send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed
fuck that! marcus is a rebel! we’re doing it without your permission.
marcus & didyme ( auraofhappiness )
catch me if you can. A smile showed up on his face as Didyme
rushed passed him into the gardens. He was on his feet the next second,
chasing after her. He quickly got his hands around her waist, pushing
her gently against the bricked wall surrounding the property. Triumphantly
smirking, his eyes dropped down to her full lips and suddenly he leaned in
for a kiss. It was only a brief moment but enough to make his death heart
JUMP. Hands dropped to his side, moving back as he noticed what
happened. Eyes flickering away, an almost SHY mumble: Λυπάμαι.
Eyes sparkling bright with excitement. The sun slowly setting over their
heads dipping everything into a warm orange. The fresh sea breeze brushing
their skins and playing with their cloth. In front of him his soon to be, with a
smile so wide she seamed to e x p l o d e with joy. Dressed in white and the
dark locks loosely pinned up she equalled pure beauty. Marcus mirrored her
smile, holding her hands in his. And once spoken their vows everyone was
forgotten. His hands cupped her cheeks moving in for a passionately kiss,
one filled with the certainty of a infinity together.
Her smooth porcelain skin suddenly felt completely fragile, as the soft weeps
were leaving her lips. Marcus felt like she was SHATTERING every minute and
with her his own h e a r t. His wife’s face pressed into his shirt while being
captured in a tearless cry. He buried his face into her locks, arms squeezing
her tighter to his body, stopping her from falling apart. Seeing Didyme this
broken, knowing that there was nothing he could do was PURE torture. Not
able to offer her anything but caress he blew a kiss on her hair while his hands
gently stroke her skin.
He saw her underneath the archway, a b r i g h t and welcoming smile on her
blood red lips. IMMEDIATELY all thoughts were pushed away. Increasing his
pace, forgetting about their family's present Marcus rushed towards his wife.
Her arms found around his neck, his looping around her hips, lips on lips,
everything like a rehearsed dance. The s w e e t perfume on her skin
entwined him like a coat, giving him the feeling of home like nothing else in this
world does. It was a PASSIONATED kiss. Impulsive, almost possessive.
But they got split apart too soon by an annoyed cough behind them.
His arm tight around her, finger caressing her skin with soft touches.
No words had left their lips for hours. None were needed to express the
HAPPINESS they were experiencing. He would leave for his LAST mission.
The LAST time being separated from his wife before he would be able to
give her the life she deserves. Marcus cupped her face with his hands
and waited till their eyes met. i have to go.. Gently kissing
her forehand, her nose and then her lips. He smiled as his hands slid
from her face and letting her go, one last time..