playing to the hero

Who: Medea and Porter
Where: streets, his house
When: afternoon

He probably should've felt guilty? Finding out that Kaysen knew about some kind of serial killer who was still on the loose really should have killed any excitement Porter felt, but it didn't. Not entirely, at least. It had sobered him enough to keep Porter from doing anything rash, but the knowledge of her abilities still had him psyched right up. They could form a team or something, it would be AWESOME. And that enthusiasm had him motivated as he left her house behind, bustling around town and stopping by a little bakery before heading for Medea's house.

He wanted to get it done beforehand, since Porter guessed that Medea's thin frame really wasn't suited to the chill out here. So there he was, bustling along with a couple of cinnamon rolls in hand, slipping his phone free in the other to dial her number. Porter grinned as he raised it to his ear, hoping he could keep Kaysen's secrets hidden without having to sacrifice his enthusiasm for the day. He doubted that'd happen, Medea tended to make him plenty enthusiastic.

Medea was in her room, reading over her abnormal psych book when the call came in, and she smiled a touch, reaching out to pick up the phone. "Hey!" she said, effecting the tone of someone who was overwhelmingly pleased to hear from whoever was on the other end. "I was just thinking about you! How're you?" she asked sweetly. "By the way, there might be movie-gathering-things going on soon. One of the guys I met when I first got to town wants to meet you." she told him, in a sort of gushing, couldn't -wait-to-tell-you manner.

"Movie things?" Porter repeated first as he walked, "I could do that! But, um, are you sure he wants to meet me?" Because that was a little weird, Porter never had people excited to meet him, he worked on a low profile just for that sort of reason. That way he didn't disappoint so easily. "And I'm cold, but I got you something... is it okay if I come by? Thought you might want to watch a movie at my place or something." And he was hopeful for what seemed to be safe habits with the two of them. If he was cold? Well, cuddling up with Medea was always a great solution.

Medea smiled. Another present, hmm? He was just full of them. But he had a sweet, giving nature, so that worked to her advantage. "I'd love to! and yeah, I was telling him about you, and he said he wanted to meet you. His name's Kavin, with the funerals and everything, we were just talking that it it might be nice to have a kind of break from all the glum stuff." she explained, though she did put emphasis on the bit about her telling someone about him. Like she'd told him all good things.

"I hope you didn't hype me up too much, I'd hate to disappoint," he told her, trying to ignore the twinge of anxiety in his gut. Porter knew he didn't measure up to most guys his age, but he was telling himself that he had nothing to worry about. If she was talking about him? Maybe it was in that 'my boyfriend and I' way, though he still wasn't positive he qualified as that, even. "But even if I do? A movie night or something sounds good." Mainly because it meant seeing her, and his parents wouldn't complain as much if they knew he was going to hang out with other people. "Any idea when? Actually, don't answer. Save your minutes, I'll be there in a minute or two."

"Porter!" Medea said immediately in a chiding sort of way. "Don't you even start with that. You will not disappoint! And if anyone says anything, I'm going to have to punch them, and that would bruise my hand. So, they'll all have to be nice, and anyways, they wouldn't have any reason not to. You're wonderful." she said firmly. "I--okay, I'll be waiting!" she promised, hanging up and dropping her phone down. She switched her books--went from her abnormal psych one to the notes she'd made from the psychic vampire book. She'd had extra time on her shift, so she'd done homework.

Tucking his own phone away, Porter tugged his hood up as a small buffer against the chill in the air as he trudged along towards Medea's house. Within its' folds he was smiling, heartened by Medea's reassurances and her promise to defend him. Hearing her say that? Well, it left no room for Porter to doubt things, at least not right now. He was doing okay, he'd find a way to help Kaysen, and what he had with Medea wouldn't dip in its greatness. Not if he could help it, at least. Getting lost in his internal musings made him oblivious to the passing houses, though, and when Porter finally looked up he was already trudging off the sidewalk and up Medea's front steps. He couldn't help a nervous huff of breath as he rang the bell, always jittery just at the thought of seeing her again.

