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kissofthemis · 3 months

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Berry and Marius bonding moment. C'mon.

"I told you, Marius, I'm sorry!"

Rosa looked genuinely apologetic as she clasped her hands together and bowed her head.

But nobody could outdo Marius von Hagen at the artbof being pathetic, and the pout on his lips almost convinced Rosa to abandon her plans for today. "But Miss... it's supposed to be your day off! It's the weekend!" he whined.

"I know that," Rosa replied in a whine of her own. "But I promised Kiki that I would help her study today!"

"Why can't she come over here?" Marius pleaded, grasping at some way to prevent his darling from leaving for hours. "The manor is huge! We have the space."

"That..." Rosa hesitated. Marius felt a blush rush to his cheeks as Rosa gently bit her lip while she contemplated his offer. He hated when she did that-- it was almost too hot to resist. "That's a bad idea," she stated bluntly at last. "Kiki wouldn't be able to focus."

He hated to resort to this argument, but desperate times called for desperate measures. In a last-ditch effort, Marius pointed at Berry. "But what about the baby?"

"I'll be back tonight! Consider it time for you to bond with him!"

Berry's immediate side-eye at Marius suggested he wasn't too keen on that idea.

And now, here Marius was, with a fresh dribble of blood on his forearm and a grouchy cat flicking his tail aggressively from atop the couch.

Or perhaps it was a gesture of triumph?

"Bonding time, she says," Marius huffed as Payton dabbed at the scratches with a soapy washcloth. "I don't even know what that means."

"If I may, young master," Payton interjected calmly, "I believe the young miss wishes for you to get along with Berry even when she is not here."

Marius furrowed his brow. "Doesn't she know I didn't exactly have friends growing up?" he grumbled under his breath. "I can't get along with people my own age, let alone a little guy like Berry.... What do kids even like these days...?" His eyes suddenly lit up as though he'd come up with a brilliant idea. "Should I download some games on my phone?"

Payton, ever the master at keeping his composure, did not even pause in his continued treatment of Marius' arm. However, his tone slightly betrayed his exasperation. "I do believe the young miss intends for you to engage in a more... interactive activity with him in order to properly bond."

Marius sighed and nodded begrudgingly. "Yeah, you're right," he conceded. "How do I do that? Hmm... Payton, what would you recommend for father-son bonding?"

Now even Payton found himself somewhat at a loss for words. Father-son? "Catch, perhaps?" he proposed as he finally applied a bandage to the cleaned-up wound.

Marius turned his arm over, inspecting it, then gave it an approving nod. "Catch?" he echoed, followed by a quick chuckle. "Payton, you can't play catch with a cat." He puffed his chest, as if that were the most obvious statement in the world. "Oh, you know what he might like? Cats enjoy fish, so perhaps a trip to the bait & tackle store?"

Marius rose to his feet and turned towards Berry with a pensive look. "The collars we have will all be too big for you, since they're sized for our Pharoah Hound... unless..." With a smirk, he began to squat down to Berry's level with his fingers twitching at his sides. "C'mere, Berry!"

"Mrrow!!!"

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Marius tutted under his breath as he watched Payton toss the tube of antibiotic ointment into the trash. "Do we have more?"

"Fret not, young master," Payton told him with a gentle, polite smile as he pulled a fresh tube out of the first aid kit. "We will need to order more, however. I did not anticipate..."

"Yeah, me either," Marius huffed, sparing Payton the awkwardness of saying it and himself the embarrassment of hearing it: "I did not anticipate you would get this injured in one day by one cat."

"It's not my fault!" he added quickly. "Nobody ever told me I can't grab a cat like that!"

As if on cue, a sharp hiss came from underneath the couch.

"You told me after I did it, not before!" Marius retorted. "That's useless!" With a dejected sigh, Marius turned his gaze towards the window. "Bonding," he murmured. "And I can't take him out anywhere...."

"Ideally, you are present when the young miss returns," Payton pointed out. "Brace yourself. The soap may sting."

"Then I shouldn't take him to the studio, either," Marius mused. "Plus I can't say I trust him around all my supplies. I don't want to explain to Rosa how Berry turned into Strawberry if he knocks over red paint." As if he had come up with another brilliant idea, Marius' amethyst eyes twinkled like the rarest, most dazzling jewels. "But watercolors are safe! Payton, could you bring some paper and watercolors? And I-- ouch! Damn, that does sting!"

"Apologies."

