Burning Desire

[Lovely]

October 18, 2008
Veinna Estate - Lily's room
Follows fight with Jaime: Taking what is mine

Jaime had finally let up in favor of attacking her boyfriend, Lily was grateful for that but seriously scared and in some pain. She rolled away from them and mostly crawled out the bathroom door, she staggered to her feet and then to the outer door of the bedroom. She was bleeding and crying and her hair had been hacked, she and Jaime had fought before but never like this. She opened the door and stumbled into the hallway. "Stupid.. b*tch." She whispered, nearly whimpered as she brought her hand up to dab at her face.

She'd feel hands clasping hers from the shadow beyond Jaime's door. Marc hadn't gone far, returning from Lily's room from the delivery when he'd heard the crash. It hadn't been the first time Jaime's temper had wrecked furniture but he was surprised to find she'd broken more than just the glass table this time. "Shhh.. hardly stupid, protecting what she thinks is hers," he said off-hand, holding on so Lily wouldn't strike out at him when he startled her. "You're hurt... your hair," he gasped, feeling strangely concerned ... that he was concerned about it.

Lily jerked, trying to get away from what grabbed her, not sure at first who it was, she thought that Tripp had come to drag her back for Jaime to pound on some more. She blinked at Marc, feeling the tears slip down her cheeks, she leaned toward him. "It's my fault.. I told her I screwed her boyfriend.. to piss her off." She gave a half sobbing laugh. "Guess it worked.."

He let go of her hands once she realized it was him. "What possessed you to...," he trailed off. It wasn't his place to scold her though he wondered about the truth in it. "Did you?" He asked gently, "Well obviously you pissed her right the hell off, and the scissors must've been, too." He reached to her hair then leaned as if trying to carry her although it was only a few doors away.

"Did I? No.. " She laughed more though it hurt her face and she shook her head, slowly wrapping her arms around Marc's shoulders to let him carry her. "I didn't sleep with him. I haven't slept with anyone."

"Good. Then I won't have to roast his balls tonight for playing you against your sister. Beggarman gets to even keep them attached.. for now. Don't speak, Lil. Got to take a good look at that in the light. Is that all that happened?" He wanted to be sure that Tripp's leash wasn't going to be cut very short tonight. He'd done them a favor and wondered now if had been too much of a risk.

"It was me being stupid. Jaime just went nuts on me.. He didn't touch me." She tasted blood in her mouth from her lip as she tried to speak and decided to follow his advice and not speak for a moment. Her arms tightened around him and she set her head gently to his shoulder, he was taking care of her and he was family.. she trusted him.

He hadn't locked her room, expecting she'd be coming in only a moment or two behind him.. perhaps hoping that would have been the case. The door swung quietly open and he brought her to her bed that was flickering in the oranges and soft yellows from the fire he'd started there for her to keep the room warm, even if she wasn't staying long. It looked now like she wasn't going out anywhere. He knocked aside the borrowed skirt he'd laid out for her and set her down. "I'm glad he didn't," Marc muttered out, helping her prop up on her pillow so he could see her in the light from her lamp. His expression stayed flat and unreadable though the concern over her injuries and the insult with them ran surprisingly deep.

Her hair was a mess of uneven cuts, though none were too close to her head to be completely awful, her face however was swollen and cut from the blows. Her neck was bleeding where Jaime ran the scissors over it, thankfully not harshly enough to serriously harm her, but it scared her. "Marc.. you'll get in trouble if anyone finds out why she did this.. that he was here and that she hurt me because she did.. how bad is it.. can we fix it? So no one will know?" She didn't want Marc to get in trouble for her stupidity.

"I can fix some of it, but I'm no barber." He glanced at the door and rose to close it and ensure it was locked. He took her sister's skirt to hang on the back of the door and checked the fire to make sure it wasn't too hot. "Make your call and cancel your date," he said over his shoulder, stoking the logs and sending up a shower of sparks that reflected the red in his eyes. He was furious but trying to calm himself before coming back to her bedside.

[Lovely]

"Just work on my face.. maybe my neck.. I'll take care of my hair." She reached to the bedside table to grab tissues as the blood was running down her neck and for the phone to make the call. The call didn't go so well and Lily grew more upset as her boyfriend started to yell at her for cancelling.

He heard the upset in her voice and took the phone from her. His fingers brushed over hers enough to tell her more than he wanted her to know. "She won't be seeing you again," he growled into the receiver before disconnecting the call and putting her phone on the floor, unplugged so she wouldn't be disturbed once she was resting. "Trust me to make it well, Lily. None will be the wiser, not tonight. Our little secret," he said strangely with a sudden, tiny grin so unlike his normal brash self.

