Gift-wrapped (around her finger)

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: Medea's house/outside Medea's house
When: Night

So... maybe Porter didn't need as much strength training as he thought he would. He'd spent some time after school that day debating the idea in his head, wondering if it was a good idea or if he was going to end up hurting himself, but eventually he'd decided that he wanted to try it no matter what the consequences were. Medea had told him to surprise her, after all, and one thing he didn't want to do was disappoint. So he'd waited for dusk to roll in, and it didn't take long with the seasonal changes hitting the area. Porter had felt a little creepy, almost stalkerish as he waited.

He'd been lurking along Medea's block, covertly stealing glances into the ground floor windows of her house to see where her parents were in relation to the window he'd figured was hers. The tree out front was an excellent access point for him to try his climbing claws, but he didn't want to suddenly be thundering along the roof and drawing attention to his presence. So he'd just... waited, watched, got a passing glimpse at someone he thought might be Medea's sister. When the time came? Well, Porter was ready. He thought he'd seen her parents setting up for dinner, and the street around him was still and quiet. It was time to make his move.

His half mask had been folded around his throat, but Porter tugged it up quickly as he moved for Medea's yard, sliding the claws into the palms of his hands. They dug into the dry bulk of the tree easily as he hauled himself up, balancing precariously as he climbed and maneuvered across a thick limb. Whispering a prayer that he wouldn't make too much noise, Porter hopped onto the overhang of roof at the front of the house and padded as quietly as he could to Medea's window. He was lucky it was unlocked, and Porter didn't waste time counting his blessings as he crawled in. He wanted to linger, to just wait for her to find him so he could grab her and kiss her, but that? That was weird. And climbing a tree to sneak into her room isn't? he asked himself as he moved to Medea's bed.

Porter tugged the top blanket down a bit, digging out the phone he'd bought and set up for her and laying it on the mattress. He couldn't help himself once it was in place, tugging down his mask and leaning in to smell her pillow, basking in the smell of Medea's hair. God, you're messed up, he told himself as he smoothed the sheets back into place and moved for the window. Her lights were off, so... he'd just wait? Hang around on the street until he saw the lights come on, then call and surprise her and pray this didn't cross a line or ruin what he had with her. Skulking back onto the roof and clambering down the tree, Porter moved across the street to linger near a house that had no lights on, tucking in his earbuds and turning on his mp3 player as he settled in to wait.

After dinner, Medea headed upstairs to her room, flicking the light on, and carefully starting to unstrap the sling on her arm. One thing about having that thing on all fucking day was it got really sore after a while on the shoulder area. She was plenty bruised there by now too. But the injury had served it's purpose, so that at least was a plus. It was just the dealing with it afterwards that was a pain. Really, if she could have faked it, she would have preferred.

Feeling a momentary pang of guilt chase after the thrill he got from Medea's window lighting up, Porter paused his music and gripped his phone. He could call any time, really, but the brief glimpse of a silhouette that had to be her made him want to linger. Was she going to change? Christ, he mused chastisingly, Don't be like this. Don't obsess. But he couldn't entirely help himself; even his few dates back home had never hit the level he was already at with Medea. He'd never met a girl who accepted him so easily, and it made the young man want to rush in. At least the scolding thoughts helped, motivating Porter to raise the phone to his ear and dial in the new phone's number.

She had been slipping her shoes off, when an unfamiliar sound caught her attention. Which was...coming from her bed, weirdly enough, and so she walked over, and pulled the covers back. She smiled, seeing a panel from The Conduit come up, and she picked it up, answering it. "Hello? Porter--I am so going to kill you!" she said, sounding excited. Squeeful, even. Like she wanted to say something else. "After you get a whole lot of kisses, of course, but seriously? This is just a loaner or something, isn't it? You did not just buy me a phone, did you?" she asked, words all said in an excited rush, like she could barely contain herself.

Out on the street, Porter laughed in clear delight at her greeting, eyes fixed on Medea's window. "You told me to surprise you," he said in a teasing sort of reminder, "I just... got creative." And like he'd argued to Carter, the money would be back. He didn't spend crazily most of the time, and a little indulgence could definitely be handled. "So... how'd I do? Got it all set up, loaded a few albums onto it, even snuck it in there, I think it's a good start." And now neither of them would have to worry about talking to parents if one of them wanted to see the other. Which was something he thought Medea would appreciate.