One of the younger kids opened up the door, and the ten year old boy just stared at Porter for a moment. Then he turned and yelled up the stairs. "It's for you!" he shouted, then walked back off into the house without ever actually greeting Porter in the first place.

Medea came down the steps a moment later, grinning brightly at him when she saw him. "There you are!" she said. "Are you coming in?" she asked, waving him inwards. He'd been up to her room before, via the window, but she liked how he'd reacted to being in there in the first place. So, she wanted to do it again.

"Are... is anyone else here?" he asked, ditching his first urge to ask about her foster parents. That was far too telling about what he feared he might get caught at inside. Porter didn't wait for an answer, slipping inside and holding out the bag of cinnamon rolls. "You struck me as a fan of baked goods," he explained, grinning wide at Medea as he tugged his hood down, "But if I tried to make them, I'd probably burn the house down."

"Ooh!" she said. "Well called! I am a fan of baked goods!" And that was truth. They had a lot of calorie content, and that helped fuel her. "And no burning the house down. Maybe some night we'll make an adventure out of baking cookies." she suggested, crooking her finger at him and walking backwards up the steps a bit. "Could be exciting and new!"

While he didn't know how close to the mark he'd hit, Porter's assumption had been close. She was so thin, so delicate, and the sugary treat would definitely keep Medea contented for a while. His eyebrows rose in surprise as she beckoned him over and started upstairs, but his feet operated on reflex as they shuffled Medea's way. I think that means 'no, no one is home. Get over here', he mused as his cheeks bunched. "You can make that into an adventure?" he asked as he neared her and held out the bag, "How? Racing to the emergency room after eating cookie dough gives you salmonella?"

She laughed. "Hey. Not all adventures have to involve anything dangerous." Medea said playfully, giving him a lightly wicked smile. "I can think of all sorts of them that don't involve anything like that. But let's give it a shot anyhow sometime." she suggested, getting to the landing, then opening up her bedroom door. She opened it up, and crooked her finger at him in the universal come hither gesture.

Any smart little joke or comment Porter had couldn't survive that image. He knew what door she'd headed to, and just the sight of Medea lingering in the doorway and beckoning to him was like Christmas to Porter. Still, he forced himself to keep from rushing over in eagerness, grip tightening on the paper bag he carried as he drew closer. "I'm becoming a fan of adventures," he murmured eventually as he reached her, "The non-dangerous type, definitely. But you've gotta keep it secret if I turn out to be good at baking."

Medea gave a girlish little giggle, and nodded at him. "I can keep a secret." she promised him, walking backwards towards her bed, where she dropped down, and she patted the bedspread next to her. "C'mon. I was just going over notes anyways. Distract me." she invited.

She had to be messing with him, just trying to coax those totally flustered and overwhelmed smiles from Porter. Whether she was or not, she got one. "I totally know you can," he agreed, shrugging off his backpack and stepping out of his shoes. Porter climbed down onto the bed more slowly than Medea had, fearful of jostling or bruising her as he settled on one elbow, watching her with a twinkle in his eyes. "And how should I distract you, exactly? My new comics for the month came yesterday, are you as curious as I was to find out what Captain America's up to?" he murmured playfully, reaching his free hand out to settle at her side.

She giggled at that, munching on one of the rolls. "You know, I could be." she said. "Though, right now...I'm more interested in what you can distract me with at the moment. And Captain America...he's not right here." she said, brushing her fingertips along the back of his hand. "You could always tell me what you're plotting for the next comic of yours." she said, leaning closer to him. Enough to brush a sugary little kiss across his lips.

Porter worked to crush any lines like 'and I thought you were sweet before' as Medea kissed him, deciding his best approach was to lean right into her. So he did, kissing her more firmly for a drawn out moment and eventually drawing back with a shy smile. He wanted more, of course, he always wanted more, but it didn't feel right to push the issue. For some reason just the idea made him feel... strange, guilty maybe. "Next update?" he murmured dreamily, reaching out to stroke her hair, "Exposition, some setup for down the road mostly. I have a loose idea for the near future, but lately? I've been all kinds of distracted. Which is not a complaint."

She laughed a touch. "I don't want to start getting hate mail and death threats from your readers!" Medea said, pushing him back just a little, pressure on his shoulder so he would be pushed down onto his back. "What's your idea for the near future?" she asked him, shifting so she was looking down at him.