Lily stared up at Marc, surprised and touched by how he came to her aide, not only when she came out of Jaime's room but also now when her boyfriend upset her. "Our secret." She whispered and tried to smile back at him though her face really hurt. "I trust you."

He reached for the tissue she used to blot her neck and dabbed to see the real damage. "Superficial. Gone by morning," he reassured her, though he would need to attend it to make that happen. The cut on her lip was a little trickier and he found himself licking his own lip as he thought about it. "Tip your head away and stay still or it might scar," he explained, kneeling down where he could
reach her and lick over the wound with the his healing wolf tongue.

She started to ask him something but stopped and brought her hand to his cheek, it was there for a moment, conveying more feeling than she could with her words. She silently told him how his actions stirred her and shared the tender sweet emotion with him before dropping her hand away and tilting her head back as he'd told her to.

He stared a long moment as he felt the wash of strange and foreign emotion was over him. It was like a sweet kiss without the touch of her lips and it left him stunned for a second. No one saw past his scowl often to ever thank him, let alone share such a kindness. That it was Lily made it a sweeter moment still. He smiled and leaned over her. "Remember, hold still," he whispered before pulling his tongue over her neck lightly at first for her to become used to the sensation. He didn't expect to taste the same sweetness from her skin as he attended the wound. It made his tongue tingle as much as he was sure her neck did in his care. It would be a slow process over a few hours and by morning the mark would be barely pink.

It was hard to hold still with the tingling, almost tickling yet slightly stinging sensation rippling through her from her neck. She'd never been healed by these means before, it had always been Richie and sometimes Ty or Aless in recent years. This was different, it was like a deeper caring, more personal.. intimate and a little erotic even. There was no way to hide the feelings from Marc as his tongue passed over her throat, she felt as though something pulled on her very core. It was like a magnet suddenly yanking her toward Marc with more force than she'd ever known.

He swept his tongue over the mark again to ensure the bleeding had at least stopped. The bruises on her cheek were swabbed next, her lip still avoided until his mind was more clearly focused on his task. Each pass of his tongue was a spiraling reassurance against that happening, however. He could taste the lust in her core, smell it in her breath and feel it through his touch on her skin, how she reacted to his attention. He had to pull himself from her side, move, do something else for a few minutes so he could focus. He stood abruptly, hands over his face, his fingers tented over his nose. "Need to tend the fire," he said, forcing himself that direction.

Every sweep of his tongue was a mix of sensation and made the feeling inside her grow stronger. He moved away and she felt her next few breaths come in soft pants, her hand gripped the comforter to keep it from trying to rub the sensation away. "Okay." She whispered as he excused himself to tend the fire, he'd stopped the bleeding and once she could, she slowly rose from the bed to change out of her blood splattered clothes. She realized that she had to get rid of them and she carried them to him by the fireplace before redressing. "We need to get rid of these." She said softly, not sure if they could burn them or if they would need to sneak them out.

He looked up over his shoulder at her and the ruined clothes, getting another whiff of her from them. He turned away a little, poking at the fire though he didn't need to. "Small strips. Too much at a time will choke the flames out," he said, standing again to face her, taking the items from her hand. "Which, I will take care of. Lay down and stay there or I may have to come make you," he said, teasing, warning, honest, but hoping she knew he meant to help her be well by morning as promised, at least so the worst didn't show.

[Lovely]

"I.." Her voice trailed of as she stared at him, he wasn't being mean to her and he was doing everything to take care of her. She smiled a little and her expression said she'd mostly listen to him. "Can I get my pajamas on first?" She asked innocently as she'd got the idea to bring the clothes to him before putting the others on.

"In your room, you do as you please. I just guard the door so others don't get the same idea," he said, though he took every liberty from the situation to observe her curves and cheer-leader poise. "Fewer to burn if you don't," he suggested, though the choice was hers.

She felt warm as his eyes roamed over her, as if his gaze heated her skin where it passed over it. She didn't try to hide from his eyes, in fact it made her stand a little taller, with a touch more pride to know he was admiring her. That would surely sweeten her scent for him. Lily stayed for only a moment longer and then turned to walk back to her bed, somewhere inside her she was hoping he was still watching. She wasn't teasing him the way she did other boys, just to make them want her or tell her she was pretty, she actually felt like she was beautiful when he looked at her. She crawled up onto the bed without the pajamas though she did grab a hair tie to pull the mess of uneven locks into some order. The pony tail had hair hanging from it in assorted lengths but it was better than leaving it down.

