hiding

mother hen

Alexia wasn't even sure how they had gotten back to the ship, the only thing she was sure of was that Marco's lips at that moment felt like fire against hers. How they even made it to their room and managed to open the door was beyond her. The bed met the back of her knees as she fell back on it, Marco following suit on top of her.

He dragged his teeth across her bottom lip, causing her to release a moan. Their tongues fought against each other for dominance, which she was quickly losing. Marco began kissing along her jaw and down her neck, causing her to gasp as hickeys began to form. Alexia arched her back, pressing closer up against him as she eagerly ran her hands up from his lower abdomen to his shoulders. She felt a shiver up her spine as he nipped lightly at her collar bone.

Alexia yelped as she found herself suddenly flipped over on her side pressed against him. Confusion quickly filling her mind as Marco wrapped his arms around her and settled against her, nuzzling the top of her head.

"Umm... are you feeling okay?" Alexia shifted her head up slightly to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed.

"More than okay. But your too drunk for this right now yoi." He smirked, his eyes remaining closed.

"I am not too drunk." Alexia mumbled, pouting.

"Uhuh, you can tell me that again in the morning when your sober." Marco chuckled lightly rubbing her back in small circles, "Now sleep child."

"If I'm a child then you're a pedophile." Alexia snorted, her voice suddenly sounding exhausted.

"Yoi, your looking for trouble." Marco groaned in annoyance.

"You know that's not true. Trouble finds me." Alexia sighed, "It's not my fault it finds me irresistible."

"Whatever you say Lexi, now sleep."

"Fine mother hen." Alexia jabbed, laughing tiredly. Exhaustion quickly overtook her.

"I swear to god yoi." Marco sighed.

"That's what you get for being a gentleman and thinking I'm too drunk." Alexia attempted to shift closer to him, closing her eyes.

"You are too drunk. Watch and you won't even remember any of this in the morning."

"The hell do you think we are waking up in the morning for? I'm sleeping through my hangover until noon. Thatch can just bring me breakfast in bed. Besides I'm insulted." She mumbled lightly.

"Insulted?" Marco looked down at her confused.

"That you think I'd forget something like this. In your dreams bird brain. Your fucking trapped now."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." Marco smirked, noticing she had fallen asleep suddenly. He closed his eyes again, letting sleep take him as well.