Saul made Marcy feel like she mattered. The way he looked at her, like she was the only girl in the world, was enough to make her stomach flop and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. She felt beautiful for the first time in years.
His gaze dragged up and down her body. Marcy was completely exposed. It felt nice though, especially when his eyes caught on her boobs and a small smile crept onto his face. She felt as though she could have collapsed right then and there at the sight of his smirk.
After all of this waiting everything was almost overwhelming. For years, Marcy had wanted to be this close to him. She had wanted to touch him and kiss him and feel his body against hers. And now she could. It felt better than she ever could have imagined.
He was beautiful. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, but despite this, they were welcoming and warm. Marcy thought maybe if she looked into them for long enough she could see what he was thinking. And his lips. They were a slightly brother shade of pink from kissing HER and just by looking at them Marcy knew exactly how they would feel against her skin and just how the inside of his mouth would taste.
Marcy trailed her eyes further down his body. His skin was such a beautiful color. It seemed silly to love the color of somebody's skin so much but it was such a wonderful shade of golden brown, Marcy couldn't help but want to kiss him all over.
She took a step closer and reached out to touch her fingers to his chest. Underneath her hand, Marcy felt him take a deep breath. He was just as wound up by the abruptness of things as she was. His muscles were tense for a moment, before he exhaled again and let his body relax.
"I love you." Marcy murmured again. Now that she'd said it once, she couldn't seem to say it enough. She pressed her lips to his chest, right above his fluttering heart. Everything felt good. Her senses were so alert that even the cool air on her bare skin sent a rush through Marcy's body. How could Saul do this to her? How could one person drive her so crazy?
She kissed him again, this time a little higher, on his collarbone. Once more, a shock of pleasure ran through her and into him. Her fingers trailed down, until they caught on the buckle of his belt. Marcy unbuckled his pants with skilled ease.
She dropped his belt to the floor and stood up on the tips of her toes to kiss him just beneath his jaw, hooking her fingers through the belt loops on his jeans. "Fuck," Saul muttered quietly. He had his hands on her back, slowly trailing them up and down over the curve of her butt. His breathing was ragged and uneven. "... Are you sure about this Marce?" He was afraid she would regret it the next day. She slept around so often that he wondered if maybe she would consider this just a fling.
A quiet laugh escaped from between her lips. She found his lips and kissed him, slowly and passionately. "I've never been so sure of anything." Marcy murmured, sounding incredibly sure of herself.
That was enough to convince Saul. Because he loved her and he wanted to be with her more than anything in the whole wide world. And now he knew she loved him too. She wanted him, just like he had always wanted her. Now they were together, it felt so right. Saul doubted there was anything that could possibly feel better than being with her.
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"Lily," Axl's voice cut through the silence like a knife. "We need to talk."
The words stung, almost immediately bringing Lilith to her senses. That was never a good combination of words, especially coming from him. While Axl had always had a soft spot for Lilith, even she knew he could be too harsh. He was incredibly awful at the whole empathy thing, and often completely missed out on social cues. Lilith sometimes looked at him and wondered what had caused him to end up that way.
