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dreamlikenewyork2014-10-01 08:30 pm
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@ muserevival || 076.6. Misc/Random
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"Love is what you've been through with somebody." - James Thurber
Mark wouldn't admit to anything but the fact that the heart attack he had a good few weeks back now had only been minor. And anyway, his son had been seriously sick and they had all gone through a terrifying time, so who could really blame him for having a heart attack anyway? He was just getting seriously bored of the diet he was supposed to be adhering to and he was pretty sure he had rested enough to last him a lifetime. He didn't like to admit that he still got a little short of breath sometimes and even though there was no chest pain or worrying symptoms, he did get tired easily.
Now that his son was on the mend and actually quite thriving compared to what he had been the other week, Mark was already on the campaign to get back to work so he could begin getting down to the bones of Justin's custody case. A custody case that should never be happening because the grounds for it were absolutely ludicrous, but he would do whatever it took to protect his son from more pain... and if that meant taking his selfish bitch of a mother down in a court of law, then it was going to happen. It was convincing his cardiologist identical twin that he was fine to stop the prescribed rest and jump into preparing the case like a dog with a bone.
So, here he was, in bed resting - again - and trying to urge himself to be interested in any one of the latest books he had added to his iPad just out of sheer boredom. He scrolled the pages one way, and then the other, not reading a word, until he finally gave up and switched the device off. If he slept, then the morning would come sooner and he could begin his bargaining crusade to get Sam to sign him off as fit for work all over again. Justin had gotten a really early night, because even though he was doing better, he exhausted easily and there was no boyfriend sleepover that night to stay awake for being a school night.
When Mark had gone to bed, Gen had been Skyping some business associate or another somewhere on the other side of the world about something that sounded very fashionable and very important. Mark had plenty of cash to splash around, but he had never truly been able to shake off the typical Aussie lad persona and didn't really know one piece of couture from the next. He always just figured if it had a large pricetag, then it was fashionable. You didn't really need to be a honed fashionista to dress in good quality suits and ties. Until Gen entered his life, his closet had been just one large line of different shades of suit from black to navy to grey, and array of trendy ties, nice leather shoes... and trackpants, t-shirts, tank tops, shorts, and thongs. Yes, thongs. The Aussie version go on your feet, not the jocks that lived up the crack of your arse.
He must have dozed a little because he roused when Gen had finally made it to bed. She was being extra quiet and careful climbing in so she didn't wake him, but once she was settled, he shuffled over and spooned up behind her. He kissed the back of her neck and then his hand slipped up under the little frilly tank top and matching shorts she wore to bed. Well, that night anyway. She was a fashion queen, so she had just as many types of different sleepwear as she did handbags. They had been abstaining because of his health, with the only restriction on that was to 'wait until he was feeling up to it'.
Well, he was feeling up to it. In fact, his dick was more than feeling up to it in response to him feeling up her breasts. "I want to make love to you... I think we earned it," he murmured against her ear, and then teasingly lapped at her earlobe.
"But you're supposed to be--"
"Shhh," Mark cut in softly and captured her lips in a kiss over her shoulder to hush her. He had rested, and it wasn't like he was planning on pounding her into the mattress. They were still ultra-aware that Justin's sleep was erratic so they weren't about to get into any marathon fuck session if he could wake up at any minute and hear them at it. This was one of many small signs how his wife and his son had intervened on his bachelor manslut, casual sex lifestyle.
Gen rolled over onto her back then so she could get a better look at him, even if the room was dimmed right down and only lit by a stream of lighting coming into from the hall. They left the hall light on for Justin in case he woke up and their bedroom door open a crack to hear if he needed them. Mark let her cast an analytical eye over him for just a moment or two before he was offering her a trademark smirk and shifted to lie in between her legs. He pushed her tank top up and he dipped his head to wrap his lips around her nipple, tongue teasing it briefly before he kissed up over her chest and nuzzled the corner of her lips with his nose. Their kiss was slow and lethargic with only a bit of shifting and some expert hand action, Mark had her out of her silky PJ pants and raked his own boxers down over his hips.
He was soon back settling between we legs, which he nudged open a little more to get that hint more closer to her, and he entered her slowly, resting his forehead against hers. He sighed at the rush of sensations through him and then wet his lips before findings hers in another tender kiss. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out into the kiss, their breath intermingling as they refamiliarised themselves with being entwined like this after such a long and painful break from it. He didn't know why he felt ready that night, or why he didn't want to wait to get them both completely naked. He just knew he missed her, he needed to feel her close, to be inside her, remember how amazing they could be together after everything they overcome as a team... and maybe ultimately, that was the part of being marriage he had come to love the most of all.
