Mark pulled me up to our room ad soon as we stepped through the front door, and roughly pulled off my clothes. I smiled. "Oho, someone's eager."
He stayed silent, his face shadowed in the dark room. He pushed me forcefully down onto the bed.
"So what do you want to do to me puppy?" I chuckled, fully ready to submit to my husband.
Mark stripped, and fell onto the bed, his chest on mine, burying his face in the nape of my neck, running a hand through my hair.
"Mark?"
My husband burst into silent tears, as I pulled the covers over his back.
"Baby! Oh god... Mark what's wrong?"
"The concert... I just..." He choked out. "It brought so many memories and I just miss him so much..."
I sighed, nuzzling into him. "I miss him too, puppy... I miss him too... but thats why I did it. I needed closure, and it just felt so right."
"How can you just forget about him!?" He sobbed.
"No! I havent forgotten! I've moved on to the final stage of grief, yes. I've accepted that he's gone. Does that mean I have to be okay with it? Absolutely not. But I have to enjoy what I have, and enjoy his life. Not dwell on his end. And what have is a wonderful family, two amazing kids, two dogs, a cat, and a perfect husband. I can't let his death erase all the wonderful parts of his life, and our family."
Mark rolled off me, and pulled me to face him, resting a hand on my cheek. He smiled, and I put put a hand to wipe away his tears. "I get it... I do." He sniffled. "I guess... its just gonna take me a little longer than it took you."
"You did share a more profound bond." I said.
"Did you just Castiel me?"
"Maaaybe?"
He smiled. "I hate you."
"There's that smile! And you love me."
"Just a little..." I started to get up to get him a glass of water, and he pulled at me desperately.
"No please stay."
"I'm getting you some water, puppy." I kissed him lightly. "I'll be right back."
"Okay..." Mark stared up at me with his beautiful chocolate eyes.
I pulled on some pants, and walked downstairs. I filled up glass, and drank it, before refilling it, and starting back up the stairs.
I opened the door to our room, and whispered his name.
Mark was asleep, clutching my pillow to him, his face buried in it's softness. I set the water down, and gently replaced myself with the pillow, trying not to wake him. I got settled, and he blinked awake.
Mark smiled, nuzzling closer, and shutting his eyes again.
I followed his lead, and held him close, letting sleep carry me away.
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Teacher's Secrets
FanfictionSean William McLoughlin is the band teacher at Los Angeles Highschool. He wears a ring on his left ring finger. But he was never seen as the marrying type. He's the kind of teacher the students fantasize over. Cute, young, smart, nerdy. But that rin...
