Willow in the Woods: Guarding the Willow

Chapter 13

Marcus

It was Tuesday morning and Marcus had been awake since just before dawn. He hadn't moved an inch in the last hour. Mostly because Willow had somehow got loose of his hold while he slept and was now curled up on his chest. Though, he probably shouldn't have, he allowed Willow to lay there for a while. She had gone through a lot last night. And though Marcus had done his best not to intrude, he had felt her pain and anguish pouring through their connection and into him. He had read her surface thoughts only long enough to understand she wasn't in danger, she was simply mourning the loss of her dear friend. When everything had calmed down he decided to check in on her. He had found her asleep, sitting on the side of the bed, with the wall holding up her freezing little body. At first he had considered putting her to bed and changing into Thorn to keep her warm. But as he got closer, the smell was over powering from the days work. He knew, as Thorn, he would never get any sleep with that lingering aroma.

Marcus turned to plan B. His plan had given her an outlet for her anger, then it helped her to smile and laugh again.... What he hadn't expected was the lust and passion it also brought out. Resisting her had been more than a little difficult. She tasted and felt so good. He knew it was only a distraction that she was really wanting. Not him. That made it a little easier to pull away, and this time he did his best to be sensitive about it.  She was human, after all. She was in pain, and she hadn't been in her right state of mind. He was no angel, himself. He'd done things he had regretted out of rage or sadness or pain. It happened.

Marcus heard someone on the steps outside of the door. The heavy footsteps sounded like Dorian's. So Marcus whispered quietly. "Everything ok?"

The footsteps stopped. "Ya." Marcus heard back. "I thought Willow might get hungry after.... Well.... We all heard. So I told Syl what had happened, and she made some homemade chicken noodle soup. She also sent crackers and more juice. Do you want me to leave it out here?" Dorian asked in a hushed whispers.

Marcus thought about it. He couldn't exactly get up at the moment. A part of him didn't really want to anyway. And out there, the food would get colder than in the room. "Nah. Come on in. I just want to say though, that I am in fact wearing night pants."

Dorian lightly chuckled as he opened the door and still whispering he said " ha. Where did you find night pants? I know you don't own...."

Marcus had pulled back the covers off of one of his legs and had lifted it into the air revealing Pepe Le Pew black and red pajama bottoms with big red hearts all over.

Dorian sat the tray down a little noisier than he intended, causing Willow to stir in her sleep. " Those we're a gift from Drew for father's Day! How dare you steel my Pepè!"

Dorian noticed that Marcus was bitting his lower lip in extreme amounts of pain. For a second  Dorian was perplexed. He walked around the bed to see Marcus more clearly. He finally noticed that in Willow's sleep, she had put Marcus in a nipple death grip.

Marcus was in agony, as he tried to gently but swiftly pull her hand away. Dorian was dying from laughter as quietly as he could be.

Willow mumbled something inaudible as she nuzzled her head deeper into Marcus's chest. It would have been cute if she wasn't, once again, causing him extreme amounts of pain! This girl was going to be the death of him.

Just when Marcus couldn't take it anymore and had grabbed his pillow to beat her awake with, Dorian walked over and quietly whispered "Here brother, let me help." His massive black hand enveloped Willows tiny pale one. "Sometimes you just gotta rip it off like a band aid." Dorian  quickly 'helped' yank her hand away leaving Marcus to grab his chest and role out from under her onto the floor.