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[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: Chapter 23

Steven Grant X OC X Marc Spector

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Fic Summary: Steven meets Sam and they strike up a quick relationship, both kindhearted and loving, they fall fast. But both have a lot going on. Steven had Marc and Moon Knight, and Sam has mental health problems of her own. Slowly, Steven starts to put together pieces of her story as Sam starts to get to know Marc and Jake.

Chapter Summary: Sam isn't feeling good while Marc is fronting. Marc considers letting Steven front (this is his area after all), but he decides to take care of her, to prove to himself he can do more than fuck and fight.

WARNINGS!!! Okay y'all, I may or may not have gone a little haywire with this chapter. Like..... its a lot. I will put^^^^^^^^ when the smut starts and ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ when it ends bc its gonna get funky. if you want to skip, you don't really need to know much except they fuck twice. Anyway.... heres the warnings. God forgive me for what I've done. PIV sex, period sex, fingering, oral f receiving on period, blood and bodily fluids, anal play (finger in butt, not full anal), unrealistic sex in a bathtub.... IDK what to tell you I just wanted to try my hand at this, stupid fight bc Marc is unable to allow himself to be happy. Mentions of Layla, struggles to orgasm, panic attack

Also, got some Jewish!Marc spector content, incase y'all forget

And a reminder that Sam is a character, not a a mary sue self insert. She is going to be flawed. If you think she over reacted here or don't think she handles marc's issues well, that's fine. She's not meant to be perfect. People aren't perfect.

OK here we go.

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Just Sam: I’m hemorrhaging

Marc about spit out his coffee. Logically, he knew that if she was actually hemorrhaging, she wouldn’t be texting him. It didn’t help the panic.

Steven with a V: ?!?!?!?!-M

Just Sam: Hi Marcy Marc! Hope I didn’t scare you.

Steven with a V: Why are you hemorrhaging?-M

Sam was used to texting Steven. Steven knew what ‘I’m hemorrhaging’ meant. As much as she loved Marc, and as much as the two of them have done some of the most filthy, disgusting things two humans in love can do to each other, somehow she couldn’t manage to be straightforward with Marc that she was on her period. Sam knew it wasn’t fair to put stereotypes on him, but Marc was Marc. He shoots guns and gets in fights, and was a marine… Steven bought her tampons and pads just to keep at his place in case of emergency,Sam hadn’t even asked for that. Sam had expected Steven to answer.

Steven with a V: OH! I see. Sorry, Steven’s resting for the evening.-M

Probably wore him out from last weekend’s fiasco. They hadn’t planned on seeing each other today, or tomorrow for the matter. Marc spent the night with her, but mornings? Mornings were a special time with Steven. Sometimes there was lazy morning sex, sometimes there wasn’t. There were always cuddles, forehead kisses, Sam liked to make him breakfast. He deserved someone looking after him, caring for him. She tried to make balanced breakfasts that were vegan and often found herself looking up meals to try to make Steven for dinner too. She wasn’t much of a cook, but for him? She’d give it a go.

Steven with a V: Are you okay?-M

Sam didn’t realize how much she’d been just… thinking

Just Sam: Sorry,  got distracted. And don’t be sorry Steven’s out, I’m always happy to hear from you, Starlight.

Steven with a V: Do you need anything? I can get you some snacks or bring you Motrin?

Just Sam: No I’m good, thank you baby. I just wanted to complain.

Marc knew this was better as Steven’s department. Everything was Steven’s department. Steven cooked for her, took her on romantic, thoughtful dates. Steven knew what words to say and when to say none. When to hold her and when to fuck her. Marc really had thought maybe, just maybe, that would be his department. But Steven was good at that too. Steven didn’t need to do what Marc did to get her to come multiple times a night, he could draw orgasm after orgasm from her with his mouth. Marc wasn’t sure if he remembered how to have sex without the slapping and the choking. He’d never say it, but the night they finally got together, he was terrified from multiple angles. The sex and the domecicity. The fact he said he loved her, that she said she wanted to be with him. It was against all his instincts to do this, to be domestic. That, again, Steven’s department. It had not gone well with Layla.

Just Sam: Did you have a good day honey?

