So Marcus and glasses… I had to write it. For SCIENCE. Beware smut.
The Glasses
He could feel the headache beginning to pulse behind his left eye. He sighed and felt around the clutter on the desk without taking his gaze off the report from engineering. Not that it made a lot more sense once the brand new glasses Abby insisted he needed were on his nose and the letters stopped blurring together. He missed Sinclair and the way he would always stick a post-it or scribble in the margins actual explanations in proper English instead of throwing a pile of complicated terms out there non-initiates had no hope of understanding.
He wasn't used to the glasses yet. It had only been a week and he was still living in the delusion that maybe Abby had made a wrong diagnosis.
It wasn't him who had told her about the headaches. It was all the traitors who surrounded him – and, as Bellamy insisted, who only wanted the best for him – but he supposed she would have eventually noticed by herself anyway. They did share a room after all.
She had showed up one day while he was attempting to help fix the fence and had dragged him to Medical without truly leaving him a choice – it was either following her or creating a scene that would alarm everyone in camp, something they were all desperately trying to avoid.
She had done so many exams, he had been dizzy by the end of it. She had been working herself into a panic but had been covering it under a professional calm and she had refused to look straight at him no matter what he had said to try and reassure her. It had been Jackson who had suggested the eye exam and she had been so relieved when it had turned out his left eye just wasn't seeing as well as his right eye that he had thought she would collapse. Everything else is fine, she had kept repeating, you're fine.
He wished he didn't understand the fear behind it.
There had only been a few cases so far but there was no denying people were getting sick. It made everything more real somehow. He was never worried about himself, it was always about the others. Abby, the kids… He didn't know what he would do if…
He chased those dark thoughts away and focused on the now readable report, fumbling with the arms of the glasses. He didn't know why he was having such a hard time with this. He needed glasses, it wasn't the end of the world – well… It wasn't exactly the right time for a midlife crisis or realizing he was actually growing old. Curiously, he had an easier time accepting the grey hairs in his beard than he had the glasses. They felt heavy and unfamiliar and he didn't last five more minutes before taking them off to rub the bridge of his nose. He studied the black square frames with a displeased pout.
"You can glare at them all you want, they're staying."
He looked up, a smile already on his lips, not sure how long Abby had been standing there. Long enough in any case that she was leaning against the doorframe with her arm folded. She smiled back and stepped in the war room, closing the door behind her. She perched herself on the small portion of the desk that wasn't covered with reports, the side of her leg pressed against his. She snatched the glasses from his hand and pushed them back on his face.
"They work better on." she teased.
He grabbed her hand before she could take it away and pressed a kiss on her inner wrist as a hello. She had already been gone that morning when he had woken up, off to Medical, and they hadn't really had a chance to cross path that day. He had been stuck in the room all day, trying to get a hold on the paperwork he tended to neglect.
And, yes, there probably was more urgent but Clarke and Bellamy had more or less put themselves in charge of the doomsday problem and tended to only share information when they deemed it relevant – which was not often. They were good at avoiding him when they wanted to.
"Did you already have dinner?" she asked, absentmindedly running the hand he had just kissed in his hair.
He shook his head with an apologetic shrug. "I need to make sense of this first." He waved the engineering report. "Go on. I'll catch up later."
"I was thinking about turning in early." She lifted her eyebrows in a very clear implication of what turning in really meant but the invitation quickly turned into a frown. "Did you remember to have lunch?"
"How the tables have turned…" he chuckled. "Yes, Doctor Griffin, I remembered to have lunch."
"Someone has to worry about your health, Chancellor Kane." she retorted, fighting her smile. "I know paperwork is consuming."
"It is." he sighed. "And boring."
He took off his glasses to rub his eyes and let his hand fall. She didn't stand for it, she picked them up again and gently forced them back on his face.
"I don't understand why you don't like them." she chided him. "They suit you."
"They make me feel old." He wrinkled his nose. It was probably one of the most shallow things she had heard him say but he couldn't deny he had prided himself on the way he looked back on the Ark. He had found it absurd down on the Ground but back then… He had believed it was important to reflect a certain image. He didn't anymore, not really. But the glasses…
"I think they make you look hot." she said bluntly.
He frowned a little, surprised. "Really?" She stood up and he didn't understand what she was doing until she had walked all the way back to the door and the lock had fallen into place. His frown deepened, a bit uncertain. "Abby…"
She strode right back to him, the sway of her hips that little bit more purposeful, and she didn't stop until she was standing between him and the desk, between his legs. She leaned in, propping her forearms against the back of his chair.
