So this is smut. There is no beating around the bush about that ! Be warned =) This takes place between the S2/S3 gap because it my happy place right now ;)
House Call
Marcus woke up that morning deeply regretting having sparred with Lincoln the previous day. He felt bruised all over – probably because he was bruised all over – and when he sat up he distinctly felt something in his lower back. Pinched nerve, he decided, nothing to worry about.
It wasn't exactly painful, more like an unpleasant ache he couldn't shake.
It was manageable through his usual morning check of the camp perimeter and breakfast, more distracting than really problematic, but it grew worse when he went out with Bellamy, Harper and Miller junior to meet Indra. She was supposed to show them a good fishing spot that wouldn't impact on Trikru people. That involved a lot of walking around and standing up and well before the end of the day there was a new tension between his shoulder blades and he kept pressing his hands against his back every time he could get away with it, discreetly trying to find the knot and get rid of it.
To no avail.
"Kane." Bellamy frowned in the middle of Indra's explanation.
"I'm fine." he grumbled.
Indra eyed him up and down, clearly decided he was fine because for Grounders you were fine if you weren't lying dead on the grass, and glared at Bellamy for having interrupted over a trivial matter.
Marcus made an effort to be more attentive. If their people's security could be ensured during the actual fishing, it would be a welcomed additional source of food. They had found plenty at Mount Weather but canned food and fresh food weren't the same thing – or so Medical claimed.
It was late by the time they returned to Arkadia and he waved away Bellamy's offer to join the lot of them for dinner – and resolutely ignored the tinge of worry on the young man's face. He went straight to his quarters, eager for a hot shower and hoping lying down would help make the ache disappear.
The shower part of the plan worked fine. It lulled the small pain to sleep and he breathed easy for the first time that day. He lingered under the stream until the water turned cold. He had just stepped out when he heard the knocks on his door.
Knocks on his door at this time of night couldn't bear well.
New disaster impending probably.
He hastily wrapped a towel around his hips and hurried to open the door without pausing to think about who would be on the other side. He was suddenly very aware of being half naked and still dripping wet when Abby's eyes widened before roaming from his neck to his chest, down the length of the towel and all the way back up to his face.
"Sorry." she said and he didn't quite know if she was sorry for having so obviously ogled him or for disturbing him.
"It's okay." He cleared his throat, glanced over her shoulder to make sure the corridor was empty – because this place was a rumor mill and he didn't need anyone spreading tales around – and stepped aside. "Come in."
He closed the door behind her and went back to the bathroom long enough to grab another towel. He rubbed his hair dry hard, trying to stop the drops that kept running down his body. The way she was following them with her eyes was distracting.
"What's the latest disaster?" he asked when she remained silent a little too long.
"Oh." She startled a little. "No disaster. Sorry to disappoint." She grinned at that weak joke and then turned serious. "I thought I would see you at dinner tonight. You were supposed to tell me how it went with Indra."
"I sent Bellamy to see you." he frowned. "I told him to…"
"Yes, he summed it up for me." she cut him off, pursing her lips and placing her hands on her hips. "Now. Do you care to tell me what is wrong with you?"
He blinked, the towel freezing mid rub, leaving him completely disheveled. "What?"
She had her best you're in trouble now mom look. He had seen it used on Clarke – and occasionally some of the Hundred kids – enough times to know whatever it was she was pissed about she wouldn't leave without a very good explanation and possibly a heartfelt apology. Thing was, he didn't know what he had done wrong.
"Several people reported to me throughout the day claiming you seemed to be in pain. They were afraid you wouldn't go to Medical to get checked. And knowing you, they were right to be." she explained, waving down at herself. "So Medical comes to you."
There was a heavy coat of sarcasm in that last sentence and he rolled his eyes because… talk about hypocrisy. She was the last one to seek medical help when she was hurt or sick.
"I'm fine." he shrugged and immediately winced when the pain woke up.
"You look absolutely fine." she deadpanned, folding her arms in front of her chest. "I have never seen you look better."
"Honestly, it's nothing." he insisted. "I just pinched something in my back. It doesn't hurt that much. Nothing a good night of sleep won't cure."
He hoped.
She studied his face for a moment, searching for a lie, and then gave up on the pissed off attitude to move into full doctor mode. "Can I take a look?"
Was there any point in saying no?
