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It was pouring and he was drunk. Those were the only two thoughts he could keep in his head. No, three things. Pouring, drunk, and the fact that he fucking loathed Sergievsky. How Florence could have put up with him at all was something he didn't want to think about. It was lucky for him that he couldn't think. All he knew was his next destination was home, or at least what passed for home.

Nothing looked right, though. That cluster of trees. Wasn't it supposed to be over there? Or was he supposed to walk through them? Hell. He should have brought a drink back with him.

He closed his eyes, leaned back against a tree, and closed his eyes. He'd just stay for a little while. A few minutes.

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Maureen was making her way back from the Compound when she spotted Freddie. She never had been able to find an umbrella, so she's just thought, screw it, and stayed in the white sundress, figuring she'd just strip it off as soon as she got home. In a way, it was nice walking through the rain, getting soaked. It made her think of running through sprinklers.

"Freddie!" she called, and waved at him.

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Holy fuck, he knew that voice. He turned slowly, head lolling a bit as he watched her get closer. It never even occurred to him to think that it was anyone but Florence. After all, first he'd been ripped to shreds by Sergievsky and now Florence was here. Who was next, Walter? What did surprise him was that she seemed almost happy to see him. He'd heard of the island's strange behavior. Could she be from before that fatal night in Merano?

"Hey, gorgeous." He flashed her a grin, waiting for the telltale scowl to cross her features. Maybe he'd even get slapped.

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Maureen flashed him a dazzling smile. "Heading home?" she asked, and jogged over to him. "I think it's time to get out of the rain, don't you?" She offered her hand.

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"Coming with me?" Freddie returned. Instead of letting her pull him with her, he tugged her closer. "I think I'm in the mood for a little company if you haven't got other plans." Maybe he'd go to hell for sleeping with her without telling her about what would happen, but he was pretty sure that he was damned already. A little more reason to get shoved down there wouldn't hurt much.

"I'd promise you a great time, but I think you know I'm good for it." Already he was picturing the way she'd look under him. It didn't hurt that the dress left so little to the imagination.

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Maureen laughed. "Really." She wasn't sure if he was tipsy or just being silly, but she didn't mind playing along. "I guess you could say I don't have anywhere better to go." She draped an arm around his waist. Innocent, because, you know... she had a boyfriend.

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"Yes, really." Freddie pressed a palm to her cheek and what he did next? It was very not innocent. He leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a hard, demanding kiss. He wanted this, wanted her, even if she was some kind of drunken hallucination and wouldn't be there the next morning. Or maybe...Maureen? But she wouldn't be teasing him like this. She had a boyfriend. No, he was dreaming this or she was here and didn't remember.

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Maureen was more than a little surprised by the kiss. Except it felt... nice. It wasn't as if being in a relationship meant that kissing someone else didn't feel good. She of all people was well enough aware of that.

She kissed him back entirely out of instinct and then finally forced herself to pull away. "I really shouldn't," she said, sounding incredibly unsure.

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"Shouldn't?" Freddie caught her hand. "But you want to, don't you?" He wasn't sure which way was up anymore, but he knew that she wanted to. Or at least he had to know that she wanted to. It was vitally important.

Gently, he began to pull her back in. "Then why don't we?"

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Of course she wanted to. She'd wanted to basically since the moment she'd met him. Okay, yes, part of it was the fact that he looked like Roger. Part of it was that he wanted her. And part of it was that he'd denied her before. He'd wanted to wait, and he'd waited too freaking long.

"Let's just start with getting out of the rain," she said softly and squeezed his hand before leading him toward Bohemia.

And she started thinking... if Freddie had wanted her before, if he'd given in when she'd showed up in his room in her underwear, they would have slept together then.

It wouldn't be cheating. It would be retroactive sex.

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It took Freddie a minute to remember how to walk and stay upright at the same time and it took all of his concentration to do both. Eventually they reached the hut and were in out of the rain and he turned to her. "Well?" Freddie cupped her cheek and kissed her again, a demanding kiss. He wasn't letting her get away again. Not if he could help it.

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Maureen still thought she shouldn't. She couldn't help but think how prickly Patrick had been at the idea of Freddie living here... was she only proving that he had good cause?

Of course, she remembered, it wasn't as if they had ever explicitly said that they were exclusive. It was implied, sure, but...

God, he was a good kisser.

Retroactive sex.

"Well, let's get out of these wet clothes before we catch our deaths." Maureen had always been weak.

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A part of Freddie wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten here, since he'd mostly been leaning on her for support. A smaller, crushed part of him knew exactly how he'd gotten here and knew that this wasn't Florence. The rest of him, though, the majority of him that was drunk just didn't care. She looked like Florence and that was good enough for now.

Good enough that when she suggested getting out of the wet clothes, his shirt was up and off without another thought, completely forgetting about the pattern of scratches and bruises still covering his skin. He dropped it where he was and started toeing out of his shoes.

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Maureen's mouth started to curl into a smile when she saw him tugging at his shirt - but then she saw the bruises.

"Oh, sugar!" She moved closer to him and slid a palm gently onto a clear spot on his chest. "Are you all right? You didn't fight with Roger again did you?"

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Panic welled up in his chest until he firmly squashed it down. "No. Lex." His lips twisted into something resembling a smirk. "But don't worry. I gave as good as I got." It was a lie, but it didn't mean anything. Just like the fact that she'd called him 'sugar' and knew who Roger was. He pressed a hand over hers and moved his thumb gently. "I'm fine. Promise." His voice was just a touch lower.

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Maureen's breath caught. She too was pushing down something unpleasant welling up in her chest... guilt.

But one of Maureen's problems had always been that she didn't tend to think with her chest. Or her head. But something much, much lower.

"It makes you look sort of... dangerous," she said with a small, quirked smile. The white dress was still hanging off of her, soaked with water. She was wearing light blue underthings underneath. They too were wet.

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Freddie's lips curled up. "And you like that?" Well, then. He stepped forward and slid his fingers under the bottom of the dress. "You really should get this off. Cold, remember?" His hands started moving up her dress, trailing over the skin softly.

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"It is," Maureen said softly. Then she pulled the wet dress easily over her head and dropped it to the ground.

Then she smiled and walked back toward her bedroom, assuming he'd follow.

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Freddie had another moment where he could either turn and go or follow her in. A face flickered through his mind, but it was gone again before he could place it. He followed her in.