He didn't want to fight the shifting of positions, so Porter just rolled with it and settled below her, smiling up at Medea. "Some new characters I wanted to try," he murmured, reaching up to wind her hair between his fingers, moving it so it obscured one eye slightly. I just need a camera wired to my brain, he mused with a content expression. "Any time you want to intro someone, generally the trick's to have them cameo and see how people like them? So... a villain the Conduit can't handle alone, and some other people tracking the villain down for their own reasons."

"Sounds interesting. Rounding out the cast more?" she asked, letting him do whatever he wanted with her hair. She leaned closer to him, and gave him a teasing little kiss, something far lighter than would probably have been satisfying, but she remained close, like there was more to be had, she was just waiting for his reply before she did it.

"Well, it's a cast of two right now," he answered, voice hushed and distracted as Medea withdrew. Porter's eyes crinkled in amusement as Medea stayed in like that, debating how he could explain it without revealing anything about Kaysen. "There's just the solitary hero, y'know? Well, and the villain he never catches. Eventually people are going to get bored with my art, so... clockwork girl! Maybe a pyrokinetic or something too, or... I don't know. Inspire me?" he asked in a playful tone, running a hand around Medea's side and up.

She gave him a little wicked smile, and leaned closer to him, reaching up to tilt his face away from hers so she could nuzzle along the edge of his jaw towards his ear. "So the clockwork girl. Is he going to know she's clockwork right away, or are you going to reveal that later?" she asked, thinking the inspiration could be given in many ways, one of which was presenting questions that could be thought through. Of course, she had other ideas as well.

"I..." Porter started to answer, entirely losing his train of thought as he felt Medea move in close to his neck. He shut his eyes, settling a hand comfortably at her back as he concentrated on making words. Words were good. "I could go either way?" he finally managed, "Like, at first I thought of an immediate reveal where he's trying to rescue her and she gets shot but just... stands there? But gradual is fun too, like at first she's just this woman who isn't afraid of him, even keeps seeking him out. And then things happen." Which was hella-vague, but he was a little distracted.

"Things happen?" Medea asked, amused that she was derailing him so easily. But then again, that had been her goal here, so that was fun. She just enjoyed knowing what kinds of effects she could have on him, with how little effort. She kept up what she was doing, keeping it slow but distracting. "What kind of things?"

He was scrambling to think of plot in that moment, desperate for something that sounded good and hoping whatever he came up with would actually be usable when he wasn't trapped in such an enjoyable moment. "Maybe... she's immune to the new villain? So the Conduit needs her? Or maybe Thirst is trying to destroy her because she's one of a kind. I think... whatever powers her is finite, right? So she's fragile, and she needs a defender. And even if they aren't the same, there's something the Conduit gets about her, so he wants to fight to keep it." Which was a much more plainly stated admission of just how much Porter's real life bled into his work, but he wasn't exactly on top of his defenses at the moment.

"I would definitely say what fuels her is finite." Medea said, nuzzling up the side of his neck, and she brushed a little kiss against his skin. "Maybe something that's becoming an increasing issue, where she knows her time is going to run down sometime in the forseeable future." She got to his ear and nuzzled there, voice softer, a whisper. "What's her personality going to be like?"

Porter couldn't keep doing this; trying to focus through the tingle of her lips on his skin and the warm little flutters of her breath. So, as he leaned in towards her lips ever so slightly, he stopped. He just... opened his mouth, hoping whatever came out was going to make sense. "Soft at the edges," he murmured, "Hopeful, but sad. Lonely, scared to open up because of who she is but needing to at the same time? She'll be sharp, smart, honest. Just... afraid to show all that."

She smiled, and nodded. "I think you should do the gunshot. Just...get people to love her first. Care about what happens to her, then end it when she's clearly hit in the chest with a bullet. Leave them hanging for a little bit. They'll love you for it." she told him, closing the distance to kiss him properly.

