A/N : Hello guys I am back with the second part of All I want.
I know it's been ages since I posted its first part but I got super busy and didn't have the time … sorry :(
Anyway I hope you guys like this.
Disclaimer :Sadly I do not own The Gifted or any of it's characters even though I want to have my own personal John ;p
PART II :
He found her lounging in the small sofa in the vault room that they shared. Her eyes closed and head resting titled back. Her beautiful face looked so vulnerable like this, the porcelain color of her skin so untouchable and fragile. Her green eye lashes leaving fanning shadows over her lids in the dimly lit room. He kneeled before her, waited a few seconds more wanting to imprint her stunning face in his mind, when she sat like this, devoid of anger or hatred towards him.
She sensed him, his masculine scent tickled her.
Slowly she opened her eyes, silently she watched the poignant play of emotions running over his handsome face. Momentarily too afraid to break this trance of peace and togetherness even when apart, she remained quite.
"Lorna." he finally whispered her name, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I.. Will you let me?"
"Let you what?" she mumbled leaning closer. Their faces just a breath apart, her eyes meshed with his.
"Love you." he finished and she laid her lips on his nuzzling at first, relishing, wallowing in the beauty of his taste and their union. His lips grasped hers like a lifeline, their passion as strong and as sweet as ever. Her hands fisted in his hair and he lifted her in his arms, getting up and fitting her across his frame. They met, like two lost pieces of a puzzle. His hands traced her body, frantic and reverant all at once. It spurred her she darted her tongue in his mouth and tasted his groan. She in turn moaned his name and it was the most pleasing sound to him ever. She shed his jacket and shirt, her nails dug in his back, "Lorna, ….I need you." he confessed and pinned her to a wall nearby.
Her clothes came off too, he lavished kisses down her neck and torso causing her back to arc like a bow. She was now flush with her breasts crushed against the rigid muscles of his chest. He reached for his belt and she whimpered, "Let me."
With a flick of her wrist his belt and jeans were off. She smirked, desire clouding her mesmerizing eyes. He kissed her lips once and then kissed again as if just one wasn't enough, it never was.
Her hands kneaded the muscles of his back, making him wild. She bucked under his weight, need fuzzing her mind.
They ended up in bed. His arms cradled her holding her close. Her mouth founds his, kissing nipping and tasting. It was glorious, their passion burst through them like fireworks.
His hands cupped her buttocks, for a second he pulled away, looked down into her desire filled eyes. "Mine." he mumbled and entered her in one possessive and swift move, wringing a tortured moan from her lips.
It had been too long, a thought made home in her mind. "I missed you." she whispered, her lips close to his ears. His grunts and her moans filled the room, the air pregnant with desire and intimacy.
An aura of colored energy surrounded them, as they moved together, finding their rythm, pleasuring each other. The colours turned brighter as he combed his fingers through hers and pistoned inside her. Her legs hooked around his waist and they rode each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
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She lay in the warm cocoon of his arms. Marcos had dozed off after their ravenous love making. She traced his face with a fingertip wanting to touch and kissed the corner of his beautiful mouth.
He was so handsome, with a boyish innocence about him. He was so powerful, and yet he had a tender heart, so loyal and generous.
She hugged him, suddenly affected by an overpowering need. His arms instantly came around her of their own volition, though he was still asleep. She smiled at his endearing possessiveness and closed her eyes. Sleep soon engulfed her too.
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Her lashes fluttered open and he was smiling down at her, she wanted to stay like this forever. She encircled her arms around his neck as he hovered over her, careful not to put his weight on her. He kissed her once, a slow and sensuous kiss that tingled her toes.
He turned on his back and cuddled her in his arms. She acted all tough but he knew she loved it when he held her close to him.
"Lorna?" her limbs tangled with his. She ran lazy patterns over his bare chest. His fingers stroking her arms.
"Yeah?"
"Tell me how to make this okay?" He asked, desperately wanting to bridge the distance he felt widen between them, when they were no longer making love.
She sighed and disentangled from his arms. Hastily she grabbed her shirt and wore it.
"Lorna?" he got up too. Putting on his own clothes he followed her. He grabbed her arm before she could leave the room. She had never backed down from a confrontation but her reluctance now gave rise to a staggering panic.
She glanced at him and reeled from the emotion reflecting upon his handsome face. It rocked her core.
"Marcos please." she didn't know what she was pleading for or perhaps she knew she didn't want to lose this transient truce between them.
"Please what?" he grasped her chin gently. "Is this all we have left? All passion and no love. Answer me and put me out my misery."
"If it's an answer you're not looking for then what?" her sudden outburst as she pulled away from him, surprised and hurt him.
"Then I'll... " he swallowed a lump of his own emotions. "Then I'll figure something out."
She could see he was aching.
"Figure what out Marcos? Figure out a way to move on from .. us." Lorna's voice was shaky. She was strong, probably stronger than most mutants here but she felt so weak right now.
"Do you know how I feel when you pull away from me? I feel weak and pathetic.…" He lifted his palms, golden light began shining, "All of this and I feel powerless. Before you I did not have a family. The people who claimed to love me treated me like a weapon. I was just a disposable commodity to them. You made me realize I was more, and I was worth so much more. But obligation and gratitude has nothing to do with what I feel for you."
