There hadn't been any time to tell Marcus that she had remembered. Once they had gotten rescued, Abby had immediately gone to work on his leg. He had been in and out of consciousness the next few days, which was normal with the extensive surgery to his leg and the exhaustion he must've been in. She had wanted to tell him that morning when he had finally seemed lucid, but before she could, they were on their way back to Arkadia. There was just nothing romantic or special about telling someone you loved them and remembered everything from before, when there were fifty other people around. But, now they were back at their camp and he was in his room. He wouldn't let her keep him in medical for another night, but she had managed to get him to agree to take the next few days off and rest. Though, she was sure he wasn't getting any sleep. There was too much to worry about with the impending war against Mount Weather. She wanted to wait until everything had calmed down, but she feared it never would. So, she had asked Jackson to finish up for her and walked towards his room. She wasn't sure how she was going to tell him, only that she had to.
She didn't bother knocking when she arrived at his door and from the way he didn't turn his head from his spot on the bed, she knew that he knew it was her. "Came to check on me?" She could hear the smile in his voice, even if she couldn't see his face and that's when it hit her.
"Yeah, I wanted to make sure that you hadn't gone and messed up my work on your leg." She moved behind him to stand behind him, her knees hitting against his makeshift bed. When he went to turn around, she placed her hands over his eyes. "You know, you once told me that you were keeping a blindfold to use on me, but I'm assuming that it didn't make it down from the Ark, so my hands are going to have to do instead." She whispered, moving so that she was now kneeling on his bed, her body against his back.
Marcus wasn't sure what had gotten into her. They had had small touches here and there, but nothing like this, not that he was complaining. "I'm sorry, Chancellor. I did leave that blindfold behind somewhe-" He didn't finish his sentence, before it clicked. The blindfold he had used to show her their room all those years ago. He had never told her about that little detail, had he? He racked his brain for a moment, trying to remember if he had ever told her about it and he could've sworn he hadn't. Which meant, she remembered. She remembered. Marcus placed his hands over her own and pulled them away from his eyes, turning to face her. "Abby, how do you know about that? Do you-" His thoughts were silenced again when he saw the smile on her face and the small nod she was giving him.
"I remember everything, Marcus. When the rock hit my head in TonDc, everything came back to me. The entire two years. Almost, as if I had never forgotten them." She placed a hand on his cheek and ran it backwards into his hair. "I wanted to tell you that I loved you. Even before that, I fell in love with you again, down here. But, now I feel I should be saying that I never stopped loving you." She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his.
Part of him wondered if he was dreaming, but her hands tangling in his hair told him that this was real. She was real and she was right in front of him telling him that she remembered and that she loved him. He felt tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "I love you, too. I always have. Even when I didn't want to, even when I tried to make myself hate you to make it go away, I never could stop." He cupped her face, then and placed his lips over hers. "I love you so damn much, Abby." He whispered before kissing her. He shifted his weight as he kissed her, so that they were both kneeling on the cot, face to face. But, she could tell that the position put too much weight on his leg, whether he could feel it right now, or not. As she swirled her tongue around Marcus', she gently pushed him back, until he was lying down on the bed. Moving a leg over him, she straddled him. When she pulled back to run her hands down his chest, she heard him groan from the los of contact and she gave a small chuckle.
There were things she needed to tell him, things she didn't understand how too. She didn't regret the life she had ended up having, she couldn't, because that would mean regretting Clarke. But, there were also things she needed him to know. "I would have said yes." She whispered as her fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and slowly began to push it up and over his head. Running her hand down his chest again, feeling his skin underneath her hands. "If that pipe hadn't hit me in the head, I would have said yes, Marcus." She needed him to know that. Maybe, everything had happened for a reason. Maybe, she had forgotten him so that she could have Clarke. But, had she not forgotten, she would have said yes.
"I know." He did know. He knew how much she had loved him. He knew the torment she was probably going through, now. Because saying that she wished things had been different, or saying that having her memory would have changed everything, mean she wouldn't have had her daughter. He didn't want her to ponder on those thoughts. Having her again now was worth the wait. He sat up, her still on top of his and pushed his face close to hers. "It's okay. I know."
His words, his understanding, was all it took for her to realize that none of that mattered, now. They had this time. They had now. She could feel his hands roaming under her shirt and she lifted her arms so that he could take away one of the barriers between their bodies. Marcus laced his hand behind her back to snap the bra off and when she felt it loosen, she let it fall from her shoulders and down her arms. She couldn't help the blush that rested on her face at watching Marcus gaze at her. "You're beautiful, Abigail." He moved his face in between the hollow of her breasts and licked, leaving the spot wet, before moving to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Abby let out a moan and tangled her fingers into his hair. She could already feel her hips starting to move against his and feeling the hardened member in his jeans turned her on more than anything ever had. She needed him.
"I want us to take our time, but not right now. Right now, I need you." She crawled off of him for a moment to remove her jeans and panties, watching as he did the same. She didn't waste anytime before she was back on top of him. "Are you ready?" At his nod, she pushed down, letting him fill her. She let out a loud gasp and bit into his shoulder. For a moment, neither of them moved, until she felt his mouth go to her neck, kissing and sucking. She began to rock her hips, relishing in the sounds he was making.
"Abby, it's been a long time. I'm not going to last long." He could barely get the words out between pants of breath. He needed to last for her, or he needed to get her to where he was at. Figuring that would be easier, he placed his fingers on the little nub that he knew would increase her pleasure. Moving his fingers in a circular motion, he felt her shudder beneath his touch and scream out his name.
She wasn't going to last long, either. Not with him doing that. It was all starting to become blurry for her. His hand on her clit, his tongue against her neck. She quickened the pace, rocking her hips against his much faster than before. When she felt her body tensing, she knew her climax was coming and all she could do was grab onto Marcus' back, digging her nails into his skin as she felt all of her muscles tighten. The waves of pleasure kept running through her body. Marcus was quick to follow, moving his hips up father inside of her, letting himself cry out into her shoulder as he spilled himself inside of her.
They stayed like that for a few minutes, clinging to one another. Until finally, he laid back, pulling her with them. She adjusted, moving to that he was no longer in her and placed her head on his chest. "I'm sorry that I ever forgot how much I loved you." Because that was true. She didn't have to regret the life she had without him, but she could still be sorry.
"Better late than never." He smiled into her hair, his arm wrapped around her, and his hand drawing small circles on her back. It didn't take long for them to drift off to sleep.
But, they were awoken in the morning with sounds of screams filling the air. Rushing to get their clothes on, they rushed out to see Miller being hit in head and pulled into a hummer.
The mountain men were here for them.