How could someone not love her? he wondered, glad on multiple levels as Medea kissed him. Obviously, there was the rush of emotion he had as her so-soft lips pressed into his, but beyond that? Well, it was good to have a silencing moment so Porter wouldn't blurt out that he loved her. It was still too soon, he knew that. But it didn't stop him from wanting to say it. he showed it instead, winding his arms around Medea's waist to draw her in snugly. But Porter was proud of himself for being the one to break away, bumping his forehead against Medea's lightly. "It's good that this idea's not going to fade," he murmured, "Because I could write pages write now, if I wanted to move at all..."

She remained in close, curling her fingers down towards his back, sliding them just beneath his clothing so she could brush them against his skin. "Did you want to get writing?" she asked him. "I don't want to stop you if you're inspired..." she added, nuzzling at the side of his nose a little bit, wondering what he would do. "And if I'm inspiring you, I could just...keep doing that." she added onto that. "We could find someplace private to go. I even promised I'd model for you, remember?"

Even if he was inspired, the last thing Porter wanted to do right now was sit somewhere alone and work on his comic. This was why artists worked best when depressed; happiness had too many alluring distractions. "You could keep at it," he agreed with a little shiver, sliding a hand down Medea's back and across the back of her leg, "I just... think I'd need some study time before I was ready to draw you? Need to observe the subject and all." His eyes fluttered shut as Porter sucked in a soft breath, leaning in to nuzzle her neck and speak softly into her ear. "My folks aren't home, they're gonna be out for a while, if... you wanted to head over there."

"I like the sound of that." Medea told him, turning her face in towards his again to give him another brush of a kiss. She deepened it just enough to tease, before she pulled back. "Shall we?" she asked, watching his eyes and she made her expression somewhere between wicked and unreadable, something he would have to think about, and might give him ideas.

She was definitely giving him ideas, no two ways about it. The problem was that every one of them made Porter nervous beyond belief, even moreso than this situation did. Being alone with Medea? Yeah, it was great in a dozen nerve-wracking ways. But the way she kissed him, and the look in her eyes? Both told him that being alone with her was only the start of his worries. "Yeah, let's," Porter finally answered with a light smile, slipping a foot off the bed and down to the floor, just to anchor him in the idea of getting up.

She sat up and stretched, before she stood, mussing his hair slightly as she did so. "I'll grab my jacket, and tell people where I'm going to be...meet you outside?" she suggested, smiling at him sweetly.

"Sounds good," he murmured, gaze lingering as Medea stretched. Porter slipped from her bed a moment after her, trudging downstairs with a private smile as he moved for the door. What was he doing? And why, if he felt so nervous, didn't he care that it could have repercussions? Maybe it was because whatever was going to happen, Medea was the center of it. He'd stood up to his stepdad for her, he'd saved her from a real monster... Lingering down by the front door, Porter had to wonder if there was anything he couldn't do, so long as she was the fuel for his fires.

Medea grabbed up her backpack, and emptied the books out of it, going over to her closet to choose a few things from it, folding them and putting them into her pack. She also grabbed some of her costume jewelry, and put that in one of the pockets, before she zipped it up and headed down to meet him. She had poked her head into the living room to let her foster parents know that she was going out for a while, and no, she didn't plan on walking anywhere alone, and then she was back to Porter, grabbing his hand as she walked past him, tugging him out the door. "We're good!" she said.

"Excellent," he said readily as she drew him outside. Porter rallied his nerves, sliding an arm around Medea's shoulders with what seemed like natural ease as they moved down her steps and started towards his house. "I think Wade missed you, y'know," Porter teased as they walked, "No one ever wants to cuddle him like you did, he takes it out on his mice." Which, he realized belatedly, was a little morbid to share. But he didn't have control over time, now did he? So with a silent hope that it wasn't going to ruin the moment, Porter gave her a little squeeze and smiled jokingly. "Really, I can empathize with him."

She laughed, looking at him with a little grin. "Well I'll have to give him a little snuggle when we get there." she told him. "I wouldn't want him feeling all neglected or despondent without me, so I'll make it up to him." she promised. "And you I'll just have to make a point to see more often during school hours." she said, sounding like she was latching onto the idea as an excuse for something she wanted in the first place. "It would only be fair."

