Well, he wasn’t afraid of commitment, that was for damned sure. She smiled. “Well if that closet is bigger than this room, I’m almost worried I don’t have enough shoes and clothes and the poor closet will feel lonely and empty.” There was always the option to do more shopping, especially since half of her income would no longer be spent on rent once she moved in with him, but that wasn’t really her style. She was in the public eye, so a lot of her wardrobe had been purchased to keep up appearances. When things started to get a little threadbare or faded she donated them and purchased new clothes, but in general she wasn’t the kind of woman who just shopped for the hell of it. Not unless she was stressed out and doing a little retail therapy, anyway.
“Umm… yeah. You should see the proud smirk on your face right now,” she said with a giggle. The smile on her face didn’t even fade when he mentioned his secret activities. She just nodded. “I mean, I figured that would pretty much go without saying.” That side of his life, that equipment and persona, were never very far away. Even when he was out on the town. Of course he would have some space in his home designed specifically for that purpose. “So how soon do you close on the place? I technically am supposed to give my landlord at least 30 days’ notice.” So she would have to pay one more month of rent, and could technically occupy this apartment during that whole time. If he wanted her to move her things in sooner, though, she wouldn’t object. Just because the place would be hers for another month didn’t mean she had to keep her stuff here - or sleep here - that whole time.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Oct 6, 2018 8:01:08 GMT -5
If there really was a God, and though Marc didn't believe that there was anymore, he would believe that this woman had been sent just for him. Everything from before had to have just been a test, a test of his willpower and his strength. Part of him wondered....had he failed? Was he supposed to just move on and accept what had happened? Bad things happened to good people, that was the way of it. It didn't matter that it wasn't fair. If there really was a God, then how could he let that be? Despite these thoughts in his head, Marc's smile never faded. Staring into those beautiful eyes, he was simply lost. He laughed about her comment on her shoes and clothes getting lonely. "It's not that much bigger than this room, but it is bigger." He knew that it wouldn't really matter to her, but it wasn't like she couldn't buy more. She was with one of the most wealthy men on the planet now.
Still, all of that was secondary to what they had. What she had brought him was that elusive peace of mind that he just couldn't find before. No matter how many gangsters and evil men that he bloodied or killed, he had not really gotten any closer to finding the man, or woman, who'd killed his daughter. He'd always believed that there would be no peace for him until he did. Clearly, he was wrong. That anger still burned inside of him, though. Just because he was happy with someone didn't mean that he was going to abandon the vow he'd made to avenge little Rosalind. The nights he took off would just be so much easier now, not tear filled, not agonizing.
He laughed again when she mentioned the proud smirk on his face. A simple shrug was all he could muster, then a quick kiss. He nodded after, when she said she'd figured he would have to continue as the Nightwalker. Just now, he was going to have to be better at it. Not really better, but more prepared, more cautious. Now, he had something to come home to, someone who would miss him if the worst case scenario came to pass. But that was something to think about later, not while he had the beautiful woman stradled across him. "It's not far off, a couple of weeks. Yeah, of course. It's the right thing to do. It will take a while to fully furnish the place too, so we have time." For the first time in a while he believed that.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Nov 9, 2018 19:52:55 GMT -5
Natalie wasn’t that worried about the closet or the house. She was sure it would be fancy but tasteful. Marc was far from the garish type. His taste was excellent. Obviously, if he’d chosen to be with her. Not that the blonde thought she was god’s gift to men or anything, but she knew she had her shit together. A successful career, not too bad in the looks department, a fun personality… There was a difference between being confident and being stuck up. Natalie was definitely the former. Nothing wrong with knowing when you were a catch. Just like the man upon whose lap she was currently sitting. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. But no one knew about the real Marc except for her and his executive assistant. How many other women could he have been truly honest with in this way? It was easy for her to see why he’d chosen to stay single.
“Okay, sounds perfect. Plenty of time to pack.” Though she wasn’t sure how much of her stuff she was really going to want to bring apart from her clothes and toiletries. The furniture could be sold or donated, since he was apparently planning to have the place furnished before they moved in. Less for her to worry about, for sure, and some lucky person was going to get a loft full of simple but stylish and EXTREMELY comfortable furniture. She was sure whatever Marc picked would be great. There was one way to make sure, though. “I could help you pick out stuff, if you want.” He probably had a bunch of interior decorators who were drooling all over themselves trying to get his business. Though she did kinda have to wonder who he’d gotten to build out that extra little hidden space for his Nightwalker stuff. Eh. She wasn’t that worried about it. There was undoubtedly someone he trusted to do that kind of thing for him. Assuming it wasn’t just a hidden room that already existed that he was planning to re-purpose.
