Waking up next to her was sort of a luxury these days, so he took the time to cherish it. He smiled down at her sleeping face that was currently resting softly against the skin of her chest. Her long brown hair was laid across his upper arm and every time she moved her head to find a more comfortable spot, a whiff of her shampoo found its way to his nose. 'Home', he thought to himself, 'She smells like home'.
The stark contrast between them had always made people look twice at the couple. Him with blonde hair and striking blue eyes, the complete 180 of her dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He had completely virgin skin, no ink or piercings of any kind, Y/N, on the other hand, was a walking work of at.
He ran his fingers tips up her forearm slowly tracing the tattoo of a mermaid she had there. He had seen her inked skin more times then he could ever count, but he would always look at the colors in wonder, as if he had just seen them for the first time. She stirred gently against him, letting out a soft half moan and he could feel her nails gently scratching just under his belly button. 'She's awake' he thought.
"Marcus, stop starring", She said, with her eyes still closed. He felt the goosebumps raise on her arm under his fingers tips and she shivered gently against him when those goosebumps turned into the chills. She swatted his chest gently and finally moved her head to look up at him.
"Voyeurism is not a crime, but that does not mean it isn't frowned upon" Y/N said with a husky, sleep ridden voice, causing him to chuckle and move some of her hair out of her face.
"Im sorry käraste, I don't get moments like these too often. I was just taking advantage" He said before leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Besides, when you are resting is about the only time you are quiet" He said in jest. Her head shot up with her mouth open and she swatted his bicep before laughing softly.
"Being a Swedish God does not give you permission to take jabs at your fiancé, Ericcson!" He laughed softly and rubbed his arm, pouting at her pathetically. She rolled her eyes at him as she sat up to stretch letting the sheet fall from her upper body. "You'll get no sympathy from me, Viking boy"
"No need...I am getting all the apology I could ever need" He said with his eyes glued to her naked chest with his eyebrows raised. "Perv" She stated simply, smirking down at him before moving to straddle just the tops of his thighs. She sighed softly when his hands found their way to her soft hips, gently caressing the skin peaking out over the lace of her panties.
"You're so beautiful." He said while he looked over her colorful body. There was no lust or desire in his eyes, just love and adoration. This woman was his goddess and there would never be another one like her in his world. Her hands were planted flat on his abdomen and she drew small circles on his skin. "I know we made a deal...our dreams come first" She said when she finally picked up her head to look him in the eyes. "But when you are gone...it's like I can't fully breathe"
His heart broke a little in that moment and in one swift move he was sitting up and wrapping his arms around her neck and bringing her close to him. "I know...please believe me when I say I know how you feel" He said, stroking her chocolate brown hair, letting strands up of get tangled in his fingers as he did. He nuzzled his nose against her neck, breathing in the scent of her and sighing against her skin.
"When I gave you this ring, it wasn't just a proposal, it was a promise." He said before he grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart, letting her feel the steady beats. "A promise that this beats to your rhythm, and your rhythm only, for the rest of my life" He said looking directly into her eyes when he said this. Tears formed on the edges of her eyes and she smiled softly through them.
"We are apart a lot now, I know, but our love is worth it. Let our love breathe for you." He said, just barely above a whisper. She nodded before leaning forward to gently kiss his full lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his neck. "I love you, Marcus" She said with every confidence.
"I know, Y/N, what's not too love" he said with a smirk and a soft chuckle. She sat back with an evil grin on her face and pushed him back down. "You're so gonna get it for that" she said before attacking him.
"And that, my little älskling, is the story about how you came to be. Good thing your papa has a smart mouth, huh?" He asks the beautiful blue eyed, brown haired baby girl in his arms. Y/N lets out a laugh from where she leans against the nursery door jam before walking fully into the room. She wraps her arms around Marcus from the side and smiles down at their 6 month old daughter. "Enjoy telling that bedtime story now, because that is not something you will be telling Luna when she is older" Y/N says with a laugh. "Although I do love that story" she says looking up at those crystal blue eyes.
Marcus leans down gently kissing her lips and little Luna coos softly, reaching up for her father's nose. "We could always start working on the sequel to that story" He says before gently placing his yawning daughter in her crib. He wiggles his eyebrows at Y/N, causing her to laugh loudly. "Why don't we wait until Luna can walk at least, before we start worrying about adding another Ericcson to the brood" Marcus pouts at her words before grinning slowly like an animal stalking his prey. Y/N quirks her head at him and lets out a squeal as her throws her over his shoulder and carries her out of the room.
"That doesn't mean we can't start brainstorming..." He says, swatting her backside as he enters their room.
*Just a little something I have had in my head for a bit. Well...just the first couple of sentences. There rest I just let happen as I typed. I needed something to motivate me because I haven't felt like writing much Lately. I hope you like it. Marcus needed a little love and fluff.*
~Gates
