anonymous asked: Please could you have a sweet kissing moment with Jackie and Marvin?
Warnings: None
Characters: Marvin the Magnificent, Jackieboy Man
Main Verse
Jackie had commented that the balcony looked different. The light dimmer, the chairs replaced with a fainting couch, a curtain of sorts overhanging the awning that they could pull closed to block out the world beyond.
Marvin could practically sense the "nope. wasn't me. not at all" energy from Central. The magician had forgotten what day it was. Their home…clearly hadn't. Nor had Jackie. Marvin couldn't help but wonder if Cents and Jackie had collaborated on changing up his balcony.
Not that he'd complain. There was soft music coming from somewhere, and the couch was soft, and the curtains were cool and silky when he ran his fingers across them. He'd bet they were green, or maybe a dark blue.
And knowing Jackie, he wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if he ran his hands over the floor only to find rose petals there.
"You're so cheesy," he murmured into Jackie's hair with a grin. His shorter hero was tucked against his chest, both of them laid back on the couch.
"Aw, admit it. You like being doted on."
"Never said I didn't, love."
They'd both left their masks hanging near the door, so Marvin had one hand tracing the contours of his partner's bare face. He still had a clear picture of Jackie in his mind, could find every scar to mar his face and neck with ease. When his wandering hand found the one on Jackie's nose, he chuckled a little. It was an old one, a milky white at an inch long, and created an almost perfect split down the middle of his face on the bridge of his nose.
Jackie tipped his head back to press a kiss on his neck; Marvin could only hum contentedly and tilt his head as soft kisses trailed up to his jaw, then to his cheek, the side of his mouth.
One of Jackie's hands had come up, gently tracing the scars over his eyes and cupping his face. Marvin leaned into the touch and returned the next kiss with one of his own.