"Well, clearly you have ninja skills." Medea said. Then she was quiet for a moment, like she was taking her time to smile to herself. "You did good." she finally conceded. "And you definitely got the surprise part right!" she added brightly. "Where are you? I don't suppose you could maybe come by...get a little thank you for the lovely present...could you?" she asked. Sugar. Things always went more smoothly if you kept giving people sugar. It didn't even have to be a lot. Just enough to keep them wanting the next taste.

Porter laughed richly at the ninja comment, since hey. Climbing claws, half mask, he definitely fit the compliment. "Well, I suppose I could," he said in a thoughtful, teasing voice, crossing the street to stand well within view of Medea's window. "Just look outside first? And open the window for me," Porter instructed playfully, slipping one claw back onto his palm. He'd done it once, right? He could do it again, and probably more easily given the motivation Medea was offering.

"Look out--" she started walking over to the window, and then she laughed. "Hey!" she said, waving a little, and she did open up the window, leaning down into it, grinning. "You know I should have wondered how you timed that so well." she said, sounding amused. In her head, she was thinking she had a bit of a little stalker in training on her hands. Which really, could be very interesting, if she nurtured it right.

"Actually, it was the camera on the phone. I was down the block watching you through a remote feed," Porter joked, grinning up at Medea. "But that sounds even creepier than what I already did, doesn't it? Sorry, it's weird. I'll uh... I'll be right up." He hung up with a shake of his head, feeling like he'd really dug himself in just by talking. She liked the gift, but how would she feel once she dwelled on him? Blind luck that got a hot girl to like me and my weird powers, don't fail me now. Slipping on his other climbing claw, Porter started a quick ascent up the tree in Medea's yard, moving across the tree's limb and hopping onto her roof again.

She hung up the phone, but didn't move, staying where she was, leaning in the open window. She was smiling, and she looked duly impressed by his scale up the tree. Internally, she was a little impressed, and she mentally added that to the 'asset' collumn. It was always good to know the capabilities of the people you were playing. "You know, you left out the part where you really are a ninja in our previous talks." she said affectionately, leaning a little out of her window and crooking a finger at him.

Slipping the climbing claws from his hands and pocketing them in his sweatshirt, Porter tugged a little at the half mask he had folded around his neck like a collar. "I left it out because I'm not?" he suggested, cheeks flushing a little as he shrugged, stepping light across the roof. "I ordered some grippy claws online when I got your phone, is all. That tree's pretty dried out, so they dig right in." Porter was being a touch modest, he was in decent shape, but he wouldn't give himself the credit for it. Reaching the window, Porter placed a hand on either side and leaned in a little. "So... can I come in?"

Medea stayed put, letting him enter into her personal space, and she smiled. "There's a toll." she told him. "If you're going to be climbing up to girl's windows, you'll have to understand that there needs to be a kiss involved." she informed him, as if he should have known this all along. She toned it like she was just barely containing herself from grabbing him and pulling him in herself, like she was keeping up the play because it was fun for them but she really wanted to get that kissing thing in.

"Oh really?" he asked, grinning delightedly at Medea. Porter just couldn't figure it out, how did this happen for him? How did he get so lucky? A beautiful girl who liked him even after knowing that he was... whatever he was. Who, even beyond liking him, seemed to thrill to every meeting they had. "Well, I don't have any smaller ones on me, so...." he trailed off, leaning in to kiss Medea with a slow heat, deeper than he'd dared to yet. he kept his hands on the wall, not trusting himself to not bruise her if he started touching her. "...keep the change," Porter finished when he finally pulled back.

She gook a second to 'recover'. Her eyes were still closed for a moment after he pulled back, then she opened them up and looked just a little embarrassed for being so wrapped up in the kiss. Reaching out, she grabbed him by the front of the shirt and pulled. "Get in here." she said, grinning at him. She was pleased. All in all, this really was going spectacularly well. No real setbacks to speak of, so she was happy.

Porter stifled a laugh so he wouldn't alert her foster parents, hopping in through her window as easily as he had the first time. He couldn't keep from touching her once he was there, hands drifting to Medea's waist to pull her in close as he lingered near the window. "Any other requests?" Porter asked in a low voice, eyes lit up as he looked at her.

She put her arms up around his neck, and she smiled, giving him another little kiss. "I have the right to make requests at this point?" she asked. "After what you've already done today? How abouuuuttt....you stick around for a while?" she asked. Her voice was a little softer too, and the door was closed, but she glanced back towards it. Really, she would get into minor trouble she could likely talk herself out of if they were caught, but she wanted that little air of danger to be present for him. It would play into things, she was fairly certain, especially if she presented it in a fashion that had him thinking she was risking things specifically for him. To be near him.

