darker_london | The Oldies! (Lavinia/Mad Dog)

Lavinia had been relocated to her bed, and she looked up as Mad Dog, her lover who also happened to be a 65-year-old biker, came in with a mug of something steaming clutched in his hands. "What did you bring me?" She asked, a wicked little smile crossing her face.

"Hot chocolate, despite the fact that it's almost summer. Your son swears up and down that you love it no matter when." Mad Dog set the drink down on her bedside table. "Which I have to tell you, I find quite endearing..."

Lavinia chuckled and she reached up to pull Mad Dog down so he could sit on the bed for a moment. He was doing everything, cooking and cleaning and doing her laundry. Well, Adam was helping, of course, but Adam had never been particularly good at the specifics housekeeping. "You don't have to stay, you know." She said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"Oh, god. I'm cramping your style, aren't I?" Mad Dog looked quite worried at that. No one had as much style as Lavinia Littleton did. She was 74 and she could still pull off hot pants. "Do you want me out of your hair? I shouldn't have...your son is here, I shouldn't be in the way of that."

"No! I like you in my way! I only meant you don't have to stay here if you don't want to. You're being a hero. But I don't expect it."

Mad Dog smiled down at her and he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. "No one expects a hero. Then they wouldn't be heroic, right? Lavinia, I love every moment I get to spend in your presence. I love that I get to be the one who can be here for you. Along side your wonderful son, of course. Honestly...why would I want to be anywhere else?"

"I can't move and you have to do everything for me!"

"Pfft." Mad Dog waved a hand around. "There's no one I'd rather do everything for. There's something about you, Lavinia Littleton."

"Something that makes men run screaming in the other direction?" Lavinia asked flatly.

"Your husband was a dickwad." Mad Dog answered without delay. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until you ask me to."

A shy smile, an expression not usually employed by Lavinia, slowly worked it's way onto Lavinia's face. She took a deep breath and she grinned at him. "Well that's just not going to happen."

"That's what I was hoping you would say." Mad Dog leaned down to kiss her gently. "Come on, drink your chocolate. Do you want me to bring you anything else?"

Lavinia shook her head, her face entirely fond. "Not just now. Mad Dog...thank you."

"Of course. I'm going to go wash up the kitchen, but I'll be back." He winked.

"I know you will." Lavinia picked up her mug as he left the room and she sipped it slowly. Lavinia had never nor would she ever resent her children for needing her to take care of them. They had needed her more than most mothers because there had been no one else for them. They still needed her, and she loved being there for them. But it was so nice to have someone be there for her too. She'd forgotten the feeling, but she found that there was nothing quite like rediscovering it.