What Didn't Kill Us Made Us Stronger

INDEPENDENT HIGHLY SELECTIVE / PRIVATE MULTI-VERSE BLOG written by: taylor mun and muses 21+ mature themes will occur

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malevolencewrites:

inwardly he winced at her tone. it wasn’t everyday he kept her waiting. matter of fact Atticus rarely ever did. which was probably why there was an expectation of him, oh well you know, staying on schedule. maybe he should have been a disappointment more often? pushing the thought away he focused on her stone expression and crossed arms. 

“really,” he countered with a shift to his facial expression, one of actual remorse. a rare thing for him indeed. he wasn’t going to play any games with her. she deserved better. “i didn’t plan on losing track of time and while i know that’s no excuse,” his words paused for a second as he nibbled on his lip in search of what to say next. “i can’t change it. all i can do is apologize.” Atticus let his words hang there for a moment before shrugging once more. 

“i am sorry but i didn’t bring a heart to prove it,” he finally continued, echoing a conversation that they had so long ago. honestly the old vampire hoped he could sate her anger so they could still have somewhat of an evening but if she needed a better apology he would find her ten hearts. what was a few more dead bodies.

The fact that he felt it was important to apologize made her upset soften a bit. She knew the man in front of her didn’t say he was sorry often. If ever really. So it sooth a bit of her annoyance. If she would have known what he was doing. She probably wouldn’t even be that mad. There was no real control to Atticus when he was in the moment. It was part of what she liked so much about it. Also, she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night angry. 

 His statement about a heart made her lips curl just slightly. It had been one random conversation forever ago. And it still made its way into their life from time to time. Shifting in her place her narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought. “A heart would have made it better..” she breathed lightly as she shifted to stand up. “But I guess I can moderately forgive you for making me wait forever.” 

Lifting her hand she tucked her hair bind her ears as she got closer. Her eyes shifting to look him over. “You’re such a mess.” she scrunched her nose a bit. It was definitely going to be a little bit before he was snuggle-able. “Shower.. then you can make up for being a jerk.” she huffed a little. 

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malevolencewrites:

the squelching noise was nearly vulgar when he tore his mouth away from the gush neck. letting the body drop to the floor, he licked his lips slowly of the blood that clung before taking stock of the moment. five bodies really wasn’t too bad. each covered in their own gore. honestly Atticus was almost disappointed with himself. years ago it would have been ten or twenty. oh how time changed people. 

taking his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, he lit one quickly before taking a deep breath in. mm good. his mind caught up with him after a moment and he looked towards the clock. “fuck,” he was supposed to be home two hours ago. apparently his little bout of fun had gotten out of hand. 

sighing softly Atticus did little to wipe the blood away before sliding out of the abandoned building. seeing as he never abided by any speed limit, he saw himself home quickly before parking in his usual spot. nearly slinking his way up the stairs. he heard Aislin’s heart beat, steady as it was in the darkness of the apartment before he quietly opened the front door and made his way in. 

Atticus knew she was in the apartment but he hadn’t be expecting her to be sitting in a chair. waiting. looking around for a moment, he could only offer a confused smile as she twisted around in a swivel chair as if in dramatic effect. “I may have gotten a little carried away,” he offered with his normal accented tone and a shrug. no use in lying. he still had blood all over him after all.

Aislin wasn’t really that anal about time. She was often late if she was being honest. She also never really expected Atticus home at any specific hour. So usually she wouldn’t be upset about him coming home late. But he’d told her a specific time he’d be back. Which is why she even showed up in the first place. She was still living with her dad but spent most of her time with Atticus.

 If she would have known she would have been sitting there two hours past when he’d said he’d be home. She probably would have just stayed in her own bed for the night. Hearing the door open she straightened up a bit in the seat. Most of the lights were off except a little light above the kitchen sink. 

Was the slow spin in the rolling chair a bit dramatic, probably but it seemed fitting. Her eyebrow raised as he spoke. She momentarily found it slightly funny that here she was pissed off he’d been late. And the fact that he was covered in blood didn’t even phase her. It was probably a side effect of sleeping with a vampire. “Really?” she spoke her frustration lacing her words.