"I'd like that," Porter murmured after she kissed him fleetingly, staying in close to really study the angles of her features. He wanted to detail every inch of her, but somehow Porter thought he could never do Medea justice with his artwork. He studied the curve of her jaw as Medea glanced back at the door, a thin line of worry crossing his brow. "Is it okay? I don't want to get you in trouble or anything," he murmured, nuzzling her ear lightly with the tip of his nose. And he didn't, honestly, but he did want to stay.

She smiled, and tilted her her head to give him better access. "I'll worry about that." she told him. "I would rather have you here for a while than tell you to leave just because of them." she added, turning more towards him. "Besides. After giving me a gift like that? You don't really think I'd let you run off so fast, do you?" she asked him rhetorically, going back in for a proper kiss. She let him set things with it though, wanting him to be taking lead on things. He wanted to be the hero, and heroes took initiative.

Drawing Medea back in, Porter was more than happy to take the initiative. If she wasn't afraid of getting caught? Why should he be. Maybe her foster dad's the scary type, he mused, But I could take him. The second part seemed like a strange thought, even sounding vaguely different in Porter's head. He rationalized it away quickly, deciding that it was just the rush of being close mixing with his thoughts about his own stepfather. Sure, they were young, but their parents didn't have the right to tell them how to act any more. That idea gave him confidence, and Porter turned back towards Medea's bed, settling on the edge of it and drawing her down into his lap.

She went willingly of course, looking like she was pleased that he had pulled that particular move, and she settled on his lap, good arm up around his neck comfortably. "So..." she started. "How does a girl repay such kindness shown to her like you've shown me?" she asked, tone sliding into something that edged playful and sultry at the same time. She wanted his mind working on ideas, after all.

"Let's start with you staying put," Porter answered, leaning in to her ear to murmur it. "We'll just... see how it goes?" He smiled hesitantly, turning his head to kiss at the crook of Medea's jaw as Porter ran his hands along her back. He was nervous, sure; she had to still be bruised and injured, and besides that it wasn't like Porter had been in this spot too often in his life. "Just tell me if I cross a line," he added in a soft voice, reaching a hand up to tease the back of her neck.

Medea smiled lightly at that, nodding, though really if there were any lines, they were going to be fabricated to cater to what would work best for him, and his image of her. It was a careful sort of mix to maintain, the idea that he fully got to her, but that she wasn't too easy a target. There needed to be instances of holding back, but the idea that she didn't especially want to. "Don't worry, I'll let you know." she told him in a soft little murmur.

He trailed kisses down her neck, shivering a little just from the smell of Medea's skin and the feel of her in his lap. Porter felt like he was going to worry himself right out of the moment, and he bit his lip just to try and concentrate. She wants you here, she pulled you in. It worked, giving him a little bump of confidence as Porter moved up to kiss Medea again and gently drew a hand around her ribs. He remembered the bruising there, and Porter seemed ready to stop the moment there was even a flicker of pain or distress.

Really, she did feel a twinge there. She was still bruised up, and it wasn't like there was a lot of padding there to help out. But, she didn't make any indication that there was any pain. It would ruin the moment. She might put that in later, but only if she thought she could pull it off while putting into his head that she would rather continue activities with him than stop because of something like that. When he kissed her again, she threaded her fingers through his hair, hand resting on the back of his neck when she was done, like she wanted to keep him where he was. like he might pull away, and she wanted to ensure he wasn't going to too soon.

With little cues like that to follow, Porter definitely wasn't pulling away any time soon. He even kissed Medea deeper, murring a soft sound of enjoyment as he pulled her snugly onto his lap and ran a hand up the front of Medea's body. This? This was just going swimmingly, but his own anxiety still tried betraying him, moving his hand away before it got a chance to linger. Porter turned with Medea in his lap, easing her down onto the bed and stretching out with her. Dangerous? Yes. But then, a lot of his instincts when he was around her were dangerous. The problem was that they were also fun.

Medea didn't seem to mind the re-positioning. After all, she'd spent the night in his bed before, even if they hadn't done anything too serious. So to be shy now would be weird. Therefore, she kept herself together, and went with things, pulling him in first for more kisses. She got herself comfortable, and tried to ensure that she was on her good side. That would help. It would mean that he was going to have to be a little careful, and it would leave open the option of playing things later.