She was changing the subject because she knew he was uncomfortable. She knew he couldn’t be what she needed. He needed to change something. He didn’t want to ruin what he had with Sam like he had with Layla. Marc briefly thought he should talk to Steven about this, Steven would be gung-ho for a heart to heart. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t drag Steven into his shit. Again. No, he knew what he had to do. He could make a start with Sam.

Steven with a V: Can I come over in a bit?-M

Sam smiled. She loved that he always signed off his texts with an M. She could tell who it was by how they texted, but even if they were in the middle of a conversation, he still signed off. He wanted to make sure she always knew it was him. Marc had this… fear, that Sam would think he was Steven and say or do something. He never wanted to trick her or mislead her. 

Just Sam: I would love that!

What would Steven do, what would Steven do

What would I do for what? He mumbled in the headspace, waking up. 

Go back to bed, I got it.

Come on mate, let me help. What’s going on

Sam’s on her period, I want to help but really, I want to do this myself… I gotta prove it to myself that I can. 

Okay, but wake me up if you need me

Well do, buddy

And Marc?

Yeah?

I think you’re really sweet

Shut up.

Marc walked around the store. Okay, what do girls like? Chocolate? Yeah, girls like chocolate on their period. Is that a stereotype? Layla never let him do much besides cook and clean when she was out of commission. Maybe he could do that. She always complained how messy her place was. Marc didn’t think it was actually dirty, just disorganized. She just had so much stuff. She liked memories. Yeah, he could help organize. He could also cook, not well but he could do it. She cooked Steven breakfast, Steven cooked her dinner. Marc looks at his watch. Okay, it’s 4. Plenty of time to get things and cook.

Marc got groceries for matzo ball soup, that used to make him feel better when he was a kid. Even after his mom stopped making Shabbot dinner, or any food in general, his dad was too busy to make anything most days. Marc was left to fend for himself. TV dinners, Kraft Mac and Cheese, chef boyardee… But one thing he could count on is if he was sick, his dad got him Matzo ball soup from the deli. If there was a game on (which there usually would be in Chicago) his dad would actually leave the office in their attic and come watch with him. Sometimes, if there was an important game on, Marc would pretend to be sick just to get his dad to watch with him. 

His dad really tried. Once Randall died, he essentially became a single parent. Wendy was no longer a parent, she was a ghost living in their house. With the cost of the funeral and Wendy unable to work (and sporting an expensive drinking habit) Elias started teaching at the local Rabbinical school. After a while, he picked up more and some conversion classes, various projects here and there in addition to his Rabbi duties. Marc knew he needed his own escape. It became easier to just dive into his work, his community, and his God than deal with what was happening at home.

Marc picked up some chocolate cake. Just in case.

He knocked, but there was no answer. Marc let himself in with their spare key. He took a look around her little studio. Not the smallest he’s seen in his life. He wondered, not for the first time, how she afforded it. When Sam wasn’t on break, she couldn’t quite hit full time hours, and day care wasn’t known for great pay. He knew she had lived on rotation with Jessica and Elena for close to 2 years, so maybe she saved up, but it seemed unlikely. Marc remembers a comment Dave had made, something about not sending her money when they couldn’t afford to feed her and Steven’s theoretical kids. Was he sending her money for the apartment? Was her mom? Chris?

She was dead asleep. He set down the groceries and put them away, washed the dishes and cleared away the trash. He took out the trash and the pizza boxes on the floor, making sure to change the bathroom trash as well. She stayed asleep. He frowned, she must really be out of it. He continued picking up the living room throwing away her twisted tea cans and the take out by her bedside that must’ve been lunch. Marc began cooking, when he dropped the pot and she still didn't wake he got worried. He set the almost-finished project on the stove to heat and went over to her bedside, couldn’t tell if she was breathing or not, and started to panic. There was no logical reason to think she was anything other than in a deep sleep, but he couldn’t stop his heart from pounding.

“Hey Sam, you okay?” He attempted to stir her with shaky hands.

Her eyes shot open with a gasp, and before either of them had a chance to think or move, she shouted and slapped him.

“Marc!” She was gasping for breath, sitting up and grasping her chest. “Oh my god I’m sorry-”

“No, it’s okay-”

“Holy fuck, you scared me I’m so sorry-”

“No I shouldn’t have-”

“Fuck” She ran off to the bathroom and before Marc could get there, she threw up, her bodies reaction to being scared.

