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Summary: Mark survives his confrontation with Begbie.
Warning: Mark & Reader have been drinking alot. Mark takes reader outside, consensual sex ensues.
Note: This is Mark Renton & reader dynamic from Past and Present, Bookends of Life.
“Begbie’s is back in jail!”
They shouted, they cheered!
Beers were sloshing around Sick Boy’s bar. The hours ticked by as beers and shots continued to be poured, drank and refilled. As the night went on, the music grew louder and the foam became more visible as it crowned the beers. Everyone was celebrating.
In the middle of it all, Mark had managed on his legs that had grown wobbly on beer to the jukebox. Putting his mug down, he dug his fingers into his pockets and found the right amount of coins needed. A lopsided but wide smile spread across his face as he popped them.
Despite the device in his chest, and along with all the beers he had, his heart was racing.
He ran his finger down the glass as he looked for his song, the song the meant everything to him.
It was a song that when he played it back at his night club had initially confused his younger patrons. They were not acquainted with the beats it brought.
Eventually, they got used to his style of running things would enjoy it when he spoil himself on certain nights and play nothing but songs from Oasis, Blur, and Underword along with countless others to remind himself that there had been a time in his life when he had been cool, untouchable. Or at least it had felt like that most of the time.
In the darkest place of his heart it was those nights, he’d remember Spud or Sick Boy and even Tommy. He was glad, that no more did he feel the exquisite and addictive kisses of heroin. His body was clean except for the beers or several cups of coffee he would indulge in.
At that moment, he finished the last of the beer that was in the mug he held. He put it down on the table near by. The beat began, it wasn’t long before his heart match that beat. Everything else was downed out around him except for that song.
Energy surged through him.
“He didn’t kill me!” Mark exclaimed as he bent unbelievably backwards before straightening and he started to dance.
******
You slid off your bar stool, somehow you had not stumbled. All of the drinks, which at some point you had lost count of came rushing through you. Giggles bubbled up from deep within you. You were feeling good.
You hear what Mark had so victoriously exclaimed. You were beyond elated that animal has not gotten claws into Mark. If he had you don’t know what you had done. These last few weeks had been a whirlwind.
You danced over to where he was dancing. When you drew closer his wide smile grew unbelievably wider. The twinkle became brighter in his eyes.
“Little dove get over here.” He reached out and his slender fingers wrapped around your waist. You pulled you close and together you danced.
Wrapping around your arms around him you let the beat of the music over take you. You loved seeing him this happy. These last few days the stress of Begbie had a gray cloud over him and you. The man had been terrifying.
“You’re my beautiful lass.” He drew close to you. His lips brushed yours as he spoke and moments later, he pressed them against you and you kissed you then.
The two of you swirled and moved together with the music. Your heart was racing the harder and faster as the two of you danced. You were practically attached with how close the two of you danced. His movements caused knots to tighten and loosen within you. He was almost as intoxicating as the beers and shots the two of you had managed to drink over the course of the night.
“Come with me, little dove.”
“Ok.”
Taking his hand, you watched as he glanced around the bar. Then quickly with you in tow, he brought you out the side entrance.
“Mark?” You managed tp squeak out before before he pulled you into a shadowy corner.
“I can’t wait.” He murmured, kissing you.
“Wait, what are we…oh!” You exclaimed as you found yourself being picked up and pressed against the brick wall. “Mark. Mark.” You watched as he made quick work of his pants. “What if…” He gave you that playful smirk that made you melt.
“No one is coming out here little dove. It’s just us.”
He had enough, he had watched out how skirt had teased him, as the material had swished over or sat on your soft thighs. So right now, no one was going to stop him from reaching under your skirt, slip your soft panties to the side. Barely a breath later and biting his bottom lip he managed to suppress a moan that came from the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, little dove you’ve wanted this as much as I did.” You were as wet as he was hard.
When you tilted your head back to meet his eyes, they were flames that matched his own passion. “I did.” You breathed.
Together, you both didn’t wait. You moved together, you kissed and moaned and even bit on each others lips. Hungry and passionate, that he was there and victorious over Begbie. He had been so afraid, more then he had cared to admit but here he was with his girl. The way your body moved and bucked under him made him harder then he had ever been in his life. “Damn, I love you.” He breathed.
“I love you, too.” The kiss was slowed but your bodies had not ceased. Your little pants and moans made him move harder against him.
“Cum for me baby. I want to feel it.” He urged.
Soft, cry and that was sweetest moan to ever come from you, he felt as you fluttered and tightened around him. “Oh Mark.” You called out.
“Little dove.” He moaned shortly after. You had showed him that now, after everything he still deserved happiness and a chance at a life. And he came hard, burying his face into your shoulder.
Breathless, panting he slowly eased you down to the ground. “Are you ok?” He came down to earth as he watched you straighten yourself. The realization hit him that possibly the brick wall had scrapped you. He looked you over.
You beamed up at him. “No, I’m fine. I’m wonderful.”
“Good. Ready to get back in there?” He motioned to the bar with his head.
You smiled and nodded. “Yes.”
“Good.” He reached out with his hand and you took it, your fingers interlaced. Bringing your hand to lips, he kissed your knuckles as his heart swelled. He was even happier to start his new life with you.
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