Author: Sarah aka Girl Friday
Ttile: Breathless: Marcus
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Marcus/Percy
Rating: R for strong language and refference to slashy sex
Disclaimer: Not mine,
A/N: first off you must know this isn't Marcus in his hogwarts. This is Marcus years and years later. But hey it's alll good. This is part of a whole series by the way. There will be others pov's on the whole Marcus/Percy relationship.
Have you ever been so in love that it hurts? That every breathe you take your positive is full of them. The people who leave you completely breathless. You know where every time you close your eyes you see that person. Almost like that person is home? That's what he is to me. Those azure eyes are the lights that guide me back. That smile as the welcome mat as I make my way. His arms the bed I finally collapse in at the end of the night. He is my life, and I love my life.
He's asleep right now. His breathing even as he dreams of something I will probably never know. He lays on his stomach when he sleeps, that is of course, unless he is in my arms. Even then he sleeps with his chest pressed to mine. Wild mop of scarlet curls make a lovely painting against the white of our pillows.
I love that hair of his, the way it curls at his nape or around his ears. The way he is constantly trying to get it to behave though it never will. The way when he reads stray locks fall before those blue orbs so he has to push it away. He wants to cut it shorter but I wont let him. I like it the way it is. I love how after a shower it starts to curl up almost immediately. He told me once a long time ago he tried to straighten it, but it wouldn't hold. I'm thankful for that.
The only thing I don't like about watching him sleep is that I can't see those eyes. Those orbs of blue colored stone that seem to glow when he's excited. When he talks about the things that happen at work they look almost like the eyes of a four year old in a candy store. The way they get that playful glint when no one is around and we can be ourselves. But mostly the way they get dark as midnight when we make love. Nothing is better than his eyes then. I watch as them as I screw him silly. The way they become almost wild right before he comes. He always closes them as he does and that upsets me, but at the moment I am always to preoccupied to say anything.
His skin is almost as white as the sheets he's sprawled out across. He always says he's thankful he's not as pale as me, but I don't know. I think he might be if it weren't for all the freckles. Those little brown coloration's are everywhere too. Across his chest and arms. Down his back, though I don't know if he's aware of those. He has a little patch of them at the small of his back. I'm obsessed with those. I tend to spend along time just licking and kissing those as we go through our undressing ritual. He always chuckles softly and tells me I'm crazy for loving his body the way I do. He's perfection in my eyes, I don't care what he says.
I wish you could see his body right now, the way he looks when he sleeps. One arm above his head and the other tucked in at his side. We made love tonight. He always passes out after the fact, but I don't mind, it gives me a chance to watch him as I calm down. He's still practically glowing from the act. I love him like this. His lips are still swollen from kissing. His skin still slightly red and sweaty. A couple beads of sweat have pooled in the small of his back. I long so much to lick them out, but that would wake him. We don't want that. Instead I just watch his back rise and fall with each breathe. Count the freckles on his shoulders and arm. Looking at the clock I notice it's nearly three am. I have to get up at eight o'clock. Draping one arm around his middle I close my eyes and feel myself drift off.
Good Night Percy.
Ttile: Breathless: Marcus
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Marcus/Percy
Rating: R for strong language and refference to slashy sex
Disclaimer: Not mine,
A/N: first off you must know this isn't Marcus in his hogwarts. This is Marcus years and years later. But hey it's alll good. This is part of a whole series by the way. There will be others pov's on the whole Marcus/Percy relationship.
Have you ever been so in love that it hurts? That every breathe you take your positive is full of them. The people who leave you completely breathless. You know where every time you close your eyes you see that person. Almost like that person is home? That's what he is to me. Those azure eyes are the lights that guide me back. That smile as the welcome mat as I make my way. His arms the bed I finally collapse in at the end of the night. He is my life, and I love my life.
He's asleep right now. His breathing even as he dreams of something I will probably never know. He lays on his stomach when he sleeps, that is of course, unless he is in my arms. Even then he sleeps with his chest pressed to mine. Wild mop of scarlet curls make a lovely painting against the white of our pillows.
I love that hair of his, the way it curls at his nape or around his ears. The way he is constantly trying to get it to behave though it never will. The way when he reads stray locks fall before those blue orbs so he has to push it away. He wants to cut it shorter but I wont let him. I like it the way it is. I love how after a shower it starts to curl up almost immediately. He told me once a long time ago he tried to straighten it, but it wouldn't hold. I'm thankful for that.
The only thing I don't like about watching him sleep is that I can't see those eyes. Those orbs of blue colored stone that seem to glow when he's excited. When he talks about the things that happen at work they look almost like the eyes of a four year old in a candy store. The way they get that playful glint when no one is around and we can be ourselves. But mostly the way they get dark as midnight when we make love. Nothing is better than his eyes then. I watch as them as I screw him silly. The way they become almost wild right before he comes. He always closes them as he does and that upsets me, but at the moment I am always to preoccupied to say anything.
His skin is almost as white as the sheets he's sprawled out across. He always says he's thankful he's not as pale as me, but I don't know. I think he might be if it weren't for all the freckles. Those little brown coloration's are everywhere too. Across his chest and arms. Down his back, though I don't know if he's aware of those. He has a little patch of them at the small of his back. I'm obsessed with those. I tend to spend along time just licking and kissing those as we go through our undressing ritual. He always chuckles softly and tells me I'm crazy for loving his body the way I do. He's perfection in my eyes, I don't care what he says.
I wish you could see his body right now, the way he looks when he sleeps. One arm above his head and the other tucked in at his side. We made love tonight. He always passes out after the fact, but I don't mind, it gives me a chance to watch him as I calm down. He's still practically glowing from the act. I love him like this. His lips are still swollen from kissing. His skin still slightly red and sweaty. A couple beads of sweat have pooled in the small of his back. I long so much to lick them out, but that would wake him. We don't want that. Instead I just watch his back rise and fall with each breathe. Count the freckles on his shoulders and arm. Looking at the clock I notice it's nearly three am. I have to get up at eight o'clock. Draping one arm around his middle I close my eyes and feel myself drift off.
Good Night Percy.