"And I will turn on cartoons!"

~~~

"Maaaarius!" A sing-song voice echoed throughout the spacious building as Rosa returned from her outing. "Marius, I'm baaack!"

No response?

"Marius?" Rosa had expected Marius to be waiting eagerly for her to return. Was he entangled in combat with Berry? She wanted to hope for the best, but with the two of them...

Keeping her expectations low was safest. Sometimes she couldn't tell who was the human and who was the pet, with the way they were always going back and forth and trying to get the upper hand (paw?) on each other.

"Marius? Berry?"

Not in the living room.

Not in the kitchen.

Not in the backyard.

Finally she came to Marius' bedroom. She hadn't expected the two of them to be in here, mainly because both of them could be bizarrely territorial, but with no other place left to check...

"Misssssss!"

A low whimper greeted her as soon as she opened the door. Marius was lying on the ground, with Berry curled up atop his stomach.

Scattered papers decorated the ground, some of which were covered in brushstrokes and pawprints of paint, others of which were still blank. The room had transformed into a child's makeshift studio, with colors and brushes and patterns and "canvases" everywhere. To top it off, the faint sound of children's television hummed in the background as it played from Marius' huge personal screen.

"Missssssss," another pitiful whine rose from the floor. Tears covered Marius' eyelashes, glistening like dewdrops. "Is it really okay to ask others for help? To rely on others? Is it okay if the world is a bit too much for me to handle alone?"

"Marius..." Rosa's chest squeezed tightly. What had prompted this sudden emotional inquiry? Had he reached a breakthrough in bonding with Berry? Had something happened while she was out?

As she thought of an answer, Rosa's eyes anxiously flickered to the TV. A blue Australian shepherd immediately caught her attention.

"Not Bluey!"

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #Marius x Rosa #Tot #thanks for the ask!

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reineyday · 2 years

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hc that when rosa and marius start dating, luke starts calling marius "mary" and when people ask why (is it short for marius? thats so cute!) luke is like, "nah it's cuz watson's wife is named mary." marius unironically loves this, and takes his role as rosa's wife very seriously.

#rei rambles #tears of themis #tot #marius von hagen #luke pearce #marius x rosa #i dont think luke would ever be able to call vyn or artem 'mary' which is why i specified marius LOL #also love the implication that luke x rosa means sherlock x watson #mihiyo ships johnlock pass it on #hoyoverse #when i say he takes his role v seriously i mean when the three of them are on detective-ing adventures #he cheers rosa on just as much as he helps out LOL #theyre all v proud of each other #this could also be an ot3 thing 👍👍👍#lmao omg what if this makes artem lestrade and vyn mycroft #or mb vyn is mycroft; darius morgan is lestrade (bc police chief); and artem is mrs hudson 😂😂

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rainebowevee · 5 months

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#2022 #tears of themis #marius von hagen #lu jinghe #tot rosa #marirosa #marius x rosa #fan art #mihoyo #hoyoverse

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spacesquidlings · 7 months

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Kiss Me Once (I've Had A Long Night)

Description: The hour is late, and Marius is exhausted, not that fatigue has ever stopped him from working late into the night before. But there are ways he can be coaxed into resting early, so long as his beloved is involved.

Pairing: Marius von Hagen x OC (Rowan)

Warnings: None (although there is some SLIGHT suggestive content but this is Marius we're talking about lads)

Notes: Hello hello!!! This is my very first attempt at a Marius fic!!! He's just so silly and cute I think it was inevitable. I hope this makes you smile as much as I did when I wrote it!!!

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A soft groan, nearly mistakable for a sigh, had the usual sighs that fell from his lips not been loud and dramatic, meant to draw attention rather than convey any true emotion.

Rowan looked up from the screen of her laptop, propped precariously on her lap as she’d worked on her own projects while Marius was busy. He’d only just returned to his office, his crisp suit jacket tossed haphazardly to the side as he cradled his head in one palm, a rare moment of vulnerability he would never let anyone else see.

She closed her computer, setting it to the side before making her way across the office, the sound of her footsteps muffled by the soft rug that had been thrown across the floor. Marius looked up as she approached, the bags under his eyes more prominent than they had been that morning.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, perching on the edge of his desk, gently brushing his hair back from his brow.

He offered a wan smile, trying to summon up the last of the energy and charisma she had seen before they’d parted ways in front of Pax. He’d feigned confidence at the time, shrugging off her concerns about some of the long meetings he was scheduled for that day.

And it was clear that she had been right to be worried, as she peered down into Marius’ exhausted face, lines forming between his brows as they pressed together, the corners of his lips turning down in the slightest of frowns.

Rowan’s heart ached, and she reached out to gather him in her arms, cradling his head against her chest before he could even give words to whatever was weighing him down.

He snorted, although his arms still wrapped themselves around her waist, holding himself closer, breathing in the smell of her shirt and the new perfume he had given her.

“Did you miss me that much?” He asked, his voice muffled, his face still smushed against her chest.

She gently shoved him away, frowning down at the little smirk that had curved across his lips. His hands slid to her waist, and she resisted sighing as he stroked his thumb in small circles against her side.

He chuckled. “You couldn’t even handle sitting a few feet away from me?”

Now she smacked him, although that did little to quell the mischievous light that danced in his amethyst eyes. Not that it lasted for very long, fatigue smothering the impish mask he had tried to draw across his face.

“Marius,” she said, his name on her lips much softer than she had intended. She’d been hoping to go for a more admonishing tone, but it came off as more of a quiet plea.

He sighed again, more dramatically than he had the first time, very clearly playing it up, never one to leave out the dramatics when he could. He laid his head on her lap, the light in his eyes dying as he huffed.

“I’m alright,” he said, although he did not make eye contact, instead still staring at the papers scattered over his desk that he had been pouring over for hours already.

She ran her fingers through his hair, mussing the dark locks as he closed his eyes, not even bothering to make a quip about ruining his hair. Or perhaps what the ruining of his hair would imply, as they had been alone for so many hours.

Rowan narrowed her eyes further, not sure she liked this sudden quiet. It was very unlike him, even when half asleep he would sometimes murmur soft words, barely heard in that liminal space between waking and sleeping. Or he would whimper if she moved, shifting closer again and burying his face against her shoulder.

Unnerved with the silence, Rowan pinched Marius’ cheek, tugging until his eyes flew open, the light catching in his eyes so they shone like gems.

“You’re clearly not alright,” she groused, releasing his cheek and leaning down to brush a kiss to the splotch of red she had left on his skin. “You’ve barely made a single joke.”

He groaned, closing his eyes once again. “I’ll have you know I can make meaningful conversation without joking around.”

“You’re not even making conversation,” she pointed out, laughing softly. “Marius, you’re worrying me.”

