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The flight for the most part was uneventful, Dorian didn't mind. It gave him opportunity for self reflection. He analysed the events of the past few days, forcing himself to focus on something other then his bathroom encounter with Saoirse. The thought still made him stir with both embarrassment and excitement. None the less it was unbecoming of him to act in such a manor, judging from her retreat and since silence, Dorian could only believe he had gone to far. 

He closed his eyes and tried to think about something other then Saoirse and a new face came to his mind, a mans, a man bearing a smug smile, a man bearing a smug smile as he ran his hands over Saoirse. 
That damn fuckin' security guard!
Dorian already had means to dislike their profession, it was a personal thing as he always found they got in the way. But he [i]really[/i] disliked this one. His jaw was already tightly clenched shut as he thought of all the malicious things he could do to hurt him.

'This is ridiculous' he eventually thought to himself. Even though he daren't tempt it, Dorian could and in the past had, controlled the will of demons. Now, since meeting Saoirse, he could barely control his own desires let alone thoughts. He told himself to excuse the man for doing his job and had nearly excepted and believed he had until his eyes befell the man again. At first he thought it a mistake, but sure enough, sitting at the front of the plane, there he was.
An unknown jealousy rose in the pit of his stomach like a kraken in the sea. Ready to destroy all reason.


Lucky, just lucky Saoirse was asleep and hadn't seen him. Dorian looks for a way to position himself that would announce Saoirse as his. But short of interrupting her sleep and wrapping his arms around her there was nothing he could do in these limited seats. He resigns and tilts his head back closing his eyes and gets as close to sleep as the discomforts and commotion of the plane would allow.


Dorian was awake when the plane came to landing, he moved with polite haste as he lead Saoirse out of the airport to an awaiting stylish black Mercedes. The old driver wore a styled silver moustache and gave Dorian a welcoming nod in greeting. 
"Sir" he had said, acknowlaging him on sight.
It was a lengthy drive to the large estate. The massive building was two stories with a massive accessible attic and probably a cellar too. Drenched with history and detail the house was a sight to marvel. Wrought iron gates opened for the car giving way to the long driveway. 
Dorian made his way up the stairs leaving the driver to handle the luggage, he opened the heavy ornate dual doors and guestured for Saoirse to enter.

"Welcome" he said with a polite smile.