It was a rather long, hot and nauseating day. You worked behind the scenes in a coffee shop, just analyzing the stock and shipments, which came and went every day. Even if it pays enough to live on, you would love to get a job that is less humiliating and exhausting, and treats you the way you deserve. However, there was no escape, it was just another Monday and you had to live with it. As you looked at each box of flour, coffee, and sugar that arrived from a big white truck, you looked at your wristwatch with golden stripes that highlighted the big black circle that marked the hours on your wrist, indicating that you still had about three hours left to go. Luckily for you, your shift was part time and your vacation was on its way, so the motivation couldn't be better. But there was no greater anxiety than the day Marc would show up at his house. Seeing him coming back on one of those days when everything is so boring that her heart beats driven by longing for his love, his eyes as dark as the night he left last time for one of his missions, but knowing full well who he would be (and very well) with, but still feeling anguished at not being with him, looking into his eyes, and feeling his hands sliding between your shoulders and down the length of your back, pulling you closer, sharing the warmth of your skin, lying in bed on a silent, slightly cold night. You remember that night, you would never be able to forget it.
You used these memories when it suited you, living in a fantasy world, in a parallel reality where there was no dawn and no goodbyes. Without the need to see him go, because you knew how much it hurt. It was a great alternative to make the time fly, and it really worked, because in a flash, you were about to say goodbye to your colleagues and finally go home. If you had complained about the work, the return couldn't have been worse. You always came back by bus, not taking too long, usually about 30 minutes of travel was enough for you to get back, but not that day. With the killer traffic, every time you heard a car or motorcycle honking outside, your head would start to throb, your nerves would get frayed, and you would start to feel a huge headache. Everything became more and more agonizing as you got closer to your destination, using the memories to distract yourself, they began to haunt you. As you remembered every touch, every whisper in your ear, and every hug you felt all those days, it made you realize that Marc was far away, and that maybe all that would never happen again. It had been months since he last left, and you waited for him patiently every time, thirsty and ready for another dose of love that man was able to give you. The pain that pressed against your skull did not even allow you to express your pain in even the most discreet of tears, only making your eyes fill with water, with nothing much happening. "Maybe it was better this way, without drama and scenes." You think.
When you got off the bus, a sharp pain ran down your spine, your legs trembled slightly, and everything indicated that you would reach the peak of exhaustion soon if you didn't get home soon. Miraculously, a short 10-minute walk leaves you where you should be and maybe never should have left: your home. In a total overload, your days were almost like this, maybe less worse than this particular day. But it was the truth, you were either broken or just disconcerted, just waiting for your man to arrive. That you had already admitted, but you didn't need to sing defeat. Everything would be fine if you took your well-deserved bath, lay in bed and remained motionless for 12 hours straight, in a deep sleep and focused only on not waking up early the next day. but all your plans are once again interrupted by the order of destiny. Even before opening the door you already sensed, when you look a few centimeters through the door you were opening, you felt that perfume, that smell that only he had, it was one of the things that attracted you the most to him for a scientifically inexplicable reason.
With your eyes closed, you take two steps that bring you into his house. You take a deep breath, just to make sure that it was that aroma in the air and that you were not crazy. You let out a relieved breath, because when you opened your eyes you saw him sitting on your couch just waiting for you to arrive. Even with all the noise going on inside your head you smile genuinely and walk slowly not believing that he was standing in front of you.
"There you are. I thought it would take longer to get here."
You drop your backpack with your things in a corner somewhere. And with a smile, you sit down beside him and without saying a word, your hands go to Marc's face, passing gently to the nape of his neck as you come closer for a long, tender kiss. Feeling his lips on yours again was all you needed to know that it was real. His hands wrapped around your waist in a matter of minutes and soon, you were knee deep in the couch, seeking more contact as Marc pulled you closer, fitting your body into place as you sat on his lap.
You pull away just enough to breathe.
"Hey, you. I missed you."
