Ode to Remedy

Act VII

Markus blinked awake. He lay propped against a headboard, a cushion separating him and the wooden embellishments that stood proudly behind him. He sunk into the pillow, easing the ache in his weary joints. He lowered his gaze and ran his fingers over the silken comforter that surrounded him. It messily swirled around him, as if it were swallowing him whole. Pain gnawed at his head and sent a shrill down his throat, threatening his stomach.

He leant forward and squeezed his eyes shut once more in a desperate attempt to keep himself together. Where was he? He hoped to God it was his apartment. A sudden cool breeze blew against the skin of his chest. Startled, he jolted awake. His heart melted when his eyes focused on Ocean, who stood gazing out a large window, holding her weight on the windowsill that she had just opened. Had she dragged his unconscious body to her room? Her fair skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the room, mostly because she beared nothing but a lacy set of lingerie. Markus only stared. He feared that if he made any movements, he would alert her, and she would know that he had awoken. His eyes shot down to himself, only to be met with his own bare skin. Did she take off his damn shirt?

He straightened, pushing himself upwards. Ocean shot a glance over her shoulder. Her delicate lips curled into a smile the moment she met his eyes.
"Did you sleep well?" She asked, turning to step towards him.

He sat up. "What time is it?" He could only ask, his voice cracking just as it left his lips.

"You haven't been out for long," She reassured.

Markus's blurry eyes trailed after each one of her approaching steps. Everything in his body told him to protest, but he could only manage a groan. Ocean giggled and took his nagging head in her soft palms and pressed his face into her. He growled and pushed her away, though his head felt terribly heavy upon his shoulders. He felt as if it was some sort of outer body experience. His legs didn't work as he told them. Neither did his hands. Somewhere, he knew his brain was sending hastened, frightened signals, commanding his parts what to do, though, his body seemed to be obeying something different. He only prayed that whatever was holding him back from escaping her was the poisoned drink, not his own urges.

Ocean let out a soft hum, as if he had just hurt her. Markus didn't care. He just wanted to be home.
"Don't do that to me, darling." She said, rather sternly.

Markus pushed himself backwards farther back on the bed, just as Ocean slipped on top of it with him. Her bronze skin seemed to radiate in the leaden light of the room as she slid closer. Markus's heart thrummed like the beating wings of a caged bird inside his chest. She had the curves of an hourglass. Her muscular legs reached up to her enticingly flaring hips, and her waist dipped in delicately. He squeezed his eyes shut before he observed her upwards any further. He felt his own temperature rise, and he hated himself for it. He was helpless, and he fucking hated himself for it. He jumped when he felt her fingers on his chin. He looked up, only to see her overtop of him, her exposed chest nearly pressed against his own.

"Why me, Ocean?" He whispered, his slurred words overwrought.

Ocean paused for a moment, then her blue eyes lowered. The music of the party downstairs continued to shake the house, but was muffled from the room they bided in. Her hand trailed from his chin, to his throat, down to his chest. His skin seemed to burn wherever she came in contact.

"Because," She spoke at last, her voice hardly discernible. "I've seen many men in my day, Markus, and I have never seen anyone as memorable as you."

Markus blinked, taking a moment to process. "Lies," he managed, before dark corners of his eyes advanced to his vision once more.

Ocean hummed, before straightening his lolling head upright. "Perhaps. Some in life speak truth. It's only up for interpretation that deems it a lie or not."

"Crazy bitch," He began to laugh, the intoxications beginning to take over his mind again. "You just lied to me a minute ago about the dad thing. What truths do you tell?"

"Oh, Mark," She began to giggle just as he did, his head drunkenly lolling to the side once more. A sad smile then replaced the one plastered on her face. "If only they were lies. Nevermind that, I hope you don't bother if I change the subject? I'm not terribly fond of recalling such things."

Before Markus could open his mouth to respond, Ocean fell upon him, the lips she had smiled with oh-so innocently before began to kiss the skin of his neck passionately. Markus's head fell back onto the pillow, guilt ripping through his body. Couldn't he fight her a little harder?

Ocean progressed, arching her back as she sat up to loom over him. Her hands trailed down the shape of his body, and advanced lower. Markus shut his eyes, refusing to watch her. Everything progressed as a blur to him. He remained with his eyes closed for most of the night, only forced to hear the sounds and feel Ocean graze against his skin. In those moments, he wished every one of his senses would fail so he wouldn't have to bare it any longer. He wished to be home.