THE 100 IMAGINES

[MK] About Time.

     There was a warmth that lingered in the air of your room in the bunker. It was paired with the heavy breathing of Marcus and yourself as you both laid side-by-side, looking up at the ceiling. You could still feel your heart thumping quickly in your chest, the adrenaline still coursing through your system. The thin sheets on the bed were bunched up slightly from where your hands gripped the material to cover your body, despite what happened moments before, while the sheets only covered the lower half of his body. Marcus glanced over at you and a smile formed on his face. The sheets shifted as he moved to lay on his side, propping his head up with his left hand while his right hand gently moved some of your hair, that had been stuck to the sweat that covered your body just like his, from your face. At his touch, a similar smile, one that he couldn't help but fall for months ago, appeared on your face as you turned your gaze towards him.

     "I believe that that look on your face is the reason why we're in this position in the first place," he commented, grinning to himself when a deep red colour flushed your cheeks, more so than they already were.

     "No, I believe that the looks you gave me four months ago started this."

     "Ah, yes, blame me," he replied cheekily.

     "I wouldn't necessarily use the word 'blame', nothing bad came out of it."

     Marcus laughed quietly and leaned closer to your face, pressing his lips against yours with closed eyes. Quickly responding to his affection, your own eyes closed as your hands released the sheets and, instead, cupped his face, pulling him closer than he already was, while deepening the kiss. He smiled again but refused to break the kiss as he shifted his body again, his right hand moved to the other side of your body, resting softly against your hip while his left kept him propped up, making sure to not apply too much of his own body's weight on top of yours. After months of longing looks from across the room, to the flirtatious comments, to the subtle moments of contact as your hands would gently graze one another's as you were near each other, you were finally together—where there would be no more hiding, especially around others.