His hands slid over your back, making your body respond with shivers and shocks that went all over your body. By then, you wanted him on top of you right there, that this was enough to take away all that mess that was in your head that day, but it wasn't because deep inside you still felt your head throbbing with pain. Without opening your eyes, you pull him into an embrace that provides the perfect fit for both your bodies. Feeling his breath on your neck, stroking your hair, you whisper in his ear "I need a shower. Will you wait for me here?"
"Always."
Even if I wanted to, being away from you was a big sacrifice for Marc, who, when he sees you get up from the couch toward the bathroom, makes a point of grabbing a comfortable outfit and your bath towel before you go in. The pain was bothering you, a little less now, but it was clear from your expression that something was wrong. But Marc didn't make a point of pressing you about it, although he was really worried, imagining that maybe the intervals between the time he left and returned were shaking you somehow, imagining that maybe he was responsible for your pain in some way. Still unable to admit it, he just says:
"I'll be here if you need me, okay?"
You nod your head and hug him goodbye before the bathroom door is left ajar but still blocking any view Marc might have of you in that room. As you let the warm water invade your whole body, you relaxed your muscles. A little more secure, when you open your eyes you can finally feel the silence of your home, with only the sound of the water in the bathroom, ensuring that now your thoughts can finally be in tune. As you lather your body, your mind finally comes to a head and you realize that Marc is home. "He's home." You say in a low voice, relieved. With that came dozens of thoughts and more memories, making you realize that all the good things between you could finally repeat themselves. Predictably, you remember the situation you are in now: in the shower, with the door closed, and with the love of your life waiting for you on the other side of it. It would be very opportune if he knocked on the door at that moment. So you decide to take a little more time, spending about half an hour in the shower, where every ten minutes you clean the steamed-up glass, hoping to see him, but he hasn't done anything yet. After being in the shower for almost an hour, you even think about giving up this idea, but before you could turn off the register, you hear a knock at the door.
"Is everything okay in there?"
"Oh, can you come in?"
He opens the door and crosses his arms in front of her. He can still identify every curve of her body, even as the glass fogs up again.
"Do you want me to get something for you? Or-"
"I want to know if- Can you come in?"
You twist your hair as the water still runs down your body, indicating where you wanted it. It was a fact that you wanted him right there, but you couldn't hide your tiredness after a long day attached to an exhausting routine, and being alone doesn't help much, and human contact, even more coming from Marc, was what you wanted most. Without saying anything and without doing anything, with bare feet, he gently walks to you, opening the glass that surrounded you making the slightest vapor circulate throughout the environment. With his hands holding your wet face, as if afraid that you would leave along with the running water, he says in your ear:
"It's okay now."
You hold his arms, which are still holding you, and you reply, "Your clothes are going to get all wet."
You lean into his arms, sliding your wet hand up to his neck, where you blow hundreds of kisses until you reach his mouth. The closer you got, the more the water got him wet, making you take them off piece by piece as he smoothed your whole body. His hands made several graceful movements, from pulling your waist towards him to running his hands through your hair. Being close to each other was an intense desire of both of you. Before anything started in that bathroom, you hugged him tightly, fitting every inch of your body to his so that soon after you were against the wall, feeling the pressure his body made against yours so that very slowly you could finally feel him inside you.
At first you even lost your breath, the movements became more and more intense and smooth, and while he kissed from your neck to your mouth, always teasing you, you moaned softly, with your eyes closed and the shower still open. It was logical the size of the waste, but neither of you cared. You were willing to use up every drop of water that day if necessary to satisfy your desire and longing for each other. The kissing became wilder and that room alone would not fit the amount of love they were willing to make. "The bedroom. We- You need to go to the bedroom." You would say between the break in the kissing.
"Any way you want."