Their relationship had really rocketed forward tonight. From close friends to lovers and soon-to-be roommates all in a matter of hours. It probably wouldn’t seem real to her until at least tomorrow. Maybe longer. But if it wasn’t real, she fully intended to enjoy every second of this dream. “Well, I don’t know about you but I’m even hungrier now than I was before, so I’m gonna turn the lasagna back on.” They’d worked up quite the appetite, after all. Giving him one last, lingering kiss, she slipped off his lap and grabbed a little silk kimono that she wrapped around her nude form on her way back out to the kitchen.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Feb 2, 2019 8:37:57 GMT -5
Marc knew that Natalie carried herself with confidence. It was honestly part of what attracted him to her so much. Never mind that she was gorgeous, driven and damn near as stubborn as him, she knew she was a good thing. And he knew she was too. Still, that confidence didn't even stray that fine line. She wasn't arrogant or flippant at all, she just knew she was a good thing, and she backed up that knowledge. Marc wasn't so sure of himself in that regard. Sure, he used to be, but since his turn to becoming the Nightwalker, he wasn't so sure anymore. Maybe it still lingered in there somewhere, but he'd been so focused on the beast he'd created that he never thought about himself being with anyone or even being worthy of anyone. Until Natalie. Still he didn't feel worthy of her. But there isn't a man alive worth his sack who believes he deserves his woman. That's what keeps a man working so hard to try to be better for her. He knows he's not the perfect man, but he's gonna keep working at trying to get there. And he's gonna do that for her. That's how Marc felt about Natalie. He was far from perfect, still not even good enough for her, but damn if he wasn't gonna try to be.
He just nodded when she said she'd have plenty of time to pack. She could, of course, bring anything she wanted to. It was her house too, after all. A quick glance around the place showed that she had a lot of nice things that he'd not really even noticed at first. That's probably because he was so focused on her. Funny, she was the only one who he let his guard down around. Anywhere else, he knows the entire layout within seconds. But here, with Natalie, he was just free. "That would be great," he answered her. "I've got people who want to do the job, but I'll be glad to involve you in the decisions of what we get." Yes, what we get. It wasn't just him anymore. She'd even have access to his extra room. Only the two of them and Breanna would have that.
"Definitely," he said about the food. "Worked up a serious hunger." He laid back on the bed for a few minutes before standing again and pulling his boxers up over himself again. He walked into the kitchen area and picked up his drink again, taking a swallow before putting it back down and wrapping his arms around her again, back to front, pulling her hair to the left and gently placing a kiss on the back of her neck. This was going to be their life, and it was going to be great.
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Post by Natalie Eden on Mar 23, 2019 13:06:16 GMT -5
So Marc and Natalie were going to move in together. She didn’t see any real way it could go badly. He spent enough time at work and doing his whole Nightwalker thing that she would have plenty of time to concentrate on her stories and meeting her deadlines. And she knew they would take full advantage of the time they did get together. It seemed like it would be a great fit. Maybe they really could make it work even with his dangerous other life. Natalie knew that she was willing to take the risk if he was.
He was referring to the two of them as a unit already. She was happy, and admittedly a little relieved. After spending so much time as a bachelor, her assumption had been that it would take him a little while to get used to the idea of having someone else in his life. Apparently that little bit of worry had been baseless. He was adjusting just fine. “Great. I’ll look forward to it.” There would be so much on her mind in the coming weeks. Sorting through her stuff, figuring out what to give away and what to keep. Then helping with the layout and design of their new home together. Talking with the professionals would help, as they would undoubtedly come to the table with ideas of their own that they could select from. She doubted Marc would be very picky outside of his secret rooms. Men tended to not care much about the side of things that was more aesthetic and less functional. But he would still have opinions and preferences. She wanted him to feel like it was his home too, not just hers.
It wasn’t long after she’d turned the oven back on that she felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around her from behind. Natalie melted willingly into his embrace, leaning her weight back slightly against his strong body. Her hands rested on top of his arms, her thumbs lightly caressing his warm skin. This all felt so good, so right. All her worries just melted away when she was near him. “Food should only take a few more minutes.” Reaching for her wine, she took a small sip and sighed happily. “Did you want to sleep here tonight?” she asked, not sure if he had to do more Nightwalker business before the night was through. Better to ask than to assume.
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Post by The Nightwalker on Apr 27, 2019 9:11:29 GMT -5
It had been way too long. Marc had been alone, and though he was starting to get used to it, he couldn't deny that he was as lonely as a person could possibly get. It was a self imposed loneliness though. So as much as it hurt, as much as the need for companionship was there, he knew that it had been a hell of his own making. Sure, he could have just moved on and lived his life after his daughter's death. It would have been much easier for him. It would have been much easier for everyone, really. But the people who took his daughter's life hadn't been held responsible for it. No man who considered himself worth a damn could see that as okay. To Marc, there was no choice for him but to fight fire with fire. But through all of that, the one thing he missed was having a woman in his arms, someone with an emotional connection. It was dangerous, but he dealt with dangerous all the time. This was a new chapter, and one he was excited to read.
It was funny, because Marc prided himself on being prepared for anything. That wasn't the case here. He had not at all been prepared for someone to walk into his life and make him feel human again. But Natalie had done just that, and he was proud to view her as a friend, a confidant, a lover. They were a team now, but it had felt that way since the beginning really. Marc never expected that he would let feelings get in again, but they had in this case. He was in love with Natalie. And he was glad to see that she was looking forward to the move. There was a lot of work to do still, but they would be up to the task. Just from the decor of the apartment, Marc could tell that Natalie had an eye for design. The place was comfortable, and it felt comfortable, cozy, welcoming and relaxing. It would undoubtedly be more difficult with a larger space, but he looked forward to seeing the results.
"That sounds great," he answered about the food being almost ready. An appetite had really been worked up for him. There were always things to do when it came to his night activities, and there were honestly a few things that he'd wanted to do tonight, but they could wait. This wasn't a hit it and quit it thing, and he didn't want to leave that thought anywhere close to her mind. "Of course," he answered about sleeping there. "Do you have to work in the morning? I have to hit the office pretty early, but I'm used to waking early so it won't be an issue for me at all."
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