Steven grant x reader / Marc Spector being a hater.
Short fic - 279 words
“And the green one?” You ask with a hum, eyes not breaking from the Egyptology textbook Steven has laid across his lap. “Osiris” Steven replies softly, more focused on mapping your face then the technicolour pictures the pages had to display. “God of the underworld” he taps the block of text underneath the god, “so.. like hades?” You ask, he smiles as your eyes meet “Yes, I think so.” The space between you closes as he presses his lips to the skin of your temple, not remaining there long as his lips travel down to your jaw.
“Get a roooom..” his American alter, Marc, says groaning from where he watches unwillingly, in the living room mirror, placed in a. Metaphorical cuck chair. Steven ignores Marc, kissing down your face and towards your neck just to pull a reaction from the man watching the scene. “Mm, watcha doing?” You ask suppressing a giggle, “nothing..” Steven murmurs, closing the textbook to hold your waist instead “You’re up to something.” Steven simply grins and finally pecks your lips “Marc wants out.” He mumbles and rubs his thumb along the skin of your hip. “Marc wants you to stop being so gross.” Marc corrects, finally sitting up “and out.” He shrugs. Steven watches this and grunts, turning back to you. Steven smiles and leans in, pecking your lips. “Love you”, he says against you lips. You smile back “love you too.” He grins and pulls you down onto the sofa with him. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He rubs your back. “Suckers.” Marc mumbles. And Steven simply rolls his eyes and plants another kiss on your lips.
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Short n’Sweet! (Hopefully)
