Darkward-Archive

“Yes, we do. Boris has a mission to have me fired and him in my place. If I wish to keep my position then I need to go kiss ass.” Edward sighed as he failed at fixing his tie correctly. 

“I don’t mind you being possessive, but you also have to let me handle some things on my own” she smiled, kissing his cheek before she turned to go back into ‘The Hobby Lobby’. “It’s a glue gun, that can preheat and give me full temperature control.”

“I don’t want to be possessive of you, I want you to go and come as you please, I just have no trust of others these days.” He smiled at her kiss and wrapped his fingers with hers as she led them both back to the store. “Should I start a tab here for you, like we do in bars?” The man pondered as he nodded to the staff.

“Edward– nothing like that will happen again, you’re always right there, so is Sam. You have to trust that if you can’t, he will take care of me” Marissa sighed, cupping his cheeks in her hands. “Trust that you’ve done your job in training me.”

With a soft smile, Edawrd turned his cheek so he could press a kiss to her palms. “I love you, I’ll try to stop being so suffocating of you” He promised and pulled her in lose. “Let’s go buy you that new contraption for the crafts.”

“I’m wearing your collar… Clothing you approved and did nothing wrong. What more do you want from me?” Marissa demanded as she pulled back all together. She hated this– when he got like this, it made her feel ruined almost, not good enough. “I’m going to go wait in the car. .  .I don’t think I’ll be needing that glue gun anymore.”

Edward cursed himself for his attitude and quickly followed Marissa before she could leave “I’m sorry, I’m just....I worry that someone will do something to you....like last time.” He added the last part in a quiet voice, he hated bringing up her attack.

“Edward– he was just asking me for directions, he and his wife were lost” Marissa spoke as she hurried after him, grabbing one of his arms. “You’re my master, and you have nothing to worry about, I only want you.”

“Yes because asking for directions involves him staring at your chest while his wife was right besides him.” He shook off her arm and ran his hands through his ruined hair. “I’m...I need you to start wearing my my mark. I can’t have this kind of behavior going on, people leering at you with no sign of mine to warn them off.”