 “I could have just stayed at home if I was going to spend half the night alone...” she added her arms crossing over her chest. 

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atroposthecutter:

Perking up at the mention of her being willing to tell him what she had been up to, he moved to sit a little straighter while she looked around them. The grin on her lips had a feeling stirring in Atticus that he dare not mention. It was one of those feelings that always lead to something bad and when he was being honest, he loved being bad. “I would love to take you to dinner, darling,” he confirmed with a smooth grin knowing full well that there was a wicked glint in his eyes. “What are you in the mood for,” he questioned gently while he moved to stand and held a hand out for her. A gentleman’s habit that wasn’t going to die anytime soon. “Uptown, downtown, remodeled district, budding night life,” he listed things off gently and teasingly as he eyed her. Each area would have different tastes. Night life would be laced with drugs and he loved that - really his personal favorite. 

“Hmm that is a good question.” she didn’t skip a beat as he moved to stand up. Her hand reaching out to take the one offered to her. She listened to the options as she moved to her feet. Looping her arm with his before nudging him a little so that they were walking. “Uptown would mean I could get all dressed up and fancy,” she mused with a slight glee to her voice. Though the thought of spending their night in some dark club, loud music, nice fresh young bodies. It sent a little tingle of delight down her spin. “But night life, means night clubs, a tiny dress and loud music. Lets do that.” she chimed as she clicked her tongue against her teeth. 

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katewritcs:

She had assumed that due to speaking to her mother, that her new boss would want nothing to do with her. Her mother could be… Somewhat trying, and while she was nothing like her, Laura wouldn’t put it past Evan to think that they were one in the same. However, the brunette had been wrong, for he’d promptly left her mothers desk, and walked over to her own. To say it was a shock, would be an understatement, for she had been so engrossed in what she had been writing on her laptop, that she hadn’t noticed he’d been standing there, until he spoke. She jumped somewhat, and ended up minimizing the window she’d had open. “Oh, Sir!” 

 The shock was evident in her voice as she looked up at him, somewhat sheepishly, in fact. “You, startled me… I’m, I’m doing well.” The younger woman began, as she sat back somewhat in her chair, giving him her full attention. “I’m liking it here, the work isn’t overly complicated, and it’s pretty easy to understand… Although, working with my mom will be interesting.” She replied, a smirk on her face. “I’d ask how you’re enjoying work, but you’re the boss, so it must be pretty nice.” 

Evan felt a little bad that he had startled her. A soft apology was offered along with a small smile. He listened quietly to her answer. His eyes shifting a bit to look over at the older women. Working with her mother was an interesting task for him. He could only imagine what it was like for the young women. Settling his eyes back on to Laura he smiled again. The action capturing his full face. He was glad that she enjoyed her work so far. It was always nicer to have employees that actually enjoyed what they were doing. He licked over his lips as a chuckle slipped past them. “Being the boss has its perks.” he chimed with a little node. “But I enjoy the work I do, that we do here. If I didn’t I don’t think I would be able to be the boss. I wouldn’t be able to expect people to give it there all if I wasn’t giving it mine.” The statement was simply put. 

“Which is why I’m happy to hear you enjoy it so far. I hope that this can be a very valuable experience for you.” his words were genuine. “And if there is anything you need, feel free to come to me. My office door is always open.” Evan couldn’t help himself. He was just that guy, that was always willing to help, or go out of his way for someone. The fact that she was younger then most of his employees made his feel a little protective. It was an odd feeling but he pushed it in to the back of his mind. More focused on making sure she succeeded while she was there. 

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katewritcs:

  Laura sat at the desk that her mother had taken her to, her fingers moving over the keyboard with ease. She’d been there for about two hours, and had already gotten through a third of the paperwork that had been placed on her desk. Her mother however, was sitting talking to a man whom she didn’t know, but who looked like he could stop a bus with his bare arms. Of course she was flaunting herself at work, that was how she operated. Without a man, her mother was nothing. 

   Letting out a sigh, she tossed her hair over her shoulder, and began typing with more vigour, not even noticing that there was a visitor standing at the edge of her desk. The very same visitor her mother had had just a mere moments ago. 

