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Grell sighed softly as she sat in the bar drinking her drink. It wasn't fair that she was alone again. The female just wanted to play with someone was all.
Claire had just strolled around from the back room when a familiar mop of red hair caught her eye. She walked up and smiled. “Hey, I think I’ve seen you at the office before. You’re Grell Sutcliff, right?”
Grell walked through the park on her break and streached with her arms above her head. "I hate work~," she sighed.
Marlowe peeked out from behind a tree and smiled when he saw Grell walking along. He ran out and immediately wrapped his arms around her, pressing a gentle kiss to her neck. "Darlin'~!"
"Marlowe~," she sighed draping her leg over his dramatically. "I'm bored~! Lets do something fun~!"
Marlowe chuckled, gently sliding his hand up her leg toward her hip. "Yeah? What did y' 'ave in mind, love~?"
Grell jumped on her husbands back and placed soft kisses on his cheek. "I wanna play with you~," she giggled.
Marlowe squeaked and looked back, then laughed. “Oh, y’ do? Alright then, what do y’ wanna play, cutie pie?”
Grell pouted and plopped down in Marlowe's lap. "Pat attention to me~," she whined like a small child would and took his newspaper then threw it across the room.
Marlowe squeaked as Grell sat down, looking up at her and pulling her close. "'Ey, I was tryin' ta read that... what's wrong, love?"
"Merry Christmas, Grell~!"
Grell and Marlowe had had a fight. It started with an iverly friendly co-worker of hers who kept wanting to be closer the normal to her. Marlowe had gotten angry and fought with the other reaper in a fist fight. So Marlowe won just barely and in a jealous rage called her a cheater. Now Grell had tried to drown her pains in a bottle of scotch. A man approached her and it her pain followed him. The man pushed her against the alley wall ignoring her protests. "M-Marlowe help," she screamed crying.
(( Oh dear!! Marlowe to the rescue everyone but more importantly how did you know I needed angst XD ))
Strangely enough, for once Marlowe hadn't gotten drunk after a fight with someone. Maybe because it was a fight with Grell and he knew he deserved the pain. What he'd done was horrible, and he deserved to be punished for it. However, as he was walking home (mostly to try and think of a plan to apologize to Grell), he heard someone crying out from the alley. Recognizing the voice as Grell, he didn't hesitate to run down. "Grell!!"
"Kiss me quick~!"
Send me "Kiss me, quick!"
and I’ll generated a number from 1-25 to see where my muse will have to kiss yours:
3. Back of the hand
Marlowe grinned. "Well, that's what a gentleman does, isn't it?" He reached to take Grell's hand and brought it to his face, lightly kissing the back. "My lady~"
