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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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summary: person a and person b are forced to share a bed, person a is a bed hog and person b gets cold...

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader

warnings: FLUFF & a tad bit of angst. that's it. bestfriends! to lovers also :) a little bit of a sexual reference too SNFKJSDNF

word count: 2.1k

authors note: more fluff because im still thinkin' about episode 5 :'( so this is to cheer everyone up!! there's not a lot of marc fluff as there is smut so that's why i keep writing for him :( i need to write for steven too tho, i need my boy :(

I HAD TO REPOST THIS BC TUMBLR IS SO FKN ANNOYING W/ THE TAGS NOW.

"Marc, I'm seriously not mad at you anymore." you huff, okay, so you were still a little annoyed that he ran off to Cairo without you. You helped him every single time. You were his informant, his partner in crime.

He pouts, "'M still sorry, okay? I shouldn't have done it... I dunno why I'm even here. I just needed to get away."

You and Marc were driving in the Jeep, on the way to Marc's hotel. You'd be staying with him, he called you to come to Cairo and you came running. He's your best friend, of course you'd come running. He told you he couldn't say much over the phone, but it's not like there was much to talk about.

"...Marc." You say stern, keeping your hand on the wheel. You eye him for a moment as his head is pressed against the window, staring into the mirror.

He sighs, "The guy got away... everyday I think I'm closer and closer to finding this fucking scarab, get to it before Harrow can," He turns to face you, "and every time I feel like I take two steps back in the opposite direction."

You kept your eyes on the road but Marc could sense how sorry you were as you turned down the radio. By the time you'd done this, you'd reached Marc's hotel.

"You really splurged on this place." you said quietly, noticing how nice it was.

Marc shrugs, "I slept in a motel last night and booked a proper room for us... I just wanted to feel normal for the night." He widens his eyes, "Two beds, by the way." He feels the need to clarify.

You nod, "We can do normal," You try to stifle a laugh.

"What?" He questions you, a toying smile.

"It's just hard to imagine normal when you have a pigeon skull over your shoulder at all times."

"HEy!" He laughs, "Don't let Khonsu hear you."

The two of you make it into the room, you drop your duffle bag onto the floor and immediately, the two of you see the problem, you turn to Marc, eyebrows raised, "Thought you said two."

"They must've misheard me." He groans, "Fuck!" He hits the wall next to him and anger and you jump a little, but place a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Marc... Marc... it's okay. It's not like we haven't shared a fuckin' bed before." You roll your eyes.

Except, now it's different. The two of you are here by choice. The two of you have nothing to stop the tension that'll build.

You'd always had a crush on Marc. From the day you met him you thought he was too attractive. He was a mercenary and you were a girl who knew a lot of people - you grew up around those sorts of things. You helped Marc out a couple times and soon became his main informant.

You were also an archeologist, so you knew a lot about Egyptology, and all sorts of ancient histories that were beyond Marc's knowledge. Soon, you started to help him on his missions and the two of you were getting closer and closer. Meetings weren't meetings anymore and most times he'd just come into your house with the spare key you'd given him. You'd do the same.

Marc started having feelings for you when you began to get closer to him. At first, he treated it as it was. Business.

But one day, you hugged him. That was the day he fell for you. When you were holding him in your arms after getting excited about a mission that'd take place in Cairo, where the two of you would be able to enter an actual tomb. The smile on your face was so big it beamed like the sun.

"Are you sure?" He questions you softly.

"Yes." You laugh, "I'm sure. Now, we're both tired so, let's just get some rest, we've got like three days here."

He nods, "That's good, yeah... sleep, rest."

"...and a shower." You bite your lip.

"That bad?" He questions you and you nod a little. Marc rolls his eyes, "I'll be a few minutes."

He opens his bag and takes out his boxers.

Guess that's how he sleeps, practically half-naked... it didn't bother you. It just made you nervous. I mean, you were the same. Your pyjamas were nothing more than a pair of booty shorts and a tiny tank top.

You sit in bed reading a book, waiting for Marc to walk out of his shower. You took one before you got on the plane a few hours ago, so you opted to take one the next morning instead. You were kinda nervous to sleep in the same bed. This bed was big too, and you were a mover, a bed hog, most would say. Every time you and Marc had slept in the same bed, you had at least kicked him once during the night, for which he'd tease you about the next day. Otherwise, the two of you had seperate beds every time.

It pained both of you to sleep so far apart from each other, not only because you harboured feelings, but because it just felt nice to have someone to sleep next to. To know that someone lays beside you with every intention of loving you, platonically or romantically. You knew you weren't alone.

Your bedroom is probably the loneliest place you can be. All alone, sitting in there for hours on end. Sometimes the house can be even lonelier, filled with people or not. A person next to you would just be... nice.

Marc comes out of the bathroom, the steam pours from the door as he dries his wet hair with the towel. He's only wearing his boxers as predicted. Your eyes gloss over his body, you're a bit shocked honestly. Now he's not got abs or anything like that, in reality, who gives a flying fuck about those things? His body is so utterly perfect, his pecks are defined on his chest, lines shaping them, and his collarbones are deeply engraved, his bones show a little when he dries his hair, and his chest is clean shaven, so perfectly shown off. Smooth and glossy underneath the lamp's light. He turns around quickly to throw the towel back into the bathroom, and the way his back is just as beautiful, his shoulder blades just as defined as his collar bones, and his arms are strong and they have muscle to them.