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Evan like to get to know his employees. He felt that it helped him better manage them, knowing who they were, what was going on in their lives. He wanted everyone to be happy where they worked. He’d spent far to many years in jobs that he hated. So it was his goal to make a comfortable environment for everyone. That being said, he often found himself being tracked down by one employee in particularly. She was a shameless flirt. Evan was far to much of a nice guy to really be blunt and tell her he wasn’t at all interested. This was the situation he was in at the moment. As usual he offered her a friendly smile and a bit of conversation. After all she was really a nice women, just a bit forward. He’d come to speak to her purely to see how her daughter was settling in. He’d given the younger women a job earlier in the week. She seemed like she was a good fit, hard working and intelligent. He could see she definitely had potential. Which made him more then happy to give her a bit of in office experience. 

Finally able to pull himself away from the older women. Evan shifted over to Laura’s desk. A genuine smile on his lips as he spoke. “I just wanted to come by and see how you are settling, Laura.” he offered in a light tone. His eyes taking her in as she worked. He couldn’t help but find her attractive. She was beautiful after all. But that was a thought he was going to keep to himself. 

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atroposthecutter:

It wasn’t that he enjoyed her telling him what to do per say but it was - something. Atticus couldn’t put his finger on it but something was all he would say on the subject. Listening to her describe what she had been up to got a small chuckle rolling over his lips as he gave her a sympathetic nod. “Oh I understand all of that,” smoothed over his lip as he let his eyes roam to look at the people around them. If there was anyone in the world that could understand what he had been up to over the years he knew it was the other vampire next to him. Well anyone that understood and had a good sense of humor. The other old ones just didn’t have that. “I can’t wait to hear some stories,” he teased lightly as his attention moved back to her. 

Even if the two of them were just having a simple conversation. Azar could feel  very familiar sense of ease as they sat together. For so many years she’d been on her own, working through the world, leaving a trail of bodies and blood in her wake. It wasn’t until she met Vetr she felt like she had someone else on her side. Pushing the nostalgic thoughts aside she chuckled a little as his words sank in. “I will tell you all about it,” she offered softly. Her eyes shifting to watch the people around them. “But I’m a little famished...” a wicked grin settled against her features. “Care to take a girl to dinner, Love?”

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atroposthecutter:

Chuckling lightly he knew she was glaring at him by the shift of her eyebrows but it did nothing but make him smile wider. “I can’t wait till you figure it out,” was all he had as a retort to her deciding what she wanted to have him do for her. When he tongue moved over her lips he couldn’t stop himself from tracking the movement. The woman that was sitting next to him was his oldest worldly companion. It always sent a spark down his spine - just being next to her. As she shifted, Atticus moved to mirror her position as he took another drag from his cigarette. After a beat he slowly get the rest of the tobacco out of the butt before tossing the end of it in the trash. “I have been up to a few things. Causing suffering and terror,” letting out the smoke slowly he shrugged. “The usual. How about you?”

Azar rolled her eyes playfully at him, “I think you just enjoy me telling you what to do,” slipped from her lips in jest. Her eyes watched as the cigarette as it was tossed away. She always did find the habit to be one less appealing to her. But oddly it fit the man she was now face to face with. Her head tilted a bit as he spoke a light chuckle slipping from her lips. “I’m a little sad that I missed the suffering and terror, I imagine it was as entertaining as always.” Crossing her legs she shrugged her shoulders. “I can’t say I have been up to anything different then I usually am, traveling, collecting, manipulating. All my favorite activities.” Her lips shifted in to a smirk. 

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atroposthecutter:

Hearing something in a voice he found familiar had his ear perking up as he caught sight of a very familiar silhouette. Before he knew it a smile was pulling at his lips as he looked her over. “What can I say,” he began slowly leaning backwards on the bench. “I have the ability to blend in,” was all he had to answer as he really took her all in. The hands on her hips amused him but Atticus couldn’t lie, he really was excited to see the vampire in front of him. It had been a good amount of time since he had seen her. A couple hundred years or so that was. 