Another groan, as though it physically pained him as he drew himself up from her lap, his eyes slowly opening again to find her own.

“I don’t mean to worry you,” he said, words so soft they were little more than breath. He dug the heels of his hands against his eyes before dropping them onto the desk, glaring down at the papers he disturbed and sent scattering along the wooden surface. “It’s been a long day.”

She cupped his cheeks, drawing his gaze back to hers as she tipped his head up. “Was it the meetings? You were in the last one for two hours longer than usual.”

He pursed his lips, covering her hands with his. “I’m the president and still it feels like they hardly listen to me. It’s just getting a little tiring lately.”

“You’re doing the best you can,” she said, stroking her thumb across his cheek. “That’s all you can do, my love.”

“Feels like I could be doing more.”

She snorted, leaning forward to press a kiss to his brow. “Well not much is going to get done this late at night. Why don’t we go home?”

He whimpered when she started pulling away, his hands tightening on her wrists. Stifling a smile, Rowan dotted another few kisses across his face. “If we go home I promise there’s more where that came from.”

Marius hummed, squeezing her wrists where his hands encircled them. “It sounds like you just want an excuse to kiss me.”

Rowan would have scoffed and pulled away had she not been now trapped in a precarious position, Marius holding fast to her arms, moving close enough that there was no escape route.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She could scoot herself backwards on his desk and then kick him away, but she knew that would look utterly absurd and she didn’t want to knock over any of the books or papers or pens that littered his desk.

“If that’s not what you want, you can just say so,” she huffed, pulling away from him so at least his face wasn’t a mere breath away from her own.

His lips pulled into a pout almost instantly, and he whined as he stood, thumbs stroking against her arms. “I didn’t say that. I was only joking, please don’t be mad.”

It was incredibly difficult to ever be mad when he was looking at her like that, his eyes wide and pleading, his bottom lip trembling like he might burst into tears at any moment. He clasped his hands around hers, tugging them towards his chest. “Please, miss.”

She bit down on the inside of her cheek, although that was not enough to stop her smile. He was too cute, and he surely knew it. She’d never been able to say no to his face as it was, and she certainly couldn’t when he looked as he did now.

“I’m not mad,” she said at last, wishing she could stop grinning even as relief shone in his eyes, nearly hiding the smug delight sparking in their depths.

“But,” she continued, wrestling one arm free to tap his cheek. “If you want anything more then we have to go home.”

A sigh, this one full of the dramatics she was accustomed to. His head tipping to the side, his shoulders slumping forward, his forehead crinkling as his brows drew together.

“You win,” he said at last, although a smile touched his lips, as though he were anything but annoyed to finally be leaving the office.

Unfortunately, Rowan didn’t notice as Marius quickly gathered up the paperwork he had been going through and tucked it into his bag before offering her his arm. The building would be all but deserted by now, and there would be no one to spy on them or make comments about their president being a little too cozy in public with his girlfriend.

He dozed beside her on the car ride home, his head falling on her shoulder, his lashes tickling her throat as he struggled to keep his eyes open. She struggled to stifle her laughter, not wanting to disturb him. He was so tired, and she wasn’t sure she had even realized how tired he had been all day. He needed this small nap, even if it was only to give him the energy to get ready for bed.

He grew whiny as the car drew to a stop, clinging to Rowan as they climbed from their seats and made their way to their room. She had to very nearly pry his arms from her waist so she could shower, instructing him to get ready for bed.

Unfortunately, it was only once Rowan emerged from the shower, rivulets of water snaking down her cheeks and down the back of her neck from her still-damp hair, that she realized he had snuck his paperwork home.

Marius looked up from whatever he had been reading, shock registering in his face a moment too slow before Rowan was beside him, arms crossed as she glowered down at the papers in his hands. She felt equal parts furious and heartbroken, having wanted to take care of him for just a few hours, to alleviate at least a little of his stress. And here he was, working after he’d said he was done.

“Marius. Von. Hagen,” she ground out, internally deciding that she would not be changing into the new, wispy nightgown that had mysteriously shown up in her drawer a few days prior.

He had the gall to give her a cheeky smile, arching his brow as his gaze swept over her bathrobe. His eyes shifted to her chest, where the fabric flopped forward, and Rowan furiously tightened the ties, ensuring there was nothing for him to see.

“I thought you were going to rest,” she said, her voice coming out too close to a whine. She wanted to sound annoyed, angry even. Why couldn’t he care about his health and his rest for just one day?

His smug expression fell, his shoulders slumping. “I just want to get this done, I’ll earn more respect if I can complete this.”

She perched beside him, at a loss for words as his lips pressed into a thin line. Instead she just took his hand, gently pressing her thumbs into his palm.

“What are you doing?” He asked, some of that stress falling away as he watched her, bemused.

“Massaging your hand,” she groused, feeling like she ought to glower at him, but not being able to. She just wanted to hold him close, wanted to take all his worries away. “So they don’t cramp.”

He was silent for a moment, only the sound of paper shuffling filling the air as he ducked his head.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked at last, peeking up at her from beneath the fringe of his bangs.

“No, of course not,” she said, letting one hand fall and reaching for his other. “I just… I just wish you would rest a little more, and take time for yourself. Your best isn’t working yourself into the ground, or losing sleep.”

He dropped his gaze, setting the papers to the side as he squirmed in place. “I’m sorry, Rowan. I don’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s not something you need to apologize for,” she said, lowering his hand back into his lap. She turned her thoughts over in her mind again and again, trying to find the right words to convey how she felt, the strange helplessness over watching him grow more and more stressed.

“I think I would just like to help, and I don’t really know how.”

“This helps,” he said, voice soft as freshly fallen snow. “You being here helps.”

Rowan hummed, taking Marius’ head and cradling him against her shoulder. “Would something like a massage help you at all? At least to feel a little less stressed?”

“I’m sure it would, but-”

“You know…” She continued, trailing off as she curled a lock of his hair around her finger. “I might have learned how to give a massage.”

Marius pulled away, quirking a brow as a smirk slid across his lips. “You did?”

Rowan huffed, regretting having told him anything. Although she should have anticipated this kind of response, and it wasn’t like she had learned it just because. She’d paid for a day class, so she could help ease any of the aches in his body, help wash away some of the stress and tension he carried with him day-to-day.

She felt heat crawl across her cheeks as Marius continued to regard her carefully, his smile spreading. He looked partly curious, but mostly there was a self-satisfied pleasure in his eyes, a joy that only came from finding something worth teasing her about.

Now he was the one cupping her face, the mood entirely shifting as his eyes held fast to hers. His hand shifted down the column of her throat, his thumb gently pressing against the spot where her pulse was thrumming wildly now, with Marius so very close to her.