Clumsily, Marc turns off the shower and quickly grabs the same towel that he had set aside for you to use and puts it over your back, where the fabric sucks all the moisture from your body. The short walk through the rooms to the bedroom leaves the water footprints of the two of you all over the room, which would not go well with the wooded floor, but this is just a detail you have decided to ignore. Before you go to bed, he picks you up on his lap so that you are in the same position as earlier. Sitting on his lap, your fingers tangled in the curls of his hair as you felt him all over your neck and felt shocks run down your spine every time he reached the tip of your chin, combined with the hard-on of feeling him inside you in a position of control, where you set the intensity of the next movement, making everything faster and deeper, giving Marc the pleasure of hearing you moan a little louder now.
They were both gasping for breath, and Marc decides it was time to change position when he gently lays you down on the bed without missing a kiss. You were connected, clinging until the moment your bodies adjusted in such a way that without any help you spontaneously spread your legs while Marc wrapped his hands around your waist. Your bodies were still wet, every contact and touch gave you goose bumps that ran through your whole body, the suddenness of the slightest movement gave you heat shocks because even though the humidity made your body freeze, you were still burning with desire to have him inside you and it seemed there was no end to it.
Your body relaxed as you felt Marc in you, with stronger movements, you could also hear muffled moans coming from him along with the force committed to your waist so that you couldn't separate and not waste a second that was about an entire afternoon so that he could see you coming.
"Marc... You're close..." You said between groans.
His movements didn't let your body react to the trance you were entering. Soon you would feel all the satisfying contraction surrounding your muscles, a certain euphoria coursing through your skin, thirst and even loss of breath. You couldn't wait to give it to him, as you always had.Then as he slows his movements, one of his hands gently moves up to your cheek for a firm, wet, lingering kiss.
"Can you give this to me, darling?" He whispers in her ear. As you say it loud and clear.
"I can do it, I can do it."
Shifting a little from the position you were in, but not completely, the same hand that was caressing your face slides all over your body until it begins to manipulate you. His fingers slid all the way down you until they reached your clit. He knew all your weak points when it came to the sex you were having, his thumb gently massaging you until it gradually reached high points with a gentle speed, you moaned in a more fragile way, admitting that more than ever you were surrendered to him and all the effects he was teasing you with.
Without much distance, he could see and hear you moaning, your body already contorted, giving him the advantage to fit your hand even tighter. You couldn't hold out much longer, and you really wanted a grand finale, so you went on top of him again, but now with him lying on the bed, inverting the previous position. Both of you full of desire and thirst for each other, with you on top of him, you gently and slowly kiss his chest without letting him escape inside you. You tease him in the same way, with your hands stroking his hair, initiating slow movements you bend over like you're going to kiss him, but you trick him when while exchanging gasping breaths you feel on your skins, you whisper "I love you Marc Spector" and before you even start to pick up the pace you're getting more kisses, it was as if you were being kissed with a force you had never felt before or just didn't remember how intense it was to feel his lips. You moaned out loud because you knew an orgasm was coming, he knew too because he would reach the apex along with you soon. Your body exercised minimal force to maintain those movements, up and down you slid over it in an almost impressive way. There was nothing separating them at the time. Everything seemed more intense, every sensation, touch and movement was worth ten times more when that sensation ran over your body.
"Marc... are you going to..."
"Y-yes... And you?"
You delay to respond, hypnotized with every contraction you felt between your legs all the way to your body, you say "Now" when you realize what would happen from that moment on. It was too late, because Marc curled his arms at the height of your back in order to pull you closer and then be able to feel each vibration that not only your body emitted, but also Marc’s. After all, he still kisses you, he puts you in the corner of the bed. Side by side, face to face you face more in love than ever before.
Without untying a minute, you were enveloped in a hug through silence until dusk. When only the light of the nightstand lamp illuminates the room vaguely, between a nap and others you wake up setindo the breath of Marc on your shoulder. Realizing that you slept with your back to him, you turn around looking into his eyes. Right next to him, you see him opening one eye after another, which he did just to make sure you were asleep, but it was in vain.
"But I’ve seen you, Marc." you said softly.
"Damn." He said, giving a smile. " Are you okay? Want something?"
"Nop. I’m right here, I missed you."
"Me Too."
Well... maybe it will continue...