marc spector x wife!fem!reader , (eventual) steven grant x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT!!!! (extended warnings under the cut) fluff, angsty, this will end w/ a poly relationship!
extended warnings: p in v (unprotected pls wrap it before you tap it), daddy kink, sub!reader, (soft?)dom!marc, praise kink, slight spit kink, fingering, oral (male receiving) slight edging
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You and Marc walk into the hotel room you'd be staying in, it was quaint. It consisted of only a mirror, a bed, a desk, and a window, draped with beautiful red curtains that did give a terribly nice view of Cairo. Albeit you and Marc had probably spent more of your lives here in Egypt rather than New York or London. The two of you made the move to the UK in 2012. Aliens were a bit out of your pay grade, and they had the Avengers. So, you left and started a life, the two of you put a down payment on a nice apartment, and you still lived there. Your life certainly wasn't boring with Sekhmet and Khonsu wondering over your shoulders, but it made do.
Marc's eyes carefully graze your skin as you open the curtains to let the moons light in, "We should come up with a plan." He speaks softly.
You turn to face him, nodding, "I think that's best."
Marc pulls out his laptop and you pull out a couple dossiers, "We need to locate and track down Harrow's followers."
"Do you still have that dossier on that group of teenagers we found before my whole disappearance?"
You nod, "I do, but I doubt they'd still be actively running around Cairo, Harrow knows were on his tail. Why would he keep his little minions keep going about their business?"
He runs a hand over his face, "...I dunno, we just need a lead, baby." He pulls you close to him, "You think we could look into this?"
"I think it's a potential dead end." Air escapes your lips, "But it's worth a try."
Marc presses a kiss to your lips, "Okay, we'll see what we can do tomorrow... right now, I've got a lot more on my mind than some fucking asshole,"
Another kiss to your lips, "It has been six months, hasn't it?" Your eyes are heated, doused in desire, "I've missed you... a lot." You take your bottom lip in between your teeth.