“Did you take a class, just for me?” He asked, his voice lilting with his obvious delight. “Were you so worried about me?”

She puffed out her cheeks, trying to pull away. Her face was burning now, and she could feel the flush of her skin beginning to creep down her neck, over her shoulders and down her chest. Her entire body was surely the colour of a burning sunset now, and she knew if she stayed so close to him any longer she would turn firetruck red and Marius would tease her for it until she could barely speak.

“Ah, don’t go,” he whined, pouting as she managed to drag herself from his grasp. “I’m sorry, Rowan. I really am.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, crossing her arms as she put space between the two of them. “And if you don’t want a massage you can just say so. It’s not like it would be very good anyways.”

His bottom lip quivered, and he pressed his palms against his thighs. “I didn’t say that. Please come back.”

There was really no point in resisting him, not when her heart was already aching from the small distance between them. She wanted to be close again, even if it meant risking catching fire from the heat he always ignited with his words.

So Rowan returned to his side, directing him to turn around so she could properly attempt to massage his back.

“Shouldn’t I take my shirt off?” He asked, voice dipping low as he peeked at her over his shoulder, smirking once more. “Would you like that?”

She clicked her tongue, trying to ignore the warmth blooming in her cheeks once more. She really could not catch a break with this man, could she?

“Taking your shirt off would be better, yes,” she said, trying to keep her tone prim. As if he hadn’t already sketched his gaze across her face, noting the colour staining her cheeks, creeping up towards her hair and over the shell of her ears.

He kept his gaze locked on hers as he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it to the side before slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Rowan’s fingers itched to help him along, to slide her fingers down his chest as she undid the buttons for him. But Marius seemed to know exactly what she was thinking, smiling wider as he quickly slipped his shirt off and let it fall next to his jacket, denying her any chance of helping.

She bit her tongue to temper her annoyance. What a brat.

“How’s that?” He asked, turning around so all she could see were the planes of his back, the flex of his muscles as he tried to straighten his posture.

She tasted blood in her mouth now, and she had to stop biting her tongue lest she bite through it entirely. Was he teasing her? Was he teasing her with the knowledge that his chest was bared, but she could not see it?

Shaking her head, Rowan tried to dispel the desire that crept at the edges of her mind. It was late, she really did just want Marius to feel relaxed enough to sleep.

“It’s perfect,” she said, trying to keep her tone light.

His shoulders shook as he laughed quietly, the muscles in his back again flexing. It was all Rowan could do not to follow the curve of his spine lowers, to not think about how broad his shoulders were, how slender his waist.

Instead, she settled her hands on his shoulders, trying to remember the lone class she had taken. She’d been so nervous she’d sat in the back, not wanting to draw any attention to herself.

She ran her hands along his shoulders then back towards his neck, gently pressing her thumbs against the skin of his back, massaging gently at the nape of his neck before she slid her hands up then down again. She repeated the motion a few times, certain she was catching on knots of tension in his shoulders.

A soft sigh slipped past his lips, his head hanging forward. Rowan smiled to herself, sliding her hands down his back, pressing the heels of her hands down on either side of his spine until she reached his hips. She hesitated for a moment before moving her hands to either side of his waist and sliding them back up to his shoulder blades.

She paused for a moment, a slight ache in her arms. Marius was a good deal taller than she was, and it was quickly becoming awkward reaching for his shoulders in their current position.

He turned to look at her over his shoulder, genuine curiosity and what might have been a touch of disappointment staining his tone. “Why’d you stop?”

Rowan worried her bottom lip, wondering if it was worth mentioning.

“Rowan? What’s wrong?”

She couldn’t stay silent when he was looking at her so mournfully, not when there was such pleading in his eyes.

“It just feels a little awkward how we’re sitting right now,” she admitted, pressing her hands to her chest so she did not wring them as his brows slowly lifted. “I was thinking it might be easier if you lie down on the bed.”

The ghost of a smile curled at the corners of his lips, the amethyst of his eyes turning to the wine-dark of the sea. His tone was sultry, and it lingered in the air as he breathed a quiet “oh?”

Feeling as though a fire had been lit in her bones, Rowan smacked him gently, scooting backwards. “Not like that. My arms just ache a little from having to lift them up to reach your shoulders.”

His grin widened, but then he stood, seeming to oblige. “Alright. Let me change out of my clothes.” His gaze swept over her, colour staining his cheeks. “You should, too. It can’t be comfortable in that robe.”

She blinked, having nearly forgotten she was still wearing her bathrobe. Rowan stood quickly, nearly skidding into the dresser in her haste to grab her pajamas. But Marius stayed her hand as she grabbed for the soft sleep shirt and matching pants with little purple stars stitched down the sleeves and legs.

“Not those,” he said, his gaze directed towards the folded nightgown beside them. “Why not that one? It looks new.”

“I don’t know what you think is happening here,” Rowan said, slowly drawing her hand from his grip. “But I am still a little annoyed with you.”

He pouted. “Come on, miss. I had it made just for you.”

She sighed, her head falling back as she dropped the pajamas. “Fine, you win.”

He beamed, taking her hand once more and brushing his lips to her knuckles. “Thank you, love. I love to see you in such pretty things.”

She cradled her hand to her chest once he’d released it, unable to meet his gaze now as he continued to grin. “I just didn’t want to argue with you when I want you to rest right now.”

He chuckled, reaching out to pinch her cheek playfully. “Alright. I’ll be right back, try not to miss me.”

She scowled as he slipped into the bathroom, quickly changing from her robe into the flimsy, violet nightgown. She ran her hands down the sides, feeling the soft embroidered flowers and vines that twined together, creeping up towards the nearly scandalous neckline. The sheer sleeves billowed over her arms, cinching at her wrists, and they do had a curling pattern of petals and blooming flowers and vines. Peering at herself in the mirror, Rowan felt as though she were wearing a garden bathed in the strange light of the pre-dawn, when the moon was sinking and the indigo of night was softening into violets and lavenders, not yet stained by the gold of the sun.

“It’s beautiful, right?”

Rowan spun around at the sound of Marius’ voice, not having heard him as he finished up in the bathroom. He padded towards her, looking more awake than he had before, his eyes shining with barely veiled desire.

“You look beautiful,” he continued, hands falling to her hips, trailing down lower, towards the hem that barely reached past her upper thighs. His lips brushed against her ear, goosebumps trailing down her arms and legs as his breath tickled her face. “So beautiful.”

Her stomach twisted, heat flaring in her core, and she had to press both hands to his chest and gently shove him away. It was late, he was certainly tired.

“You promised-”

“I didn’t promise anything,” he said, mischief in his smile as he took her hands from his chest, brushing his lips against them again and again.

Rowan’s legs were beginning to feel weak, and she was struggling to think straight. Hadn’t this started innocently enough? She’d only wanted to help him relax, and now he was teasing her, trying to get her to give in to his mischief.

