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Coree Marx

Keegan Caplin
Story of my life!
-November 19, 2017
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Coree Marx
This is why we can’t have nice things, darling. Because you break them, I had to take them away.
-November 18, 2017
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Coree Marx
“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere."
-November 16, 2017
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Coree Marx
“Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes.”
-November 11, 2017
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Coree Marx

Barron Presley
Best dollar I ever spent.
Coree Marx
“Baaaaaby!”
-November 10, 2017
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Coree Marx
“When your album release is on your birthday and every sales update feels like another birthday gift!”
-November 10, 2017
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Coree Marx
“Album releases tonight at midnight. What? Could not be any more excited than I am right now. And yes, I’m going out at midnight to buy it!”
-November 10, 2017
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"New stuff."
-November 7, 2017
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Coree Marx is with Barron Presley.
"I cannot wait to be his wife. I will, because he's worth it. But I'd marry him tomorrow if it was an option.”
-November 5, 2017
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Coree Marx

Barron Presley
"My granddaddy's guitar looks way better on you."
Coree Marx
“I love you.”
Barron Presley
"I love you too...but you should keep it."
Coree Marx
“Barron… I just wanted to touch it. I have no right to keep it,” she offered, shaking her head no as it was entirely bigger than she ever would be, though she couldn’t deny she liked the way it felt in her hands.
Barron Presley
"Why not? You're gonna' do more with it than I will." He'd remind her, as his music days were over and it would do little more than collect dust.
Coree Marx
Hearing him out, she would take a slow breath, trying to find a way that she thought that maybe she could. Feeling her eyes well with tears as she looked there towards him, she’d move the guitar to place it down beside her safely before her hand was reaching out to his.
Barron Presley
Watching her place down the guitar much to his displeasure as nothing was worth her leaving that space. Watching her reach as he'd give her his hand for a gentle squeeze.
Coree Marx
Feeling his hand there in her own with the tension he offered her there, she drew a breath as she looked to him. "I love you," she repeated, although she'd already said it once to the man in the last five minutes. "I love you with absolutely all that I am," she promised him, using their connected hands to pull herself closer to where he was there beside her. Feeling his love and support from her at all times, she knew it was that man's talents that had a hand in molding a young girl into someone that showed some kind of promise, though she would never feel as though she had a right to hold that guitar.
Barron Presley
Watching her pull herself in closer, he'd hardly given her the world. Just a piece of something that could encourage her further. Still, it wouldn't stand as such a big deal for the man. "Which isn't much." He'd tease, as she was about 90 pounds flat.
Coree Marx
Hearing him tease her, it wouldn't derail her in the slightest as the sentiment remained and there was nothing that could take it back, nor would she ever feel the need to. There had been a time that she thought he would think her crazy for pursuing a different walk within the world of music, but he was right there, supporting her at every step and her gratitude would be endless for his support was as well. "Well, it's all I have," she teased in return as it was true.
Barron Presley
"Yeah, that's enough." He seemed to promise her, as it was more than he'd ever dare ask for. Leaning over to press his lips to her temple as his face would bury against the top of her head.
Coree Marx
Feeling him there to her temple before feeling him at the top of her head, her hands found his sides as she drew herself into him, a soft smile to her features at the repeated promise that all she was would be enough. Her hands tensed there at his sides as she found herself completely blown away at the suggestion from him and just what the instrument was and would be. Knowing she in no way had the right to so much as touch it, much less have it, yet this man breathed confidence into her and her professional future at every turn. "I love you," she whispered there to his chest, knowing she'd already said it once, but moved to speaking those words again just the same.
-November 4, 2017
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Coree Marx
"In the middle of the night, in my dreams...
You should see the things we do, baby.
In the middle of the night, in my dreams...
I know I'm gonna be with you,
so I take my time...
In the middle of the night...
Baby, let the games begin.
Let the games begin.
Let the games begin.
Are you ready for it?"

Barron Presley
"what do we do?"
Coree Marx
“I’ll show you.” Smirks.
Barron Presley

Coree Marx
“Baaaaby. Are you hiding yourself from me…?” Frowns.
Barron Presley
"Goin' back to bed." Tiredly turns around and shuffles his blanketed bare ass back to the room.
Coree Marx
Watches as he turns around and heads to the bedroom, a pout there to her lips as she watches him leave.
Barron Presley
Bare ass still visible from the bottom of the blanket. Laying down abruptly onto the bed as he curled into the blankets.
Coree Marx
Walks in slowly behind him, smirking at the sight of his ass. "Uhh, Baby?" she asks as she leans against the doorway, biting gently at her lower tier. "You forgot something."
Barron Presley
"Huh?" He'd ask, eyes up towards her at the doorway.
Coree Marx
"Me."
Barron Presley
"You're right there."
Coree Marx
"But you're over there."
Barron Presley
"But you're right there."
Coree Marx
"But..." Pouts.
Barron Presley
Slips under the layer of covers on the bed yet still can't seem to cover his bare ass.
Coree Marx
The hint of a smile steals the corners of her mouth even within that pout as she steps forward, finding her way to his side of the bed where she slipped in at his side on the available two inches of space as her hand found his bare ass, gripping him firmly there in her hand.
Barron Presley
"Hi, groper." He teased as a brow lifted.
Coree Marx
"Your ass is out," she reminded him as though he didn't know. "So I took it as an invitation," she explained, gripping his ass firmly in her hand.
Barron Presley
"It won't cover." He complained honestly as he dragged up the blanket.
Coree Marx
"That means that you need me," she decided, a kiss to the back of his shoulder as she let her hand drift between his thighs.
Barron Presley
"Is that what it means?" He asked, not sure how that equaled up but whatever she said as he felt the movement of her.
Coree Marx
"Mhm," she hummed to the back of his shoulder. "Do you not?" she asked, eyes there to the side of his face, questioning if she was wrong.
Barron Presley
"How do you mean?" He asked, overthinking her statement in what capacity she was stating he needed her. "Like I need need you?"
Coree Marx
Letting her hand drift down between his thighs where she'd manage a single fingertip to find him between his own legs. "Like need me here... in this bed... with you..." she offered, attempting to clarify as she let her teeth gently graze against the curve of his shoulder.
Barron Presley
"Oh." Thinking she meant that he needed her in general which was hardly disputed. Understanding as he felt the movement of her hand as he felt her at his shoulder. "I always want that. Just like I always want a nap."
Coree Marx
Humming there to his shoulder, it would really be his call now that the offer had been laid. "But what do you want /more/?" she asked, her teeth there to his shoulder, gently nipping at the bare flesh of the man.
Barron Presley
"Mmm..." weighing his options before he'd glance back towards her. "Suppose that's a question of how cranky you want me later."
Coree Marx
Meeting his eyes she'd drag her lower tier through her bite as she tilted her head to one side. "Sleep," she finally agreed, letting her hand find the back of his thigh as she admitted her defeat, never wanting him to be cranky.
Barron Presley
Not expecting such an answer as his brows reflected his surprise. "Okay." He'd state, head falling back to the pillow.
Coree Marx
Struggling with what she wanted and what was best for him, she'd always lean towards taking care of him in whatever capacity she could, knowing that he could shift it all if he wanted to, but never wanting to come off as putting her own needs before his.
-October 27, 2017
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Coree Marx is with Barron Presley.
"Baaaaaby."

