One Shot (12): Lorna/Marcos

Lorna Tells Marcos About Her Time In Jail

Rated M

Prompt: recklessnesspersonified irenehogan-blog Polaris being a badass but secretly loving Marcos' cuddles at night+ Lorna tells Marcos she was kicked, he gets angry and possessive. They somehow find out the baby's okay and they celebrate.

Its quiet in the car when they're driving back from the breakout back towards headquarters.

Lorna has never had any qualms of not telling Marcos anything, even with people she didn't like in the car. But this was sensitive.

She nearly curled into herself as she thought back of her time in prison, and flinched openly as her mind drifted to the baby.

"Hey." His warm hands slide comfortingly across her back. "Something wrong?" She could see from the corner of her eyes that the other three in the car tried not to be intrusive by looking in another direction (well, John in a more subtle way) but couldn't help but be interested in what they were saying anyway.

So she shook her head in silence, shrugging off his hands awkwardly as though she didn't want them on her back.

But unfortunately, both Marcos and John clearly understood her more than they should have, because the moment she did that, both of their voices came sternly as though to reprimand her.

"Lorna." Her cheeks coloured at their silent reprimand.

"It's just something that happened in jail. Nothing much." Marcos stiffened slightly.

"In jail? Are you sure? Do you— do you need a doctor or something?" Panic started filling his voice.

"No." Lorna murmured softly, but her voice shook slightly as she curled further into herself. "The baby is fine. I think." She said in a small voice.

Immediately, the blonde lady and John stiffened.

"The baby?" John's tone was incredulous. "I mean, your scent kind of changed for the last few months or so but I assumed that was because you were sticking with Marcos so much that he had to rub off on you." He dropped his focus back to the steering wheel as Lorna reached his leg over and kicked the back of his chair childishly. "Okay fine! I'm sorry!" Lorna grinned lightly to herself as she retracted her offensive foot, before gently patting Marcos' hands, glad for John's momentary distraction.

"Lorna, what happened in jail?" Marcos kept his voice carefully neutral, but it shook with a hidden anger, like a calm before the storm. Lorna chewed her lip nervously. Perhaps this wasn't the good time to–

"Did they give you some checkups? Or at least make sure that your baby is okay?" The prosecutor's wife asked quietly. "I know that I might not be quite accurate with the treatment that they might have given you, but at the very least, if they knew you were pregnant they should have given a proper treatment–"

"Yeah, they knew alright." Lorna shot an offensive glare at Reed before crossing her arms, her mind taking her back to the atrocious officer that had came to her cell to mock her as the memory flashed through her mind. "Sure didn't change the kind of treatment I got because I was a mutie." She grumbled. "I still got locked in the solitary for something I didn't do and got kicked in the stomach by other inmates." She paused, eyes widening as she realised what had slipped her mouth in her fit of silent anger.

Her eyes turned to Marcos, who stared at her, before his hands pressed against hers urgently. John's hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly till his knuckles turned white, while the blonde haired lady fidgeted in her seat, face pale and slightly disbelieving.

"They kicked you in your stomach? Are you sure they knew that you were pregnant?"

Marcos hissed at her words, almost starting for the prosecutor's wife before Lorna's hands gently pulled him back.

"Are you ignorant or what?" Lorna felt insulted that the woman didn't believe her. What did she take her for? A girl that didn't take her child's life seriously? So much so that she'd joke about being kicked in the stomach while she was pregnant?

The hidden anger in her tone was enough to keep the lady quiet, Lorna guessed, because none of them spoke a single word as they made their way back to the headquarters.

…..

The consequences of spilling that tiny secret that she was kicked in her stomach was pretty much apparent when they finally settled down back at headquarters, and after Lorna had taken a nice warm bowl of soup that didn't send her heaving on the floor. She watched as Marcos paced the floor of their room vault, her spoon stirring the hot soup morosely.

He was brooding. Again.

Most likely because he knew she didn't like being coddled, and hence was struggling to convey his apparent concern for that kick that was still in the forefront of his mind.

Lorna thought it was cute.

And a fleeting smile crossed her face, before her snorts of laughter turned to full blown laughing hysterics. She was sure that everyone who heard her would pretty much have thought she was crazy. But it didn't matter, because Marcos was staring at her with a half stumped and sheepish look on his face.

"That obvious huh."

"Don't worry." She purred, sliding her arms over his shoulder and stealing a light kiss. "I think it's cute that you're so possessive, even though it annoys the crap out of me when you pace the floor." He smiled wryly, before his rough palms slide across her hips gently, tracing the slight curve of her stomach almost agressively.

