Capital. How the word rolled in her head. Never did she think something like that would exist, nor even a nation as a person to be honest. It seemed so far out there yet as she spoke with Amber and finally got Mattie to speak, it seemed that it was very real before her. There were so many things unturned it seemed; the question of mystery but most of all the unknown. Marissa tried to calm her racing mind yet it seemed that it had better plans for her as she entered the quiet home.

Things had gone on a wild rollercoaster for her, between the thoughts of being a capital and the attack on her apartment, then her grandfather in the hospital under extreme care wasn't helping her either. The doctors kept pushing that he was worse than she thought, to prepare for the ultimate, yet she couldn't believe them, didn't want to for that matter. He was as strong as an ox and made it so when they tried to have him take his meds. Only his Muncharoon could get it in him. Yet as of late, she was starting to struggle with him. She shook her head, pushing the damning thought away as she moved around the home.

"Matthew?" oddly it was quieter than usual. "Where is that man?"

Making her way around the home, she tried to see where the shy Canadian was. Keys still in place as the vehicles laid cold outside, the laptop open with documents of government sent between his brother and others along with the plane tickets for him and herself for Vienna. Yet no Matthew. Looking over the office, she noticed a small picture of him and Alfred. It's faded black and white color with wrinkled edges gave her insight to when it was. Looking closer she noticed the other two men within it, Arthur and Francis, he said they were but what stuck out wasn't the four men, but the man behind him. She knew that face, her grandmother swooned over it when she would place his pictures up in his uniform. There behind Matthew was her grandfather, looking at the camera with the four of them.

"Now it makes sense why ya like him." she smiled finally things tied up with her grandfather. "Ya were in the war together."

A knowing warmth and comfort came over her as she looked at the photo just for her to focus on Matthew more. The uniform sharp and crisp on him, even being a little disheveled, his eyes seemed to just stand out with knowledge and courage rolled together, his body strong and lean as he was ready to fight. And the more she looked at him, the hotter he seemed in his uniform. Shaking her head, she placed the picture down to see another, this one of him upon a horse, in his Mountie uniform. Now that was something she wasn't expecting as heat rushed around her. Vivid images of him beneath her in the uniforms plagued her mind, making her quiver in want.

"Now you need to behave yourself, Marissa, don't need to get all bothered trying to find the man."

Escaping the torture of her libido from his office, she made her way upstairs to see if he was elsewhere. She tried to cool herself down, tried so hard to make the blush disappear from her cheeks as the sound of running water caught her ear.

"Oh, washroom." Slipping into his bedroom, she found the source as rustling and pants caught her.

Odd, that wasn't what she expected. Slowly going to the door, she found it open slightly, light wisps of steam seeping out the crease as a moan came to her ears. What on earth? One more, another and then her name came to be and she came to realize what was happening behind the door. Oh now, this was interesting. He was pleasuring himself to her, and she was being a dirty peeping tom on him and she couldn't turn away. Gently pushing the door, she finally caught a glance of him. One arm propped him against the sink as his hand stroked his member, his brow knit with need as his lips were parted with pleasure. This was downright sinful, and she wanted to just sit there and watch him. The more she stood there, the more her body grew hotter and needier. She tried to imagine him above her, his hands on her body as his manhood slid within her, bringing forth her own end with his own. Oh, how she wanted that so badly. And then a wicked idea came to her mind.

Pushing open the door, she leaned against the frame as she unbuttoned her blouse and pants, waiting to have him see her, yet he was lost in his world. Taking off her glasses, she let them drop on the sink finally gaining his attention with a startled yelp.

"Marissa!" he shouted, attempting to hide his embarrassment and issue.

"Why ya stopping?"

"I didn't...I was...how long...what are-" she placed her finger to his rambling lips, feeling a shiver run through him.

"One, ya can't hide the fact ya were teasing yerself as ya called me name. Two, I saw plenty of it and truth, it turned me on quite a bit. And three, why not play with the real thing?"

His cheeks were bright red as he stood there gawking at her, still shocked that she even witnessed him and made the notion she did. Slowly, Marissa took off her clothes, one by one, inch by ever slowly, agonizing inch. She watched his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he tried to swallow his desire down as she stood completely bare before him.

