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" I don't ever want you to stop " she looked at his lips then bit her lip |
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Marco said nothing, just pulled her back to him quicker then a bullet. He quickly deepened it, not wanting to let go as he snaked a hand into her hair. |
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She kissed him back and wrapped her arms around him again |
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He kept kissing her, keeping the same grip throughout. |
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Softly moaned in the kiss |
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This only motivated Marco, him kissing her deeper as he shifted to hover above her. |
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Marco broke away for a moment, catching a few breaths before bringing their lips back together. All was peaceful until he heard voices outside the trailer, reckognizable voices, that is. He immediately scowled and stood, making sure he still had his pocket knife incase things got ugly. "Out of all circumstances you come out here while this goes on i'm never staying with you again." He thundered, walking out the trailer and making sure the door was shut as he saw a medium sized group, only one of them with a cigarette burning from his mouth. The man's cold blue eyes found Marco's, him taking one last drag before chucking the tobacco away and gleaming at Marco. "Marco, just who I was looking for." |
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She was confused and stood up and looked out the window she seen Amber from the corner and she had raised her head at the men but Amy was confused as to what was happening |
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The other man, Colm O'Driscoll threw the first punch, Marco tackling him before driving his fist into him until Colm went still, Marco standing before Colm just smiled standing back up. The fight went on for a while, Marco was bruised, Colm was broken, both were cut with eachothers knives. One deep gash on Marco's arm, numerous gashes across Colm's body. Eventually, after they settled, Marco threatened him once more before they both scoffed at eachother as Colm and the others walked off, Marco chuckling lightly as they headed off before going out of sight and saying every cuss in the book under his breath, quieting as he walked into the trailer and immediately turned on the sink, gushing the water into his arm as he cleaned off his blade before slipping it into his pocket. His gaze found Amy's, shrugging lightly. "Don't ask, we just have beef with eachother." |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