She waved him to the bed and he sat down with his back to her, trying not to feel weird when she sat right behind him. He was a little too aware he wasn't wearing much.
"What are all those bruises?" she asked and he could hear the frown in her voice. Fingers brushed against the bruise on his side and he instinctively sucked in a breath. "Sorry. Is it that bad? On a scale of one to ten how much pain are you in? And don't lie to me, Marcus, you could have internal injuries."
Her tone was dubious and for good reasons. The bruises weren't pretty but they weren't life threatening either.
"It doesn't hurt. You just surprised me." he admitted, glancing at her over his shoulder.
She briefly met his eyes and then focused on his back again. "I'm going to touch. Don't be surprised." That warning was immediately followed by hands probing at his lower back. He groaned when she found the exact spot that had bothered him all day and arched his back a little when she pressed. She poked around the area, made him turn his head as far it would go left and right, made him roll his shoulders… "It's just a pinched nerve." she concluded. "And your back is in knots."
"Told you." he triumphed.
"Yes, we should hire you in Medical." she humored him. "Lie down on your stomach."
He frowned and very much didn't lie down. "What for?"
That was a dumb question if there ever was one.
"Did you miss the part when I said your back is in knots?" she snorted, pushing on his shoulder a little but he refused to move. "Come on, I promise I'm good at this."
He knew she would be good at this. He didn't doubt she would be good at this.
He was afraid he would enjoy this a little too much.
"I'm not dressed." He stated the obvious because the obvious needed stating.
"You've got a towel. I won't peek underneath." she grinned and he had the vicious suspicion she was enjoying the whole thing a little too much herself. "Don't be difficult, Marcus. It's me or Jackson but someone is taking care of your back."
For a terrible second, he actually considered walking to Medical to get checked by her assistant because this wouldn't end well. There had been too much tension between them lately – a good kind of tension, the kind of tension that would make his body a little too pleased to have her hands on him. There may or may not have been a few embarrassing dreams in the last weeks… He may or may not have thought about her hands a little too much.
He wasn't sure she knew what was going on in his head but when he glanced over his shoulder again she looked calm, there was an amused knowing smile on her lips and a determined spark in her eyes and he thought maybe he wasn't the only one who felt it.
"When you put it like that…" he snorted and carefully laid down on his stomach, his cheek against the fabric of his bed spread, his arms lined with his sides, and he waited.
She shifted closer and rubbed her palms against her pants to warm them. He closed his eyes and hoped he wasn't going to make a fool of himself tonight.
Then her palm pressed against the small of his back and he stopped thinking.
It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but her hands were warm, she was bowing her head to get a clear view of what she was doing and he could feel the tip of her ponytail brushing against his side.
It wasn't long before she found the aching spot again and she pressed and kneaded with more confidence and he groaned, half in pain and half in relief. His eyes immediately shot open and he searched hers, alarmed at the noise he had made and what she would think of it. She was still smiling, her eyes twinkling, and she pressed on the knot again. The grunt was instinctive.
"You're having too much fun with this." he accused.
"It's pretty much the point of massages." she retorted. "You are supposed to enjoy it and I am supposed to enjoy you enjoying it."
"Is that what they say in the doctor textbook?" he chuckled.
"Do you want me to do this the doctor way?" she asked, lifting challenging eyebrows.
There was a new kind of tension in the room, one they had been dancing around a lot lately. He licked his lips. "What's the other way?"
She used the hands resting on his lower back to steady herself as she passed a leg around his hips and settled on his ass. She did it with deliberate slowness, a touch of uncertainty perceptible underneath the apparent confidence. Then her hands were back to work. She had unrestrained access now and it wasn't long before she tore another noise out of his throat.
She worked on his lower back until the pain was completely gone and then she started on the knot between his shoulder blades. She was patient and diligent and he was complete mush by the time she attacked the back of his neck. He had lost count of the number of groans, grunts and moans he had let out.
"God, Abby…" he breathed out when she coiled a hand around his nape.
"Told you I was good at this." she retorted smugly.
It wasn't just what her hands were doing though. It was the weight of her on his ass, the warmth of her body, the hair that brushed against his skin now and then…
He was hard and throbbing against the mattress and it was embarrassing.
Her hands rubbed their way down his arms, first one then the other, and then she shuffled back on his legs and he immediately lamented the loss of contact. Until her fingers started working on his thighs.