"I'm all for fair time," Porter agreed readily, relieved that she hadn't taken anything weird out of what he'd said. "Just during school, though? I figure if we're doing some kind of movie night with people, maybe we can make it a regular thing. I mean... with everything happening in town? Well, i'm not exactly Mr. Popular, but maybe making some friends is a good idea. Safety in numbers, right?" And he meant that more for Medea than himself, in truth. Porter wasn't a superhero, but he had ways to defend himself. But her? Well, even thinking that she might find trouble without him there to help was unpleasant, to say the least.

"Yes, safety in numbers. I'll have to talk to Kavin, see if he even remembers that we were supposed to have a movie night..." Medea said, which she wasn't at all sure he did. "But making it a regular thing sounds fun, really. I mean, it's going to be a long winter even if we're ignoring the hanging out in a group safety precautions thing. Might be fun just to have a regular, standing date as it were. And, if we're in a group...at least your parents won't kick up a fuss...right?" she asked, adding that light little undercurrent of insecurity in her tone.

He gave another light squeeze as he caught the edge of uncertainty in Medea's voice. Porter hated hearing that, or thinking that it was Carter's fault it even existed. He wished he could drain it right out of Medea like he did with the life of the werewolf, but that wasn't happening. "It doesn't matter if they do, either way," he reassured her, "They don't get to criticize the best part of me moving here, they just don't." And she was likely right, too; they wouldn't complain as much if there were multiple people all hanging out, but it was the principle of the thing that bothered him. "But yeah, talk to him, let me know. We can do it at my place most likely, it's not like my mom really uses the big TV or anything."

"I'll let him know." she said, looking like his words had comforted her somewhat, and she pushed lightly in towards him more as they walked to emphasize that. "Maybe we can have theme movie nights. Rent interesting movies, maybe purposely rent some bad ones. You can't appreciate good films unless you've seen the worst ones." she said, tone light and teasing, though it held the edge of seriousness too, like she genuinely wanted to do that.

"Oh definitely," he agreed, nodding and leaning his head towards hers, resting it there lightly as they walked. "I've seen some crap, low-budget and high-budget. It really makes you enjoy the decent stuff that much more. And I like the themed idea. I was kinda surprised there wasn't, like, a club for it at school already. Back east we had an anime club and a sci-fi one. You think there'd be people beyond Kavin who actually want to hang out?" he asked with a faint trace of uncertainty. Because really, just because Medea liked him, it didn't mean Porter would suddenly stop being the babyfaced geek in the halls to anyone else.

"Of course." Medea said, smiling at him in a reassuring manner, that same sentiment leaked into her tone. "And maybe there are clubs for that stuff here, and I just haven't noticed. Or one could be started, I mean, there's got to be other people who like the same things. Maybe they're just not organized enough. Either way, we'll do our movie night thing, and people will want to hang out, and it'll be fun." she assured him. Then she smiled a slightly more impishly at him. "And if every once in a while we happen to get sidetracked...I wouldn't necessarily mind."

Porter laughed in delight, cheeks bunching as he grinned wide and earnest at Medea. "Even if it's a good movie, I wouldn't mind either. Cuz, y'know... that's not real," he murmured as they came in sight of his house, "This is." And he was hopeful because of that. It wasn't 'wouldn't this be wonderful' sorts of daydreams. She was solid against him, and it was wonderful. It was so good that he could almost believe that she was right; people would want to hang out, he'd have another good thing in his life because of Medea. "But no club through school or anything, they had like... teacher oversight. I'd rather we just do it all ourselves."

"Ah, right. Well, we can just have our own little gatherings." Medea said, automatically discluding adult supervision. Really, they got in the way. And while they could be useful from time to time if played properly, she would much rather keep all of her dealings to her supposed peers. The only use she had for adults at the moment was to reinforce her separating people out from them. Like with Porter and his parents. That seemed to be working beautifully. "Though I'm going to admit right now that I'm glad it's just us at the moment." she told him.