"Love is what you've been through with somebody." - James Thurber
Mark wouldn't admit to anything but the fact that the heart attack he had a good few weeks back now had only been minor. And anyway, his son had been seriously sick and they had all gone through a terrifying time, so who could really blame him for having a heart attack anyway? He was just getting seriously bored of the diet he was supposed to be adhering to and he was pretty sure he had rested enough to last him a lifetime. He didn't like to admit that he still got a little short of breath sometimes and even though there was no chest pain or worrying symptoms, he did get tired easily.
Now that his son was on the mend and actually quite thriving compared to what he had been the other week, Mark was already on the campaign to get back to work so he could begin getting down to the bones of Justin's custody case. A custody case that should never be happening because the grounds for it were absolutely ludicrous, but he would do whatever it took to protect his son from more pain... and if that meant taking his selfish bitch of a mother down in a court of law, then it was going to happen. It was convincing his cardiologist identical twin that he was fine to stop the prescribed rest and jump into preparing the case like a dog with a bone.
So, here he was, in bed resting - again - and trying to urge himself to be interested in any one of the latest books he had added to his iPad just out of sheer boredom. He scrolled the pages one way, and then the other, not reading a word, until he finally gave up and switched the device off. If he slept, then the morning would come sooner and he could begin his bargaining crusade to get Sam to sign him off as fit for work all over again. Justin had gotten a really early night, because even though he was doing better, he exhausted easily and there was no boyfriend sleepover that night to stay awake for being a school night.
When Mark had gone to bed, Gen had been Skyping some business associate or another somewhere on the other side of the world about something that sounded very fashionable and very important. Mark had plenty of cash to splash around, but he had never truly been able to shake off the typical Aussie lad persona and didn't really know one piece of couture from the next. He always just figured if it had a large pricetag, then it was fashionable. You didn't really need to be a honed fashionista to dress in good quality suits and ties. Until Gen entered his life, his closet had been just one large line of different shades of suit from black to navy to grey, and array of trendy ties, nice leather shoes... and trackpants, t-shirts, tank tops, shorts, and thongs. Yes, thongs. The Aussie version go on your feet, not the jocks that lived up the crack of your arse.
He must have dozed a little because he roused when Gen had finally made it to bed. She was being extra quiet and careful climbing in so she didn't wake him, but once she was settled, he shuffled over and spooned up behind her. He kissed the back of her neck and then his hand slipped up under the little frilly tank top and matching shorts she wore to bed. Well, that night anyway. She was a fashion queen, so she had just as many types of different sleepwear as she did handbags. They had been abstaining because of his health, with the only restriction on that was to 'wait until he was feeling up to it'.
Well, he was feeling up to it. In fact, his dick was more than feeling up to it in response to him feeling up her breasts. "I want to make love to you... I think we earned it," he murmured against her ear, and then teasingly lapped at her earlobe.
"But you're supposed to be--"
"Shhh," Mark cut in softly and captured her lips in a kiss over her shoulder to hush her. He had rested, and it wasn't like he was planning on pounding her into the mattress. They were still ultra-aware that Justin's sleep was erratic so they weren't about to get into any marathon fuck session if he could wake up at any minute and hear them at it. This was one of many small signs how his wife and his son had intervened on his bachelor manslut, casual sex lifestyle.
Gen rolled over onto her back then so she could get a better look at him, even if the room was dimmed right down and only lit by a stream of lighting coming into from the hall. They left the hall light on for Justin in case he woke up and their bedroom door open a crack to hear if he needed them. Mark let her cast an analytical eye over him for just a moment or two before he was offering her a trademark smirk and shifted to lie in between her legs. He pushed her tank top up and he dipped his head to wrap his lips around her nipple, tongue teasing it briefly before he kissed up over her chest and nuzzled the corner of her lips with his nose. Their kiss was slow and lethargic with only a bit of shifting and some expert hand action, Mark had her out of her silky PJ pants and raked his own boxers down over his hips.
He was soon back settling between we legs, which he nudged open a little more to get that hint more closer to her, and he entered her slowly, resting his forehead against hers. He sighed at the rush of sensations through him and then wet his lips before findings hers in another tender kiss. "I love you so fucking much," he breathed out into the kiss, their breath intermingling as they refamiliarised themselves with being entwined like this after such a long and painful break from it. He didn't know why he felt ready that night, or why he didn't want to wait to get them both completely naked. He just knew he missed her, he needed to feel her close, to be inside her, remember how amazing they could be together after everything they overcome as a team... and maybe ultimately, that was the part of being marriage he had come to love the most of all.