"Abby." he said, a little uncertainly. Her fingers were at the edge of the towel and he didn't think she could see or feel anything but… It was flirting with decency. And he didn't want to spring anything on her. Quite literally.
"Relax." she chided him, working on the muscles of his right thigh. "Enjoy."
He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes riveted on the floor. "I'm enjoying it a bit too much."
"Oh." she said. There was no disgust, disappointment or annoyance in her voice. She sounded… pleased. "Do you want me to stop or…" She brushed the back of his knee just then and the reaction was instinctive, his leg jerked, which in turn made his hips move, which increased pressure on his erection and he found himself groaning once more. She sure was very good at making him produce these sorts of sounds. For her part, she was grinning. "You're ticklish." He had the distinct impression she was storing that information away for later uses. "But you didn't answer my question, Marcus. Do you want me to stop?"
Her palms brushed up the back of his thighs again, stopping at the hem of the towel.
"Your choice." he said. And he tried not to pant. He really did.
"You're at my mercy here." she teased. "That makes it your choice."
He propped himself on his elbow, carefully testing the waters where his back was concerned but the pain was gone so he pushed himself to a sitting position and turned around to face her. She was kneeling on the bed, looking a little disappointed and clearly embarrassed. It occurred to him she was taking this as a form of rejection but he didn't linger on it or give her time to escape. He ran his fingers through the loose ponytail and tugged gently on the end of it to get her attention.
"I'm starting to think you came here with a plan." he teased.
"Not really but it seemed like a good opportunity." she shrugged. "It's been weeks in the making. You can't take a hint, Marcus." She winced. "Or maybe you can and I just made a fool of myself."
"You didn't." he promised, brushing his fingers on her neck.
"Then why are you killing the mood?" she sighed.
"Because it's my turn to play." he smirked. "You can't have all the fun, Chancellor."
He leaned in but didn't quite kiss her yet, taunting her into making her chase after his mouth until he simply couldn't take it anymore. The actual kiss was more brutal than he had intended it, it was hungry, starving… He fought with himself to slow it down a little.
Payback was a bitch after all and she had spent almost a full hour torturing him with her hands.
She hummed against his lips when he tugged on the hair tie and she eventually untangled it from her hair herself because he was making a mess. In his defense, he was too busy kissing her to look at what he was doing. He blindly ran his fingers through her hair a few times before pushing the jacket off her shoulders. He felt her fingers fumbling with the shoelaces of her boots and she toed them off before reaching for the towel around his hips.
He wrapped his hands around hers, pushing them away.
"Oh, no." he chuckled. "I said it's my turn."
There was a frantic spark of lust in her eyes. She licked her lips and leaned in again. He obliged by kissing back but he didn't let her distract him. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head and then he nudged her down until she was on her back. He kept her there with a hand on her stomach, popping the button of her pants open with his free one. She lifted her hips when he tugged them off, impatience written all over her face.
He took a moment to look at her.
The matching black bra and panties were plain but he honestly believed she would have made everything look sexy and he found his mouth parched. Parts of him were throbbing with the urge to just claim her but that would have been too easy by far.
He slowly crawled over her, making sure not to lay his weight on her. Not yet. He lowered his mouth to her neck, licking only to nip and was rewarded with a loud moan. Her hands roamed on his back and he enjoyed it for a moment until they grabbed the towel again.
"Fair is fair." he chided her, gently but firmly guiding her arms back down. "I didn't get to touch. You don't get to either."
"Marcus." she growled in obvious frustration.
"I've got handcuffs somewhere in here. Don't make me look for them." he joked, squeezing her wrists before letting go.
"See… I knew you liked handcuffing me." she joked.
He didn't let the clouds of the past dampening the moment. She hadn't meant it in a reproachful way and it had been so long since the Ark… It felt like a lifetime ago.
"It's the only way to make sure you don't get in trouble." he snorted against her skin, leaving a trail of kisses down her collarbone.
"So if I touch you again, I'm in trouble?" She was out of breath and that pleased him greatly. "What kind of trouble?"
"Well… I might decide I don't want to make you come after all." He pretended to hesitate before nuzzling the swell of her breast and fuck wasn't she glorious. Guessing what he wanted, she arched her back long enough that he could unclasp her bra.