“It’s been a long time Azar,” her name slipped off his tongue like silk. She was definitely as sight for sore eyes. Unlike the other two vampires their age she was someone he looked forward to seeing. “Sorry, I could have sworn I sent a fruit basket,” he counted with a slow smile as he tapped the empty part of the bench next to him. “I can try and make it up to you,” was added before he took a sip from his cup.

Even from behind sunglasses Azar was sure he could tall the way her eyes narrowed a little as he spoke. A eyebrow raised above the rim of her sunglasses as he spoke. “Mmhmm..” she hummed with a shake of her head. Shifting from her spot she easily sat her self down next to him. “Oh you are definitely going to make it up to me,” a hint of playfulness laced her words as she turned her body to face him. “I just have to decided how exactly I want you to do so.” was added with a mischievous grin. Licking over her lips she lifted her hand to push a bit of her hair out of her face. “But that will be for later, now is for catching up. How have you been? Hopefully you’ve haven’t been having to much fun with out me.” the words were soft as she leaned against the back  of the bench. Her leg shifting to cross over the other as she made herself comfortable. 

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atroposthecutter:

The afternoon was a crisp fall day in Boston. It was accented by the various people walking around in scarves and long coats. Their breath shimmering in the light as they continued through their days. All of it made Atticus want to shove someone into oncoming traffic. It wasn’t out of any real resentment but so much more out of boredom. You see he had been dating a mortal girl for a few weeks. Not really true dating but dating none the less. In the end he planned on draining her dry and leaving her body somewhere poetic. Dear sweet Lizzie enjoyed museums and long walks in the park. Heartfelt conversations and fuzzy slippers. He was pretty damn certain anyone in the world would either want to kill themselves or kill someone else with nearly two months of that shit. 

All of those feelings were what had him sitting in a park with a macchiato with 6 extra shots of espresso, a cigarette between his lips and sunglasses covering his eyes as he judged every damn person that walked by. It gave him time away from the girl friend and also plenty of time to plan the killing of said girlfriend. Perfect really. It was that moment as he was thinking that he felt something in the back of his mind. Not so much someone actually touching it but more of a presence near him and or around. It was almost familiar. Idly he found himself scanning the crowd looking for someone that would fit his thought. 

Azar had only one real reason to be in Boston. It was more of a person then a what it had been nearly a century since the last time she’d seen them. It became harder and harder to track him down after he started to change his name. At least back in the less then modern eras where you couldn’t just look someone up on the internet or track down public records. To anyone that knew her, it would be extremely surprising that she was putting in the effort at all. Azar was a women of very few connections. It made her nomadic life that much easier. She could float around to place to place with out caring about anyone else. It was how she liked it. When it came to Vetr... Well things were not always by the book.

Fall had very noticeably hit the city as she made her way though the park. Everyone around her was adorned in some kind of sweater or jacket. Puffs of fog rising from them as they breathed. Her own body was covered in a fitted black leather jacket that matched the knee high boots she word. A blood read scarf curled carelessly around her neck. Her Auburn and brown hair wild as she strutted through the park. She always did love standing out in a crowd. Strolls in the park were no different. A light smile curled at the corners of her lips when she finally breathed in a very familiar and almost comforting scent. Her eyes darted in the direction. Her legs shifting course on their own. 

“You’ve become a very hard man to find,” slipped from her lips before she even really came to a stop. She know that even with the slight distance he’d hear her. Stopping in front of him she smiled a little wider as her hands settled on her hips. “You could at least send a girl a post card or something.” 

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atroposthecutter:

“I may have you in bed but I will never stop telling you how lucky I am for it,” he chuckled lightly against her mouth before their lips moved together. The shift in her legs moved friction against his body. There was no way he could hold in the groan at the feel of her against him. While her fingers danced between them and down ward, he practically shook with anticipation. Teeth caused another groan to leave his lips as he bit back gently the moment he felt her hands trace the line of his dick. “The need I have for you would make a whore blush,” he admitted without shame before moving a hand between them to take her hand away from his flesh. 

Bumping their noses for a moment he shifted so he wouldn’t be on to of her any longer but beside her. “As much as I prefer to between your legs, I would rather not crush you,” moved over his lips slightly breathless. Aches from training early sent pain through his body but hell if he cared, all he wanted was her. 

