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PILLOW TALK | MEL & MARCUS

MEL: “It might be,” she continued to tease him, a little smile at the corners of her lips. She watched on as he rearranged himself, taking the chance to get more comfortable in the bed with her. She repositioned herself in kind, moving in just an inch closer and tangling her feet with his beneath the sheets. The feeling of his fingertips tracing her bare skin cause the little, barely visible hairs on her body to stand straight up, punctuated by the tiny goose bumps that quickly formed. It was an odd, satisfying feeling, and one so gentle she hadn’t expected it from him.

Eyes opened to look at him from beneath their lashes, curious as to what he could want from her. Well, what /more/ he could want from her, considering she knew all along he wanted this, at least.

“And what is it you want me to do?” she asked. “Don’t tell me it’s something dirty, because you have to save those requests for the third time, at least.”

MARCUS: Despite the exhaustion that followed their wild romps, Marcus hadn't found himself fighting to keep his eyes open. If anything, he hadn't been more awake than in precisely that moment, gorgeous woman drawing closer, her limbs tangled up with his own. This was all he thought he wanted, to woo her, to have a good time with her, and to maybe consider a repeat. What he didn't think, didn't even dream he'd discover with her was the unbridled laughter and ease with which moments between them passed, languid and smooth. Melanie was a good lay, true, but she had been a great date before that, too, her sense of humor and undeniable and effortless sex-appeal keeping him interested in every moment.

It was why the laziness of his insides, of her movement, all felt natural as they lay sprawled in his king sized bed, the memory foam mattress and pillows, the 1500 thread count sheets luxuries that faded in comparison to the ease he felt around her. A smile curved his mouth, and he twirled a strand of silky hair around his fingers. "There's going to be a third time, huh?" He wondered, not at all bothered by the idea of it. "It's a little dirty," he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes, even as the icy shackles around his imprisoned heart melted ever so slowly. "Can you ask me something personal?"

#sorry this is so late lol #para: pillow talk #melanie

melaniedriver‌:

Pick me up at 8?

I’ll see you then.

#melanie

PILLOW TALK | MEL & MARCUS

MEL: Melanie didn't know what to expect when she agreed to go out with Marcus, her technical boss, but she knew she had to say yes. From what she'd heard, he was capable of showing her an amazing time, both in and out of the bedroom. The money, the good looks, the suave moves, the charming comments - it was all incredibly tempting, and now she could see why.

They had drinks at a nearby bar (Melanie refused to be caught with him at the Archibald), and laughed the entire time. People likely would have thought they were celebrating three years of dating with the looks they gave one another, and it didn't take long before Melanie propositioned him, asking if he wanted to get out of there. She would have offered up her place, but Marcus beat her to the punch, and they found themselves back at his.

After a romp (or two) that ended with one very broken picture frame, clothes scattered across the floor, and two breathless individuals, they turned to Marcus' bed for a chance to recover.

Her head rested against the pillow, much softer than any of the ones she owned, eyes closed, and her fingers danced along his abdomen, trailing the curves and crevices of his muscles with appreciation. "So, how did I do? Am I getting a raise?" She was joking, of course, thought she would never be opposed to earning a higher salary.

MARCUS: It wasn't often that women didn't swoon before his advances, accepting them before he even planted the idea of all the things they could do in their heads. Sometimes it was a blessing, other times a curse. On all occasions, however, Marcus appreciated the challenge that came with a woman aware of his reputation, but still not immune to his charms. Changing their minds was a particularly favored hobby of his, though he'd never admit to it knowing the judgment he'd bring upon himself. Truth be told, it wasn't the thrill of adding improbable notches on his bedpost, but the thrill of maybe one of them glimpsing beyond the facade of the million dollar playboy he so carefully constructed. And, perhaps, one of them letting him in and keeping him interested, a feat not many women had managed to pull off in all of his life.

Melanie Driver, a bartender in his hotel, and a particularly stunning brunette with a smile he wished to see after bringing her to absolute fulfillment, breathless and undone for him, was exactly his type. And she had not been easy to convince to give him a chance, taking his never rusty flirting muscles for a spin. Once she had agreed to a few drinks, Marcus knew he had her attention and would have to use the chance gifted to him because something told him there wouldn't be another one if he blew it.

A few drinks, lots of flirting and laughs later, they stumbled into the penthouse of the Archibald, his living space for the moment, and began the exhilarating dance of seduction, one he excelled at, too. And, as the night would come to confirm his doubts, Melanie did, too.

A sheen of sweat reflected light on their bodies, tiny bits of their forms hidden with the carelessly thrown white sheet. The labored breathing that had nearly knocked him out of the game in those last thrusts had finally eased into something peaceful, and he smiled lazily as he watched her finger trail along his torso. "Is that what this was about, you getting a raise? I feel so used," he joked, rolling over to his side, propping his head up on his hand as the other idly trailed the curves he could see and the ones hidden from his sight. "You're gonna have to do more if you want a raise."