Steeling herself, Rowan managed to wrestle one hand free, pinching his cheek. “Marius! Von! Hagen!”

He had the gall to continue grinning, covering her hand with his as though she were touching him tenderly. “Yes, my love?”

“No funny business!”

“There’s nothing funny about what I want to do-”

She pinched his cheek harder, and he swatted her hand away, laughing. “Alright, alright. You win, this time.”

She scowled, pointing to the bed. “Lie down.”

He lifted his hands, palms up as though in surrender. “Yes ma’am.”

“You’re really trying my patience right now.”

“If you’d like-”

She pointed at the bed again. “Lie! Down!”

Marius was still laughing as he did as he was told, lying face down on the bed, gathering the pillows up in his arms as he tilted his head to the side, watching as she approached.

“What am I going to do with you?” She grumbled, kneeling next to him, trying to remember where she had left off.

“Love me, I hope,” he suggested. “Kiss me?”

She sighed, covering her face. “Marius, do you want me to do this or not?”

Another huff of laughter, followed by a sigh as he readjusted, getting more comfortable. “Alright, my love. I’m at your mercy.”

She rolled her eyes, even as a small smile tugged at her lips.

The angle now was certainly a bit better, and Rowan felt more comfortable moving from his back to his shoulders. She circled her palms over his shoulder blades before dipping her hands lower once more, the heels of her hands meeting a few inches above the waist of her sleep pants. She slid her hands back up his spine then, thumbs pressing against his spine until she reached the base of his neck and she smoothed her palms across his shoulders.

“Does that feel okay?” She asked, gently leaning forward and putting more weight into her hands.

Marius hummed, and she took that as a yes, and repeated the motions a few more times, pausing periodically to check in to see if he was still feeling alright.

She hoped this work, she really sincerely did hope this would help him feel at least a little better. And maybe he would wake in the morning and feel some of his stress and anxieties gone, and he wouldn’t feel so panicked to finish some of the work he’d been going through.

“Marius,” she said, running her hands over his shoulders. “Can you please move your arms, I can try massaging those too if you want.”

There was no response, only the gentle sigh of his breath.

“Marius?” She asked again, pausing her movements. “Are you okay?”

Still there was no response. Rowan shifted, leaning over so she could get a look at his face, hoping to grab his attention if he had spaced out.

Instead she was met with Marius’ sleeping face, his eyes closed, lashes fanning out against the curve of his cheeks, even breaths falling from his slightly parted lips.

“Oh Marius,” she breathed, brushing his bangs back from his face. All that teasing and he’d fallen asleep in mere minutes.

Her heart ached, and fatigue weighed heavy on her body. The soft blankets and Marius’ warmth were like a siren song, coaxing her towards sleep and oblivion. He looked so sweet, so warm and comfortable. How could she not want to curl up beside him and sleep?

“Goodnight, my love,” she murmured, brushing the whisper of a kiss against his cheek. “I hope you sleep well, and you feel better in the morning.”

She fiddled with the blankets, struggling to drag them out from underneath him so she could drape them over his sleeping form. And then she tucked herself beneath the blankets too, wrapping her arms around his waist and nestling as close as she could, smiling as she felt herself drifting off, happy she was able to ease at least a little of the stress he was forever carrying around. Even if he’d teased her for it. And she would happily do it again, would happily do anything if it meant making his day a little better.

“I love you,” she whispered, wiggling closer. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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iceysghost · 2 years

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hello! can i ask for silver and marius von hagen? it can be up to you on how it flows!

SILVER 》 modernity, technology, sophistication

◇ His voice echoes from your cellphone, yet it feels as if he's by your side.

COLORS OF ROMANCE EVENT

Marius Von Hagen x Female! Reader

Word Count: 871 words

Trigger/Content Warning: slight suicidal joke

You whined softly as the alarm rang in your ears. You didn't feel like waking up and your muscles ached with fatigue.

You revealed your arms from under the bed in an attempt to stretch them, but they instead hit the headboard you forgot existed with a loud bump. The only thing that stretched out was your long wince of pain, and the string of curses you muttered under your breath.

But your mouth stopped working and your arms numbed when you realized this ringing wasn't your alarm. It was familiar, but your sleepy mind couldn't process what it was. You looked over to your bedside, and your clock, silent and unalarming, read 3:34 A.M.

You realized the ringing was your phone's ringtone. Your special ringtone, for a very special somebody. You sat up and stretched your arms above your without hitting anything, before reaching over to your bedside, and picking up the phone. On the screen was a name you could utter for ages and never get tired of: MARIUS, with a heart emoji beside it for good measure.

"Marius, why are you calling so early?"

"Early? Wait��hold on, what time is it at yours?"

"3:30 in the morning!"

"Ahhhh, shit, I got my timezones mixed up again…"

"Why are you calling anyways?"

"It's around lunchtime here, so I was just gonna call to say hello and completely forgot that we weren't in the same country. Sorry 'bout that, hehe," he chuckled awkwardly.

"I appreciate you caring about me, but sometimes I wish you paid more attention to detail, Marius," you laughed back drowsily.

"Anyways, aren't you gonna go back to sleep now? You sound tired."

"Nevermind that. You called to ask how I was, right? and I don't think you'd have any other free time, since, y'know, you're busy as hell."

Marius was away on a business trip, and this was the fourth day you were separated. He wouldn't be home for a week after that, and although it could always have been worse, you missed him deeply, and he seemed to feel the same.

"Aww, Missy, I know you love me so much that you can't resist listening to my beautiful voice, but are you sure you don't want to go back to sleep?" he teased.

"Now that you've said that, I might just sleep again. I wish I never wake up."

"MISSY! Don't make jokes like that!"

"You're just so ridiculous, Marius. Makes me want to die!"

The both of you laughed into the phone. Despite the fact that it was the dead of night and most of Stellis was still asleep, you felt more alive than ever.

"Why didn't you call me yesterday?" you asked, feeling more energetic than the time called for.

"Well, I was busy handling some things, which I actually planned on telling you right now."

"Oh? And what could that be?"

"I'll be back…by the end of the month. Sorry."

"Whaaaaat? But I thought you said—"

"I said I'd be back next week, yes, but something went wrong with the contract and it's going to take a lot longer than expected." he sighed.

"Is it a legal problem? Can I help you in any way?" you asked desperately in an attempt to see him sooner.

"Don't worry about it, [Name], it'll be alright. I promise I'll tell you everything that goes on."

Your lips curved downward and you took a deep breath. It was a bummer, sure, but you asked for one thing:

"Can you still call me?"

"Well, due to the timezones, I'm not sure if—"

"I don't care if i have to wake up at three in the morning. I want to talk to you somehow. Please," you begged.

"Hmmm, if you're sure you're alright with it, then fine…"

"Thank you, Marius!"

"Yeah, but that means you have to sleep early so you won't feel tired. Don't work too hard in the evenings!"

"Mmm, whatever you say…"

You kept bantering about his trip, the cases you were up to recently, everything going on in your lives; it was soothing but exciting, since you hadn't talked like this to him in a while.

"Oh, by the way, [Name], I didn't talk to you yesterday also because I was busy sending over something to your mailbox. Can you check if it's arrived?"