Marc's turned around and he's caught you ogling at him, but he doesn't think that's it at all, "Shit," He sighs, "Do you want me to put a shirt on or something?... I just, it was a reflex, I usually sleep like this." He speaks a perfectly rational explanation for why he's shirtless in front of you.

"No." You shake your head, "It's fine. As long as you're not naked... then we might have a slight problem." You chuckle.

oh but I wish you were. Was the only thought that went through your head.

Marc laughs at your joke, but speaks again, "You sure?" He questions.

You can only nod this time, giving him more reassurance, "I'm sure, Marc. Now let's get some rest. You need it... I need it."

He nods, joining you underneath the covers, you've untucked it from the bed and thrown that weird uncomfortable sheet that slithers its way into every hotel, onto the floor.

You turn off the lamp that resides next to you on the bedside table, setting down your book and plugging in your phone. Marc's doing the same on the other side until both of you are in the complete darkness of the bedroom.

The silence isn't uncomfortable, nor is it comfortable. It's that middle ground where you're unsure of what to say, but at the same time it's better not to say anything at all... so neither of you do.

Your backs are turned to each other and you fall asleep like that. Both of you sharing the blanket, sleeping softly on the pillows underneath your head. As you drift off, you think about the comfort of the pillows and the mattress. How nice the room is with the royal blue curtains and the white walls. The TV that sits across from the bed, that you're one hundred percent sure will not be turned on the rest of the time you're here.

But you finally fall asleep thinking about how Marc's next to you. How you're not actually alone tonight.

Marc huffs as he wakes up, he's fucking freezing. God, he went to bed so warm. The buzz of the air-con isn't existent and the windows are closed. So when he wakes up to find the blanket ripped off of his body he realises why. You've taken it.

Sure, you'd kicked him before, but you never got too close or stole a blanket. There was almost never enough room for that to happen. But now there was. You had stolen the blanket... and as Marc tries to sit up apparently ninety-six percent of the space as well.

He debates letting you sleep and just dealing with it. You look so peaceful, and all he wants to do is cuddle up next to you. Your face is squished a little against the pillow, and the blanket is pulled up to your neck. But Marc also knows that he won't be able to fall asleep on the edge of the bed without even a sliver of blanket to keep him somewhat warm.

"Y/n..." He whispers carefully, shaking you softly. You stir a little bit, but don't seem to wake, you were usually a light sleeper, "Y/n..." He shakes you a little more intensly.

This time you wake up, sitting up carefully, looking around the room, a soft moan escaping your closed mouth, "What's wrong, Marc?" You question as you rub your eyes.

As the room finally comes to focus, with the soft light of the moon glowing into the room, you can finally see the predicament you've put the both of you in.

"Ohmygod," You mutter softly, still a bit frazzled from being woken up, "I'm so sorry, Marc."

"No, no, no," He shakes his head, "It's okay. I just didn't want to push you or steal anything back and wake you up like that."

You chuckle, "It would've been fine."

Marc goes through his next few words in his head, trying to wrack for something, but he can't seem to find the words, and when he does say it. You've probably never heard his voice more earnest and soft. So careful and scared. It makes you want to melt and you can't refuse his offer because every instinct in your body is telling you to accept it. You've never seen him like this before. So soft.

"Maybe we could..." He struggles to spit it out, "Cuddle?" His voice is the carefullest in this moment, when he says that final word, but he returns back to his regular demeanour in an instant, "Or some shit like that I dunno, would probably help us share the blanket."

You try to bite back a smile, but you can't help it. Marc's looking up at you as you do so. He doesn't know why you sat up, but the rays of the moonlight shine behind you and make you look like an absolute angel.

"I would like that..." you smile, "a lot." you add in haste, before lying down just as quick. Not wanting to waste anymore time.

Marc's arm finds its way around you as he pulls you closer, your back touching his chest and both of your breaths hitch against the air at the contact. Yours at Marcs particularly cold skin. Marc's cheeks start to flush. He's never felt this vulnerable around you. He's never really acted this way before... shy and timid. But you make his heart do back flips. You make his stomach swirl with happiness and warmth.

That's why his next words are just as soft as before, "I'm in love with you." He whispers, he's not sure if you're asleep or not. He doesn't really care if you heard it or not. He just needed to tell you.

Your eyes go wide for a quick moment before giving yourself a second to actually breathe, all you can do is smile tho and press a soft kiss to his arm, "I'm in love with you too, Marc."

Marc pulls you closer, if that's even possible. He wants to flip you over. Kiss you. Kiss your neck. Love you.

"We can talk about it more tomorrow," you sigh content against his body, "But right now, I'm very tired."

He does the best he can and kisses the top of your head. The blanket covering you both in a layer of warmth that matches the flush of both your bodies pressed together.

"Goodnight, Princess." He whispers, and you're out like a light.

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