"I'm not complaining about that either," he agreed readily, "I'm sure Kavin's cool? And I know a few people who'd be fun to hang out with, but right now? You're way, way more than enough. Honestly? I think you're more than I can handle." Porter smiled warmly with the admission, fidgeting with his keys in readiness to let them both inside his house. He wanted to show Medea off to Kaysen and Thom, to see if her perpetual warmth and optimism could spread to Leija, but for today? He'd probably kick any and all of them out if they were here. "But I'm not gonna let that spook me out of trying," he assured Medea as he took the first steps up towards his porch.

"Well, I would hope not. I'd have to cry." she told him, laughing softly. "And you wouldn't want that. So, you'll just have to humor me, keep me, and deal with finding out that you're fully capable of handling me." she told him, tone conveying that she thought it was the truth. That little bolster that she always gave him, the pump up he required just a little at a time. Constant, if not over the top.

She'd sparked something inside of Porter, apparently. Because as he unlocked his front door? He was eager to see if he really could handle her. "I think you could get me to commit a felony if you started crying," he teased, swinging open the door for Medea, "But let's not find out, I like having a clean record. And... I'm keeping you, now? Still keen on moving into my room?" He was still game for it, impossible as it was with both of their parents in the equation.

She laughed, stepping inside, and she toed her shoes off, though looked for a moment like she almost wanted to hide them, so her presence would be less obvious for when his parents did arrive home. "I was thinking in a more metaphorical sense." she told him, tone light, teasing, sweet. She unzipped her coat, and shrugged her backpack off of her shoulders to remove it. "I think I'm going to have to warm up more before I can give Wade a proper snuggling." she decided.

Stepping out of his own shoes, Porter dropped them next to Medea's at the door. He caught the flicker of uncertainty, and by now his protective urges almost wanted his parents to come home just so he could tell them off and destroy the worries Medea had. Almost. But the sight of Medea shedding her coat? The mention of snuggling? Both were enough to keep that urge as an 'almost'. "I could turn up the heat?" Porter suggested as he advanced on Medea, smiling wryly, "Or I could..." He trailed off as he reached her, bending low to scoop Medea up off the floor and into his arms. Porter didn't think he was exceptionally strong by any standard, but Medea was so delicate looking that he was positive he could do this.

She squeaked and laughed, a rich sound as she put her arms up around his neck. "I like this method, thank you!" she told him, tone amused and affectionate. "Are there blankets involved at some point? Can we go find them?" she asked, looking pointedly off in the direction of his room. "I believe, my mighty warrior, that we may find shelter that way." she said, pointing.

Porter had to laugh in kind, careful to the point of paranoia as he took each step upstairs lightly. If he dropped her? He'd be so embarrassed that he'd try to drain himself. "I'll trust your intuition to guide us to sanctuary," he teased with a wink, cresting the last of the stairs eventually and moving down the hall with Medea held close in his grip. As they reached Porter's door, he nudged it open with a knee and sighed in soft triumph. "Behold, the promised land," he murmured into Medea's ear, nuzzling close enough to smell her hair, "Blankets, movies, videogames, and soda. We shall live like royalty."

She turned her eyes on the room, then back to him. "I never would have made it without you." she told him in a soft, slightly breathy whisper, playing a role again. "Never. And with everything we've been through, all the hardships and battles...my hero...say you'll stay, and leave the watch to those left breathing on the battlefield."

She could act, that was for certain. The soft whisper lit a fire in Porter's gut that burned up his anxiety, and her lithe frame against him was a reward unto itself. Porter stepped carefully over a pile of laundry and around a wayward game controller towards his bed, moving through his room on reflex as he kept his eyes on her. "As if you'd have to ask," he murmured, playing along. It felt so natural right now, he couldn't help it. "They fight for me, and I fight for you," he told her, easing Medea down onto his bed and stretching out slowly with her. His hands didn't withdraw, instead tracing around from her back to her sides and down, gripping the edge of a blanket and slowly drawing it up over her calves. "i'm exactly where I'm supposed to be," Porter told her earnestly, eyes shining as, for once, his anxiety held no claim, and he leaned in to pin her in a deep kiss.