"We'll if ya won't play, I'm making use of the shower then." she mosied over, brushing ever lightly into him.

Jumping into the hot water, she did exactly as she said she would. Marissa let the water cascade down her body, soaking her hair as she knew he was watching intently. She was quite happy that the doors were clear glass as the spray spattered the solid object, lightly hiding her from his eye. She could feel his gaze, a lit fire spreading across her skin as he took her in. This was exciting. Enticing him to let go of the quiet persona he held so close to him, to bear witness to the true man she believed he could be. Yet he made no move. She wasn't sure how else to get him in with her, besides dragging him in. Giving a playful look, she pressed her breasts against the glass, giving a small pleasing moan just to move and press her ass against the wet glass.

Before she could move away from the siding, she found herself pressed against the wall, hot breath lingering on the back of her neck as two solid arms caged her to his form, his member slickly slipping between her thighs. Finally. Marissa pushed back on him, earning a groan from his throat just to be flipped around, her back pressing against the cool wall as he devoured her in a deep, needy kiss. She was lost. So lost in this feeling and world that he was giving her, yet she dove into it headfirst. He was hot. Powerful. Wild. Godlike. And she was taking in everything she could.

He pressed against her, his manhood pressing tightly against her lower belly, making her own core tremble in want. His hands sculpted her body, every inch that he could get his hands on just to grip onto her ass, giving it a firm yet needy squeeze. Marissa couldn't hold back her own pleasure as he teased her body, she held onto him as best as she could yet tried her hardest to have him give her what she wanted. Lifting her hips to match his own, pulling him down to her, yet everything she tried, he evaded her.

"Matthew." she moaned out, slowly getting desperate for him.

"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Marissa? Nécessiteux?"

Oh lord, why didn't she take French in school? She wanted more of it, to hear that velvet language roll off his tongue like a delicious dessert that was him.

"Lord Mattie, more please."

"More what?"

"Matthew please, more of everything! The French, touching, kissing. For god's sake fuck me already!" she demanded.

She caught a glimpse of his face, a sly grin caressing his face as his eyes seemed to have darkened in lust and desire. Whatever she had unleashed in the man was now out and untamed and ready to claim it's prize. Yet she wasn't going to fully give in either as he just teased her. For if he could tease, then so could she. Her hand darted between them, taking hold of his stiff member, feeling him twitch in the palm of her hand as his mouth parted with a gasp. His mouth attacked her neck, giving light nips and licks down the column, making her lose her breath. She held steady, palming him as his mouth traveled lower as she tried to catch her wavering breath. His lips danced around her breasts, never giving her the want as she pushed her chest out to him, practically demanding him.

A tense whine left her as he finally gave her what she wanted, latching onto the pert bud, tasting and drinking her body in. His hands skimming her body, one upon her other breasts, trying to match the tempo of his mouth as the other delicately traced her core. Jesus, he was a god, where the hell was he hiding this man at? She never really expected him to be this way; the calm, quiet, shy man that was lucky to not look at her and blush away, stuttering over his words of adoration was gone and replaced with someone that took charge, control, and would let her release as many times as he could. Her body was lit to flame, a burning coil growing more and more as his finger finally entered her wanting body, causing a rift of GĂ idhlig curses and moans to emit from her.

Marissa was lucky to keep her mind coherent as he drove his finger into her, adding another to spice it up. Those violet orbs looked in her own, full of dark need and lust yet hiding behind them was love and adoration of her mixed with a dizzying spell of pleasure. His lips were just out of reach of hers, his breath just faintly tickling her chin making her near stir-crazy with him. Her hand became sloppy as she was feeling his play fill her body with the mesmerizing, coiling heat she wanted. Until it stopped suddenly.

"Matthew." she whined against him, only to feel her legs lift up and her back fully pressed against the wall while his member sat eagerly at her wanting core, "Matthew!"

"Relax Marissa, I have you."

"Ya can't have me like this, I'm too-" she was cut off by his lips and a sudden sting to her ass, making her moan against him.

