Savage Love || An Eminem Fanfiction

Chapter 53

Blairs POV

Your Song - Rita Ora

I woke up feeling like my skull had been used as a drum set. The moment I shifted, my head pulsed with the reminder that I'd tried to drink my weight in Jack Daniels last night. Genius move.

I blinked my eyes open, taking in my surroundings, and there was Marshall, fast asleep next to me, one arm wrapped around my waist. The mix of colognes hit me—his, and then something vaguely familiar. And then it all came rushing back.

Colson's ruined shirt, tear-streaked as I'd cried into it. Colson actually sticking up for Marshall, then Marshall showing up, and the two of them in the same room not tearing each other apart. Oh, and the part where Marshall said he loved me. Right in front of Colson.

My life could officially win an award for "Most Absurd Drama."

Marshall shifted beside me, cracking an eye open. When he spotted me watching him, a lazy smirk crossed his face.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, his voice low and rough.

"Ugh. Don't talk to me," I groaned, pressing a hand to my temple. "My head feels like I got steamrolled."

He chuckled, stretching out, the sheets slipping low on his waist. "Well, when you drink the entire supply of Jack Daniels, that's what you get."

"Great, glad I have you here to remind me," I muttered, trying to untangle myself from his arm. But his grip tightened, a playful glint in his eyes.

"You trying to escape already?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

"Trying to avoid a situation where I end up with more regrets than I already have," I shot back, giving him a look.

He sighed but released me, and I slid out of bed, stumbling into the bathroom. One glance in the mirror was all it took to realize I looked like I'd been through a hurricane. I splashed some water on my face and took a deep breath. I'd just have to face him with all the remaining dignity I could scrape together.

When I walked back out, he was sitting up, looking way too amused for my liking. "Took you long enough. You forget how mirrors work?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Yeah, yeah, keep talking and I'll use your Kangol hat to clean up next time."

He laughed, then patted the spot beside him. "Alright, come here. We actually need to talk."

"Oh, we're being serious?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I sat down next to him.

"Dead serious, baby." His expression softened, his hand reaching up to brush a stray hair out of my face. "I meant what I said last night. No more backup plans, no more distractions. I've cut everyone else out, including Anna. That's what I was doing last night, but you... kinda got the wrong idea."

I blinked, feeling both relieved and incredibly stupid. "So, I basically had a meltdown over nothing?"

"Pretty much," he replied with a smirk, sliding his hand down to my shoulder. "But hey, I don't think Colson minded. Might be the first time he's played therapist."

"Oh, good, now I have to apologize to Colson for being a complete disaster," I muttered, shaking my head.

He gave my shoulder a squeeze. "Blair, listen to me. I want this. I don't care about your overreactions or how many bottles of Jack you drink when you're mad at me. I just want us to stop with the misunderstandings and actually give this a shot."

My heart pounded, but I covered the nerves with humor, giving him a quick shove. "Alright, but I want some perks if I'm gonna take on the role of Marshall Mathers' girlfriend. I'm talking real perks, none of that 'dollar menu' crap."

He chuckled, his thumb brushing along my jaw. "Fine. Name your price. Dollar menu plus fries."

I laughed, rolling my eyes, but my heart raced as he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss started soft, but then it deepened, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His touch sparked a warmth that melted away every last doubt.

His mouth trailed down to my neck, each kiss lingering, his hands steady on my waist. His fingers moved slowly up my sides, igniting a fire under my skin. His lips found mine again, deeper this time, as if he was making up for all the times he'd held back. He unclipped my bra, letting it fall, and leaned back to take me in, his eyes filled with something raw, unguarded.

"God, I love you," he murmured, his voice rough, the words almost a growl.

The way he said it sent a shiver through me, my heart pounding as I whispered back, "I love you too."

He captured my lips again, this time with a hunger that left no space between us. His hands roamed down my back, fingers tracing over every inch as he held me close, savoring each moment. I knelt up, letting my last piece of clothing slide off, and his hands moved over my bare skin, his touch igniting every nerve as he pulled me closer.

Slowly, he guided me down onto him, his hands firm on my hips as I took him in, inch by inch. I gasped, the feeling overwhelming, my hands gripping his shoulders as I settled over him.

"Blair..." he groaned, his voice rough in my ear as I began to move, setting a slow rhythm that left us both breathless. His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements, intensifying the heat building between us. I leaned in, pressing my lips to his as our bodies moved together, slow and deliberate, savoring every second.

"Oh, god, Marshall," I gasped, my body trembling as his hands ran over me, his every touch like an electric current.

He groaned, his voice low and husky. "You feel so damn good, baby."

The pleasure built slowly, wave after wave, until I was gasping his name, gripping his shoulders, my head thrown back. His hands moved over me, and I could feel him tense beneath me, his breathing heavy, matching mine.

"Come for me, Blair," he murmured, his words sending me tumbling over the edge. My body shuddered, and I held onto him, feeling him follow as he buried his face against my neck, groaning as he came.

I collapsed against him, both of us breathing hard, our bodies still entwined. We lay there, catching our breath, his fingers brushing through my hair as a satisfied grin spread across his face.

"I mean, I am a god, and I'm pretty amazing," he said, the smugness unmistakable.

"Ugh, shut up. This is exactly why we can't have nice romantic moments." I laughed, nudging him.

"Hey, I'm serious," he shot back, grinning. "Boyfriend privileges are supposed to come with some extras, right? Like... heels and maybe a little bending you over?"

I blushed, rolling my eyes. "So, heels and... what? You're thinking you're entitled to anal now or something?"

He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous grin. "Well, I mean, boyfriend privileges are a big deal. But I can wait... for the right moment."

"You're a pig," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Joke's on you, babe. I'm your pig now, and you already said you love me. No takesie-backsies."

I laughed as he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder in a playful display and carrying me to the bathroom. His laughter blended with mine as the morning sunlight poured in, a perfect start to something that felt like it could last.