"It's three in the morning, Marius, why would they deliver it that early?"

"Mind you, Missy, it is now six in the morning."

"SIX?!?!?!"

It was six in the morning, alright, and the sun started to rise through the windows. You rushed to your mailbox in pajamas, and found a relatively thick letter.

"What's this?"

"Just open it."

You opened the envelope inside of your room to find a painting. His self portrait; done in simple watercolor, but stunning nevertheless. You thought to yourself, it was so of marius to send you a painting of himself.

"It's so you can be with me even if I'm away!"

"You really gifted me a picture of yourself, huh? Self-centered much?"

"Hey! I put effort into that piece of art, and it's for you anyways. Don't you just love how my talent conveyed the handsomeness of my face perfectly? i even got my jawline right."

"...I'll burn it."

"MISSY!"

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ikemen-bully · 8 months

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Phew it's getting hot in there ❤️‍🔥

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hyvrscorner · 2 years

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Marius learned to craft a rose hairpin and secretly gifted it to Rosa by messing with her hair so he could use the pin to fix Rosa's hair. Rosa hadn't noticed the hairpin until she got home. But once Rosa did, she immediately called Marius to thank him. She also took photos of herself wearing the hairpin with a different set of clothes and sent them to Marius. Now, Marius has a new wallpaper.

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aemiins · 1 year

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Fit for a King

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ohtomatotome · 2 years

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His Own Private Camgirl

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Marius Von Hagen x MC Rosa (Tears of Themis) - Established Relationship

Word Count: 4,004

Rating: E

Tags: Masturbation; Toys; Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Trigger Warnings: None

Part of Kinktober and #VisionsofTemptation2022 (prompts from @xxsycamore )

Kinktober Prompt used: Phone Sex (Day 3)

Author’s Note: This story decided it wanted to be based in “reality” rather than fantasy. We all know the ways erotica can defy physics, the male refractory rate, and the body’s flexibility. This little story isn’t like that. Sorry. It delivers a dose of reality, and the not-so-charitable emotions Marius might have when he’s uncomfortable with Rosa taking the lead in a romantic encounter.

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Rosa closed the curtains on the full moon over an unfamiliar cityscape and stretched her arms above her head. The long term out-of-town assignment for Themis Law Firm meant an extended hotel stay for her and Artem. She picked up her phone, wistfully longing to hear her boyfriend’s voice before going to sleep. As if she summoned him, his caller ID blinked on the screen: King.

Marius was calling to say goodnight. Pretty soon the couple’s exchange turned sappy.

Rosa sighed, “I miss you so much. I wish you were here right now so I could get a hug from you.”

“If I were there beside you, I’d do a lot more than just hug you. First I’d start with a kiss on the forehead, then on the nose, then the cheek, then … can you guess where next?”

She shifted on the bed, hugging herself as if it were his arms. “The lips?”

His cocky laugh made her eyes crinkle.“Heh heh! That’s exactly where I WANT you to think I’d go next, but instead I would lean towards your ears and kiss you there light enough to make you squirm and then bite your earlobe to make you squeal!”

A muffled “Mhph!” came from her end of the line. Her reaction was enough to make him smirk.

Marius went on, “I could continue describing ALLLLLLL the things I’d do to you, but how about you tell me a few things you’d do to me?”

Rosa hesitated, “.....um, I would, um….” and then faltered into silence.

He wasn’t going to let that slide. “Aw, have you gotten shy all of sudden, jie jie? C’mon. Just one thing.”

“N-no.” Her stubborn pout could practically be felt through the phone.

Marius got ready to put on his best puppy-dog face and voice, but she continued, “If I get started, I might not stop. My room is next to Mr. Wing’s, and well … you know I get kind of high-pitched when I touch myself, and how could I NOT get hands-on if I started describing all the ways I miss you right now?”

It was Marius’s turn to be silent, dumb-founded at her frank honesty. Did she even realize how sexy she could be without even trying? He actually was getting a little hard at her few breathy, needy sentences just now.

Well, her admission was a nice surprise! Part of him wanted to push her a little more to see how far she would be willing to go, but the other half of him did NOT want Artem hearing a single one of her delicious sighs or gasps traveling through the hotel wall.

He took pity on her reluctance. “Yes, I do know. I love being the only man who knows what you sound like. So how about we take a rain check?”

He could hear a relieved sigh come through as he offered an alternative, “The next time I’m out on a business trip, we’ll try this again.”

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Two months later:

It was the crack of dawn and Marius was awake, checking the time zone difference between him and Stellis. Rosa would be home from work now, probably looking in the cupboard for dinner ingredients.

Marius texted: [ Good Morning from up east! Are you home yet? ]

Rose texted back: [ Yep! Good evening from downtown Stellis. How was your first day of meetings? ]

Marius dialed her number. “I figured I’d rather tell you about it than type it out.”

A soft smile bloomed on Rosa’s face. “It’s just as well, because I was hoping to hear the sound of your voice tonight.”

Marius grinned and launched into a recap of yesterday’s business doings.

After a minute Rosa exclaimed, “Oh pigeon feathers, Mr Wing is calling me. I need to take this. I’ll call you right back.”

Damn that Artem! Marius jabbed at the red END button on the screen to hang up.

He was just about to sprinkle the seeds of desire to remind her of their mutual rain check, when that goody-two-shoes had to stick his pointy nose into their night!

Tossing the phone onto his bed, Marius decided to brush his teeth and take his vitamins while waiting for her to ring back. He was a little shocked that he had finished those tasks and even made himself a cup of morning coffee without hearing her ringtone yet.

He looked at the screen notifications and saw he had a text waiting from her: [ Sorry about that. Is there still time for you to chat before your busy day starts? If so, give me a call. ]

She was so sweet and considerate, and here he had reacted with nothing but childish poutiness.

He dialed her back and was surprised to see that she answered with the video call feature.

Her cheerful face filled the screen as she said, “I figured this would be better for what I had planned for the call.”

What she had planned? She had something planned?

He nodded and grinned, “Yeah, it’s much better to see your cute face when I say something that makes you roll your eyes at me. And don’t worry about time. I still have at least another 2 hours before my first meeting.”

“Oh good. Are you sitting down? Or … maybe you want to lie down?”

Marius’s face went slack with concern. “---What?” Oh my god, what sort of awful news does she have to share? “What happened? Are you okay?” Panic was wreathing his words.

An amused giggle was his answer as he saw the scenery on the screen wobble and skim past. He recognized her ceiling, then her desk surface, heard a frustrated “tch” as the screen was covered by her hand. Marius didn’t know whether to be alarmed that she hadn’t answered his questions or give in to his wild guesses of what she was attempting to do right now. Was she trying to set up a little peep show for him? He had always wanted to suggest that some day. He couldn’t help but tease her as he heard more sounds of plastic sliding.