She couldn’t keep the grin off her face when she extracted a groan from her loves lips. It was one thing that she enjoyed, making him tremble under her touch. “I imagine your need is just as consuming as mine is for you,” she mused happily. A little pout formed on her lips when he pulled her hand from its place. “I would gladly be crushed by you.” she teased lightly as he shifted away from her. Margaret gave him a moment before she shifted up on to her knees. Pushing him on to his back before she shifted to tug away the leathers covering his lower half from her sight. 

“But having you like this is also as equally delightful.” slipped past her lips in a purr. Her tongue darting out to run against her lower lip as she took in the sight of his length standing at attention for her. Tucking her hair off to one side the girl leaned down just enough to press a soft kiss against the heated skin in front of her. “I’ve imagined this all day,” she hummed her hands settling on each of his upper thighs. Her words followed by another kiss, only this time she allowed her lips to drag up the length of his shaft. “Thought about how amazing it will be to have your taste on my tongue for the rest of the evening.” with that Margaret’s tongue darted out. Swiping it against the tip of his cock, before playfully nipping against the sensitive flesh. 

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atroposthecutter:

It was the sound of what seemed to be some salacious prayer to the sky that warned him as she tensed against his mouth. Gripping her hips so he could keep her pressed against him he didn’t stop. Still he teased the sensitive nerves until she would be the first to figure out just how to die by breathing into too deep. It took a moment but the quick movements turned into slow, lazy ones as he took his time tasting her. Marcus’ hands removed themselves from her hips before he took away his mouth. Almost reluctantly he shifted away and moved away so he could look at her splayed out in front of him.

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he savored what was left before he raked his eyes upward and too her face. Seeing her so undone was certainly a gift. Most days in her life she had to be so good and proper. A true princess training to be a queen. Luckily he was no prince. “Beautiful,” rolled from his tongue in a low tone that nearly stuck in his throat. Gently he shifted her legs from his shoulders and stood, stretching out his legs. His obvious appreciation of her moans strained against his leather breeches painfully. Instead of making mention of the need, he languidly moved between her legs so he could trace his mouth over the soft skin of her neck. “No one more beautiful, my lady,” he breathed on her skin while he brushed his lips at the corner of her mouth. 

Margaret was pretty sure her lungs were close to exploding as his tongue relentlessly continued its work against her clit. Her heart crashed against its cage in her chest. Ever last inch of her was completely consumed by the pleasure her brought her. Though there was a sigh of contentment when the motions of his tongue became slower. Her body jerked in appreciation with every swipe until she finally came down from her high. Her limbs felt heavy in all the most delicious ways. It took her a moment to open her eyes. A smile slipping on to her lips when she was met with the sight of him looking down at her. 

Her hands happily took their place against his shoulders as he positioned himself on top of her. The princess’ head tilted to the side for a moment allowing him more access as his lips moved along the sensitive skin. “You don’t need to flatter me so much,” she teased against his lips before they finally kissed. There was something intoxicating about tasting herself on is tongue. She loved knowing that he’d be able to taste her for the entire day after this. It gave her a sense of pride really. “You already have me in bed,” was added in a playful manner. Pressing her lips back to his a soft moan sounded as she shifted her legs a little. She could feel his arousal pressing down in to her, 

Shifting her hands, Margaret let them trail down his chest. Shifting just slightly she reached her arm between their bodies. Her teeth tugging on his lower lip playfully as she fussed with the front ties of his pants. Once they were loose enough she easily slide her hand beneath them. “Mmm..” she hummed her delicate fingers easily brushing against his hardened length. “I do love how being between my thighs works you up, My Love.” she mused her fingers tracing the line of his dick. 

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Be My Secret || Margaret&Marcus

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atroposthecutter:

Fingers digging into his hair urged him on. There was a time when he didn’t understand what there was about women that drove man insane. Sex was good but losing his mind over one wasn’t something he ever got. Until he started breaking the rules with her. Penalty of death seemed to just make it better when she dug her heels in and pushed him impossibly closer. Groaning lowly he moving his tongue in a quick motion he teased her entrance so he could steal a much needed taste. 