Shifting with her, Porter eased his shoes off before he really stretched out on the bed, giving Medea slow and lingering kisses like she seemed to favor. Like any guy his age, he wanted to touch her, but with the injuries he knew were there? He had plenty of reason to indulge his hesitancy. He broke off slowly, grinning like a fool at her and smoothing a hand across Medea's hair. "This means I really need to get creative next time I want to surprise you." And it meant that, in theory, there'd be even bigger thanks. I need to start brainstorming now.

She laughed softly, affectionately, looking at him like he was the center of her world. She bit at her lower lip slightly, like she wanted to get the last remnants of the taste of him off of it. "You know I'm happy with you just...being here, right?" she asked. "That I don't need anything more special than your presence?"

"No, I know," he said, nodding slightly in understanding. "And I don't want to be weird or anything? Weirder, even. I just.... you're great, Medea. Seriously, you have no idea. So even if I'm enough? You deserve more than 'enough', and if I can give it to you? Well, I've got everything I need now." He wasn't going to need to upgrade his computers any time soon, and even if he did? Porter had enough money to handle that and get something fun for Medea. Belatedly, he realized he'd essentially said that she completed his life here, cheeks flushing with the realization. "Sorry, I... that was a little much."

She laughed softly, and drew him closer to give him a few kisses, the last of which she drew out for a while. "Don't apologize." she murmured to him, not having drawn back far at all. "Not for saying something like that. It's...you know no one's ever...no one's felt like this about me before. And you...I--" she bit her lip and looked a little flustered for a second, like she was trying to word things correctly and having trouble with it. "You've made coming here worth it. Everything else...it's all..." she trailed off, letting him fill in the blank accordingly.

"Secondary?" he suggested, brushing fingertips over Medea's cheek and just gazing at her adoringly. Things had seemed good before, but every time he saw her they just got better. "I didn't want to come here. I wanted to stay back in Baltimore in my old house, with my friends. And now? I just... don't miss it so much. I wouldn't want to stay there if I had a chance to do things different, because I'd miss the chance to meet you." He smiled haltingly, eyes shutting as Porter smoothed back Medea's hair and teetered on the verge of deciding to say he loved her. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. "Whatever happens? I just know I'm the luckiest guy on earth, if everyone else was too blind to see how amazing you are."

She smiled at that, and looked like she appreciated all the little touches, everything. "I'm glad you came here. And I'm glad I can sweet the sting a little bit for your own move." she added. "You keep in contact with anyone back there?" she asked curiously, looking like she was just holding back a second part to that question.

The question surprised him, and Porter gave a curious look as he considered it. Was she wondering about an old girlfriend or something? By now, Porter figured he'd shown enough of himself for Medea to realize that he'd been too shy for that sort of thing. But maybe she didn't mean it like that at all. "Not really," he answered, shrugging a little, "I didn't have a lot of friends, and the ones I did have just sorta said 'see ya'." He hadn't been too close, not even with the people that Porter'd hung around with. So by comparison? Marquette had been a social Mecca for Porter thusfar.

"I understand. I haven't spoken to anyone I left behind in Iron Mountain, either." Medea said. Then she gave him a little bit of a smile. "I had just wondered if you'd written home about me or something." she admitted. "I know, I know, don't say anything. I was just curious." she said, giving him a cute sort of expression, kittenish as it were.

"Home? No," Porter answered, shaking his head and smiling a little. "I've been trying to do..." He frowned, thinking of how to explain it without sounding too weird. "You know the website? I do, like, little news posts when there's something that actually happens? I've been, uh, trying to figure out how to talk about you." Porter swallowed hard, expecting a bad reaction for some reason and deciding he needed to explain. "I can't talk to my parents or anything? So I just sorta write it and then don't post it. It's hard, trying to write without giving away any real details."

A bright smile spread out over her features. "You were going to write about me?" she asked, sounding like she really liked that idea. "That's so--I've mentioned a million times now that you're sweet, but you just...are." she told him, and she gave him a few quick little kisses. "Do you want me to not look at your personal posts when I check up on the comic?" she asked. "I can respect your privacy, if you don't want me knowing what you've said and all." she promised. Which she wouldn't in any way do, but he didn't need to know that.

