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He had to know that Jane and Lisbon had a thing for each other, right? He kinda had an inkling even before the relationship because he asked Wylie what the deal was with them and if they were a couple.

The cynical part of my mind thinks that the reason he tried to move away with Lisbon and rush the relationship was because he knew it was only a matter of time before Jane and Lisbon's feelings spilled out and became undeniable. And also he wanted to move them away because he was insecure about the fiery heart eyes they were flashing at each other constantly.

A beautiful shower to share with you? Yes bby, I found it.

Pero:

@ensonando Rebecca, my forever favorite 😘 I love this question, thank you for asking it!

By way of an answer, here's a little something sweet for you since it took me a million years to log in and see this 💖

You stopped caring about the movie half an hour ago.

But why would you, when Marcus’s long, broad body is a warm weight against yours, half-pressing you into the couch cushions as he seeks out the next kiss?

He’s all strong arms and sturdy thighs and the cozy softness of gray sweatpants — he’d blushed when you finally confessed why you like them so much — and when he’s holding you like this, like you’re more precious than the art he handles every day, there’s no place you’d rather be.

His scent, clean laundry and warm skin and the hint of woodsy cologne that clings to his clothes, envelops you along with his arms. The spice of the mid-afternoon tea you shared lingers on his tongue as it strokes against yours in an unhurried, almost lazy rhythm.

It’s not a prelude to something else, not a stepping stone. He’s just kissing you, enjoying you, like he has all the time in the world, with that wholehearted enthusiasm he applies to everything he cares about.

You sink your fingers into the silky tufts of his hair on a swell of affection, pulling him closer still.

Marcus’s deep, rumbled hum of contentment reverberates in your own chest and plush lips trail from your mouth to your jawline and back again. He breaks away just enough to trace the tip of his proud nose over the bridge of yours before planting a soft kiss on it.

The grin that pulls at your mouth is reflected in his own, his cheek shadowing with a dimple.

“Do you still want to go out for dinner?” he asks.

You cradle his cheek with your hand, gently drawing your thumb over the soft swell of his bottom lip. “Nope.”

His dimple deepens. Dark eyes reflect the glimmers of light from the TV, but the only stars in them are for you.

Raven, you are an angel and I’ve been sick this weekend with a norovirus and feeling so sad and this ficlet just cured me!! It’s perfect. I wanna so badly. You are an amazing writer at setting a scene. Thank you so much for sharing this. I loooove it

Ok I have thought so much about this! Yesterday I chose Max Phillips and I gotta say, I stand by that, but my runner up would be Jack Daniels.

I have a seduction kink and it would be so gratifying to bring these two arrogant assholes to their knees. I’d love the process of seducing them on my sofa. So as much as Javier, Francisco, Marcusx2, and the others would be fun to make out with, the added element of seduction and making them jelly-legged pushes them to the top of the list

Ok please know I have given this a lot of thought and I’m going with…Max Phillips! He’s super sexy in his suit, flirty, hot, and not a good candidate for a full sex session, but a sofa interlude? I think I’d really enjoy it!