"You know I'll never let anything happen to you." Marcos growled lowly under his breath. "Both of you. Not if I can help it." Lorna hummed at his words.

"Mhm."

"What?" Marcos glared at her slightly, as though challenging what she thought.

"I didn't say anything." She grinned as she felt him getting more riled up. "It's just that…everyone knows that I wear the pants of our relationship." Lorna left his arms, smiling teasingly at him before returning to her soup bowl, grinning slightly to herself as she felt him glower behind her agressively. "Not that I doubt the fact of how capable you are." Her eyes sauntered towards the open vault door.

Perhaps she should close it, in a event of…other..things happening. A shiver of anticipation fled down her spin as she grinned coyly, twitching her fingers as she felt the metal vault door respond and groan.

Just a little more.

She took her concentration off Marco's entirely, and sighed with exertion as the heavy door finally clanged shut, sealing them inside. John would know better than to let anyone disturb them. He'd learnt that when she closed the vault door, it meant some very scarring things to young eyes was going on in there.

Lorna chuckled at the memory of John's horrified face when he'd barged into her and Marcos in the middle of sex when he'd tried to consult her for her opinion after a meeting. He couldn't even look at her in the eye for weeks afterwards.

But, taking her eyes off Marco's was a bad mistake.

Her eyes flitted back to the empty space where he previously stood in surprise, before yelping as he shoved her possessively against the door, before claiming her lips with his own hungrily.

She moaned slightly in triumph, nibbling on his bottom lip before gasping as he rocked into her, and his tongue shot between her lips, leaving her both breathless and wanting for more.

She pulled away slightly, and he growled, fingers tightening at her hips almost painfully, but not enough to bruise.

Oops.

Perhaps she shouldn't have pushed him too much. Marcos was a possessive man, aggressive due to the dark times he'd spent in the cartel. He just kept that side of him hidden well, partly because it brought back bad memories, and the other was because she was badass enough for both of them in the Underground to make a point to everyone.

But on the other hand, Lorna truly enjoyed this animalistic side of him, because it made her feel comforted and wanted, and most specifically, not in a coddled way.

"Hey babe?" His voice pulled her from her thoughts, his eyes losing their dark hunger in them as he stared at her concerned.

Lorna growled slightly, jerking him forward to crash her lips into his.

She did not just come out of jail just to lose the rare Wilder side of her boyfriend just because he was concerned.

….

Marcos smirked slightly into their kiss, his fingers slipping beneath her shirt to her heated skin, the almost burning warmth of his skin against her own skin lighting her desire to even greater heights.

"We should stop before someone hears us." Marcos said breathlessly, between kisses.

Lorna made a soft noise of disagreement, before pulling his face back to hers, her fingers undoing his belt with a twitch of her fingers.

"You're being hasty." Marcos chuckled as he gripped her wrists, bringing them up over her head as she panted, pressed her hands to the wall.

"Marcos." She growled lowly, bucking slightly, her hazel eyes dilated and hungry for more.

"Lorna." He grinned teasingly, a equally lazy but animalistic smile on his lips, warning her. She huffed out her frustration as he pushed her back the moment she bucked forward towards his lips, and they struggled for a couple of moments, the power struggle shifting and changing almost every minute as they teased each other.

Lorna nearly raked her nails down his arm in her frustration, and Marcos chuckled lowly, before gently bringing her closer, nuzzling her nose and pressing her lips gently against his in a slow sweet kiss.

She nearly cried with relief as he finally unbuckled her jeans, her slim legs wiggling out of the restrictive cloth to curl around his waist before—

"Lorna! Marcos!" Lorna nearly growled with frustration as John's voice echoed outside the vault.

"Leave us alone! We're having an important discussion down here! A Very important discussion!" She turned Marcos' face back to face hers and slid her lips against his—before a loud pounding sounded incessantly on the vault door.

Lorna growled as Marcos chuckled in resignation, burying his head in her shoulder.

"Go away!" She hollered at her friend at the door. To make an emphasis, she shoved the vault door a little tighter, the metal straining and groaning.

The pounding stopped momentarily.

"Finally." She grumbled, before flipping over onto Marcos with a grin. "Let's continue–"

"If you don't open the door and be wearing decent clothes I will bust through the wall!" Lorna glared at the closed vault door before screaming in frustration back at John.

