Hi sorry for the bother I recently found your blog and I'm sucker for it. If it's not a problem can I request something with Marc Bernal where reader and him in long distance? Thank you
HOME, MARC BERNAL.
➤ Summary: You and Marc were dating long distance, because your college was in a small town next to Barcelona, so he decided to come visit you after three months of not being there.
➤ Warning: fluff.
➤ Author's note: I really love him, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭
English is not my native language, so there may be errors due to translation and me not knowing 100% of English.
The sound of the key in the lock was enough to make your heart race, almost painfully. You shot up from the couch so quickly that the cozy blanket fell to the floor, but you didn't even care. The long months of waiting, the never-enough video calls, the cold nights... all of that was going to end now.
The door opened and there he was. Marc Bernal. He looked a little more tired, with a large backpack and a small rolling suitcase, but the smile that spread across his face when he saw you was exactly the same—the one that made the corners of your eyes crinkle and lit up any dark corner.
"My life," he said, his voice a little hoarse from the journey, but filled with an emotion that made her eyes well up.
Without a word, you ran to him. He dropped his backpack on the floor with a thud and opened his arms, engulfing you in a hug that smelled of airplanes and of him, that unique scent of his that you tried to remember every night on your pillow. You buried your face in his chest, feeling his cool coat against your face, but his warmth was already beginning to win out.
“Finally,” you whispered, voice shaky, clinging to his back as if he would disappear.
Marc wrapped his arms tighter around her, a deep, relieved sigh escaping his chest. He pressed a long, wet kiss to the side of her neck. "See? I told you it would work. I'm here."
You pulled your head back, just enough to look up at his face. Your eyes roamed over every detail of his face—the tired but happy eyes, the nose, the mouth that smiled just for you. He did the same, his expression softening even further, filled with an adoration that left you breathless.
"I love you," you said, the words coming out in a whisper, like a secret only he could hear.
The declaration made her eyes shine. "I love you more."
He then lowered his head and captured your lips in a kiss. It wasn't a kiss of desperation or frenzied lust, but of recognition. It was slow, deep, and sweet, filled with all the pent-up longing of the past few months. His lips moved with a familiarity that sent a shiver down your spine. It was your safe haven, your home. You cupped his face in your hands, feeling the texture of his skin, slightly rough from the journey. Leaving your feet at his toes so he wouldn't have to bend down too far.
When they broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against hers, and they both lay there, panting, just looking at each other, absorbing each other's presence.
"I need a shower," he chuckled softly, his warm breath mingling with hers.
"Later," you murmured, pulling him into another kiss, this time even sweeter, an 'I don't want you to move an inch away' kiss.
He chuckled against your lips and allowed you to guide him to the couch, never breaking contact completely. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled against his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart. His hand began to trace slow circles on your back, a soothing, loving touch you missed every day.
"How are you?" he asked, his chin resting on top of her head. "Really."
"I'm perfect now," you replied, pressing yourself closer to him. "Before, I was... incomplete. Without you here."
He pressed his lips to her hair. "I know. Me too. But it was worth every second away, knowing that in the end I would come back to you."
He pulled you back to see you again, his large, warm hands cupping your face with a gentleness that contrasted with their strength. His thumbs caressed your cheekbones.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life," he whispered, the sincerity in his voice making her stomach churn with happiness. "And you're all mine."
"All yours," you confirmed, turning your head to leave a kiss on the palm of his hand. "Always."
And they stayed there, entwined on the couch, in the dim light of the apartment. The silence was comfortable, broken only by their synchronized breathing and the distant sound of traffic outside. Marc's hand never stopped caressing you: gliding down your back, up to your hair, playing with the ends, down to your arm, always with a tenderness that spoke more than a thousand words.
Suddenly, he sighed, a deep sound of contentment. "Remember that night on the phone, when the connection was so bad and we were trying to hear each other for almost an hour?"
You laughed, your face still hidden in his neck. "I remember. You were telling me about training and suddenly your voice became robotic. I was so frustrated."
"Me too," he admitted. "I was so angry at that sign. I just wish you could hear me properly. I just wish you were there." His voice softened. "Or here."
“I’m here now,” you whispered, lifting your face to meet his again.
This time, the kiss was a little more intense. The longing was beginning to transform into a more palpable, more urgent need. His hands moved from your face to your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You felt his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging lightly, and a shiver ran through you.
You shifted on his lap, adjusting yourself so you were kneeling on the couch, facing him, so you could wrap your arms around him completely. Now you were the one holding his face, kissing him with a devotion that made him moan softly. It was a sound you loved, a sound that meant he was as lost in that moment as you were.
Between one kiss and another, words continued to escape, as if they both needed to fill the void of months of forced silence.
"I thought about you every day," Marc breathed, his lips trailing along her jawline. "Every damn day. At the café, I'd think, 'She should add more sugar to this.' In the locker room, I'd hear a song and think, 'I need to send this to her.'"
"Me too," you confessed breathlessly as he found that sensitive spot just below your ear. "Everything reminded me of you. I missed everything."
He paused for a moment, just to look into her eyes. The dim light of the room captured the dark brown glow of his eyes, filled with such raw emotion that they seemed almost vulnerable.
"You make me so strong," he said, his voice deep and serious. "Knowing you're rooting for me, believing in me... There's nothing I wouldn't do for that. For you."
The words echoed inside you, filling every empty space the distance had created. You couldn't speak, so you just fisted your fingers in his hair and pulled his lips to yours again, kissing him with all the gratitude, all the love, and all the promise you felt.
Gradually, the slight urgency of the kiss faded, returning to its slow, lazy rhythm. The initial anxiety had dissipated, replaced by the comforting knowledge that they had time. All the time in the world.
"Okay," Marc murmured, after a long, sweet kiss. "Now I really need that shower. I smell like a plane and an airport."
"I like it," you protested softly, still clinging to him.
He laughed, a rich, warm sound that vibrated in her own chest. "You're the only person in the world who would say that. But will you come with me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in invitation. "Tell me everything I've missed these past few months. Every detail."
He got up from the couch, pulling you with him, never letting go of your hand. His touch was firm, secure, as if to say 'no more distance.' And as he led you toward the bathroom, your suitcase still abandoned in the hallway and the blanket still on the floor, you knew that no matter what the future held, it didn't matter. In that moment, with your hands intertwined and the sound of his voice filling the house, everything was absolutely perfect. The long distance was over. Now, it was just them.
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