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"Well if she does, make sure you leave me out of it," His son teased, and Marcus paused while putting some in his mouth. Cheeky. He watched his son for a moment before smirking slightly and teasing back. "Leave you out of it? I am going to tell you didn't eat." Because a mother never liked to hear that a child didn't eat. Marcus knew it would make her invite him over and try to feed him all she could. Thankfully with Marcus' high rank, food was never overly in shortage unless the whole Ark was in short supply.

Bellamy did eat anyway, and made himself at home by taking a seat. "Will you sit with me for a minute?" Marcus found the words odd, and he watched his son for a moment. There was nothing odd about the words but more just a fatherly feeling Marcus had. He could tell nothing was wrong however, as he saw nothing unwelcome on his son's face. "I would enjoy that." Walking over to his stash, Marcus poured a drink for them both. While neither men were known drinkers, this was a milder spirit, that was more flavor then booze. Pulling one of the chairs back, Marcus took a seat beside his son. "Drink with me." He hoped that Bellamy would join him, as Marcus didn't drink around his wife (or Bellamy when he was younger) often.

Marcus hoped she was right, whens he told him he had everything under control. He had never seen what a good father was first hand, and had only seen them from his friends becoming fathers. He wanted to been strong and there for his son in ways that he own father had never been there.
He turned his head to tell Aurora just that, but noticed she had fallen asleep. He wouldn't wake her, knowing their son would do that soon enough. He just sat there for the longest time, until he knew he needed to make sure they had flood for the night.

Placing a kiss on her head, he stood and lowered her gently down to make sure he didn't wake her. Then he took Bellamy to bed, and put him there. Marcus wasn't the best cook but he could put together an alright meal. It was an hour later that he was finished, and had it sitting in the warmer for whenever his wife woke up. Marcus began picking up some so the house would be clean for her. He was a man who liked things cleaned but didn't expect her to do all the cleaning. Especially not after just giving birth to their son.

Marcus loved the sounds she made, and if he was slightly more devious man he would have taken her safety pillow away. However, as he had thought a moment go--she was still young yet. They had time to work up to the boldness of having her watch him, and he watch her as he pushed her body to climax. He loved the feel of her body when he trembled under his touch, and grew wet, and the muffled sounds she made. As she came down from her high, he used his teeth to nip the already sensitive bud before standing up and buttoning his pants. Sliding them off his hips, he stepped out of them while her face was still covered.

Reaching for the pillow he moved it from her face, grinning with pride at the wet places on it. He could tell she had bitten it. "Callie, my adorable Callie," He muttered, lifting her in his arms so he could sit on the bed with her in his lap. It caused his manhood to get pressed between his belly and her own. While he looked into her face, and gave her a moment to catch her breath, he gather her hair to pull back from her face, and pressed her hand to her back to keep her steady on his lap--and to keep her pressed to him as it was the only way he was getting relief. "Tell me how you want me." He asked of her, his lips going to nip her shoulder, "Do you want to be on top?" Her neck, "Do you want to be on the bottom," Her jawline, "Do you want me behind you," he claimed her lips for a moment, giving her time to think. He wanted her to tell him how she wanted it, so she could take some control of how they were as well. Besides, it was bloody hot when she told him. He loved her blushing, and it was also why he asked, hoping that his words would bring it on, or that her words would.

"You're making the decision a very easy one," She told him, her tone telling him he was getting to her, and Marcus loved it. Her hand trailed up the back of his neck, to move through his hair. He wasn't a touchable person, had never allowed himself to be. He couldn't even recall the last person who had touched his there. Not that he was trying hard either. "Take me to bed," That was what he wanted to hear. "Let's have dessert before dinner. I find my craving for it to be substantial." He said a silent thanks to her for her detail (Callie was all about the details) before side stepping, and bending to lift her in his arms. Her back was in one arm, and her legs hung over the other, in a typical romantic carry. Turning them he carried her to her bed room. "Never let it be said Marcus Kane didn't give a woman what they wanted." He teased her.