Fuck he understood why a man would sin for it. Why he would kill for it. Moving back to his main focus he shifted the speed and direction of his movement. Once again he was made painfully aware of the lack of attention his own dick was getting but he had all the time in the world. His hands shifted from where the were positioned to grip her hips in preparation. 

Margaret always wondered if other men approached their current situation with as much vigor as Marcus. He always seemed to loose himself completely between her legs. Which made it even easier for her to loose her self with him. Every flick of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center made her body jerk. Soft appreciative moans filled the air around them. She could feel the tightness starting to build in the pint of her stomach. Slowly coiling over its self again and again as she was pushed closer to the edge. 

Reaching her moment of bliss never took long under his attention. The current moment wasn’t at all different in that sense. Soon she could feel her whole body starting to tense. Every inch begging for the release his mouth promised her. “Sweet lord..” slipped from her lips in a sort of moan mixed with a breathy whimper. Her fingers tightening on his hard as she rocked her hips against the firm hold of his hands. It was like a wild fire, ripping through her body visiously but in the best way possible. Her orgasm hit her all at once. Causing her to cry out as her body arched of the bed. The man’s name slipped from her lips over and over as she came hard against his tongue. 

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Be My Secret || Margaret&Marcus

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atroposthecutter:

The sound of his name from her lips, did things to him that god would surely frown upon. Looking up from his position he caught sight of her eyes looking towards him. He couldn’t stop the instinctive drag of his tongue over his bottom lip before a wolfish grin tugged at his lips and he went back to slowly testing the soft skin of her thigh. Forcing himself to wait was nearly painful but he moved slowly none the less. After what seemed like forever, he finally made it to his goal with a smile against her skin before he wasted no more time. 

With a well practiced move he slid his tongue to the destination, breathing in slowly as he did so and couldn’t even begin to understand how he had nearly made it a fortnight without tasting her. Running his tongue over the warm flesh of her center, he buried himself as well as he could, allowing his tongue to find that bundle of nerves that meant so much. Sliding his hands underneath her ass, he lifted slightly to angle her hips so he could fully enjoy the taste, before lazily running his tongue over her clit. 

Margaret has no idea if her little plea was going to speed things along. But honestly she probably would be just as content if it had as if it hadn’t. She could feel Marcus still taking his time with her. Which drove her crazy in the most amazing way. It had been far to long since she’d had him between her legs like this. She made a mental note to make sure she got her fill before people started arriving. Feeling the knight shift in his place. His warm breath licked against her sensitive core before she finally felt the warmth of his tongue. A half moan, half whimper slid from her lips. Her hips lifted just slightly to press herself closer to the feeling. 

Brown eyes were quickly lost behind heavy lids as her head lulled back against the bed. Her grip on the fabric beneath her tightened. One hand moved to reach down, her finger’s light brushing against his curls. Moments later they buried themselves in the dark locks. Holding them just firm enough to let him know that she enjoyed the feeling of his tongue against her clit. The legs draped over his shoulders shifted slightly. One lifting just a little, her heel digging ever so slightly in to his upper back. 

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Be My Secret || Margaret&Marcus

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atroposthecutter:

He practically growled when she mentioned the damn frilly beast of a dress between them. Until he watched her hands dance towards he chest and undoing the ties of the under dress barely holding onto her modesty. As if she ever needed to be. Reaching for the hand that grabbed her dress, he decided to get rid of the deplorable thing all together. Pulling her upwards so he could shimmy the last off the dress over her arms and off, he tossed it to the side without care for the silken material. In another moment he would have cared, however, no.

Finally there was nothing hiding her but the thin material left and that was good enough for him. Slowly he laid her back down, letting his body follow with her while their eyes stayed together for what felt like a glorious eternity. Bringing his lips to her’s slowly, the kiss was almost lazy as he traced her bottom lip with his tongue before shifted his mouth away and trialing it down her jaw. Diligently he made his way downward, over her neck and collar bone, until he finally could tease the soft skin of her breasts. Taking his time slowly, he nipped and sucked while a wandering hand found it’s way under the thin dress. 