"Fine! Jerk!" She shimmied back into her pants, tossing Marcos his belt with a angry huff.

"Are you decent?" Lorna had half the mind to walk out there with nothing but her panties on just to see John's reaction in her righteous anger, before Marcos caught her wrist with a gentle squeeze.

"I'll make it up to you later." He chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair.

"You better." Lorna huffed. "Or I might just consider pinning John to a metal wall one day so he'll stop interrupting us when we try to have sex."

"Lorna! Are you decent already?!" She threw open the vault door with a flick of her fingers, ready to glare at her friend outside the door, he hand resting aggressively against one side of the vault.

"What?!"

"Finally." John had his fingers stuffed in his ears as he glared back at her, while two teens and that blonde lady earlier in the car stood behind him, trying to look at anywhere but not at her.

"Caitlin's a nurse, so I thought it might be great if she could just check you out, since you're pregnant and all." Lorna nearly socked John in the face.

"Couldn't you have waited till morning?" She hissed. "In case you didn't know, Marcos and I were a little busy in here."

"Oh believe me, I did know." He tapped his ears, and she ignored him blatantly.

"Hey babe, I'll be at the workshop if you need me." Marcos stole a kiss from her lips, and her anger deflated almost entirely from her body.

"I..I know we probably aren't gonna be on best terms, but since you did mention a kick, I agreed with John that it might be best to check your condition out. Just to be sure. I may not be the best doctor to consult, but I can help you confirm some things." The blonde lady smiled tentatively.

Lorna glared at John.

"This was your idea?" She mouthed.

He shrugged, then grinned at her.

"Just check it out." He mouthed back.

"Fine. Make yourself comfortable." She let the three in, giving John the middle finger as she turned her back and walked into the vault.

…..

Marcos sighed as he worked on the car with his powers, the light sparking from his hands as he finished the last bit of his hobby job.

Lorna would be done with whatever John had looked her for, wouldn't she?

He got up with a groan, a twitch of a smile on his lips as he remembered his promise to his girlfriend upstairs.

"Hey." His eyes flashed in surprise as he notes John beside Sage and Sonia, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Weren't you with Lorna?"

"Oh, nah. If I'd stayed there longer she'd have throttled me for interrupting you two." Dreamer grinned at Marcos, shaking her head slightly.

"You two should go easy on Johnny, since he's the only one that hears everything here."

Marcos shrugged.

"Tell that to Lorna, not me. She's the one that you need to tell to be quiet." He grinned as his friends gave a groan at the excess information.

"So.. who's with her?"

"Caitlin. They're checking on her condition just in case." Marcos nodded, slightly worried. Even though Lorna had pretty much confirmed that their baby was healthy based on her feel of their child in her belly, he'd feel much less apprehensive with at least a professional nurse telling and affirming it.

"Marcos!" He whirled around just in time to catch a blur of green as Lorna hurtled into his arms, her face split into a wide happy grin, Caitlin and her kids trailing behind her with small smiles on their faces. His eyes found Caitlin's.

"She's fine." The nurse nodded slightly. "Both of them are perfectly healthy." Lorna wrapped her arms around him as a delighted smile spread across his face.

"I.. I…that's just great!"

"Yeah?" Lorna beamed at him happily, her exuberance and delight rubbing off on him.

He chuckled, gently pressing a kiss to her lips to convey his emotions.

"Go get a room, both of you!" Sonia called from her corner, grinning into the book she was reading. "Before we all see those lights again." The mutants that knew what she was talking about chuckled lightly. Marcos grinned, sliding his arm around his girlfriend's waist, watching as her cheeks flushed happily with colour.

"You're just jealous you can't do it with Johnny." Lorna retorted, drawing a scandalized gasp from Dreamer, and a pillow thrown in her direction by her best friend. He gladly let her slip her hand into his, his thumb gently carassing the back of her hand. "And we do have a room. It's just that none of you leave us alone." Lorna pulled Marcos down the stairs. "If you'd pardon us, we're gonna celebrate."

"Don't forget to soundproof and light proof so that none of us can see and hear!" Someone called out behind them, and Lorna grinned at her boyfriend, before shoving a middle finger up into the air amidst hearty laughter as they disappeared behind the vault doors.

Aaaand there it is! My first two prompts done xD

Hope it lives up to expectations! You can also find me on tumblr at selinaneveahcrystal where I write and post these one shots first before putting them up here. So if you want a frontline post of one shots you can go there. Or if you'd prefer to wait till I update here then so be it!

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