Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 109

Blair POV

"God said, She wants her hair pulled, doors held open for her and he then said, Marshall, this looks like a job for you"

I rolled my eyes flicking through the magazine as Marshall continued to joke about his reasons for how we ended up together while we enjoyed side-by-side pedicures and massages.

He had said it was a surprise spa morning, he was gonna write but then turned up and joined me which was nice.

Out of our whole relationship, these were the raw moments I cherished and he knew it.

It could be as simple as letting me line up and shave his beard.

These moments we are our most vulnerable, especially when he does them, simply because his whole career he had to be the hard man, the mean one.

My favorite is when I do his beard, standing there between my thighs, he looks at peace.

"You're being ridiculous"

"Am I though? Is it that far from the truth?"

"You said you saw me across the crowd and claim it was love at first sight, do you even believe in love at first sight? You, Marshall Mathers, King of misogyny himself?"

"Do you think I'm gonna fucking lie about it?" He flips me off with his wedding finger "Look at this shit Blair, and tell me if I'm still fucking with you about it"

I giggle at his harsh reply.

"Ok, calm down Romeo, I know, save the sweet nothings for the bedroom"

He snorts at me and looks down at his feet "I've got some damn good feet"

"Don't I know it"

He looks at me and raises go eyebrow "You think so?"

I reply, giving a coy smile "You somehow have the most attractive ankles I've ever seen on a man, it's weird"

"You are weird though, so I would expect you to have weird kinks"

"Alright, quiz time, what are my favorite body parts?"

He bought his hand up and rubbed his beard and smirked "My jawline, you're crazy about it, if I were to shave my beard you would lose your mind"

"I'm not THAT bad"

He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow.

"You are, it's literally your favorite thing about me, you think I don't see you thinking about slipping with the razor so I gotta shave it all off"

"Seems like a waste if you ask me," I said in a huff  "You literally have the perfect jaw structure, and it makes me mad you hide it"

"Oh please, everyone got to see it the better half of 3 decades, I look sophisticated and wise now"

I snort "You damn well know you and sophisticated definitely do not belong in the same conversation, like ever"

"I am sophisticated bitch, I read the dictionary"

"I just can't with you sometimes," I say with a giggle as he gives me his famous grin while shifting in his seat.

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"I feel like you're still not really back to reality" Megan giggled as we stood, flicking through a rack of exclusively designed dresses that had been sent for her for the upcoming awards show

"I do think we are" I reply "well, I don't think we want to be"

We had been back from our honeymoon for over a week and it was hard to get out of the bubble we had formed on that beautiful island, much like the cabin, I didn't want to come back to the reality that I had to share the person I love with millions.

Megan gives me an apologetic look "I want to say one day you'll get used to it, but I don't like lying to you"

"I mean I'm partially used to it, well I like to pretend I am, I don't like to admit jealously and in this case, it's more redundant because how can you literally be jealous of the world," I said pulling a dress off the rack "it feels like a fever dream you know, even after all this time, I mean I know what happened, I was there, I remember walking down that isle but it's just like... I don't know"

"You absolutely can, your feelings are valid B," Megan said with a small smile "Babes, you literally married one of the world's notoriously eternal bachelors... who wouldn't feel like it was a fever dream, your whole relationship is built on something special, not everyone gets to meet their soulmate this early on in life, of course, it would feel surreal"

"You're right," I say as I hold a Mugler see-through gown up to myself in the mirror.

"That would look amazing on you, you have to take it!"

"Marshall would have a stroke," I said holding it in front of me "Okay sold, I'm gonna wear it to the awards"

"You do love testing that man don't you"

"Keeps him young" I giggle "You know what's funny about just walking up to a designer rack and picking a dress out of it for free"

"What's that?

"The fact that less than 2 years ago, I was struggling to afford and buy a five hundred dollar designer dress, then tucking the tag when I wore it so I could return it," I said with a smile and a sign "in fact the first stupid thing Marshall did was accidentally spill his red bull on one of those dresses"

"And it was meant to be, now he can spend a lifetime buying you designer dresses that you don't have to tuck and return," Meagan said with a laugh.

"He prefers me not to wear clothes so he won't be buying me any" I say as I roll my eyes, flicking through the rack again "Definitely this dress for you"

"Can't say I blame him, he definitely worships you" She said with a coy smile taking the dress and looking at it thoughtfully.

"I have to say I'm so happy he's finally proposed to you, you both deserve to be happy, I was starting to get worried he would never move on"

"I wouldn't want anyone else to share my life with" Megan sighed happily "I would never harbor any resentment to the love he holds for you"

"You're a better woman than me, that's for sure, I'm far too petty to share like that"

I look at my watch and realize we had run over on time.

My phone vibrated across the coffee table, I pick it up.

M.
Where are you satan? I'm sitting here holding my dick looking like I've been stood up on a date.

Me.
I'm coming, sorry I wasn't watching the time, I'll be there soon.

"I gotta go, I didn't realize I was running on LA time, I was meant to meet Marshall 30 minutes ago," I say as I hug Megan, grab my bag, and almost break my ankle as I run out the front door.

"BYE-"

The door slams as I hear her yell, with humor in her voice behind me.

Starting the car hastily reverse out of her driveway and start to gun it in the direction of the place I was meant to meet Marshall.

Let's hope he's already ordered my entrees.