forum A Game of Cards.... ((One on One// PRIVATE//CLOSED))

Started October 28, 2018 by Deleted user

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Marcus nodded and leaned back, wishing he could get up to help her. His wound stopped him from moving too much— which brought a terrifying thought to mind. If Luc moved against her, he would not be able to protect her.

((Wanna do a time-skip? She and Angeline can help him through some physical therapy. And she can tell him of the whole 'Lauren' thing.))

A little later, Winifred returned and sat once more. "They're on their way with more tea." She said with a bright smile. "In the meantime….would you like me to read to you?"

(yeah sure, to the next day or just a few hours forward?)

Marcus faltered, mind skipping back to the excerpts she'd read him, the excerpts full of sinful desires and an insane lust for Death. But the temptation to hear more of Lauren Dean's well-spun words was too sweet to resist. "Alright," he agreed, a small smile on his face.

Winifred smiled and rose to go to her room. She crouched down before her trunk and opened it, scuffling through her stuff to find one of the three books. Once she grabbed one, she returned to him, but she couldn't help but feel a little timid or bashful. The things that were mentioned in this book had become all too intimate, all to possible over the last day. Could she really stand the heat of the words printed on those pages?

Marcus folded his hands in his lap, peering at the title of the book. Was this the same book she had read to him earlier, the romance? The thought brought a sudden bout of nerves crashing down on him. What would it be like to be read to this time, now that a world of possibilities had been opened?

Winifred opened the book to where they had stopped last and instantly remembered why she had stopped. She bursted in laughter as her cheeks bloomed red. "I-I…" she could hardly speak. "I can't read this to you…"

Marcus averted his eyes, swallowing. He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, brimming with nervous energy. “Do what you want.”

Winifred's laughter stopped as her lis curled in a roguish smile. She clambered off the bed and went over to his bookshelf. She snatched a red covered boo off the shelf, waving it at him. "I still want to read this."

Marcus covered his face with his hands to hide the blush that continued to seep across his face. “If you must,” he mumbled, biting his lip.

((I read this whole rp through today! IT'S A FLIPPIN MASTERPIECE!!))

Winifred smiled and cleared her through. "Of Red to Rose by Jeffery Swann." She read with such flourish. "Hm. I like his name, it's appealing." She laughed softly.

(eyy high five! Also merry almost Christmas, if you celebrate
Yeah this is one of my favourite rps by far :)

Marcus couldn't help a tiny smile. "It is appealing," he agreed softly, reaching out for her hand. "I hope you like it as much as I did.."

((Yas! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! ))

"I mean…." Winifred looked up at him. "I could take a pretty good guess because we've been in this situation before. You didn't want me to read this book before." She sat down on the bed once more and crawled towards Marcus.

:D

“I was embarrassed,” he admitted quietly. “You’d caught me off guard, you’d found perhaps the softest book in my collection. I wasn’t sure what you’d think of me.”

"Not everything about you had to be hard and pressing, Marcus. Not at all." She wrapped her arms around him.

Marcus leaned against her, pressing kisses to the top of her head. “You taught me that.. I didn’t know how to be.. sensitive, before. I didn’t know how not to pretend.”

"And now you know." She smiled. "I told you, you bloom nicely, my flower." She inclined her head to him, leaning into his kiss like a cat.

Marcus flushed, kissing her again. “I have..” he murmured into her hair.

Smiling, she looked up at him and into those gorgeous brown eyes. He had undone so neatly, so gently, she had hardly notice, in fact, she had desired it and enjoyed it. Winifred tossed the book to the side and took him by the face, her lips crashing into his.

Marcus’s hands snaked around her waist, tugging her close as their lips met for the hundredth time that day. “Kissing you… it’s like a dream..” he murmured into her sweet-tasting mouth, enjoying the rush of euphoria that came with.

"Having your hands around me…. that's like a dream too." She whispered. "But here we are…" Her hands trailed along the back of his neck.

Marcus shivered under her caresses, wanting more, needing more. “Here we are..” he echoed, teasing her lips open with his own. “I thought you were going to read to me..?” It was said to make her smile, to tempt her into kissing him deeper.

Winifred smiled with a soft laugh. "I was but… kissing you is so much more enjoyable. Now, hush." She leaned in more and kissed him deeper. She played with the curls of his hair, humming softly with pleasure.

(Merry Christmas!!!)

Marcus’s heart thrummed at the new depth of the kiss, a smirk playing out on his face. His broad hands found her slim waist, drawing her closer still as his mouth worked itself against hers. The sweetened syllables of her name found their way onto his tongue. “Winnifred…” Oh, how he loved saying her name. He said it again, just for the sake of murmuring into her soft lips. “Winnifred..”

Her cheeks flushed as she groaned into the kiss. Being held by him was more than Winifred could take, her heart close to burst. But what sent her over was her name on his lips. She kissed him harder, her tongue slipping past his lips. Oh, he tasted so sweet. Placing her hands on his cheeks she groaned once more.

Marcus let out a soft sound of surprise, parting his lips slightly wider to let her in. His cheeks reddened when a groan slipped from her mouth, and his hands tightened around her waist. He couldn’t stop pulling her to him, couldn’t get enough, would never get enough of her. “I love you… Winnifred…”

"Love you….more…" She mumbled within the kiss. Her fingers slipped into his hair. From her side, she could hear the door open. A soft gasp escaped the butler who delivered their rolls and tea, and then a chuckle. "Young whipper-snappers…" he muttered as he left the items and exited. Winifred giggled into the kiss.

Marcus’s cheeks blazed, almost as hot as his love for Winifred. But he refused to pry his mouth off of hers, found himself unable to remove his hands from where they dug into her waist. It surprised him how much she trusted him, after everything that had happened with his asshole of an uncle, she still kissed him with this fiery passion. “I’m not sure that’s possible..” he murmured back.

"Yes it is." She replied. "I love you so much more than I could ever express. I would combust if I tried. But for as long as you'll have me, I'll do my best to show you. I love you, Marcus. Only you can pull me out the darkness and make me feel worthy of love. I love you." She had pulled away to say these things, to speak her heart. She looked into his beautiful eyes.

Tears glistened in Marcus’s eyes— no one had ever said anything like that to him. He lay a gently hand on her heart just so that he could assure himself it was still beating. “I’ll have ou for as long as you want me..” he whispered back. “Thank you for— for everything.”