[COMPLETE], [EDITED]
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No emotion, no weakness, no fear.
This is all Ava Jenkins needs to survive two years at The Agency after being torn from her family twice.
She's broken, but she puts herself back together. She's not afraid of anyth...
I wake up the next morning with a sore shoulder. Now why would that be? Oh right. We marked each other.
A giddy smile comes up to my face when I think of it. I'm so happy!
My mood, however, falls when I realized just what happened. Shit. I just let Adam mark me. And I'm still with boss. Shit. Shit. My whole life is falling apart. Fuck.
I look up and see Adam 'asleep'. I can hear his heart thumping faster and faster, as if anticipating something.
Good morning I say through the newly-created link.
Good morning, beautiful. I hear from his side, as a smile stretches across his face before turning to a frown. What's on your mind? He asks, clearly being able to read my feelings clearly, if not my thoughts.
I give him a small peck on the lips and get off, but he pulls me back, captivating me in a long, passionate one. I guess that works, too.
He finally pulled away. "What's up?" He asks. I giggle at his worry. "It's nothing." I lie.
We both got up and I put my top back on. Before that, I couldn't help but look in the bathroom mirror. The puncture marks of his canines had faded. All that was left now was the mark - a beautiful, crescent moon, with lines and dots raining down from it.
It has my mouth hanging open. It's so beautiful. How could I ever regret the marking? How could I ever regret this beautiful claim on my shoulder blade?
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(A/N just a reference as to what the mark looks like.)
I lightly touched it - it was beautiful. I turned around to see Adam. He was staring at the mark. "It's beautiful." He whispered. I nodded. I looked at his - it looked the same as mine. My guess - it probably signifies that we both are equals, and are mated to each other.
"Your mark looks perfect on me." Adam praises. "Yours is no less." I say, breathlessly.
His eyes darken. He's probably thinking about what happened last night. My cheeks redden and I look away pulling on my top. I give him his shirt and he puts it on as well.
I can't help the giddy smile on my face as I make my way downstairs. Everyone stops what they are doing and look at me. "Congratulations!" Emma squeals. I just smile.
"What?!" John makes his way to me, his eyes scrutinizing. "Stop being such a big brother, John!" I scold him. "Jeez! What is your problem if I'm marked?!"
He retreats, his eyes still scrutinizing the mark. I roll my eyes. He'll never stop. He doesn't have to play that 'big brother role', but for some reason, even though he doesn't actually feel that way, he does. I know for a fact that inside, he's happy for me, and that's all I want.
