Der weren't tah many things tah pack up, really. When you lived light like he and tha others then 'moving' could really be something accomplished in tha earlier part of tha day. Naht that it evah actually was. It were already four pm. His clothes went intah garbage bags and din he got himself some of those empty beer bottle boxes, tha ones which was double walled and naht tah big, and put his other affects in those. Some electronics, some keepsakes. It all totaled up tah bein' three bags o' clothes and four boxes of everythin' else. Grace already got some kitchen supplies sah most o' his weren't necessary tah bring along. It'd be good fer Ian, anyways, tah have some things tah get by with. Mark didn't even bother with the few beers and whutevah else was left in tha fridge.

It were all real clinical up until the point he stood over everythin' he packed and remembered dat he was really movin' out and naht just doin' a good job o' cleaning. The wall of his first bed which were down tha hall still had old album and CD covers glued tah it. Ian could bother with removin' them iffin they was a problem, but he weren't gonna tear up tha wall guessing. Billie got her own markers in her room, he even found an old romance novel she'd read wedged between tha wall and bed. And da? Tha old man had been real austere and the last thing of him that really made Mark think o' the man was that that tha driver's seat had that massaged seat cover, the sort made with the round wooden beads. It looks straight outta tha seventies.

He'd ask tah do it in private jist ?cause he figured it'd be better that way. Grace wouldn't want him holdin' back but sometimes tha were hard tah do around someone you was thinkin' of as your everything. He tapped out his message on the glass screen fer her, "Done if you want to come over and help."

Grace would have been happy to help, but when Mark had asked for privacy she didn't fight him on it. Change came hard to the gypsy king, even in this life of constant variation, and she knew this was a bigger deal than he was making it out to be.

So, she'd spent the time at her place instead, doing some packing and clearing and redistributing of her own to make room, to make it theirs. Grace didn't want it to be like he'd just disappeared into her space, losing his own personal touches along the way, and that's how her morning went - clearing space in the closets, condensing the tools of her trade to a smaller environment, making sure there was room for Mark in every part of the RV.

Her phone went off and she checked the display. A faint smile on her face, she wrote back a quick "be right there.? Setting it aside, her gaze lifted to Jenny. "Here," said Grace, "This is everything I don't need anymore. Take what you want and see who else wants the rest, yeah?" The older woman smiled in a matronly way, gathering up the two boxes of household items Grace was discarding, and the little dancer followed her out of the RV.

The walk across the campfire was surprisingly sentimental for her, she realized as she was almost all the way across. It would be the last time she had to walk that far to go see Mark.

Tha door tah his RV swung open befer she got tah it. He weren't lookin' up fer her jist then but cuppin' his hands tahgether to sheild his cigarette. Mark weren't no smoker, or at least dat was what he told folks. Times was stressful enough dat he'd gone from only smokin' when he drank tah jist nabbing one or two in the day. He kept tellin' himself he'd put tha pack down as soon as things eased up and it didn't feel like some kinda medicine he needed to get through tha day.

The established draw on the cigarette brought tha cherry tah life as his blue eyes slipped up tah her face. He smiled, exhaling and pullin' tha cancer stick away from his lips tah speak, "Oi, hey der beautiful. Think you got room back home fer a guy like me?" A wink followed aftah. Mark was always one tah put some humor ahead of his hurting.

It was a relatively short distance, maybe fifty feet altogether, but for Grace it was suddenly packed full of nostalgia. The first time he'd asked her to come over, to discuss Quinn's initiation. How many nights at the camp fire, sitting in those chairs she was passing right there, playing a flirty game of chicken she always knew she'd lose. Grilled cheese in his kitchen at four in the morning, not a date but not nothing. That first time in his shower. All the times she'd snuck carefully along the backs of the silent machines, avoiding the fire altogether on her way to see him without drawing attention. His birthday.

Those wide set green eyes were full of memories, her expression thoughtful, when she looked up to see Mark coming the other way. Her smile rose immediately to meet him. "Hey, Baby." It was a big moment, and her not- king was answering it with humor as he always did. Her smile soft, she closed the distance to him, tucking little fingers into his pocket. "...maybe," she said, pretending to think about it. "Isn't there some rule that if he follows you home y'get to keep him?"

He took dat final step down from inside his RV, his body brushin' against her's as he gave her a kiss. It was short, being he'd just taken a pull o' his cigarette. Another draw and he blew smoke outta the corner o' his mouth, the other arm comin' tah wrap around her, "I mean, once you start feedin' a guy they keep showin' up ovah and ovah and din there's nah hope left fer yah."

His shoulders twisted, lookin' ovah one of ?em tah the insides o' his home and din back tah her, "Got everythin' put tahgether. Figured on leavin' some stuff behind fer tha kid since we dun need tah double up on anythin'." She were probably figuring all o' that on him anyway, but it kinda felt good jist tah talk even if it weren't carrying no revelation.

