[Princeton] BFF catch up

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Who: Harri & Aiden
Where: Princeton, New Jersey
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Harri pulled up to the house in her Audi, and threw a smirk at Aiden as she pulled her coat on. She hadn't returned his call because she was determined to make it to Princeton. She had shifted Heaven and Earth to get here, bailing on about five meetings and promising to make it up with interest. She'd also let Marc know that she was going to be out of the City for some quality BFF time, and thankfully he hadn't minded. Probably worried he was going to be asked to come along.

She didn't want him here, she just wanted to be with Aiden. She'd missed him so much it had hurt, and when she started to walk up his drive, her smirk morphed into a grin. "Hey you."

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"Oh? Planning a few late nights on a bear skin rug, perhaps?" she asked with a smirk. Harri's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Jealousy? What were you jealous of?"

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"More than a few," Aiden confirmed mischievously. "Don't even get me started on the hot tub in the bathroom that overlooks the back garden." He glanced at her, unlocking the door and holding it open for her. "God, where do I start? I was jealous you had your own mess when I needed you. Jealous that bloke seemed to have it all when my life was falling apart at the seams. Jealous that he seemed to know how to help you when I seemed to have forgotten. Then I was jealous Pat was kissing other guys, and jealous Riley and Lachlan were there when I wasn't... I told you. I was a fucking mess."

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"Remind me to offer to house sit if you two ever go away on a holiday," Harri murmured as she moved past him and into Aiden's new home. It was beautiful inside as well as out. "It wasn't as if I planned to have my own mess, love. I had no control over that. You'll always know how to help me, Aiden. I was worried I'd forgotten how to help you," she admitted quietly. "When you go, you really go. You're going to be here for Pat now. Maybe it just took getting into a mess to know what you really wanted and how to accomplish it."

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"Plenty of bedrooms. You and your..." Aiden waved his hand, "James Bond person can stay whenever you like. I don't even know why I fell in love with the place so much. I just did. Maybe the change of pace will do me some good. Maybe Pat's not getting better because he isn't settled. I want to try and change that, now that I know how to handle his illness a little better. You might have a point there. Everything needs to fall apart before it can be put back together again. It seems to have worked, even if Pat's still really ill. And that's what happened with you and your guy, too, right?"

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"Can we please call him Marc? I think he already knows I've told you about him. All about him. He's just leaving the ball in my court to admit to it. What am I supposed to do?" Harri walked around the main living area, taking in every detail. "If you were going to live in a house, this is the one. I can see you here. And I suppose it was what happened. We're still taking things slow. He needs to take things slow. I'm just happy we're having sex again."

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Aiden raised his eyebrows. "You told him you told me? And he didn't kill you?" he asked uncertainly. "I'm sorry, but I don't exactly know how to deal with scary people Secret Service in my personal life. In my any life. I don't think I've even met someone on the FBI. What if he thinks I'm a criminal? Do I look like someone who would shoot the President? Do I have that look?"

He shrugged his jacket off now they were inside and pulled his gloves off, too. "So, how is it going, besides the sex?"

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Harri came back over to Aiden and held his face between her hands. "You, my love, are not in any danger. Marc's more scared of you, then you are of him. And I didn't tell him. I was very careful not to tell him, but he's guessed and eventually he trusts that I can be honest and tell him I told you. You don't have to act like anything. You just have to be your usual self. Just no mentioning the war."

Harri shrugged as she stepped back and opened her coat. "I think I'm getting closer. He's slowly trusting me more. I met his best friend. She spilt frappe all over my white Gucci suit."

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Aiden sniggered. "You're not making this any easier. How the fuck did he guess that? He's going to take one look at me and know how long my cock is and what toilet paper I use because he's trained to know these weird-arsed spy tactics. I'm feeling vulnerable and paranoid right now," he laughed.

His eyebrows shot up. "And you didn't kill her? Does he know you met her?"

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"Oh, love... your life isn't that interesting," Harri teased lightly. "I mean it when I say he's more scared of you. Apparently meeting my best friend is equivalent to become betrothed."

"I can be nice, Aiden," Harri responded with an arch of her eyebrow. "I liked her. She's a lot like me, but a single mother. Yes, he knows. I told him after a particularly lovely afternoon in bed."

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"Hey, I use the best toilet paper on the shelf! I have a very delicate arse," Aiden protested with a smirk. They went into the large, bright kitchen and he leant against the counter.

He tilted his head as he watched her. "So, this was one of his friends he left beyond when he faked his death? If she's like you, why doesn't she want to kill him for scaring her like that? Did she knew who you were?"