Slowly rough fingers traced smooth thighs before he found her center and placed his hand over it roughly. Removing his mouth from her breast was nearly painful but his tongue would be put to better use. Sliding downward he moved his body to the floor, the friction teasing his straining erection, until his knees hit the stone. Grabbing her calves he pulled her towards him so he could push the dress up slightly and drape her legs over his shoulders. Ever so slowly he began  to trace his lips up the inside of her thigh, making sure to nip and licking gently in all the right areas. They didn’t need to be in a hurry. 

The way he growled when she mentioned her dress did horrible things to her. She was pretty sure she’d soon be putty in his hand. Not that she was going to complain about it at all. Biting her lip she let out a little noise as she was hoisted up. Her arms moved enough to get out of the heavier over dress. She was beyond happy to be free of it. Even more delighted to be under him as they lay back in the bed. Her legs shifted so he could fit between them as they kissed. A soft moan was lost in his mouth at the feeling of his body pressing down in to her. She felt like every nerve in her body was standing at attention. The anticipation buzzed through her like little quaked. 

Her fingers played through his hair as he lowered himself on her body. His lips leaving fires behind on her skin as he kissed his way downwards. Knowing that no one was around to hear. Margaret didn’t worry at all about keeping her moans of pleasure quiet. Every nip and kiss pulled her more and more in to a lustful haze. A gasp slipped from her lips when his finally found the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. Her body moved on it own accord. Legs widening as her hips shifted a bit. It took all her strength to not just use her hands to push him towards where she really needed him. 

It would be easy for both of them to rush. But it was always so much sweeter when they took their time. So the princess closed her eyes, her hands gripped lightly at the fabric beneath her as she relished in the attention. She could feel the slick heat start to collect between her legs. As patient as she wanted to be, she also felt like she was going to possibly explode soon if she didn’t feel his mouth against her heat. “Marcus...” slipped from her lips in a breathy whine as her brown eyes opened enough to look down at him from her place. 

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Be My Secret || Margaret&Marcus

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atroposthecutter:

A smiled easily at her mention of enjoying what he did. While he had heard it before her, the other woman he had been with didn’t mean much. It wasn’t her royal status that made his heart swell, it was something specifically about her that made him breathless. Chuckling softly before she brought his lips to hers. There was no game in how she shifted her body into his. Her fingers dug into his curls and a groan escaped his lips only to be muffled by the taste of her mouth. 

Silently he reminded himself to not bruise her, to leave no marks where they could be seen. He would not shame her with their need for each other. The leather of his breeches was constraining with each passing breath a he nibbled at her bottom lip, and slowly edged her backwards towards the bed that was never used unless guests were present. It would be days before then, it was only right that the handy work of the maids get the respect it deserved. The layers of her skirt made him want to curse as he pulled his mouth away from her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out heavily as he looked her face over for a moment with a fond expression before moving his hands from her and pushing her back towards the bed. Marcus moved to lean over her, reaching for the ties of the dress that laced up the front. Slowly he undid them while he slid between her legs, pushing the dress upward so he could get the optimal position.

It was easy for Margaret to get lost in the moment. The way his tongue tasted against hers. The feel of his body shifting in to hers. Her mind quickly clouded with all the promises that their closeness made. Letting herself be directed back towards the bed she smiled up at him. Affection clearly beaming in her eyes as he spoke. A smile was all she gave him in return. there was need to say anything after his declaration. 

Sitting on the bed she shifted a bit. Her brown eyes watched as his skilled fingers undid the laces of her dress. They darkened with lust as the cool air licked at her skin. The material gaped open as the ties loosened, the thin under dress she wore barely shielding her chest from him. There was a slight giggle when he shoved the layers of her skirt up so that he could fit more between her legs. “I need less frilly dresses..” she mused as she opened her legs a little wider. Her core already ached with need. She was more then familiar with the kind of pleasure he could give while on his knees. 

Lifting her hands she undid the ties at the front of her under dress. Letting the material flutter open, mimicking the front of her dress. Once that had been done she reached down pulling her dress up a bit more for him. Shifting it so that it wasn’t so obstructive.