Her head tipped back to meet his kiss, she could taste the tobacco on her lips when she settled back from him. That one arm slid around her and she fit herself into his side automatically, fingers lifting from the one pocket to trail along the backside of his waist and then dip into the other on the opposite side. Amusement gilded the corners of her smile as she giggled. "...See, the way I remember it you fed me first, so... clearly I'm not responsible here."

Mark looked back at the RV and so did she, recalling all of the times they'd spent together inside it. Playful times and difficult ones alike: they'd been together less than a year still but it hardly felt that way, for all the living they'd packed into their months so far. She squeezed him gently, her softly pointed chin dipping in a nod. "Yeah, I've been givin' stuff away all morning, too."

His hand at her lower back rubbed up at down. Mighta been that he weren't even aware o' doin' tha as he looked inside the RV and din back tah her. It were a difficult moment, tah be sure, and mehbe it even felt a bit silly tah have some old RV that were in kinda rough condition warrant tha kinda nostalgia. But if it were fer Grace? Well, one day it was gonna break down on its own, anyhow. Ian might be cursin' at him fer it in a week's time if he was unlucky.

"Yah have?" It hadn't really occurred tah him dat she'd have tah make room fer him. Mehbe he'd jist been tah preoccupied with himself and whut he was losing that he didn't put enough thought intah jist how tha two of them was gonna fit der lives tahgether in one place. He cleared his throat, took another drag of his cigarette. His fingertips nudged under the end of her shirt so that they traced, jist barely, ovah her skin as he spoke, "I think we can get meh all move intah you in two trips. You can take tha boxes cause dey naht tah heavy but meh bags o' clothes got heft tah them."

It wasn't that she had to make room for him, specifically that she wanted to. Sure, they had double the number of things they needed in some cases, and where kitchen utensils and things were concerned, hers were better. It made sense to leave his for Ian since they had no use for two. But in all other cases, it was about making a life together, not fitting one into the other. "Yeah," replied the girl, and as his fingers stroked her back through the cloth of her t-shirt, she leaned into his side, shifting some of her weight against him. "Mama left some things when she moved back in with her sister, an' I just realized that over the last couple years I've accumulated too many of everything."

Nodding when he spoke of getting everything moved, she tipped her face into his chest, pressing a light kiss there. "That's all y'got?" A little smile. "This'll be easy, then."

"Dun have much a need fer things," which were true. Well, it woulda been a whole lot more stuff if he got a record player and records, which true music snobs always was arguing gave tha better sound. It jist didn't work sah much with gypsy life, all those thin's takin' up space. Naht when you could hold easily a hundred times the music in a space big enough for yer cellphone and speakers. Even though he didn't grow up with records, he still liked tha imagery and found it strange that he even thought it was appealing, like mehbe he shouldn't have cause they wasn't even nostalgic or a memory he got. Still, he knew he liked tha look of them and kinda always smiled a bit when someone played a record in a movie or something.

"Plus, I'm naht havin' tah take everythin', either." Weren't like movin' out of a house where a bed and furniture had tah go with yah. All dat was left behind or was actually jist part o' tha RV itself. He gave his cigarette one more pull befer flickin' it off in tha direction o' tha bonfire. Din his hand pressed a little more intah her back to bring her in fer another kiss. Aftah tha, he turned from he and climbed inside his place, steppin' around his pile o' things sah she could get her hands on a box or two. One o' thm was heavy cause it got books and his boots in it.

Weren't no secret that when a man got stressed or keyed up that they tended tah be in want o' a woman, fer the comfort o' their arms and body. Nothin' more relaxing than havin' some fun with yer lover when tha world seemed a little upside down. Tha move was stressful, but it weren't nearly as bad as he was thinkin' it would be. Mehbe he had been more ready for change than he figured. Didn't mean he weren't gonna have a cigarette or get the little side thought o' pressin' his naht-queen up against the wall fer a bit o' stress-release-fun.

"Naht any with roads or pancakes, huh? It's a shame, dat, tha key companies dun know how tah make 'em right." The keys disappeared intah his jacket pocket with a dull metal chime. She mighta known he was hurtin? fer her, or were jist excited about tha two o' them being a jist-them. Her hand got a good hold of his shirt and he could only hold back with a grin down at her fer sah long before his head bowed tah press his lips to her's, both hands comin' tah their favorite place jist at the sides of her waist where he could put his thumb at the top o' her hip bone iffin he wanted tah.

His little not-queen was not at all opposed to walls or fun or... well, pretty much anything that involved being in Mark's arms, actually. Might be she was encouraging it -- because no, it wasn't a secret. When a man was upset and had a hard time with things, there was generally one good way to make him feel better. It just so happened that way of making him feel better felt a lot like celebrating to her, which she was in a mood to do.

There was a solemn, sad shake of her head. "...'Fraid not, m'love," she said with eyes that broadcast her disappointment. "Best I could do was a field. S'pose I could draw a road in there with a sharpie?" She hinted at a grin, tugging more insistently on his shirt until he relented at last. There was a happy noise that got lost against his lips, and her arms went around his neck.

