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“You’re blushing, Mark.” Eve grinned.
Her hand rubbed on his shoulder, and Mark watched- sort of in awe- as she swung her leg over his hips, effectively straddling him.
Eve had purposefully shut the curtains.
They hadn’t quite gotten to it like this before. The last time he’d been the one undressing her. He’d been… between her legs for a while. And last time, he’d promised himself he’d do it for her again. Maybe slightly more efficiently than the last time.
He had wanted to worship her this time: really take care of her, but she already had him pinned. She deserved everything, but with all his bandages he felt bulky and uncoordinated.
“Totally staring too,” she teased.
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, she’d given him an opportunity:
“You’re beautiful.”
Eve started to blush as well, it made Mark smile but part of his face was still swollen so moving his muscles felt difficult. Her hand was on his chest, gentle on his bandages and unblemished just like the rest of her. Mark thought she was almost completely unreal: perfectly intact, and by some miracle on his lap.
“You saved me.” Mark made sure his voice was as direct as it could be. “You probably saved everyone.”
She almost snorted, “Don’t sell yourself short, Invincible.”
“I’m serious, Eve-” She didn’t seem to feel the gravity of her near-death that he did. Mark was struggling, but he knew he needed to say it to her properly. The image, Conquest’s hand just going through her, played over in his mind again and again. “I- I couldn’t-”
He hadn’t saved her. He’d barely been able to protect her while dealing with Conquest.
He still needed to get stronger.
Mark forced himself to look at her face. Eve’s green eyes were misty. Mark actually saw the moment when she steeled her resolve internally. He loved her strength. Her chin still trembled, but she just shook her head at him.
“We’re a team.”
He hadn’t even wanted her on the field.
“Thinking about it makes my skin crawl, Eve, I’m so sorry.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t apologize.”
Eve leaned down. Her chest pressed against his, and then her lips were on his jaw. She kissed him there. Then she kissed his chin, the corner of his mouth… Mark almost forgot what his original point had been.
Then she spoke in his ear:
“I wouldn’t have let anyone stop me from being there with you. Not even you.”
Mark knew that deep down. It didn’t necessarily mean that he liked the fact, but he knew he would lose the argument if they were to duke it out. His reasoning certainly didn’t stem from the logical side of his mind. He loved her too much.
She was kissing him before he could respond. His love took over, and he wrapped his arms around her body. He ignored the aching in his hand, it slid up her back, and rested on the back of her head.
Her tongue prodded on his lip, seeking entrance and when Mark granted it she let out a satisfied moan.
Eve was being gentle, but that didn’t mean that she was going slowly. Or that he could scale his reaction in a normal way.
She was naked, and she had gotten on his lap, and now he was getting harder and there was no way she wasn’t noticing. His senses zoned in, and he zoned it on her form. Letting his worse hand rest on her hip, he dragged her down his body.
Eve responded to that immediately. Maybe she’d been waiting for him to do something. Mark moaned into her mouth when he felt her slide over him. Their skin brushed together and then she was nestling him between her legs, grinding on him slowly.
Mark’s hips bucked and Eve seemed to take that as further encouragement. He could feel her moisture, gliding on his length, she was already really wet for him. Mark longed to shove deep inside her. Instead, he was trying not to make too much noise when she pulled away and gave him a lopsided smile.
Eve scooched down his legs, and his cock sprang up between them.
“Eve…”
Her hand grasped him, and Mark’s breathing hitched as his body became fully attuned to how she was touching him. She stroked him; Mark took in the entire sight before him: the curve of her waist, her slender, tactful fingers, how she bit the inside of her cheek while she watched herself work him. She was hot and cute.
“Mmm Eve-”
“Want you to feel good…” Her sentence trailed off, her attention on him rather than speaking.
Mark watched in a stupor while she traced her thumb over the head of his cock. He made an embarrassing squeaking sound that crossed with a groan.
“Feels really fucking good,” he grunted.
“Good,” she soothed. Her hair fell over her shoulder, framing her face, the ends reached her breasts.
“Gorgeous, Eve… want you…” Mark’s voice rasped.
“I wanted you back in your hospital room,” she countered. Her voice seemed way too controlled for what she was doing. “But I think they have cameras in there. Didn’t really want to make a tape for those GDA freaks. Besides, you were… weak.”
Mark chuckled, but it got cut off by a hum of pleasure. Honestly, he’d take a sex tape of himself circulating any day over what he’d just endured. Her confession bolstered him further; she wanted him. Even when he was battered and aching.