Marc hurried in the bathroom. “Fuck, Sam I’m so sorry” He gathered up her hair as she finished spitting. 

“It’s okay, I was just- oh my god that tastes bad” Marc got a cup of water from the dixie cups on her bathroom counter. “Thank you, Starlight.” She swished out the puke and spit up in the toilet. Closing the lid, she flushed and sat back against the wall, clenching her fists and her face twisting.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Marc was kicking himself, all he wanted to do was treat her, but he managed to fuck that up too.

“Yeah I’m just… I gotta come down from the panic attack.”

Oh fuck, oh fuck He wanted to call Steven to take over, but he needed to be able to do this. “Would it help if I hold you? Or do you need space?”

Sam barely choked out the words. “Hold me please. My mind knows I’m safe, my body doesn’t” Her eyes were closed, brow furrowed in concentration.

That much Marc could do. He sits against the wall and picks her up, placing Sam between his legs. He wraps his arms around her carefully and bends his legs at her sides like metaphorical extra protection.

“Can you squeeze me tighter?” She asked, taking deep breaths.

He thought this would just make her have more trouble breathing, but he did as he was told. Marc took both of Sam’s hands in his and squeezed one, then the other. “Focus on my hands”

Sam did what he said “Right, left, right, left” she said out loud, allowing herself to focus on the monotony of his squeezing.

 After a few minutes, she calmed down “That hand thing, that helped a lot… thank you.” She started to get up.

“I’m glad.” He watched her, still in her work clothes; colorful leggings and a flowy, flower top. 

“Where did you learn that?” Sam asked, trying to sound inconspicuous, but she wanted more, another glimpse into his life before her.

“Nowhere” He lied

She sighed, barely audible. Another day, she supposed, before looking down. “Fuck.”

Marc followed her line of sight, there was blood leaking on the front of her light blue leggings. “I’ll get you clean pants, baby.” Marc scrambled up, walking out of the bathroom to her dresser. She shut the door behind him. “Sweats or leggings, honey?”

“Sweats please, and new underwear. The ugly ones in the back.” She called out. Marc brought it over, knocking on the door. 

Sam only opened enough to grab the clothing, but left the door cracked so she could keep talking. “This is the second pair of pants today. I got it at work, it was early. Jess had a spare change of clothes.” She peaked her head out, grinning. “Always gotta have spare clothes in childcare, but my last spare got puke on them on monday.” She tucked back away, digging for items below the sink. “It’s fucking heavy this time, shit fucking hurts. Elena stayed late so I could come home, my stomach hurt so bad.” She was rambling. Marc knew how much she hated missing work. “I feel like I’m bleeding out, tampons- fuck sorry, this is probably TMI”

Marc made himself comfortable on the floor sitting against the wall. “Honey, not to be too graphic but I’ve seen blood in plenty of other circumstances, and I’ve been married” Marc winced at mentioning Layla, this is why Steven was better at this. Sam knew, of course, but they never talked about it. Occasionally, Layla would call and Steven or Marc would talk to her, but it wasn’t often. He soldiered on. “This isn’t my first rodeo.”

“Right, right” She sounded like she was convincing herself. “Well, the tampons seem to bleed out every half hour or an hour. I didn’t think there was this much blood in a person.” The unmistakable sound of a pad opening.

“Do you need to go to the hospital?” Although this wasn’t his first rodeo, he still wasn’t sure how much was normal.

“Not unless it continues for a few days. This is probably just a heavy flow.” 

Marc couldn’t help but worry, it was who he was as a person. There was the sound of thorough hand washing, then she opened the door, smiling lovingly at the sight of him looking at her from the floor. “I made you soup.”

Sam ate a hearty portion, showering Marc with “MMHHHMM” and “Oh my GOD baby this is fucking good.” The sounds were barely distinguishable from the sounds she made during sex, maybe just a little more dramatic. What had Chris said? ‘Stop erotically moaning in my car’? Yeah, that was about right. 

“Fuck, Marc, that was so good.” She almost asked where he learned how to make it, but decided to let it go. They settled in to watch The Walking Dead, they were almost caught up, Marc noticed Sam wincing and holding her stomach. He pulled her over his lap and rubbed her tummy for her. After an episode, he got up to change her tampon again, and Marc heard her groaning from the bathroom. “Brightside? You okay?” 