-October 27, 2017
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"Were you ready for it...?"
-October 27, 2017
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Barron Presley to Coree Marx
"I love you more than dead stuff." Drawn out closely in fresh candy corn and left on the kitchen counter for her to find in the morning.
Coree Marx
The following morning, she would rise to find him sleeping there in bed beside her. Knowing it wasn’t often that she left him be first thing in the morning, she would do so this morning if only to find some coffee as the night before had been a late one, producing what might be a strong line or two to be completed when the inspiration grabbed hold of her once again. Finding the candy corn on the counter, she read his words before a full smile took her features. Pressing the button on the coffee maker to start it, he just assured he wouldn’t be sleeping in that morning as she returned to the bed, straddling over the sleeping man without a moment of pause or consideration. “I love you too, Barron Presley," she offered in a whisper as her lips found the side of his neck.
-September 25, 2017
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There had been so many birthdays celebrated between the two, but the excitement going into this one would be something altogether different. This time, she wasn’t buying a gift for her boyfriend, or even her long time boyfriend, but her fiance. She knew there would be many more birthdays and holidays where she was doing just this, but this would mark the first. In her mind, it marked the beginning of their marriage, though they were years away from it. Ever since he put that ring on her finger, there had been an excitement brewing in the woman that wasn’t contained by the time frame they were dealing with. Many brides to be were chomping at the bit to get down the aisle with their fiance’s, some within months of the question being asked even. Though a part of her could see herself as that person, this was far more fitting in her own mind. She and Barron had taken the long road and it had its bumps along the way, but the ring on her left hand signified their promise and commitment to continue forward together, to find their way through whatever might come their way, and to do so together. For so long as she had wanted that promise and official commitment of where this was going, she knew beyond all doubt that it was real. It wasn’t just the next logical step. It wasn’t pressured by anyone or anything. It was simply them, both being ready, and taking that next step when it made sense to them. All of this was on her mind as she set out to find the perfect birthday gift for him, yet nothing she found would remotely do justice to what she felt for the man. Everything felt surface level and superficial. She wasn’t one to ridiculously spend on things that held no importance and this would be no different. She liked things that were practical to be given as gifts, things that could actually be used and enjoyed. Yet she kept coming up empty handed.
For weeks she searched and as his birthday was rapidly approaching, she was losing faith that she’d find anything at all and be stuck doing something completely lame like offering herself as his gift, even though he got her every day and night. She wanted something more, something tangible, something he could enjoy day in and day out. She wouldn’t let herself get down though as such a thing just wasn’t her way to begin with and she’d keep on looking. Finally, she found something. Something that she thought suited him perfectly. Something he would have many opportunities to use and could potentially think of her each time he did.
That morning, the first gift would be presented to him from Gremlin, yet she hadn’t given him one from herself. A travel mug with a saying on it that she truly thought suited him best, she would have gotten it on a t-shirt if she could have found such a thing, having a feeling he would have worn it on the daily. Later that night, the two would enjoy a dinner out. In the city, it seemed celebrity didn’t matter so much and though there were the occasional situations where they were stopped or photographs were being taken, they were both active enough in the city itself that the spottings weren’t all that rare to begin with. In one of their most frequented restaurants, the two enjoyed dinner before a small box was brought to the table by the waiter and placed there at the edge. Coree glanced over, a smile to her features as she had dropped off this gift earlier in the day. “The gift this morning was from Grem, but this is from me,” she offered. Reaching over to the box that the waiter had placed beside her, she reached her hand over to him, passing the gift officially to him. Inside, he would find a tie bar and cuff links in a lego formation, etched in silver that she had thought he could use when he had to be in funeral attire as it was really the only place he could truly show himself in his suits that consistently had to be the same.

Barron Presley
“So fuckin' cool."
Coree Marx
"I'm glad you like them, Baby."
-September 1, 2017
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Barron Presley
Don’t fear the reaper. (Is the reaper with a pocket full of Roman candles, a lighter, an appetite for destruction and a heavy trigger finger.)
Coree Marx
“Baby, you have such sweet pillow talk.”
-August 28, 2017
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Coree Marx
“Barron, your attention is requested. I miss your face.”
-August 28, 2017
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