"Of course I was going to write about you," Porter said, blinking like it should've been a given. "You're the biggest thing to happen to me since I found out what I could do! Not that you're, um... a thing or anything." He had to think about Medea's question, though. The news section of his site was the closest thing Porter had to a journal, and sometimes when he had a strange dream or felt himself growing weak, he'd indirectly say as much on there. "No... you can read it," he decided at last, "Anything I say in there I think I'd say to you, too." Of course, he was so much more agreeable to ideas like that when he kept getting short flurries of kisses like that. "You're following the comic?" Porter asked, leaning in to nuzzle at Medea's neck.

She smiled. "'Course I am." she said. "I've been reading the backstory, trying to catch up to current. I wanted to start at the begining." she explained. Which was true. She had gone and started reading from the begining, because she figured it had everything to do with Porter as a person, and she'd be able to pull insights from that easily. "I really like it, it's a very compelling story." she told him, sounding like she really meant it. "And I like watching the revolution of your artistic style as it goes on." she added.

He didn't take personal praise too easily, but praise about the comic? Porter could deal with that. He grinned proudly at Medea, nodding a little. "Most of the neighborhoods are based on where I lived. And the early stuff? I was still in art classes, so yeah you can see the changes." But the story praise was what really won him over. If Medea could get a good feel of the pace he was going for, the prolonged desperation? She was sharp. "You still don't mind possibly showing up in there, do you?" Porter teased, leaning in to kiss her nose, "because really, if I can get these eyes right? Get a good story like the clockwork girl? I just might be onto something." If nothing else, he was on safer ground for the moment; talking about the comic kept him from blurting out how crazy he felt about Medea.

She looked bashful for a moment, glancing down, then back up at him, a smile on her lips like she couldn't quite hide it. "I wouldn't mind. But I just--I want you to be sure about it!" she insisted, like she was trying to cover for the fact that she was really taken with the idea. That it made her feel special. "But if you are, after thinking about it for a while...then yeah, you can put me in. And I still offer to model for you if you happen to want me to." she said, that last bit slightly shier sounding.

"Only if you make sure I actually draw you," Porter offered playfully, laughing quietly and leaning in to kiss along Medea's neck slowly. "Right now? I have a problem just seeing you and wanting to get close," he murmured, trailing along her jawline, "So if you're posing? Well, I think you just might be my kryptonite." Not that he minded, really. This? Well, this was the sort of change in Porter's routine that had been needed for far too long, even if he was only sixteen. And whoever it was that had said artists needed to be depressed to work didn't know what they were talking about. He felt like he could write page after page for her, or do an entire trade paperback just detailing every inch of skin.

She tilted her head to the side to give him better access, laughing softly as she reached up to drift her fingers through his hair. "You mean I'd have to try and not be distracted? I'm not sure about that...maybe we could just plan to take our time with any modeling I might do for you." she suggested. "Just in case we get side tracked..." since she did figure they would. She'd make sure of it.

"Well, maybe we should do it soon, then?" he suggested, reaching over to settle a hand lightly at Medea's ribs. He knew the bruises were there, and it kept Porter from putting any real pressure into his touch no matter how much he might want to. "That way I can't lose my focus, since I... y'know, you're hurt? I don't want to make it worse or anything."

She arched a brow at that, looking down at his hand on her ribs, and she tugged her shirt up just enough so that he could see the dark bruises there. They were still dark, she didn't exactly heal quickly. In fact, she healed slowly, and often not very well. "Would you draw in the bruises?" she asked curiously, though it didn't sound like she was repulsed by the idea. "hey if nothing else, I could be a study for you on the different stages of bruising." she suggested lightly.

Initially, it sounded like a good idea. He'd done online research before, had checked out anatomy books, but neither of those would really compare to a live model he could investigate. Then? Well, a particular detail clicked in Porter's head. "You'd be, um... modeling so I could see them?" he asked with a swallow and a rush of nerves. Topless? Bruises or no, that'd get Porter in some trouble. "We'll need somewhere to do that. My folks would freak, I don't know how yours would take it."

"Not well." Medea said. "So we will need someplace to do this. But I'm sure we can find somewhere." she said confidently. She sounded like she really was firm on the idea, like she'd be willing to sneak around places to give the opportunity properly. And she was. Nothing like that sort of thing to keep drawing him in, winding him tighter around her finger. If they say, broke in somewhere for privacy, there would be the element of danger, it would play in on a lot of levels.

