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The first night had been spent out in the open, but tonight Marlowe has found the pair a tavern. Quiet, out of the way, not well-to-do but hardly the worst place he has slept in.

Of course, that is the problem.

Marlowe leans against the doorway, watching Mary Anne (Mariane) with an amused twinkle in his eye.

"So, my dear. Which side of the bed do you want?"

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"Dawn, or there abouts." Marlowe has ever been too restless a mind to stay anywhere long. He moves to the end of the bed and then crawls onto it, twisting around so that he studies the ceiling.

Somehow, this is far, far more awkward than sleeping with Darren had ever been.

"Alright."

She closes her eyes.

"Good night, then."

"Night. Blow out the candle, would you please?"

"Sure."

She sits back up just enough to lean over to the nightstand. A moment later, the room goes dark.

Marlowe doesn't shut his eye. He does, however, keep staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore her.

Mary Anne spent three years training herself to fall asleep and wake up at the drop of a hat.

And of course, that training is amounting to fuck all right now.

Mary Anne stares at the door and tries not to breath too loudly.

Shutting eye will help.

Any moment now.

She could stay awake for a little while, really. She is here to protect him, after all. Can't do that if she's asleep.

Just for a little while.

You know what?

Sod it.

He isn't as young as he once was, and running on nervous energy more than sleep for weeks, and in any case he'd always slept better with someone than without.

Call it training, but it isn't so long before his breathing deepens, and evens out.

She listens to his breathing, counting the minutes in her head.

At fifteen, she smiles and closes her eyes.

By sixteen, she's asleep.

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