He kept his eyes on her's while he carried her, and once there he lowered her down to sit on the edge of her bed. With once last deep kiss, he laid her back sideways on the bed, so her feet still hung over the edge. Moving down her body, he kissed her neck, and collar bone, and dropped kisses over her shirt as he worked his way down to the bottom. Once there he began working his way back up, this time lifting her shirt as he went, and giving his attentions to the exposed skin. Once he had made it high enough, the shirt came off over her head. His fingers pressed her wrist to the bed, as they trailed down her arms the pressure stayed--a silent command to hold them there. His hands continued a lighter trail when they got to her shoulders, and moved down to cup her twin peeks in both hands, while his lips nipped and licked the exposed skin from over her bra. "You always smell so good," He told her, inhaling deeply and moving up to claim her mouth, while working to get her bra undone and off.

She kissed him back, and that was all he needed from her. It was the sign he needed to know she was here for this. There was no more thoughts of her marriage in his head, because tonight it was only Marcus and Callie. Tonight was a stolen night they would take. She broke the second kiss and put her forehead to his. His hands moved from her face to wrap around her back, and hold her. He just wanted to protect her from everything that would happen should they get caught.

"Good evening." She told him, and he felt a sharp almost stab like feeling in his chest at the color in her cheeks. He wanted to put that color there for all the wrong reason. "Only a good one?" He asked, letting her go to move to lock the door, and then walk back toward her. "Lets is if I can improve upon that." As his words ended, they became muffled as he took her lips once again, his hands moving to her hips to cup her backside, and lift her into his arms. Walking them toward he desk, he set her on it, giving them the same height. His kiss became heated, and stronger. No longer the tender greeting, but one of need as his fingers moved into her hair to cup her head and tilt her head tot he side so he could have access to her neck. He knew better then to mark her, but he wanted too. He wanted to make sure she thought of him later, when she had to walk the halls or go to work and hide it--the only reason he didn't was because she was married.

Marcus watched his son sleep while his wife spoke to him about what all she thought he was doing. He was used to being more physical and doing things that were more then just emotional support. Part of him wanted to do more because he felt as if he had done so little; while the other part of him was proud and grateful that she thought what he had done was enough. This was new to him, and he was figuring it out as he went along.

He didn't know how to be a father. His own had never really been apart of his life. He had been raised by a mother who had put herself so deeply into her faith after his father, that it was hard not to think of one without the other. It had caused him to rebel slightly, and turn to logic over faith. He had not stopped believing, but he had doubted--until he had seen his son. There was little room for doubt int he face of such a perfect little thing. "I should be thanking you," He said in a voice that was equally low. "I never held something that meant so much to me." He loved her, yes, and he loved his mother--but there was something about a child that was different. He couldn't explain it. How could his father not have felt this toward him? "He's perfect."

Marcus walked around his desk, and leaned on the fount of it, while watching the door. His hands were down gripping the edge, and was the only sign that he might not be as confidant as the rest of him. It was time for his meeting with @callie, and he both felt guilty and excited for it. Recently they had begun this, and they both knew it could not continue--but they had both proven they could not control this.

It had started that night they worked together, alone in the conference room. The topic of their conversation had kept moving to their personal lives, no matter how professional they tried to be. They'd ate together. Talked until late together. It had moved to them standing close and talking. He could recall shifting closer to her. He wasn't sure he remembered who moved toward the other first but the kiss had filled something inside of him. Something he had not felt in so long. He knew he was like an island, and kept mostly to himself in the personal department; but with her in his arms he had saw his life as empty rather then dedicated to work.

Once had turned to twice, twice to thrice. Even now while he waited for her to come to his office for a meeting they needed to have on the project they were working on together, he knew little work would be done on it. He would make her make the first move. That was what he told himself every time she came to him. She was married! There had to be some love between her and her husband (and he hated knowing there was) and he hated knowing what he was doing to her. He was selfishly taking what she had to give, knowing it wasn't his right to be the one she gave it too.

She had to make the first move. He was facing the door as the knock came, and since she was expected she just walked in. She was as gorgeous today as she had been when he first met her. Only better, because now she was smarter, and more confidant. He wished he had made a move on her before she was married. He should have, so he could be her husband now. Regrets were something he could never express to her. Stepping away from the desk he walked toward her. She had to make the first move, he reminded himself; just as he had done every single time that they'd met like this. And just like most times, the moment he got within touching distance his hand lifted to frame her cheeks, and his mouth lowered to her's.

After a tender kiss, he pulled back a few inches to look at her. His hands looked large over her petite face. His thumb moved over her skin, as he just looked at her, waiting for her to give him a sign this was what she wanted, and he was not making her do anything she wasn't here for.