||A Christmas Carol Scrooge x Marley||

01 - The Begining

-3rd person-
It was a late nate to start. Scrooge was up late, working in his office, Marley was down the hall doing his work too. Scrooge scribbled down on his paper and Marley looked up. He quickly looked down however when he saw Scrooge's face. He blushed slightly. Scrooge looked so beautiful under the candle light. Marleys stomach fluttered as he stared down at his work. Scrooge lay his head back on his chair a sighed deeply. His hands ached. He had been writing for hours and was tired. Scrooge looked towards Marley, he had his head down. Scrooge smiled a small amount as Marleys face was red and freckles were over his face.
"I'm done with my work I'm going home." Said Scrooge
"Okay." Marley replied blankly. Scrooge grabbed his coat and put it over him and left the building. He walked home slowly. He didn't want to go home. He wanted to be with Marley. Scrooge's face reddened as he thought of Marleys face, his soft skin, how warm he was. Thats all Scrooge could ever want. He wanted Marley.

-Marley's Pov-
Scrooge left. I was disappointed. I wanted for him to stay longer, I wanted to tell him how I felt. My stomach ached and I wanted to go after him, tell him that I love him, but i couldn't bring myself to do it. I finished my work quickly  so I could go after him, maybe get to his house. After I had finished my work, it was pitch black outside, I could barely see. I decided i should simply stay the night, as I would just get lost anyways.

-Scrooge's Pov-
I had gotten home, I thought if I should eat something or not. I decided that I should and I got the soup that I hadn't finished last night onto the stove and heated it up. While waiting for it to heat up, I sat in the living room at my favourite chair. I felt alone. My house was really big and it felt so empty. Maybe if Marley was here. Marley remained on my mind. I wanted him to hold me, to have his fingers run through my hair, to have him cuddle me. While I was thinking of Marley, my soup had boiled. I got up slowly and walked my way over to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl and grabbed a spoon. My head spun slightly, I felt tired. My mind was on Marley. I had barely had any of the soup I had poured out before I went to bed. I crawled into bed and curled up againts one of my pillows. I wanted that pillow to be Marley. I have to get him out of my head, but it was impossible. Just the look of his face made me have butterflies. While drowning in my thoughts I had drifted of to sleep.
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