#para: pillow talk #melanie

WHEN THE PARTY STOPS

TORI: Tori was lucky to have such incredible people in her life, and that included Marcus. Not many people were fond of him, but he would always hold a special place in her heart. As much as she wished they could have worked out, they were on two completely different paths in life and things just didn't click. Fortunately, though, she'd always have him as a friend, and vice verse. Tonight, she was especially grateful to have him, because he knew exactly what to say to bring a smile to her face in the middle of all the tears.

A sad, nearly inaudible laugh left her lips as she looked up at him. "As great as that sounds, I don't think that's what I want right now," she admitted. It was't going to make him feel better to see Caleb in pain. Jade, however... well, that was another story. She knew that Caleb didn't mean to hurt her. He wasn't sleeping around with Jade /because/ it would hurt Tori. She was just there, and she was beautiful, and, truth be told, she was easy. Tori understood, she really did. But that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Just take me home?" Right now, all she wanted was her bed, and maybe for Marcus to keep her company, too.

MARCUS: The sad, barely there laugh tugged briefly at the corner of Marcus's mouth, at the slight scowl he couldn't help when thinking about the torture she had to endure back there. But, it was that tiny sound which pulled him back into reality. As much as his fists itched and he wished he could bring justice to the reasons why Tori was sad, he had to put her first. Had to respect what she wanted and what she needed, and distancing themselves from the party seemed like more than a good idea.

"Sounds good," he nodded his head and drew in a deep breath, the cool evening air cutting through the burning heat of his temper, bringing it down to a simmer. "I'll come back and pick up Tasha once I drop you off." It was a bit of a ride, but Marcus wanted the quiet drive with Tori, to make sure she was fine and not reliving and rehashing the details of what had happened. And, just in case she changed her mind, she'd have him at her disposal.

#para: when the party stops #tori #wrappp!

melaniedriver‌:

Not good. I can’t risk being seen with the boss. People will talk, you know?

Fair enough. I know just the place, in that case.

#melanie #mb

melaniedriver‌:

You can buy me two.

Noted. Do you wanna change scenery or is the hotel bar good?

#melanie #mb

melaniedriver‌:

Good.

So, can I buy you a drink and hear your story?

#melanie

melaniedriver‌:

I’ve been plenty liberated to begin with. Don’t think it has anything to do with you.

I don’t fool myself thinking things like that. Only delusional people do that.

#melanie

melaniedriver‌:

I have a new lease on life. Let’s put it that way.

I love that. I remember that liberating feeling all too well.

#melanie

melaniedriver‌:

We will.

Why the change of heart? Not that I’m complaining.

#melanie

WHEN THE PARTY STOPS

TORI: Admittedly, Tori expected Caleb to chase after her even though she was the one who walked away. It was very romantic-comedy of her to think that he actually would, but a girl could dream. Instead, it was Marcus who found her, streams of dried tears ruining her makeup as he stopped her dead in her tracks. She was thankful, too, because she truthfully had no idea where she was heading, and would have managed to walk all the way home with nothing but her negative thoughts to carry her there.

Instantly, Tori buried her face in his chest, arms wrapping around his frame. She shook her head in response to his question, because Caleb didn't upset her. At least not on her purpose. He was just stupid and said something stupid without realizing the consequences.

"He's sleeping with Jade," Tori blurted out, her voice practically wailing. Saying it out loud made the situation that much more real, and Tori hated the other girl even more for sinking her claws into her ex-boyfriend. She hated Caleb, too, for letting her.

MARCUS: Despite their relationship that followed the one she had with Caleb, Marcus hadn't seen Tori express her emotions too many times. Back in the day, he thought nothing of it, assuming she was over the drummer guy, but thinking about it later he knew she just didn't show them to him. Didn't think him capable of processing that, and in all honesty, she was right. They had never been that kind of relationship. He was the rebound, she was the girl he liked and chased for a bit, and when he'd gotten her it wasn't the same. Relationships weren't a thing he did much of for a reason, but he loved Tori. As a friend, as someone as close to family as people got to him these days. And seeing her like this, messed up makeup, sadness and pain in her eyes, Marcus felt the only emotion he'd ever been capable of properly feeling: anger.

White hot and fierce, it rose inside him like a tidal wave, swept through every fiber of his being as he cradled the crying girl in his arms. He wanted nothing more than to go back inside and punch the idiot that made her feel this way, but he couldn't bring himself to let her go. Couldn't imagine doing it.

"He's a fucking idiot," Marcus squeezed out between his teeth, not only to comfort her but to shield her from the depth of his own emotion. "He doesn't deserve your tears. None of us do," he assured, pulling down the blazing red from his vision with every atom of his willpower. Finger under her chin, he forced her to look at him. "Say the word and I'll go back in and kick him so hard he sees stars."

#para: when the party stops #tori