I’m Your Fire | M&V
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His thumbs tapped at his phone’s glass screen, a smirk toying with the edge of his mouth as he typed out a message. <<I’m on my way home>> Marcellus Kane glanced over the top of his phone, making sure he didn’t trip over the first step as he began his assent. <<You better be there, Vi. I skipped lunch and I’m starving.>> He rethought the kissy emoji before hitting send.
Viola Borgia was a busy woman. A busy married woman, but Marcellus couldn’t force himself to care about the latter fact. It didn’t stop him from wanting her, it wouldn’t stop him from having her. She was too much woman for one man to handle, anyway. Well, any other man than him. Mind fucked in a way that had him questioning his reality, their affair was the only thing that made sense. It felt right. And it’d been going on long enough that he’d given her a key to his place.
“It makes things easier,” he’d said when he’d presented her the key, ignoring how his heart had stuttered, and how nerves had tangled his gut. It was easier, but easy access wasn’t why he’d given it to her. If Marcellus took a moment for some self reflection, which he rarely endeavored to do, he might have acknowledged the part of him that wanted his place to be theirs. He wanted her toothbrush in the holder next to his, her makeup strewn across the bathroom counter, and to pull her hair out of inconvenient crevices. But he wasn’t self-reflecting, so he wasn’t going to think about any of that.
At the top of the seventh floor landing, he strolled down the hall toward his condo, keys already in hand. Vi had said she had a shoot today, and that it might run late, but he was hoping she was out. He was hoping he’d get to come home to her. The key slid effortlessly into the lock. Grabbing the knob, he took a breath and pushed the door open.