"I hear you call yourself fat or anything else of it, I'll deliver the same thing again." he warned as she felt him slide into her.

Marissa was at a loss for words, she couldn't speak, or think, even breathing was tough as he filled her with a final groan from him. Her head rested against the wall as her eyes fell back in her head, her body alive. He was slow at first; deliberate long, slow, agonizing strokes just dragging out her pleasure. She could feel the tight muscles of his back as her hands clung to him, trying to grab a notion of reality as it edged away into pleasure. There was nothing there, just Matthew and her, and by damn was it amazing. Every push and pull he gave sent waves of tingling pleasure throughout her entire body, making her just melt into him. He was strong yet gentle with her as he gained speed and thrust, reaching farther into her and pulling the bubble within closer to its point of boiling over. Mewls and gasps left her as he continued to drive into her, a mix of sweet English and alluring French lifting of his tongue as he placed loving kisses and nips to her neck.

"C'est bon, oui?" he whispered in her ear.

At least she knew a little bit of the language of love, "Yes, very good Mattie."

Lightly, he moved her hips, reaching a new angle and depth that had her mind whirling on a lane that she didn't think existed. There was no holding back her voice after that. A mix of moans with his name and much more left her as he drove harder and faster into her, the bubble ready to spill over in ecstasy as she held onto him.

"Dear god, yes right there. Keep it right there!" she called out just for everything to stop, "Hey!"

He was gone from her body as he gripped onto her legs, heavy pants gracing her ears as his head rested on her shoulder. He didn't go already, did he? Before she had a moment to think anything else, the water stopped and his arm gripped her back, hoisting her against him as he left the bathroom.

"Mattie, what the hell are ya doing?" she asked as they made it out in the bedroom, "Matthew what-"

Her words were cut short as she was tossed onto the bed. Bloody hell, what is he doing? She looked down to see him crawl up the bed after her, eyes determined to claim what was his. The sight of his stiff member a sign that her original thoughts were terribly wrong with him and it brought a new wave of heat over her body. She never had the chance to open her mouth as he claimed her lips once more in a deep passionate kiss. This one seemed different from before. This had more meaning and heart within it. Her arms lightly wrapped around his neck, having her savor the moment with him more as he placed his frame against her, his hands gently skimming over her skin, leaving little tingles of love and play.

"Marissa." he purred in her ear, "Je vais te faire l'amour, mon Reine."

She didn't need to know what he said, his actions spoke it all as he slipped back to where he belonged. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as he moved against her, deep, long thrusts from his body that filled her to the brim with pleasure she didn't know existed. Her hands tangled in his golden locks, her eyes somehow open as she looked up into his. He was truly amazing as he smiled at her, finally leaning down and claiming her.

Marissa wasn't sure whether to fall into the full bliss of his actions or hang on and try to make them longer for them both, yet as he hooked his elbows under her knees and lifted her legs up, gaining a new angle to her body, she was spiralling faster into the pleasure that was surrounding her.

This wasn't like the shower, this was smoother, more loving than lusting. Any point on her body he knew would make her see stars, he made sure to hit. Every sound that left her, she felt him grow harder and thicker as he made sure that he made her feel like a goddess being worshiped. From her neck to her sides, his hands lightly dancing around her thighs to curling into her hair as she clung to him, he was making her melt into him.

"God Mattie." she somehow got out.

"What? Too good?" he asked, shifting his hips again, hitting a new spot that made her world spin out of control.

The pleasurable cry that left her had no way of being silenced. He went faster and deeper as she let her voice out. He wasn't holding back anymore. He lifted himself up on his arms, looking down at her as she gripped his forearms, digging her nails into him as he drove harder into her. She took in the sight of him. The man above her was no longer the one she normally saw, but one that was dominate yet loving, the Mountie, the soldier, the man she had seen in her dreams protecting his land and his people. One that she had fallen in love with.

Her hands grabbed the back of his neck, bringing him down to her as she kissed him once more, feeling the bubble within right at its breaking point.

"Je t'aime, Marissa."

