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"Didn't think you were into twinks but I suppose I can see his appeal."
It's been quiet for a while and that was the first thing Maeve decided to say. Once their rough fuck ended the permanent supe wanted to just walk out. It wasn't as if she undressed and there was nothing left to say. But surprisingly Butcher offered her a cigarette and she decided it wouldn't hurt to stay for a while.
It's how they ended up in this silence. Not quite comfortable but not uncomfortable either. An equilibrium that wasn't tipped over until she decided to speak up.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Maeve just let out a humorless laugh at Butcher's indignant question. As if she was insulted he would ask such a thing. To have the audacity to do so after what he said. After what she heard.
"Hughie. And before you get all defensive I'm going to ask you to drop it."
She knew Butcher wouldn't listen to that and she wondered why she bothered asking in the first place.
"I'm not into men."
The fact that she was proven right not even a second after made her roll her eyes. Making her take a deep drag of her cigarette before she replied.
"You might not be into men but you certainly are into Hughie."
"Fuck no, the kid's like a little brother to me."
It wasn't until now that Maeve bothered to look up at him. Just so she could raise one eyebrow at him to give him an incredulous look.
"No, he's not. Or at least I sure hope he's not. Not with the way you cried out his name while you were fucking me over his desk. And yes, I noticed that it was his desk."
The silence that followed spoke volumes. Maeve could pretty much hear the gears inside of Butcher's head turn. Trying to come up with a smart-ass reply. But it seemed like one would never come. Which made the side of her lip quirk up. As it always looked like Butcher had a reply ready for everything. Especially when it came to supes.
"If it makes you feel any better I think you have a shot with him."
Again no reply but she noticed the split moment that hope glimmered in Butcher's eyes. It was gone as fast as it arrived. Which encouraged Maeve to keep going.
"Despite everything he's still here. He could've walked out on you but he didn't. This might've started because of what happened with his girlfriend but he's staying for you. Not for Annie, but for you."
Maeve allowed those words to sink in for a second before she continued to speak.
"Besides, Annie owns a strap-on."
The look Butcher gave her was almost enough to make her laugh. Before he could reply Maeve put up her hand.
"I know it's not a guarantee he's into men as well but it's a start. And yeah it's bigger than yours but I'm sure he'll be more than happy with what you have to give if tonight wasn't just the temp v talking."
"Bigger?"
"That's what you're fixating on?"
"No, what I am fixating on is why you're trying to help me. What's in it for you?"
"Maybe I think that if you would be getting laid on a frequent basis you'd be less of a cunt?"
That got a smile out of Butcher but he also shook his head.
"That's not it. The fact that you think I'm a cunt is pretty much the reason we just fucked. If you want me to be all buddy buddy with you and share my feelings with you I need something in return."
"Feelings? So you do know that you want him."
"Shut it, forget about me for a moment, and let's talk about you and why you're doing this. It can't be for me, I already explained why. It's not for Hughie either, unless you two are closer than I thought you were. Which leaves..."
Butcher knew his reasoning for why it wasn't for Hughie was shallow but he didn't want to think about Hughie being close to another supe. Or better said being close to anyone period.
But that only left one person. Butcher knew she wasn't doing this out of the goodness of her heart. Somehow making Butcher confront his feelings for Hughie would be beneficial to her. He racked his brain trying to find out why. And when it finally made sense to him he felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner.
"Starlight."
"What about her?"
"You want to split up Hughie and Starlight so you can have her for yourself. And here I thought you were trying to be a good person, instead, you're just trying to get into Starlight's panties."
The laugh that followed almost made Maeve smile from how genuine it was. But instead, the accusation made her frown.
"Don't try to deny it, Love. You know that there's no other reason, at least not one I'm willing to believe."
"I'm not denying it. But unlike you, I have an actual valid excuse to not follow my feelings. I got multiple obstacles if you forgot. With one of them being the reason I'm here in the first place. No, I'm sticking to one-night stands for now."
"Well good luck with that, but if I have my way you'll have to find another hate fuck buddy. As much fun as this was I doubt Hughie would like me fucking other people."
"Yeah, he and Annie both strike me as strictly monogamous. Shame really, it's been a while since I spit-roasted a guy-."
The look Butcher gave her was enough to finally make Maeve smile.
"Already getting territorial, are we? He's not even yours yet."
The smirk that grew on Bucher's face almost made Maeve feel sorry for Hughie. Perhaps making him realize his feelings for the young man was a terrible idea after all.
"Oh, he's mine alright. I know he is. Annie knows he is. The only one who doesn't know it yet is Hughie."
"I think I'm going to regret asking this, but how exactly are you going to make him realize this?"
"That's for me to worry about, Love. Unless you want in?""I'll pass. I think helping you with one ludicrous plan is more than enough for me."
With that said, Maeve stood up. Taking this as her cue to leave, not wanting to risk having Butcher talk her into joining him. So she picked up her jacket and made her way to the door.
"Suit yourself. But I got one more question."
Maeve's hand was already on the door handle as she turned to Butcher. Wondering what he still had left to say.
"How much bigger?"
It took her a moment before she realized what he was asking about but when it did it was her turn to smirk.
"About three inches. That twink of yours really likes it big."
The look on Butcher's face made her laugh for the first time in what felt like years.
"I'm joking, it's around your size."
"Around or exact?"
With a roll of her eyes and a slight smile, Maeve walked through the door.
"Good night, Butcher."