He still wanted her. Badly.
His hips swung forward and he thrusted into her hand. Just her hand on him made his head spin-
“Eeeeve…”
She didn’t stop. She actually widened her legs, and brought her centre closer to the hand which was pumping him.
“Please …” Mark then watched her rubbing his shaft against her folds. “Oh my God…”
Then Eve lifted herself up again, positioning them before one another. There was no way she could ever know how stunning she was to him. She sunk down on him, and Mark’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. She was soaked.
Then he heard Eve hum underneath her breath.
“Hmm Mark."
Mark couldn’t say anything yet. Not while he was feeling her work herself down on his girth. There wasn’t any resistance. After another second, Mark whimpered, overwhelmed by how entirely she held him.
His hips rolled up of their own accord; he felt like an idiot gasping beneath her, urging onwards because it felt so good and he couldn’t help it.
Eve lifted up, her thighs flexed from the effort. She was slick against him, sliding on his length in a way he was still getting used to. She ground down again, and Mark instantly knew he was deeper than before.
“Fffuck - Eve.”
Thank God one of his arms was healing faster. His good hand shot to the side of her hip, and he tried to the best of his ability to sit up and to feel her closer.
“Mark, you feel so good,”
The palm of her hand was pressing on his abdomen. She was avoiding his bruising. He felt the careful transfer of her weight pressing onto him when she lifted her hips up. He was too captured by her to bother reminding her that she really did not have to be gentle with him.
They were watching each other, which meant that he saw the look on her face when she pressed back down and took him again. Her mouth opened for a soundless cry, she started moving a bit faster.
Even though they were solidly together, they had only had sex a handful of times. And even though Mark was thoroughly wounded, he was not willing to give up his track record of success in getting Eve to orgasm.
His fingers felt stiff where they poked from his cast, but he still managed to reach between her legs and press his thumb on her clit. Less dexterity made the action a bit harder, but at least he managed to find a position that wasn’t awkward.
When he started turning small, delicate circles over her, Eve’s eyes widened with an honest, yearning intensity. She sputtered, working against his fingers to get the pressure she wanted while she kept riding him.
Another thing that helped Mark be so successful with her was that Eve was direct with what she needed. Mark watched her set her pace, listening earnestly for any adjustments she could want.
“A little harder… ”
Her body fell forward over him, pressing them close together in a hot jumble of limbs and movement. Mark’s face was bright red, and he barely wanted to blink when he saw her face scrunching up, losing herself above him.
At one point her hand shoved down to readjust where he was circling his thumb, and then she was gasping against him.
“Feels so good like that. Don’t stop, Mark.”
Mark couldn’t imagine stopping. He didn’t think he’d be able to, and with his powers he had fairly unlimited stamina- he wondered if he should remind her of the fact.
He guided her on him. Her hip felt so perfect on his palm. Delicate if he thought about it a bit, invincible if he thought about it more.
“You make me- MmmmMark. ”
His name in her voice blared in his ears. Concrete, active evidence of the fact that he was the only one causing her pleasure.
Her hips flexed forward. Mark’s pelvis moved on its own accord to meet her, and she made a short whining noise. Vigour was taking over the pace she had already set. With every press forward, Eve breathed a little harder. Big, green eyes only intensified on him. Maybe they were hitting just the right spot for her. Mark tried to memorize the feeling.
Her voice also brought some clarity to Mark who thought he’d been thrown too far already to recollect himself. He needed to pull it together for her.
“Make you what?” He asked.
She was loosening on him, riding with abandon. Mark could hear his headboard knocking against the wall. Not too loudly, but persistent. Rhythmic. He didn’t care about the noise in the slightest.
Eve’s chest was pressed on his by then, and his arm was squashed between them (Mark didn’t care whatsoever.)
“Gonna make me-” Eve’s voice broke off, as if all her energy was converging in her centre to squeeze down on him. She was trembling, rooted, pulsing on the pad of his thumb and around his cock. “MaaaaarK! ”
Her strangled call for him coincided with the rolling of her orgasm- Mark was set ablaze. Eve crashed against him, gasping for air with her mouth open on his shoulder.
“Wow… honey. Wow,” she panted.
Mark could feel her hot whisper close on his skin. She had only called him that a few times before, almost exclusively while he’d been inside her. It counteracted the voice in his head that called him useless.
