MM/OFC
Her love is his pain. It makes him feel in a way that he never intended. He sees everyone as mechanical. She sees everyone for who they really are. They're polar opposites but fit together like matching puzzle pieces. Follow along through the...
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I plant a series of kisses on Marilyn's face, watching his adorable nose scrunch up as he tries to cling to sleep. "Nope, not today, Mr. Anti-Christ. Time to get up."
"Grrrr," he grumbles, pulling me closer to him and rolling over to envelop me with his body. "Five more minutes."
I chuckle at his feeble attempt before playfully poking his side. "I told you not to go crazy last night."
"I told you not to go crazy last night," he echoes, still half-asleep, burying his face between my breasts. "You were just as wasted."
Now that's a blatant lie. "No, I wasn't. I started drinking water before midnight."
"That's cheating," he declares, launching into an attack on my sides with his fingers.
I scream with laughter, finally wriggling free from beneath him and straightening my clothes. "Come on, get up! You have a video to shoot today."
Marilyn lets out a long, exaggerated sigh but sits up, rubbing his eyes. "Alright, alright. I'm up."
I watch him stretch, admiring the way his muscles move under his pale skin. "Do you remember everything from last night?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
He gives me a lopsided grin. "Vaguely. I remember you dancing on the table and me singing terribly off-key."
I laugh, recalling the wild antics of the previous night. "Well, today is going to be a bit more structured. You ready for the shoot?"
He nods, though his expression turns a bit more serious. "Yeah, I just need to wake up fully. Thanks for being my human alarm clock."
"Anytime," I reply, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Now, let's get you some coffee. Even if you don't love it, you need it today."
As we make our way to the kitchen, I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety. Today is a big day for Marilyn, and I want everything to go perfectly. He may act nonchalant, but I know how much he cares about his work.
"How are you feeling about the video?" I ask as I hand him a steaming cup of tea.
He takes a sip, grimacing slightly at the temp. "I think it's going to be great. The concept is solid," he says giving me a wink, "and the director is talented."
I smile, touched by his words. "You'll do amazing, as always."
He sets the cup down and pulls me into a warm embrace. "Thanks, Char."
I rest my head against his chest, enjoying the moment of peace before the chaos of the day begins.