It was tha noise which did it. Tha almost involuntary sound she made when she was happy. Beyond tha, her hands twisted up in his shirt which meant tha he had tah step intah her, right? Mark got about thirty excuses fer why his hands gripped her waist as he stepped her back tah the wall. Feelin' those arms wrap around his neck weren't doin' much tah ward him off none, either. It weren't likely tha anyone would take his thin's, being they was in camp and all, but his lips broke from her's tah give tha remark, "Dis gonna be the slowest move ever fer the stuff I got tah bring over. Best naht tah tempt me or Ian will get annoyed and drop everything off at yer door fer himself."

Mark's body urged her backwards and she went readily, a grin forming in the corners of her mouth even as they kissed. Her shoulder blades connected with the extended wall behind her and Grace slipped one hand back down from his neck, down over his chest to his belly, where little fingers found the hem of his shirt and pushed up underneath, seeking skin. He broke from the kiss but she didn't release him, her nails curling lightly into his ribs just above that tattoo with her namesake song in it. Luminous green eyes lifted to his face as he spoke, and then that grin surfaced in earnest, accompanied by her seemingly ever present giggle. "Y'saying that if we get distracted, Ian'll do the rest of the moving for us? ...Not really seeing a downside to that..."

"Oi, he's scrappy and can shoot a pretty evil look. I'll be-- we'll be-- owin' him fer it. Think he dun want his own little space after Jenny been naggin'?" His head was bowed sah that his mouth stayed near her's while he talked. Was kinda hard tah hide the fact that he were well aware o' dat hand of her's slippin under his shirt and drawin' ovah the ribs.

"I'm naht all tahgether sure how I'm supposed tah get anything done with you being right there all the time," the kiss was reapplied tah her lips, his hands giving her another squeeze as he were tryin' naht tah shudder on account o' how good the climb of her hand ovah his skin felt. One of his hands did finally moved up from her waist tah cup tha side o' her face like he were wantin' tah keep her right there as they were, his weight beginning tah ease against her more and more.

Grace loved the weight of his body as surely as he loved the expert slide of her nails. He leaned into her and, if anything, she urged him closer, her face tipping lightly into his hand to press little kisses there at his palm. Her fingertips drew down over his ribs to his lower belly, skimming along just above his belt. "Guess we're just gonna... have to not get anything done for a while."

"Well, seein' as there are thin's round camp that need doin', dat can't always be tha case." There were a sidelong look tah the door of her bedroom and din back tah her. Yeah, it was *that* look. The one that said he was going take that little slip of her hand a bit more seriously or she was gonna have tah let it disappear sah he didn't get tah riled up fer the moment. A short exhale, he turned his head just a few degrees tah the side, blue eyes measuring her up.

"Well..." Grace seemed to be pondering it, her full lower lip caught in her teeth for a moment. Her fingers slipped just beneath the waistband of his hands, curling around the belt without committing to undoing it just yet. "Maybe since we're both right there all the time, it'll feel less like we have to take every opportunity...?" You could tell by the way she said it that she didn't believe it for a second, particularly when his eyes got that look in them and he started glancing over at the door like he was expecting to get caught or something. "Hey," she said softly, tugging lightly on the front of his pants to center his attention. "This is your home, now. Your room, just as much as mine. If people walk in they'll just have to live with the consequences of that."

?Oi,? he said tah her sorta reassuring him about them behaving more on account o? more exposure. Mark were?t even able tah fake that it was a possibility. Tha tone o? his voice sounded like a guy who knew he?d gotten caught up in the tide of somethin?.

?I suppose they will.? It was indescribably different, now. Naht tha he never been tah her place befer or she tah his, but his RV were sorta a place he felt more in control of. Despite Grace bein? more than inviting and tha room bein? familiar, it would take a minute or two bfer he felt like he weren?t more then jist a guest. Tha tug of her hands at his belt got his eyes back tah her, along with his grin, ?I suppose Ian can toss me a look or two if need be.? The need, verah much, bein? there.

Grace would do her best to keep him from feeling like a guest for long -- wouldn't do to have the Gypsy King feeling out of sorts among his own tribe. She grinned lightly when he didn't seem to believe her either about prolonged exposure breeding better will power, and her little fingers set to working the clasp on his belt.

Her thumb tucked between the two layers of leather and pulled outwards, giving her enough space to grasp the tongue and pull it free. Mark mentioned Ian giving him a look, and her shoulders rolled insolently, her smile indicating that Mark wasn't the only one feeling a certain need. "I'm sure he'll understand."

"Guess he'll have tah," he could feel tha pressure o' his belt tightening fractionally befer separatin' tah were they naturally relaxed but stayed at his hips. There were o' course one more look tah the door before he shrugged right outta tha jacket and set his hands tah evening up the score. His voice was a low, soft flirtation, "Yah wear far tah many clothes." Their lips met intermittently, shoes getting worked off, shirts and pants disappearin' in jist tha way tha gypsy king said tha they been needing to.

He liked tha music of her laugh, it always got a way to make 'im smile more than he was plannin' tah. The playfulness, this mischief o' her hands, well, that always put a cut tah his lips while left him feelin' hurried fer her.

(( Thanks to Grace's player for the rp!))