"I love you too, Mattie."

How such simple word could send her body on a whirl, her hands gripping him harder as he kissed her again, his thrusts faster and needier, his end coming closer, just as hers was finally there.

"There, Mattie, there!" she breathed out, feeling the bubble ready to pop, "Right there, don't stop, please don't stop."

She could hear him give little pants as he did as told. The snap that came within her body was overwhelming, awing, and erotic. Her back arched as her fingers dragged themselves down his back, her legs tightened around his waist as her head pressed into the pillow. Dear god, this was more than she ever imagined, feeling him slow down as his body shook with hers in release.

"Breath, Marissa." he whispered in her ear as he kissed her head.

Marissa gasped for air, taking a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Her body shivered as she panted against him, clinging to him as her climax slowly dispersed and her body relaxed. How magical the whole thing was. How did she go without him before?

His sweet laughter came to her ears, finally opening her eyes to see him smiling down at her.

"What's so funny?"

"You." he said kissing her lightly, "Your eyes rolled back as you came."

Marissa giggled, "I thought men take that as an ego boost or trophy for doing good to their girl?"

"Oh I have those trophies down my back, thank you." he said, "And that was just one hell of an added bonus."

Lifting her hand from his back, she saw the light stain of red upon her palm, the knowledge of what she did coming to her, "I'm sorry Mattie, I didn't mean-"

His lips met hers once more, "Why are you apologizing? I told you I'm happy about that. I did well."

"Oh, you definitely did well." she smiled kissing him again as her phone went off. "Are ya kidding me?"

Feeling him leave her body, she reached for the device to see the hospital was calling her again, "Again?"

"More issues?"

"Seems so." she sighed, "Looks like our fun got cut short."

No more than a few minutes later, she was walking the halls of the vast building, worried about what would be before her. Last time, he chucked the bedpan at the one doctor for insinuating that he was forgetful.

A small smile curved her face, he was still the tenacious man she always knew, and thankful that there wasn't much gone from him.

Arguing caught her ears as she entered the room. Marissa saw the nurses fighting with him, saying where he was and that he needed to eat and have medicine. She knew he was never a fan of the hospitals, especially after her Nan, but this seemed worse.

"I said to get off me!" he shouted at them.

"Sir please." the one fought with him.

"He's bad today." the other said.

"I can see." Marissa replied, making her way to him as she took his hand, "Granda, please. You need to calm down and-"

He yanked his hand away as the underlying look of fear filled his eyes, one that she prayed never would grace her again, "Who are you?"

Who are you? Marissa felt herself pause, nearly in disbelief that she heard that, wanting it to be towards the nurses but it was right in front of her as they spoke to him.

"Mr. Dunaid, that's your granddaughter, Marissa."

He looked at her once more, eyes slightly narrowed only to shoot open as he nodded, "Oi Katheleen, get these women off me. I don't need them changing my bandages. I'd rather have you do that."

Katheleen, her nan. She began to back away, keeping her eyes on him as tears pulled at the corners, "Granda it's me, Marissa. Edwin's daughter, your granddaughter."

He just glared at her, his mind seemed to struggle with what she was saying, like she never existed, "Granda it's me. Muncharoon."

"Roon?" finally he broke through the fog, "Oh lord Marissa, what's going on?"

Marissa swallowed the lump deep in her throat, "It's ok, I promise. Just let the nurses help you while I talk to the doctor, ok?"

He gave a small nod, confusion and fear still laying in those gunmetal blues she knew so well. The one nurse tried to talk to her, yet all Marissa could do was run out the door. She moved around the halls until she knew she was alone. Why? Why? Why, why, why, why, fucking why?! Her back pressed into the wall, feeling its icy cold stiffness give what little comfort, yet she didn't want it. Collapsing to the ground, Marissa felt herself go, tears pouring out of her as she sobbed against her knees.

"Why him? Why did it have to happen to him too? Why couldn't have left him alone? God why, why?"

The more she sobbed and begged God for whatever reasoning of his, she knew it was too late. Alzheimer's ugly face reappeared in her world. And now it was taking another beautiful soul with it.