Porter wasn't so confident, but if Medea was? He'd think of something. He didn't want to let down a single expectation she had, after all. Porter felt like everything was dependent on keeping her view of him up; she trusted him, kept his secret in spite of everything strange about it, but what would happen if she realized he didn't deserve it? He had to find somewhere they could go, some way to get a hotel room or borrow someone else's place or... What do I do? This would take some research, for sure. And research would take somewhere that didn't involve a lithe, warm body next to his. "We'll have to do it soon," he agreed, sighing quietly, "I just want to hang out without worrying about my folks or yours."

Nodding, Medea sighed, and watched his eyes. "Yeah...that's my thing too." she admitted. "I just...I'd rather not have to worry about being pre-judged. Or not being able to talk freely." she continued. "I don't want to have to talk around everything, just in case we're overheard, and of course...with the rest of it..I just want to have uninterruptable alone time with you." she finished, giving him a soft kiss along with the confession.

Her bit about being unfairly judged made Porter tense up slightly as he recalled the angry words he'd had with his stepdad, but the soft kiss unwound that tension before it could even start to really gather. "They don't get to pull that with you," he promised quietly, kissing Medea fleetingly to emphasize the words, "I won't let them. If they won't take a chance to see how great you are? how great you make me feel? I'll just... find somewhere else to spend my time, somewhere you can be too."

She smiled, a soft, sweet sort of expression. "You're too good to me." she told him. Then she cut off conversation for a few moments by kissing him again. And she put effort into it. She kept it slow, but deep, something that was meant to really knock him off of his stride, shift his full focus to her.

Medea definitely hit her target there. That kiss blew away Porter's concerns entirely, shrinking down the world to just her and what each of his senses could describe about her. Porter rolled slightly, leveraging himself above Medea as he kissed her back, smoothing a hand down the outside of her hip to avoid the bruises on her ribs. Dimly, he still worried about her parents coming in and catching them, but Porter felt like if that happened? He'd be high-strung and startled enough to dive out Medea's window like the ninja she thought he was.

She didn't mind the position switch, though knew that she'd be cutting them off here soon. Just to keep things going, add that little pinch of danger of discovery into things. But before she did that, she wanted to give him fuel for dreams and otherwise. So she breathed a soft sound into the kiss, and started to barely draw her knee up along the outside of his thigh.

Really, he was probably a target far below Medea's range of skill. Porter might've been on top physically, but on an emotional level he was good and whipped. The gentle breath spurred Porter on, compelling him to reach down to where her leg brushed his. He gripped her leg gently just above the knee, drawing it higher and letting his weight ease down against hers. No matter how bad he wanted to push against Medea or feel the subtle curves of her body? She was delicate, he had to let Medea send those little unspoken cues that it was okay to take each step forward.

She let him do that, encouraging by going with things. Or, she did until she heard a vague noise from downstairs. Which really, was probably just one of the kids down there, but she used it as motivation to add in that little bit of danger of discovery. She stilled and looked towards the door, gripping Porter tight. "I think someone might be coming." she said in a fast whisper. Then she grinned, and looked back up at him. "You should go--but we'll get together soon!"

Porter's breath caught in his throat as Medea whispered in a rush, his hands seizing in tight anxiety around her bed sheets. He didn't want to go, he wanted her to have the same 'to hell with them' attitude he felt towards his own parents, but maybe she was better with her foster folks. Maybe they understood. So Porter didn't argue, leaning in close to kiss Medea with a reined-in heat, then pulling back and grinning wide. "Call me," he murmured, darting down to kiss her neck, then rolling off her bed and landing on the balls of his feet. He started for the window, thinking he'd need to get a jog in for a few blocks before going home. There was definitely energy to burn off.

She propped herself up on her good elbow, and grinned at him. "I will." she promised. She had means now. Which really would serve her fairly well, all things considered. And he hadn't skimped on it at all. She was definitely going to need to tell Isabelle about all of this. She waved as well, before blowing him a kiss. "Have sweet dreams, Porter. Thank you again." she told him, voice a light little purr.

He almost turned around from that little purr, sighing and grinning like a fool over at Medea. "I don't think I could have any other kind," he told her earnestly, lingering like he wanted to say more, then abruptly turning to duck out the window. Porter moved softly across the rooftop again, turning to look back as he reached the edge. He wasn't sure Medea could see from her bed? But Porter tugged up his half mask, thinking it might give her a little thrill to see him like that. He waved once at her window, slipping on the climbing claws. And instead of walking the branch back out to the tree? Porter jumped, digging into the bulk of the tree with a rush of adrenaline. This was a totally different kind of energy than what he needed to survive, but he realized now that it was every bit as good. Maybe better.