"Marcos…I..." her eyes filled with the pain that ricocheted through her body. She knew if she had to say anything now was the time, this was the defining moment for their relationship.
"That day when I came back, in the car you said that you couldn't wait to meet our child. You never even considered that our child would be in jeopardy if we bring him or her in to this cruel world."
"Lorna… I never meant to dismiss your inhibitions…
"Maybe you didn't do it intentionally but you don't get it." a little irked now.
"I understand Lorna ..." he advanced when she took a step back and sighed in irritation.
She tilted her head, "You understand what? Han? Tell me." She took a step closer and pushed at him. "You don't know anything Marcos Diaz."
"Maybe I don't anymore. But I know I want our child and I want you." the conviction in his declaration affected her immensely.
"What if you had to choose?" her whispered question landed a blow to his heart.
"Please do not ask me to."
Lorna found her sentiments in an overdrive. She loved Marcos but bringing a baby into a world where being a mutant was worse than being a criminal was insane. Her eyes glittered with a sheen of angry tears.
Marcos immediately stepped forward wanting to soothe her but her one short merciless command stopped him short.
"Don't." Lorna ordered. "Don't Marcos."
Pain deep and blinding coursed through her as she walked away.
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"It didn't work." Marcos flopped into the sofa. Clarice sat on the opposite one with her feet planted on the table.
"Poor child."
"Lorna refused to talk. No actually she talked but asked me to choose."
"Choose what? Satanism?" she asked when she saw the distress on his face.
"No."
"Then what? You look like she asked you to join a "Kill all mutants Cult" although she is more likely to kill that cult herself." Clarice joked.
"Her or the baby?"
Clarice immediately sat up straight her eyes sympathetic, "Man that's tough. So what are you gonna do?"
"I can't even imagine any harm coming to my baby. I won't even hesitate to kill anyone who tries to. But she is my heart. The thought of someone taking her away from me effing eviscerates me." determination and emotion evident in his bearing.
"So? What now? Are you giving up?"
"No! Never! I'd rather give up on life than give up on us. I just…" his jaw clenched, "Can not lose her." As if suddenly realizing the answer to his problems Marcos got up.
"Hey where are you going?" Clarice shot up too.
Marcos twisted back to answer, " I love her! And you don't give up on people you love. Even if I have to cross oceans for her I would."
Marcos hurried away. Clarice pondered on his parting words and unease settled inside her. As if from a vacuum she heard someone else saying those words to her.
A muffled echo sounded in her ears.
"I love you Clare! I won't give up on us! Not now not ever!"
"Clarice! Clarice!" Sonya's voice jolted her out of her trance.
"Yeah?" she breathed.
"You okay?" Sonya asked concerned.
"Yes. Why wouldn't I be?" she replied even though she could still feel her heart thudding in her ears. The memory or whatever it was more vivid than reality.
"So I understand you wanted me to take that false memory back?"
"Yep." Clarice nodded.
"Okay let's do it then."
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"I love you." Marcos confessed as he entered their vault room. Nails dug with a thwack in the window in their room Lorna was fixing.
"You don't creep up on someone using sharps, like that." Her body tingled as he uttered those three simple words. He had said it countless times before but it always managed to make her go mushy.
He took a step closer, "I love you. I will always love you. I will love you with every breath I take, I will love you with every beat of my heart and I will love you with every figment of my soul. Every day, every night, every moment that passes by my love for you resonates inside me like life. And I can give up anything for you, for your happiness. Anything." he cupped her face gently.
If his words made her mushy before, she felt as if she had been touched in every fibre of her very being with his confession now. Pleasure and desire rocked her and his abundant love shattered her. She understood what he was saying. Knew he was ready to honor her choice of not wanting to bring their child into this merciless world, it stunned her. His ability to love unconditionally often overwhelmed her but now more than ever.
She leaned closer and poured her love into a kiss.
"Love you." he mumbled again and floored her.
He broke the kiss but still held onto her.
"Marcos?" Lorna's fist rested over his heart, it's ryhthm vibrated in her ears, giving her peace.
"Hmm." tilting his head.
"I trust you. And between us both I think we can protect our baby."
"Lorna…"
"I want you to know that I want you and I want our baby. They tried to kill our child when I was prison…"
His jaw clenched with anger. "I'll burn them all. I'll…"
"Sshh. Shh. We are fine now. I just mean that it's not that I didn't want our baby cuz I did more than my own freedom but I'd rather die than let them touch our child."
"If you had told me what they did I would've…"
"Killed them?" she raised a brow.
"More..much more. They would've had a fate worse than that."
Lorna kissed him then to calm him down.
"When they come for us next we will fight them together." She took his hand interlinking it through hers and placed it over her abdomen. Aurora borealis shined over their child and they smiled.
"Together and for our child."
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Eclaris smut ! *blushes* but yayyy ( Hope you guys enjoyed it)
Eclaris made up ! Yayy !
So any guesses what's happening to Clarice?
If you want me to continue my ThunderBlink arc let me know I might even consider writing a multi-chap arc, so yeah review and let me know.