Marc watched her until she was back at her pillow. The discarded clothes could wait and were left in heap on the hearth. He came around to her bedside again, careful not to touch or suggest anything further than healing, though he was faltering in his success of that already and her lip was still cut. "I'm sorry I have to do this," he said as nicely as he could, hoping she woudln't push him off as he tended to that as well. "Medicinal purposes," he muttered as he leaned closer.

She had more trouble staying still while he tended her lip, it was too much like a kiss and she remembered watching Jaime kiss him. That thought disturbed her in a way that made it so she could almost understand the way Jaime had acted. What did that mean? Did she think Marcus was hers? That was just.. absolutely true! It floored her to realize that she had feelings for Marc, that she was undeniably attracted to him. Her hand lifted and reached to hold him so she could kiss him and erradicate the memory of Jaime kissing him from both their minds.

Her fingers rose up to his cheek, not to push him away but hold -him- still. The attention from lavishily swabbing her lip became delicate attention to the tip of her tongue, testing at first, then delving gently, allowing this forbidden treat as long as they were sharing this secret. He stopped himself, stopped her, pulling away a little, finding all hope of focus gone and his eyes straying over her again. "I lied. I'm not sorry in the least," he confided, gruffly chuckling at himself and sitting back on the floor, pulling his knee up to lean on.

She started to follow him as he pulled back but realized he was stopping them both and reluctantly laid back to her pillow. "I'm glad you're not sorry.. I'm not sorry either." She meant for kissing him like that. Her lip felt better, her neck and her face didn't hurt the way they had before and she was able to smile at him as she rolled to her side to gaze at him where he sat on the floor. "I was jealous... that's why I said what I did to Jaime.. to hurt her. I watched her kissing you.. and what she said about you liking her better.. it made me mad, but more than that I was furious, jealous.. that she kissed you."

Jealous of something she was never intended to see? Marc chuckled again, trying to pass it off as ridiculous but he couldn't. He shook his head and his hand swept over his face before he uncurled and came back up to lean on the edge of the bed, close to her. "You're going to be the death of me," he teased, wanting to kiss her again, but he needed to pay attention to the injuries first. "Don't be jealous. It meant nothing to me at all," he said, brushing her cheek now. She'd know it was different, how she'd kissed him, how it was meant to mean something this time.

Her eyes closed as he brushed her cheek and a soft sigh flowed out, her hand came up to gently tangle with his and it took all her effort to stay as she was. She wanted so badly to tackle him or pull him up over her, it made her tremble slightly as her eyes opened and she gazed up at him. She longed for his mouth to press over hers again, for his tongue to sweep over her skin and not only over her wounds. "I understand why she reacted like she did to what I said.. even though it wasn't true.. just the thought of it.. like how me thinking of her and you.. I'd have done the same to her." She admitted, her voice full of wonder as she openly shared her thoughts with him.

"Please don't. We're running short of glasstop tables," he teased. He did kiss her hand and continued holding on. "I need to finish or you'll have too many questions to answer in the morning. I may have to answer, too... the fewer the better for everyone. And clothes to burn. The boys will pull them out of the dumpster... more questions," he said, shaking his head again. "Lay back."

[Lovely]

"I'm sorry." She apologized in a soft voice that sounded as if she might be on the verge of tears, she laid back as he told her. She was upset with herself for causing this trouble and bringing it on him. She'd come to realized that she cared for him much more than she'd known before tonight and she was worried that she was going to cause him suffering by being so stupid with Jaime.

"Shush or I'll bite you," he chuckled, trying to reassure her again as he growled softly, tickling her neck again first then the corner of her lip he wasn't as nervous about caressing longer with that healing touch.

The waves rippled through her again and as his tongue touched her lip, she whimpered started to turn to catch it with hers. She had kissed other ... boys before but no kiss ever effected her like this, no one she flirted with made her skin heat up. "Marcus." Her whisper was more like a plea for him and her hands slid over his arms.

Her touch told him volumes if her scent wasn't already betraying her secrets to him. It was nearly too much for him to allow such a travesty, her beauty and silken skin to go unadorned further by the pass of his tongue. He was her guardian, assigned to her and her sister to watch over them. More, he had been her friend, one of the few he could honestly say such a thing about in this house. He couldn't simply erase that with a moment of greed... a moment that came after another like it and another still as he did his best to maintain control and focus on keeping their secret hidden as well as he could manage. He savored every second of the touch of her lips but pulled himself away to let the magic of the wolven health take hold and lighten the marks bit by bit. He was becoming quite thirsty for more than he was allowed to have. He wasn't even allowed this, but took it as he could. Whiskey was forbidden while on duty and water would have to be a poor substitute for the honey wine he longed to have in its place. "Rest a moment. I need to... something. Water... tea. What can I bring you?"

