Enemies On The Mission [b.barnes]

Part 29 - Home

Marcella's POV

It's been two and a half weeks since James woke up. I've stayed at the hospital with him, I slept in the same bed as him after he wouldn't stop hassling me about it. I was scared I'd roll over and hurt him while I was asleep but he told me I wouldn't and he didn't care.

I may or may not have locked the doors most nights so we could fool around.

The doctor has cleared him to go home today.

Home.

Me and James bought the house. He was allowed to go see it with me one day, he had to use a wheelchair though.

He wasn't happy about that, said he was fine and could walk. I forced him to use it.

The house is beautiful, it's spacious but not too big. It's two stories with a nutral interior and lots of plants. It has big windows with an amazing view of the sea.

It's my dream house honestly, but the thing that makes it feel like my home is that I get to stay there with James.

He is my home.

"I hate this fucking thing," he says as I wheel him down the hospital halls.

Fury took all out stuff we had at his house and in the hospital and put it in the car for us.

So the only thing for me to do is wheel James down the halls like I'm in a F1 race.

"I don't care. It helps you not get hurt and I enjoy scaring the old people when I go whizzing past them with you in it."

"You're fucking crazy," he says.

"But you love me," I say happily, we reach the exit and I basically let him free fall down the wheelchair ramp.

"I do, unfortunately."

I gently slap him on the cheek, "you're an asshole."

"But you love me," he says mocking me.

I put on the deepest voice I can and lean down so my face is upside down infront of his, "I do, unfortunately," I mock him.

"Don't mock me, brat," he says.

"Or what?" I smirk.

"I might be hurt but I'll still fuck you until you can't walk for days," he says.

I take my head back up then put my lips to the back of his ear, "I look forward to it, sir," I whisper.

"You're such a little shit," he says adjusting himself. I giggle and push him over to Fury's car.

He told me I could work for him full time, he said he's been trying to get me to do it for years anyway.

He also said that if he had any big, two man jobs, me and James could do it together. That means we'll be able to travel together and won't be by ourselves for long periods of time.

Fury helps James get in the passenger side and I fold up the wheelchair and take it in the back with me.

We talk as we drive to our new home, Fury slips us off and helps take out stuff inside before he says he'll leave us to it and he'd visit soon.

Me and James cuddle up on the couch and watch the waves, "I can't wait to fuck you on every piece of furniture in here," he says randomly, looking at my lips then back to my eyes. I feel my cheeks heat up and James smirks at me, "Its cute when you blush baby."

"Shut up," I say hiding my face in his chest and moving impossibly closer.

"Fuck i love you so much," James whispers. My cheeks heat up even more and I know he can feel it because he chuckles slightly.

Asshole.

"I love you," I mumble into his chest.

After a while we switch around and James lays his head on my chest, his dark hair hiding most of his face from me. I reach down and play with it, scratching his scalp.

He groans happily and hugs me tighter. "If anyone who wants you dead could see you now they'd probably take pity on you and keep you alive," I say smiling slightly.

"Good, then I can stay with you," he grumbles.

We lay on the couch cuddling for a while and talking about random shit, then he sits on a chair facing the kitchen as I make us food.

I plate it up and then help him to the couch and we eat as we watch the TV.

We finish eating and finish the show we were watching. "Do you want to come shower with me?" I ask him after putting our plates away. He cheakily smirks at me. Ugh. "We're not having sex James. You have to stand up in the shower," I say sternly.

He rolls his eyes at me and looks away but I see a smile trying to escape his lips, "Fine, I'll shower with you," he says.

"Fine, I'll shower with you," I say in a deep voice mocking him for the 2nd time today.

My goal is to get to 5 before he does something about it.

I take the wheelchair over to him and he sits in it then I speed him to the bathroom. "You have way to much fun doing that," James says to me once I stop outside the shower.

"I would say I have the perfect amount of fun thank you very much."

"You're a brat."

"It turns me on when you call me that," I say then pull off his t shirt.

"Maybe if I say it more you'll let me take you in the shower." He licks his lips as I take off my top and jeans, exposing my underwear.

"When you're better you can fuck me in the shower all you want," I lean down and kiss him until he groans and pulls away.

"You're making me hard, love."

"Well too bad baby, you're just going to have to deal with it," I say. His expression changes slightly and a small smile takes over his face as he stares at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You've never called me that before," he says.

"I've not?"

He shakes his head.

"Do you like it?" I ask.

He nods and pulls me down to hug him, my knees straddling him. I kiss his cheek then we both strip down and get in the shower.

I help him wash and stand properly and he insists on shampooing my hair for me. He scrubs it in gently and I rinse it out under the water.

Once we're done we both get out and dry ourselves before we watch TV, bake and talk.

It's night time now and we both get under the covers of our new, shared bed. James's on his back and I lay my head on his chest, he wraps an arm around me and pulls me as close as possible.

"Goodnight doll," he whispers kissing my forehead.

"Goodnight. I love you," I mumble.

"I love you too," James says before we both fall asleep.