Great Big White World

Chapter 6 - The Golden Age of Grotesque

Chapter 6 - The Golden Age of Grotesque

{2003}

I smiled as I felt Marilyn’s fingers trailing lightly over my bare skin. I rolled over and snuggled into his chest, sliding my leg over his hip to pull myself closer to him. “Hi.” I murmured softly as his arms wrapped around me.

“Hey…” he replied just as softly, kissing my forehead gently. I shuddered as he ran his fingers lightly down my spine. Splaying his hand on my hip, he pulled me closer to him. He tilted my head back gently to look into my eyes. “Gorgeous…”

“You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” I smirked and snuggled back down into his chest. “What time is it?” I asked sleepily.

“About two thirty...in the morning…” he replied with a sigh.

“What are you doing in bed then, love?” I frowned a little. “Night time is when you are your most creative...what are you doing in bed with me?”

“Being creative.” Marilyn chuckled and rolled us gently so that he hovered above me. “Any objections?”

God...the sound of his voice… “None at all.” I smiled sweetly as I pulled him down for a tender kiss.

“Plus, you were too beautiful, laying there asleep, not to join you.” he murmured between kisses, his hand trailing slowly down my side. I blushed and he kissed me harder. “God, I love that.” he growled lowly as he began rocking against me gently, slowly dragging strangled, frustrated moans from my lips. He stopped suddenly and I mewled at the loss. As I looked into his eyes, I saw the look that meant he’d had an idea. “I have to write that down…” he frowned as he left the bed. He smiled at me from the doorway, “I’ll be back, don’t you dare go anywhere.”

As he vanished from sight I sighed. He’d be gone for an hour or two. Letting out a tired groan, I rolled over...and drifted back off to sleep...

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I groaned as I woke up again and peeked at the clock...4:20am. I looked around...no Marilyn. I slipped out of the bed and pulled one one of his longer shirts. I tip-toed downstairs and searched for Marilyn quietly. I found him kneeling on the floor over a fresh canvas, staring at the watercolor masterpiece he’d created.

I knelt down beside him and kissed his cheek. “Hey...you okay, honey?”

“Yeah…” he looked at my apparel and smirked. “Is that mine?”

“Yep.” I grinned back before sidling up closer to him, my voice low and sultry. “So...about your coming back to bed…”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh...I don’t think we’ll make it to the bed.” he smirked then glared at the phone as it rang loudly, spoiling our intimate moment. He answered it friendly enough though. “Hey...what’s up?” he asked quietly. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his shoulder, pointing to myself and then the stairs so he knew I was going back to bed. He kissed the tip of my nose and held up one finger to indicate he wouldn’t be long.

I nodded and went back up to our bedroom.

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