Her head was spinning and her gaze flitted over him, hungry and confused. "I... um.." She wanted him, she wanted to tell him to kiss her again but she did know how much trouble they both could get into for it. "How about a Sprite and a straw?" She smiled softly up at him as he pulled himself away.

If only to watch her curl her pouting lips around such an instrument, he'd gladly oblige. He nodded and slunk away slowly, nearly but not touching the temptingly cool flesh, caressing her only with his gaze as he stood and towered over the edge of her bed. "Have to make a good show anyway. Pretend you have a fever if anyone stops to check on you. I need to go check on something myself and bring your drink." He cast his gaze over her again from the blush pink and perfectly manicured toenails to every perfectly manicured inch above them.

"If it helps, I think my temperature is rising." Her eyebrow arched up and her hand shifted to rest over her perfectly flat stomach and she smiled invitingly at him. It was wrong to tempt him that way, but part of her was hoping and dreaming of the two of them, tangled up in each other. It was wrong to kiss him.. according to her family, but that didn't make her want him any less.

"No, it doesn't help at all. Don't you dare move," he pointed his finger, scolding though not harshly. He truly didn't want her to think of covering up in anything before he had the chance to see her more since he may not ever again after tonight. "Might bring you back something to help you sleep, too. Back soon, you poor feverish thing, confined to bed rest who knows for how long."

[Lovely]

His last comments made her giggle a little and she rolled to her side, curling her legs up toward her middle to stay comfortable until he returned. Of course then she flashed him a sweet, slightly guilty smile. "Oops, I moved. Does that mean I get a spanking?" She put her hand over her mouth to keep the giggle in and because she was surprised at herself for saying that.

He nodded slowly, thinking so many things at once and agreeing with her tease. She just might get that... she just might. "Just don't pull anything open while I'm away."

"Alright.. I'll stay right here.. mostly like this. I can't promise there won't be a little shifting, but I'll stay mostly still." She fought against the urges to flirt and tempt him more, wanting so much for him to come kiss her and touch her again. She rested one hand next to her face on the pillow and her other arm wrapped gently around her middle. She lay there looking sweet but completely bare, her form nearly perfect but for the results of the fight with Jaime. Her green eyes watched Marc with clear affection and curiosity.

"Hmm... I never did bring you anything for your birthday, did I?" He hummed and contemplated that, giving her a wink and letting her shift and squirm in her pleasurable discomfort that still stung sweetly on his rough tongue. So many things she'd told him without uttering more than a sigh.

"Only one thing I really want." Or need, it was a mix of the two and had him written all over her or she wanted him all over her. She considered how long he might be gone and if she'd have time to ease her desire herself. She was thinking of risking it anyway, the thought exciting her more as she continued to watch him.. maybe if she imagined it was him and not herself it would calm her for tonight? She doubted it, it didn't feel like anything would cure this hunger other than Marc, it wasn't lessening now that he wasn't touching her. In fact in was a little worse.

"Something neither of us can have," he said under his breath, fist clenched and tapping his lip as he thought. Something surely he was forgetting, something that could make everything go another turn toward the worst that required his attention. He was wholly distracted by the way she shifted and curled, catching the fire's light and he couldn't think beyond the scents that made him feel so gloriously alive and so devastatingly frustrated.

She didn't realize that he would notice the slight movements as she shifted against the ache, she was getting more worked up as he stood there watching her with such an intense gaze. Her own thoughts didn't help the matter very much as they tumbled between images of him doing everything she wanted him to and the idea taking care of herself once he went out of the room. She was going to have to do something or she'd jump him when he came back and that would get them both in trouble. Her hand drifted lower along her navel in anticipation but not low enough to start easing the ache.

"Mmm... well I'm quite thirsty. I'm sure you must be," he said, watching her hand move slowly. He needed to leave the room briefly, catch his breath... the cameras! He remembered again, moving them back before the others noticed. "I'm afraid it may take a few minutes longer than I first thought. Be good until I'm back."

"Mmmhmm.." She murmured a little more breathlessly than she'd intended but then flashed him a quick smile. "It's alright, take the time to do what you need to.. I'll be .. realatively good." She agreed to mostly behave because she knew the trouble that she, Jaime, Tripp, and Marc could all get into because of the incident earlier.

He grinned and turned toward the door, taking in all the scents of the room once more while he could. He stopped at the door to listen and read the scents from the hall as well. Clear, but for how long? He let himself out a moment later to stand at his usual post... and wait a few moments to ease his ability to walk less painfully.