“Did you buy a cheap hands-free phone stand? You should have asked me, babe. You know, Pax makes really nice–”

“MARIUS VON HAGEN! Just – just shush. Okay?”

“Okay…” He smiled as her hand started to move away and his hopes soared, then frowned when it was replaced by something like a piece of cardboard and his view when dark again.

Rosa cleared her throat, “Do you remember two months ago when I was away on a trip for a Themis case, and you called me late at night? And we…began to flirt?”

He did his best not to laugh at her description of that conversation. After all, she might still be able to see him on another tablet display somewhere. Instead he schooled his face into a sexy smirk and nodded. “I would describe that exchange a little differently. But, yes, of course I recall. We decided to take a rain check.”

“Mh-hm. I’m cashing that check tonight. That’s why I wanted you to be sitting or somewhere you can prop your phone up without needing to use your hands. Because, um, you know…”

Marius suddenly understood he was getting his wish! He fumbled while picking up the phone as he answered, “Right! Give me a second.”

A glance around the suite told him he could rig up the perfect display area on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His hands worked as his mind raced with giddiness at what was happening. He had only imagined they would have verbal phone sex. But oh man, that Rosa! She elevated it to another level! Selfishly the phrase “my own private camgirl” floated to the surface of his mind. As he sat down, the fluffy hotel bathrobe pooled on either side of him; he untied the belt and opened the front all the way to his boxers. Nodding at the phone with visible excitement on his features, he asked, “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” There was obvious restrained laughter in that single syllable.

“You still have your screen covered. I can’t see you.”

“That’s correct. Oh, sweetie, don’t pout like that. You’ll get premature wrinkles.” A sprinkling of mischievous giggles followed.

What was she playing at? He was determined not to be indignant, but this was starting to feel a little unfair…he wasn’t used to being on the losing side. It was always him that planned the fun stuff, and it was always him that surprised her. She had turned the tables on him today. What an uncomfortable feeling to be along for the ride instead of being in the driver's seat. He had a difficult time hiding his vexation.

Rosa hummed a small happy noise, then asked, “Do you want to see what I’m wearing?”

Little crystal bells chimed in Marius’s head that would have otherwise sounded like alarms blaring ‘it’s a trap!’ if he hadn’t been thinking with the wrong head. He nodded, “Of course I do.”

“Good. I picked this out with you in mind.”

The camera was uncovered and he could see Rosa kneeling on her bed, legs wide apart. The black mesh and deep purple satin looked sinful against her creamy light skin. She was wearing a matching set of teddy, panties, garters, and thigh-high hose. That was as much as he could see in the 6 seconds before she waved at him gleefully and the screen went black again.

“Wha-?”

“Did you liiiiiiiike it?” The teasing lilt drove him a little mad.

His words worked their way through clenched teeth, “Yes. Very much. Now would you stop playing around? Uncover your camera and let me look at my hot girlfriend.”

He could hear her clapping. Oh! “I’m so glad to hear that! It really makes me feel sexy, you know? Don’t worry, you’ll see more of it later, and less it, too.” Giggles spilled over before she continued, “But first I want you to imagine there are no cameras, okay?”

Marius narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “What do you mean? And why?”

“Well, it was really a turn-on hearing you through the phone on that earlier trip, describing how you would touch me. It was like having you whisper in my ear. So … I have the ear buds in right now, to emulate that. Part of me wanted to do just the audio only tonight because of that special feeling. But … I also wanted to give you a visual treat.”

He drew in a deep breath, “If that’s the case, then why do you cover–”

“--Ahem,” Rosa interrupted, “I wasn’t finished!”

She paused to make sure he wasn’t going to try steamrolling the conversation. He stayed quiet, but there was a defined pout on his lips.

“Here’s why. I know your, um … stamina isn’t the greatest. And it takes me a while to warm up. So … if you saw me, you might finish before I’m even ready. With you just getting the audio, and with me getting both audio and video, I have a chance to build up that extra arousal while you stay simmering….um, does that make sense?”

It did, and Marius hated to admit it. But he couldn’t help but love that she was trying to work out a compromise that would make them both happy. Except … he wasn’t happy about seeing a black screen when he knew a top-tier babe clad in lingerie was just on the other side.

“Yeah. Yeah it does. That’s really thoughtful, Rosa. I just wish I could’ve had more than a glimpse of you.”

There was evident amusement in her voice, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the full view later in the call IF you can make me cum by whispering in my ear. Makes a nice reward, right?” There it was again, that naughty voice teasing him where he was weakest.

Marius dropped his head back against the couch cushion and grunted a frustrated sigh, “You must have learned a thing or two while sitting in on my business meetings, because you’re really driving a hard bargain, you know that?”

More giggles. “Yep! So, do we have a deal, Mr Von Hagen?”

“Jie Jie … just another little tiny peek again to get me started? Please?”

“Nope, not until the condition is met. I’m ready any time you want to start with the phone sex, hun.”

Marius combed his fingers through his hair, as if the motion could push aside his annoyance and make room in his head for the right mood and thoughts.

“First … I would pull you onto my lap so you’re facing away from me, with your legs straddling either side of me, just like you are kneeling now. I’d glide my hands up your side and down to your legs and all the way up again, appreciating your figure, before I reach around to the front and pull you flush against my chest.”

He slid a hand into his boxers to play with himself as he continued, “My mouth would be right over your shoulder so I could nibble on your ear and neck while my hands roamed underneath the fabric. I’d spend a good long time squeezing and kneading your perfect breasts. Oh god, they fit so well into my hands. Then I’d pinch your nipples until you squirmed on my lap.”

He heard a small gasp followed by a sigh coming from Rosa’s end.

With his confidence building, he went on in a more sultry tone, “One hand would pull your chin to the side so I could suck on your neck in that spot that makes your knees turn to jelly. The other hand would side down to your panties, rubbing you on the outside of the fabric. Are your panties already wet?”

“Soaked.” The word was practically a moan. “K-keep going.” her voice sounded small and pinched, as if she was breathless.

Marius grinned, suddenly enjoying his part in this performance. He couldn’t help it, his hand gripped his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly. He licked his lips and went on, “I pull your panties to the side. With my left hand I spread your lips apart, and my right index finger slides inside you to cover it with your sweetness. Then I glide it upwards over your clit.”

He paused to hear what her reaction might be. Silence.

“Babe, rub your clit right now and let me hear you. Pretend that’s my finger making you shudder.”

From the phone he heard the rustle of her shifting on the mattress and then a high-pitched squeal he knew very well. It hadn’t taken long for his shaft to become rigid. He had stopped rubbing the head in hopes of slowing his arousal, and was now just playing with his testicles for distraction.

“Good girl. Keep touching yourself and doing the things I say.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“I press on your clit a little harder.”

Raspy breathing, then, “Ah. Fuhhhck. Ahhhnnnghh.” More fabric rustling and puffy little moans come over the line.