He wrapped his free arm around her, and held her close.
Thank God she’s real.
She breathed hard against him, and pressed a few erratic kisses on his temple.
“Wow…” He murmured against her hair. He couldn’t help it, he was grinning. He had bruises on his face, and he couldn’t stop smiling. “Eve, I love you.”
Eve pressed a kiss on his shoulder.
“Love you too.” Her voice was weak, but she gave his chest a light, affectionate pat. For some reason that made Mark chuckle.
After seeing her go like that, he would hold her as long as he could, but Eve eventually lifted up again. She gave Mark a giddy smile, and tucked her hair behind her ears. Mark loved how she looked; she was flushed from her cheeks all the way down her neck. Her chest had a light sprinkling of freckles.
She rocked on his lap, and he groaned. She still held him snug, and it still made him dizzy to think about for too long.
“I can’t believe you’re real.” His thumb trembled as he stroked over her stomach. Mark inhaled again. Everything in his life felt like such a huge mess. He wasn’t even sure he deserved something as good as what he had with her.
She continued. He saw her abdomen clenching with the effort; Mark was mesmerized.
His hips and his thighs tightened. Pleasure washed through his system like a tall, warm wave. Getting crashed into had actually never felt so amazing.
“This is totally real, Mark.”
He felt her words in so many ways. Maybe she was the most real thing in the entire universe.
Still.
Nothing about the past few days have felt particularly real. Violence filled his memories, and it moved so quickly that everything around him blurred. Hits to the head caused some gaps in his recollection; other events gapped out because he was repressing his experience. Still, he absolutely remembered the feeling in his chest when he’d watched Conquest deliver a combination of deathly blows. He could still feel it if he thought too long-
“Eve!” He choked on her name and it came out with an unexpected sob. He felt the wetness of his tears in the corners of his eyes. “I can’t believe-” He let out another rough sounding cry. Without considering his freshly-set arm he brought his hand up to cover his face. What had been just a dull ache screamed in protest from the sudden movement. Mark winced.
She slowed her pace. The slowness actually made it harder to focus.
Eve took his arm and set it back down on his side. She paused.
“Hey…” She soothed. “Mark, I’m okay. We’re both going to be okay.” Her hand was smoothing over his jaw.
Mark heard the concern in her voice, and he tried to trust the fact that it was really happening. At the same time, a vicious memory burned in his head. The visceral, emotional, innate reaction that threatened to come out of him from the thought made his eyes well up all over again.
“I thought you were gone,” he told her. He hadn’t said it like that before, with the emotion of losing her. How broken he would be if Eve hadn’t been able to regenerate.
“I’m here, Mark. Baby…”
Mark nodded, but he knew that he definitely looked like he was holding back tears.
“I’m here,” she repeated. “All in one piece. And thank God you are as well. I don’t know if you realize, but you came pretty close there too.”
Mark choked on another, quieter sob that sort of mixed with the laugh she also managed to pull from him. She was really good at making him feel better; Mark just added that to the million reasons for which he was resolutely attached to her.
Then the guilt set in. She probably felt the same things he did, the feeling he felt when he considered the idea of losing her. He didn’t need to remind himself again of his selfishness.
“I’m lucky to have you here.” His voice trembled. “Did you hear me? When you were-” Mark stopped and shook his head. He told himself he was done thinking about that. “I can’t do this without you.”
She tilted her head.
“Can’t get rid of me,” she added. Mark thought it looked like her eyes were sparkling. He was sort of entranced. “Ever.” Her finger traced over his forehead, brushing his hair off his face. Mark couldn’t fathom when she’d had the time to paint her fingernails pink.
“Breathe,” she murmured.
Mark inhaled. It caught in his lungs, and he exhaled successfully. The tension in his throat lessened. He could smell Eve’s lotion; he could really smell the combination of them, wet where they were joining, and humid on their thighs. It was all a stark reminder of being together with her: as close as they could get.
Mark took another deep breath. He refused to let himself cry for long. He didn’t want to be crying at all.
He didn’t realize that repressing his feelings made it harder to control when they eventually surfaced. Right then, however, he knew what he wanted, and his intentions were set on it; he wanted to make her lose her mind and only be able to call out for him. Part of him wanted to hear her begging for him, he wanted her to feel desired. He wanted to make love properly.
“Focus on this.” Her index finger pressed over her heart before she did the same over his.
