Equals (Marc Spector & Steven Grant X Reader)

Chapter 19

The morning came around rather quickly much to your dismay. The comforter was pulled tightly over your face to protect your eyes from the rude intrusion that was the Egyptian sun. You snuggled a little closer to the warm mass that was Marc Spector and groaned a little as your fight to stay asleep was over. You cracked your eyes open slowly and poked your head from out of the covers to gaze upon your lovers face.

Marc always looked so at peace when he was asleep. His face wasn't contorted into anger or upset instead it was quite beautiful. Marc's eyes twitched a little you assumed he was deep enough to be dreaming, though about what you weren't sure. That was something you wouldn't be able to ever understand, just what went on in his head.

You smiled softly and trailed your fingernails slowly from his abdomen up to his chest. The feeling of his scarred yet smooth skin beneath your bare palm was growing more and more addicting the longer you indulged. Marc rolled over causing you to remove your hand incase he wanted you to leave him alone. Though when he did settle his eyes opened and landed on your own, tiredly smiling at you he closed his eyes again.

You enjoyed the morning the two of you stayed in bed for a while longer allowing your bodies to naturally wake up on their own. It was something that Marc needed a lot more than you did he hadn't had a chance to relax or even have five minutes to himself for as long as he could remember.

He sat up right and leaned against the headrest. The silk comforter bundled around his lap, resting just below his belly button. His hands rubbed through the mass of curls atop his head in an attempt to try and smooth them out, Steven hadn't taken much care with their hair last night and left Marc to deal with the consequences.

You stayed laying down with your head resting against your arms.

"Do you think that we'll be able to end this today? For good this time?"

You questioned him and Marc seemed a little more upbeat about this whole situation like he hadn't seen anything go bad the entire time. He glanced in your direction before answering your question as he did he stepped out of the cover of his blanket and made his way to get dressed.

"This should be the end of it."

Though he sounded confident you were sure Marc was doubting it would be that smooth. It wouldn't be as simple and he was preparing for it all to go down in a ball of fire. He wouldn't let you know that though, he really wanted to have faith in your plan and until proven otherwise he would.

You hummed softly and stretched out now that the bed was free. Your joints cracked and popped making you moan out from the burn that ignited across your body. You curled back up in the middle of the bed, a lot like a cat finding the perfect spot in the sun, and watched from afar as Marc pulled on a button up shirt, hiding his sculpted back from your sight.

A pout resided on your lips but you didn't have much time to really act annoyed when you heard a loud pounding against the bedroom door. Marc stared at the wooden barrier and turned to you, watching as you slowly sat yourself up. You pulled the blanket up to cover your chest and returned the concerned glare to Marc.

A few seconds passed, when neither of you made an attempt to open the door, another loud rhythmic knock came from the other side. Still neither you or Marc went to open the door, Marc moved to grab the handle preventing them from forcing their way into the room and you quickly hopped out of the bed to scavenge around for some clean clothing

An exasperated sigh could be heard on the other side of the door. Though the knocking had now seized Marc wasn't entirely sure he wanted to move away from the door just yet. You had managed to grab some clothes to cover yourself though they weren't perfect for fighting.