"Really, really hot." she confirmed, brushing her lips against his. He automatically angled his head the right way, his hands grabbing her hips. The glasses got in the way of the kissing which was annoying but if she liked them…
The kiss was dirty and her hands were in his hair, messing it up more than it already was. She had a thing for his hair and he couldn't say he didn't like it. He didn't really mean to tug on her hips but she straddled his lap without a second thought. She rocked against him and he groaned in her mouth, letting his head fall back when she moved her lips to his neck, her hand trailing down his chest to find the hem of his shirt and pulling it up.
"I really should finish the paperwork." he mumbled, still lifting his arms to help her get rid of the shirt before pushing her jacket off her shoulders.
"Do you want to stop?" she grinned, already knowing the answer to that. When had he ever been able to refuse her?
He glanced at the cluttered desk over her shoulder anyway because he was Chancellor and he should put his job first.
They could be dead tomorrow…
Death lurking around the corner put everything back in perspective…
"Did you come here with a plan?" he accused, quickly pulling her shirt over her head and leaning in to press a few kisses on her chest, his fingers actively fumbling with the clasp of her bra. It gave easily enough and he tossed the plain black garment away. The two rings hanging from the necklace swayed a little between her breasts. He gently pushed them aside to press his lips against her skin, increasing his kisses.
"No." she laughed, slightly breathless already. "It's the glasses. I told you."
The glasses were askew long before they got around to dealing with their pants. They had gotten a bit knocked off when he had closed his mouth on her nipple. She was quick with her own remaining clothes and too impatient, she didn't wait for him to take off his boots, she pushed everything down to his ankles and straddled him again, sliding on him with a blissful hiss.
They rested their foreheads against each other for a moment, savoring the brief moment of peace, until he couldn't hold it anymore and his hips buckled. She chuckled and started moving, imposing them a slow rhythm that was simply torture. He couldn't do anything about it though. He was completely at her mercy. His hands were on the back of her thighs, helplessly urging her on, hers found their way back to his hair and she guided his head up for a long kiss.
His heart was pounding, his skin was becoming clammy with sweat from the restraint she was demanding of him… His naked back was sticking to the leather of the desk chair… Her tongue was distracting. He squeezed her thigh without really meaning to and she bit down on his bottom lip in retaliation, nibbling and tugging it between her teeth before kissing him again.
He had never felt so alive.
She made him feel so… Alive.
"I love you." he whispered between two kisses.
"I love you." she answered without a single hesitation.
The thrusts became deeper, the tension was almost too much, rapture was so close it was almost painful not to rush to reach it…
He licked the drops of sweat from her neck, murmuring incoherent sweet nothings when she started losing it and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her whimpers increasing. He put his left hand on her back, to ground her, and slipped his right hand between their bodies. At the first flick of his thumb, she dug her fingers in the flesh of his shoulder, begging him without ever actually saying what she wanted him to do, his name a desperate prayer on her lips…
He waited until he was sure to be ready himself to actually put the exact amount of pressure he knew would do the trick.
She came with a breathless gasp that was almost a sob. His sight flashed white and for a brief, amazing second, he was weightless.
The world slowly came back in focus, the edges of the room, the unpleasant feeling of the leather sticking to his back, the smell of sex in the air, and the loud echoes of their panting to catch their breath.
It was odd how time could warp sometimes, he thought, because for a while they had been completely cut off from the rest of the world. He couldn't say how long. They had been in a bubble and nothing had existed except them.
He wrapped his arms tight around her, planting a kiss on her hair before propping his chin on her shoulder. The position couldn't be entirely comfortable but she seemed content to remain where she was, her head in the crook of his neck. After a couple of minutes she shivered and he knew they needed to move. She would fall asleep, he would too probably, and they would catch a cold. They were sweaty and it wasn't warm enough to sleep naked without at least a few blankets anyway.
"Dinner?" he suggested in her ear. Engineering could wait or provide him with reports he could actually understand. He was hungry now and he didn't want to let her go just yet. They had so little free time to share…
She hummed her approval but didn't move until he gently nudged her thigh. Then she stood up with a sigh, fished the tissues from the desk drawer and started the long process of getting cleaned up and dressed. It was probably telling they had started keeping tissues in their respective desk, he figured.
He wrapped an arm around her waist before she could unlock the door and pressed a few more kisses against her neck, just because it would be a couple of hours before he could do it again. She reached behind her to coil her hand around his nape, chuckling a little.
He didn't need to ask to know she was happy.
The knowledge he was making her happy made him want to roar with pride.
She made him happy too.
She turned her head to nuzzle his jaw, reaching up to adjust his glasses that weren't completely straight on his nose.
"They're for reading. You don't need to wear them everywhere." she reminded him.
"If you like them so much, I'm never taking them off again." he teased.
She laughed and he couldn't help himself, he kissed her despite the awkward angle.
He could probably get used to the glasses, after all.
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