In that moment, a devoted mixture of love and lust overpowered the trauma; Mark needed to be right there with Eve. He didn’t want- could not have- distractions.
She started moving again. With their renewal, Eve was more deliberate. She was fluid, yet intentional. She fucking knew what she was doing.
Mark’s head dropped back on the pillow. A low groan tore from his mouth, emerging as he became sheathed in her again. He noticed her breasts bouncing each time she thrusted herself forward. His bedroom filled with the slick squelches of them coming together, and the pathetic intake of breath he just couldn’t hold in whenever she retreated from him. Eve smiled at him when she noticed him staring- she’d always noticed when he was staring at her, even when they’d been younger. They hadn’t been dating for very long, but he’d loved her for longer.
Mark grabbed Eve’s hips in a small effort to feel more of her. She placed her hand over his, slowing on him just the tiniest bit.
“All right?” Her voice was gentle.
Mark was a lost cause. In the moment, she, the present Eve, who was alive, and perfectly intact, and so fucking wet for him, caught the entirety of his attention and held it.
“Mmmhmmm…” Mark struggled to say more in the moment and tried to nod. “You’re ‘mazing…” He mumbled.
Mark couldn’t have known in the moment how much his compliments did for her, but he definitely wasn’t lying. As she rode him, he found himself forgetting words and stressors. He was lost in her, and never wanted to find himself again!
Mark inhaled roughly. From where he held her hip, he pressed her down on him just a little harder. That was enough for both of them to feel him deeper.
“Keep going… Eve, oh my God.”
She really didn’t give up. And despite the help Mark was providing, he still felt her influence each time she surrounded him. She had an impact on him which made her feel all the more powerful.
When he could sense his partner’s stamina wearing, Mark happily took on the burden. He set his other hand on her hip, making it so that he held her steady, and then he led. He took control of her, shifting the weight of her over his lap, feeling the stroke of her on his cock with an unimaginable sort of strength that made it feel weightless.
He hadn’t been expecting how much Eve would like it: her countenance became overtaken by a hazy expression that walked the finest line between concentration and overwhelm. She looked at him pleadingly, biting her mouth shut as she made a sound that crossed between a moan and a growl.
“Mark!”
His name in her voice caused its own explosion of happy chemicals to burst in his mind. She’d given herself to him; she was starting to lose it again. Mark wasn’t in any position to tease either. He grunted.
He whined.
His hips bucked hard, sending shivers through the base of his spine and his legs. He couldn’t control his breathing. Mark knew he was getting close
“Eve! - baby. Baby I love you.”
Eve’s face went a deep shade of red. Crimson shot up to her ears like she couldn’t believe she had to talk.
“I- I love you,” she stammered. “I love this.”
Mark shuddered; his abdomen squeezed in and his hips bucked up again. He gasped weakly. It was supposed to feel like this: unavoidable, unrelenting… amazing.
“I can’t-” Mark gasped. He tried slowing Eve on his lap and she resisted like she knew exactly what he really needed. Her green gaze pierced through him. Encouraging, coaxing. It felt like fire was licking up the sides of his neck, everywhere felt hot. Everywhere felt like it was brimming- teetering on edge. He hadn't known they would fit together perfectly. He chastised himself that he should have known before, but how could he without the experience!?
“Gonna come- Eve -”
As he was saying her name, the volatile, growing source of heat burst and liquified in his gut. He was past the point of being able to hold himself back. Then he heard her panting on him, still trying and wanting :
“Give it… to me…”
His response was instant.
“Christ. Eve.”
Eyelids fluttered, his head tilted back with dizzying pleasure and he spilled inside of her. Hips pressed forward relentlessly; thankfully, he wasn’t far gone enough to not notice how she was still reciprocating. His pelvis felt tight, pounding into her in short, consistent strokes because each thrust still drew a bit more out of him. It was like he’d been holding his breath the entire time, and now he still couldn’t breathe because he wasn’t quite finished.
As his energy finally faltered, he saw himself dripping out of her, gushing on his length and smearing on her creamy, smooth thighs.
Then he was gasping for air, lungs cleared completely from the exertion, and desperate to be filled again.
He winced as he took it all in.
That was a lot.
Then Eve fell against his chest, finding her own comfort and air. For a moment it was just the sounds of their breaths, mindless kisses, and palms smoothing over warmed, flushed skin.
After a few more moments, Eve lifted herself up, and toppled onto the messy sheets beside him.
“That’s,” she panted. “As fucking real as it gets.”