"We can't have that." she laughed.
"It would be a shame." he agreed, licking his lips, taking in the sight of her, before bowing his head to suck her hard nipple in his mouth.
"Marcus." she hissed.
He glanced up at her face but decided it was the good kind of hiss and so he started playing with her, his mouth on a breast, his hand on the other, tasting, toying, learning… He alternated between mouth and fingers for a while, switching breasts, watching her cheeks and her cleavage become more and more flushed with each passing second. Honestly, he could have done that all night but when she started to pant a little too much, he regretfully abandoned her chest to continue his exploration, dropping kisses down her stomach.
His tongue poked at her navel and then he captured the waistband on her panties between his teeth and pulled it down. She lifted her hips and helped him push the fabric down when it got stuck. He nudged her legs apart, pressing long kisses against her inner thigh and tried to get comfortable on his stomach – which wasn't exactly easy with him being so hard.
She propped herself on her elbows and flashed him a devilish smile when their eyes met. "You said I couldn't touch not that I couldn't watch."
His only answer was to lick her right where she was hot and wet. When he started sucking, she flopped down on her back with a helpless whimper and pressed her hands against her face.
"Okay?" he asked between two open kisses, just to make sure. He brushed her with a finger and she wriggled her hips closer to his face.
"I need more." she begged. "Please, please, please…"
He obliged. It didn't take long for him to get her off. She clenched around his fingers while he was still sucking on her, trying not to mind the way her thighs were wrapped around his head to the point he could barely breathe.
There were worse ways to die.
She came with a muffled sort of cry and he realized she must have been used to doing that with her daughter in the next room. The thought was sobering for a second but then she untangled her legs from around his neck and pushed him on his back. His shoulder accidentally hit the wall and one of his bruises throbbed hard in protest but he couldn't care less because the towel was torn away from his hips at last and she straddled him once more.
She wrapped her fingers around him and it was his turn to hiss. He pressed the back of his head against the mattress, his jaw clenched, fighting not to embarrass himself with every stroke she gave him.
"Abby… I can't…" he half-demanded and half-begged. "I need…"
"I've got you." she promised and he believed her, completely and fully believed her.
She sank on him impossibly slowly and his mind was already too far gone but he understood it was partly due to her teasing nature and partly due to the fact it had been a while and she needed to adjust. Her hands were on his stomach and they clenched once he was buried in her to the hilt. Her nails scratched his skin, they were covered in sweat and it stung where she accidentally clawed at him.
She reached for his shoulder and he couldn't take being so far away from her anymore. He wanted to hold her. He wanted her flushed tight against him. He pushed himself up until their chests were pressed together and captured her lips, swallowing her moan at the change of angle.
His hands ran down her sides and found her hips, giving a nudge so she would move. She chuckled against his mouth but she did start to rock and he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck, regularly bowing his head to suck at a breast that was bobbing up and down in front of him.
She was very good at taking him right up to the edge of pleasure only to slow down and pick up the pace again. He sneaked his hand between them, paying her back in kind by working her up and never helping her go that little bit further.
He didn't know how long they tortured each other like that. Time had no meaning and it was irrelevant. His world had narrowed down to her.
"I can't take it anymore…" she almost sobbed in his ear at some point. "Finish me… Finish me, Marcus…"
It was his name on her lips that truly made the trick. He flicked his thumb against her clit and this time there was no muffling her scream when she came. It was equal part pleasure and relief. It only took two more thrusts for him to come, chanting her name against her collarbone.
They swayed for a second, too exhausted and blinded by bliss to remain upward, and then he flopped on his back and she fell on him, knocking the air out of his lungs.
For some reason, it made him laugh. It was almost a hysterical sort of laugh but it was also a happy one. He was covered in sweat, she was trembling from the aftershock in his arms but not making any attempt at rolling off him and he was happy.
Eventually, she stopped trembling and she allowed him to slip out of her only to settle right back down on his chest. She pressed a kiss against his heart.
"How's your back?" she asked with genuine concern.
"It's fine." he smiled, brushing her long hair away from her face. "It's going to hurt a lot more often if that's what I get when I have a backache."
She shook her head at him with fondness and pressed another kiss on his skin, a teasing grin on her lips. "I might let you try the handcuffs next time."
He grinned back, happy to know there would be a next time.