Summary: You, turned on by Marc's badassery, are desperate for him, but you're still in the middle of escaping from some of Harrow's cult members. Looks like you've gotta get creative.
Rating/Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI, fighting, hand-to-hand combat, Marc being a badass, mild fear at the beginning, exhibitionism (nobody sees/hears/is aware), dirty talk, choking, dry humping
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You knew Marc was strong, but you never realized quite how strong until this moment.
He absolutely refused to let go of your wrist as he dragged you along behind him through the streets of Cairo, going top speed. While that gave you a nice view of his ass in those fine-ass jeans, you were wondering why the fuck he was quite literally fleeing with you. He rounded a corner, pulling you up a flight of old crumbling stairs to get to the roof of the nearest building, either not noticing or ignoring the fact that you could hardly breathe and clipped your shins several times on the steps in an effort to keep up with him. Once on the roof, he glanced around, looking for danger, before shoving you into some hanging laundry and behind a couple of crates.
"Marc," You gasped, "What... the hell... is going on...?!"
Marc was impatient as he made you sit, casting his dark eyes about for the nearest threat. "Harrow's men."
"Huh?"
"Harrow's men!" Marc huffed out, gripping you tightly by the shoulders as he crouched in front of you. "I don't know how they found us. But now I've gotta take care of them, which is really fucking hard to do when they've also got their eye on you." You pointed to your chest in surprise, too out of breath to speak properly. "Yeah. They know if they've got you..." You saw the fear in his dark chocolate eyes and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "Hide right here," Marc squeezed your hands tightly, trying to convey the seriousness of the moment. "Don't come out for anything unless I come to get you, understand? And if I don't come back-"