He loved hearing her voice like this. Marius's fist moved faster on his dick, his other hand pulling the base downward to keep the skin taut. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the rhythm. Her sounds were urging him onward. A low groan starts to tumble from his lips.

“Marius. Marius! Pace yourself. If you orgasm right now, I’m ending this call and you’ll never see this outfit again.” She sounded angry. Actually angry!

His eyes snapped open, but the screen was still dark. Nevertheless, he could picture her stern eyes and downwards-turned mouth. And that stubborn chin. Dammit, he knew she meant business.

“Alright. Alright. You just sounded so sexy, I got carried away. I won’t jerk myself that fast. Let’s keep going.”

“No. First you sit on your hands. Don’t touch yourself again until I say so.”

His jaw dropped. What? What in the hell? Was she bossing him around?

“Jie jie….. Jie jie, please?”

He was putting on his best pleading voice and using the saddest puppy dog eyes, they worked every time.

“No.” The single syllable came with finality and authority. No hesitation whatsoever. He could tell she wasn’t going to budge.

He raised his hands in surrender and slid them under his thighs. But inside his mind he was fuming.

“See? No hands, no touching.”

He looked mournfully down at his erect penis, hot, bright red, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, straining for relief, aching with the need to sheath inside Rosa’s tight wet–

“Marius?”

His forlorn face turned up the phone but the screen was still dark. The frustration at being led around by the nose like this was chipping away at his confidence. Had she ever been this controlling in the bedroom? He couldn't recall her acting like this before. It didn’t feel … natural. But he was still going along with it. Why? He mentally shook his head to clear the feeling and get back to the action.

“Right, sorry.”

Where had he left off? Oh yeah, about to move on to fingering her.

Inhaling deeply, he attempted to return to that sexy mood he had built earlier, “With one finger still rubbing your clit, my other hand slides to your pussy. I know you’re ready for at least two fingers. I sink them inside you and get them coated with your juices. Then I start pumping them in and out slowly.”

He had expected to hear a moan or something, but all that was coming from her side was heavy breathing. He paused.

“Rosa? Are you doing what I’m saying? Are your fingers inside you yet?”

“Oh. Um, no, it’s easier to use a toy for what you’re describing, so I was just getting that ready. Sorry. Hang on.”

He felt like he had completely lost control of this situation. Or maybe he never had it to begin with. A toy? What was wrong with her own fingers? Mounting annoyance was visible on his face, and he hoped she could see it. But no audible reaction confirmed that she had noticed at all as she gave a breathless “Okay!” And then in a lower purring voice, she prompted him, “Fuck me with your fingers, hun. Just the way I like it.”

And just like that, at her command his mind was back in the zone.

“I start out slow, watching your face melt into bliss. In. And out. In. And out.”

He could hear a wet squelching sound from her side as he kept the tempo steady. He nodded approvingly, finally grinning again.

“That’s right, nice and slow, until you start to get impatient. Do you want me to speed it up, babe?”

“Y-yes. Yes-s-s-s-sss…” A high-pitched gasp followed.

“I put more pressure on your clit while I fuck you harder and faster. I love how your body trembles on my lap.”

“More, mmm…more. Hnngh!”

The wet noises were increasing in rhythm and so was her gasping. In his excitement Marius leaned forward, forgetting to sit on his hands. His knuckles were grasping his knees as he stared at the darkened screen as if he could actually see her through the barrier.

“I add a third finger, and thrust as far as I can go, stretching you wide. And then I curl my fingers up to brush that sweet spot over and over and over and–”

A guttural moan spilled through the phone, louder than any other noise she had made that night. Marius heard the bed creaking and then her voice again, “I … I came. Oh mmm…. Good job, babe. Oh my god…” A sigh of weary bliss is heard after a few seconds.

Marius sat back, pleased with himself. He rearranged the robe and shorts so he can begin jerking off. He eagerly awaited for the screen to show his lovely girlfriend. Ten seconds went by. Twenty. He heard water running in the background.

“Rosa?”

Her voice sounded like it was coming from farther away, “I’m just cleaning myself up a little. Legs are slightly wobbly and making it difficult to get around, heh. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“No, don’t clean up. You’re just going to get all wet again.” His cheeky tone and smirk were brimming with confidence.

Her answer was just as challenging and plucky, “Oh? Sound rather sure of yourself there. Let’s see if you can make good on that promise.”

He blinked rapidly as his view was flooded with light. She had uncovered her camera and taken it off the stand, holding it in her hand so her face filled the screen. The surface of her neck and cheeks were flushed scarlet and her eyes were glossy with lust.

She winked at him, “You were such a good boy with keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. AND you got me to cum. You deserve a special reward.”

Marius’s brain was doing little somersaults trying to make her sexy words FEEL good, but they still nipped at him in all the wrong places, rubbing his nerves raw. He ignored her “good boy” praise as much as he could while focusing on the pleasure to come next.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“As I describe what I’m doing to you, I’ll move the phone to that spot so you can get a close-up. And if you want to see a part of me or have me do something particular, all you need to do is ask. I’ll do and say whatever you want tonight, hun.”

She blew him a kiss and smiled.

There was a hint of shyness in her eyes and he realized that maybe she wasn’t nearly as self-assured in tonight’s performance as she let on with all that brave talk from before. Perhaps she had kept the camera covered because she needed the allusion of being hidden so she could really let herself go? Marius’s more generous side took hold of this possibility and ran with it. Giving her the benefit of the doubt lessened the annoyance he had felt at her taking charge like she had. He wasn’t used to being condescended to like that, especially not from her. Yeah, maybe she had just been putting on an act and needed the privacy to keep up her courage. That had to be it.

He nodded to himself as if to convince his worries away, and then began stroking his dick leisurely as he threw Rosa a cocky look. “So you’re my own private cam girl is what you’re saying?”

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After he had climaxed – which didn’t take long – Rosa suggested they take their phones to the bed and lie down so it looks like the other person’s face is right there on the pillow next to them. He wished her good night and sweet dreams while she wished him a good morning. Cute little mumblings and screen kisses followed until he had to go.

He smiled at how such a lewd call could end sweetly, but he also knew that was exactly how the two of them were. Sometimes they couldn’t keep their hands out of the other one’s pants, and sometimes they would blush as simply holding hands. He loved that about her, about them as a couple.

He had never experienced all-encompassing love like this before. Rosa accepted everything about him. What a gift. He could never earn that, never repay her. But that’s what love was, right? Freely giving something to your special someone what they don’t deserve, and accepting all they are without making them feel worse about those weird ugly things they already are ashamed of.

In that case, maybe he ought to ask her sometime about that bossines she was exhibiting earlier, and see if that’s something she was afraid to show him. Was that one of her sides that she thought was ‘weird’ and didn’t want to risk letting it out?

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