That was what she'd been after. For him to fall into the role she'd set up for him. To play the game, to play it so easily and fully, because once he started, it would be so much easier to follow it through on other channels. So much easier to enter into the games, the fantasies, and it was something that he'd likely understand other people did not do. It was part of making herself indispensible. And it was working well. She kissed him back, like the girl she was playing she was would. Like the world might be ending. Like she needed it to survive. Like he was the be all and end all of her world.

He dove into that kiss, too focused on the heat and the soft press of her breath past his lips to consider the implications. It was pure wish fulfillment for Porter, physical praise from Medea that told him he was the hero she wanted. He pulled the blanket higher over both of them, twining a leg between hers as Porter cupped Medea's jaw in one hand, drawing her up into his lips eagerly. "Anything for you," he gasped, some surface level of his mind insisting it was just part of the game, "Anything." And then? Spurred by his own words, by every reminder he'd ever been shown that she wanted more, Porter began to do what he'd wanted. His hand left her side to smooth up along Medea's stomach and over her ribs, settling in a slow caress at her breast as he pressed in for another kiss.

She gave a soft little breath, not quite a gasp, even as she pushed closer to his touch, and she kissed him in return. She matched him for it--but let him set the pace, speed, tone. "Anything, my lord?" she gasped, between kisses, making sure that she sounded helpless, entirely swept away with what he was doing. Fully into the 'play' as it were.

My lord. My hero. She liked to use the latter plenty, and it had given Porter little thrills before. So he shouldn't have been surprised that the former did the same just as well. He was trying to keep himself convinced that this was just a game, a little goof they were both indulging while enjoying other things, but it was captivating all the same. "Anything," he repeated in a rushed whisper, hands describing Medea carefully as he leaned in to kiss at her neck and speak directly into her ear. "Just say it, it's done. I cannot fail if I fight for you."

This was going to be easy to instill in him. He fell into it so nicely, he played it all so well. "Keep me safe." she said, in that same light, breathy whisper, desperation thrown in for good measure. "Protect me." she added, as she slid her arms up around his neck. Playing to a hero complex was easy too, really.

"Always," he promised in a fervent whisper, feeling a sense of total contentment as Medea's arms closed around him. That? Well, that wasn't part of the game, but he meant it. He was her hero, or protector, or whatever else Medea would need. And he was thrilled to be, thinking there wasn't anything else out there that'd appeal so much. But the infatuated part of him wasn't lingering in thoughts too heavily there, how could it? There she was, his everything, growing warmer beneath the blankets with Porter and endlessly soft under his touch. "Until I can't do anything else," Porter added fleetingly, leaning back to Medea's lips with a little groan of longing.

She kissed him, and moved closer, shifting slightly so she could slide her knee up alongside the outside of his leg, towards his hip. She made a slow movement of it, something meant to distract and focus his attention there, even as she brushed her hand up under the hem of his shirt to rest against his ribs. "You'll never be incapable. I trust you. You'll always be able to come through for me." she told him, setting forth that idea, that there wouldn't be a point where he would have to stop, that he would always be her hero.

The slow draw of her leg against his own was heavenly, guiding Porter to settle more naturally against Medea with a little shiver. He was still mindful of her beneath him, not even wanting to lay against her too heavily for fear of marring the perfect girl beneath him, but he wanted to be closer. "Always," he echoed with a slight nod, reaching up to trace his fingers across her cheek and into her hair. "I'm not ever going to let anything happen to you," Porter pledged fervently, moving his other hand to run along the outside of her leg where it rested against his, pushing past the hem of her skirt to feel bare skin slowly.

She made an appreciative sound, encouraging. She always wanted to make sure he was properly encouraged. "I know you won't." she murmured to him, said in an exhale before she kissed him again like life depended on it. "I know I'll always be able to count on you, you'll always be my champion." she told him. After all, since he seemed to be quite enamored with this whole thing in the first place, she may as well play it to the hilt.

His parents needed to stay out all day, in Porter's opinion. He could spend hours here, basking in her soft praise and light touches. And he'd need to if he wanted to build up the confidence to try and push things any farther. Enamored with Medea or not, this was still largely uncharted territory for Porter, and he had no idea what might be too much, too soon. She hadn't protested yet, at least, and didn't seem like she was about to either. Because she needs me, he thought exultingly, And I won't let her down.