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Read part 3 and----those last lines read suspiciously plott-y. AND I LOVE IT!

what? you want plot? literally anything for you jester-junk

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Marcus/f!Reader 1327 Words - SFW

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m very serious. Also very injured, not sure if I mentioned that.”

Marcus did not look impressed, watching you lean against the front doorway of his home with a hand clutched to your side that was steadily leaking onto his doorstep. You stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raising despite the near-debilitating pain in your side.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that?”

“Strange, is that why you keep sneaking into my bedroom?” You taunted as he grabbed you by the front of your coat and pulled you inside, the door slamming shut behind you to cut out the rest of the world.

You knew it was late, but unfortunately there’s no way you’d make it back across the bridge in this condition - and even if you did, Silco would have a conniption fit at your carelessness. No, if Marcus had a first aid kit then you could stitch yourself up and Silco would be none the wiser.

“What happened?”

“Came up here snooping around for some info in… someone’s house. Turns out his son was home and he got the jump on me with a kitchen knife.”

Marcus sighed through his nose as he helped you further into the house, the obvious destination being the bathroom you could see at the end of the hall. As he pushed the door open and turned the light on, he asked quietly, “Is he dead?”

“I thought about it, but no. If it helps, the only reason I didn’t stick him was because it would have made more work for you in the morning.”

“How generous of you.”

Marcus’ deadpan actually made you laugh through the twinging of pain in your side from the slash between your ribs. He rummaged underneath the sink for a moment before pulling out the nicest kit you’d ever seen and set it on the lid of the toilert. Then he turned and lifted you by the hips to sit on the sink before you could even argue.

If his fingers lingered a bit too long against the sliver of skin revealed by your shirt riding up, then you just chalked it up to it being a few weeks since either of you’d seen each other. You weren’t sure about him, but it felt weird to screw around with anyone else. Whether that was because it was painfully boring and poor quality, or that you genuinely started to like being around him was still up in the air.

If anyone asked, it was just that the sex was good.

“Jacket and shirt off so I can see.”

“Yes, sir,” You mocked, slowly following his orders with a face twisted in pain at the movements you needed to make to get your arms out of your jacket and your shirt off. Luckily he helped at least a bit, sliding it down the arm on your injured side so you wouldn’t have to jostle it any further.

Patching you up was quick - his stitches were surprisingly even and practiced despite your constant bitching about the pain. You fully expected him to kick you out after he was finished, but he let you settle on the counter as he packed away the kit and disposed of the needle he used on you.

“Staying the night?”

That was not the question you expected. Asking you to leave? That was more in-character. But offering to let you rest here for the rest of the evening was so out of the blue that you stared at him in silence. Marcus noticed your shocked gaze and said nothing, instead grabbing the towel off the wall and nudging you to the side to get it wet and wring it out.

Nudging your thighs apart, he stepped between them to run the wet part of the towel across your bare skin, rubbing away the drying blood that had fallen while he fixed you. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking stock of the set of his jaw and the way his eyes seemed to roam along your skin in ways that weren’t required for simply cleaning you off.

Finally, you answered his question quietly, barely more than a sigh.

“Yeah, I’ll stay if that’s alright.”

“You know I wouldn’t have offered it if it wasn’t. Probably should have just kicked you off my doorstep to begin with so your father doesn’t come hunting for you and give us matching scars.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at this, partly humorous and part in disbelief, “You think me being here is what’ll get you stabbed? Not the fact that you and I are friends with many benefits?”

“You’re right. Fucking his daughter would definitely be the final straw.”

Marcus’ hand had long since stopped moving, his fingers laying across your ribs neatly above your stitches, fingertips bruising the side of your breast. You leaned into him a bit more, taking note of his scent - like soap. He must’ve showered not long before you arrived.

“If you’re going to die for it, might as well get your full mileage-”

“You want that in your condition?” Marcus looked you up and down, lingering on the angry red stitches at your side. You shrugged one shoulder as if to say you wouldn’t be opposed to it. There were ways the two of you could scratch that itch that didn’t involve you having to move around too much. It would be nice to be a passive participant for once.

Marcus emptied his lungs with a deep sigh before he stepped closer to grab your thighs and wrap them around his waist. He lifted you easily, and you set your chin on his shoulder to watch the hallway pass by as he carried you elsewhere in the house.

“Where’s the kid?”

“At my parents' house for the night - I got home too late from work to wake her and bring her home.”

That’s sweet, you thought absently as your hands slid under his arms and around his back. Marcus’ fingers dug into your thighs just a bit more, holding you tightly until you found yourself lowered onto a bed. You looked around the room as he stepped away, noting that it seemed very well lived-in with photographs on the walls and various knick-knacks and decor scattered around.

And underwear on the floor that you recognized from the last time the two of you had rolled in the sheets.

“Giving me your bed?”

“Sharing my bed,” Marcus corrected from where he was digging in the closet. He pulled out a shirt that seemed worn, and tossed it over his shoulder for you to wear. Not one to complain about free clothing, you slipped your bra off and pulled the shirt over your head. It was plenty long enough, so with a bit of struggle you kicked your pants off as well.

“I’m serious, we’re not fucking tonight,” Marcus warned as he pulled the blanket back and slid between the sheets. You crawled in next to him with a wince at the movement, and fully expected to roll away and go to sleep. Instead, as you laid with your back to him and nestled further into the pillows that smelled just like the soap he used, an arm slid around your waist and tugged you to a warm chest.

“Don’t say a word.”

“Didn’t plan on it, but now that you say that-”

A pinch to your hip bone had you cutting yourself off with laughter at the ticklish sensation, and the two of you fell into silence that lulled you into sleep when paired with the pressure of being held so neatly by the man at your back.

You didn’t want to think about why you enjoyed this so much, why your high-strung nerves from a night of work were suddenly calmed by the feeling of a strong arm around your body and gentle breaths at the base of your neck.

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