“Yeah, I opted for just the giant pad, Im sick of the fucking tampon.” Sam replied through gritted teeth. When she came out, she took more pain medicine and crawled back up into Marc’s arms. “This shit ain’t helping, I need fucking morphine.” Marc gave her a look. “Relax honey, I’ve never taken morphine recreationally.” She teased.

“Hey, I’m not judging, I’ve tried worse.” 

Sam quickly turned to him. “Wha- AH!” She almost asked him about that, but a burst of pain shot through her. She whimpered, hiding her face in his chest. “Starlight, it hurts.” She whined, knowing damn well he couldn’t do anything about it.

Marc wasn’t happy she was in pain, not by any means, but he was relieved she didn’t ask him about what he said. “Listen, I have an idea… It might help your cramps.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Ever had an orgasm during your period?”

She sat up, sickened but intrigued. “You want to have sex with me when I’m ozzing blood?”

He shook his head. “It wouldn’t be sex, it would just be me, giving you an orgasm.” She was… tearing up? “Or not! Whatever you need, Brightside…”

Sam’s lip quivered, “You want to touch me when I’m this gross?” She started crying, oh shit.

“Oh baby” Marc took her in for a hug. “You aren’t gross, and I always want to touch you” He held her close, cradling her head with his hand entangled in her hair. She mumbled something he couldn’t hear. “What was that sweetie?”

She lifted her head up, still crying a little “I’m so fucking horny.”

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Marc couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing. “Stay here.” Marc stood up, still grinning to himself, and laid down a towel on her bed, then scooped her up from the couch. Sam felt his strong arms and his chest, flexing to carry her. He made it seem so easy, like she was light and small. He laid her down, took off her sweats, and leaned in to kiss her lovingly. 

“Marc?”

“Yeah, Sam?” He pressed kisses down her neck.

“If I can’t… you know… don’t feel bad” 

Marc sat up to look at her, carefully touching her face. “Just relax, focus on my touch. There’s no pressure, no time limit, it’s okay, okay?”

She nodded vigorously. “Okay.”

He walked around to the end of her bed, carefully pulling down her underwear and setting it with her sweatpants “Tell me if anything hurts You’re probably going to be sensitive, but it shouldn’t be painful.” He slowly started working on her clit, attempting to relax her before anything else.

“Marc, I can clean up-” Sam started, feeling embarrassed about the blood on her legs and vulva.

“Aht!” He chastised. “Relax. Again, this ain't my first rodeo.” He fought his biological reaction to get hard.

Sam realized this meant he had done this with his ex-wife. Logically, she knew it shouldn’t make her jealous, but it did. She had seen a few pictures after she had asked Steven, but that was it. She knew she was gorgeous, and from what Steven had said, very nice. When she called, which wasn’t often, the boys always stepped in another room to take the call, but they always turned and relayed ‘Layla says hello!’. Sam wondered if she’d be comparing herself to her the rest of her life. She laid her head back and took a deep breath, focusing on the feelings Marc gave her. 

Slowly, he inserted a single finger in her, working it in and out while her swollen and sensitive pussy adjusted to him. “Ready for another?” He was fully hard, despite his best efforts, and tried adjusting his pants but the friction only made the problem worse.

She nodded, gasping as he filled her, curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot deep inside her. Marc was knelt in front of her, sitting upright, watching his fingers disappear inside her, coming out covered in her blood. “Such a good girl…” He muttered lowly, the mix of blood and slick swirling on his hand. He could feel her walls tightening around him, but he knew she’d need extra help to get her over the edge. For now, however, he was taking it slow, giving her time, building her up. He laid down next to her, resting on one arm that played with her hair and stroking her pretty face, while his right hand fucked her. Marc peppered her with open mouth kisses, their tongues dancing together, her chasing his mouth when he pulled away to kiss down her neck, licking up her chin and back to her mouth again. Sam played with his dark, thick curls, kissing that sensitive spot under his jaw. He took deep breaths, trying to cool himself off. He didn’t want her to feel obligated to touch him. They laid like this for what seemed like forever, touching and kissing so innocently, but his fingers were inside her. When he pulled away, she pouted. 

He kissed over her clothes until he got to her pelvis. 

“Marc-”

“Don’t even start, pretty girl” Without giving her another chance to be embarrassed, he began sucking on her clit. Marc couldn’t help it, he began moving against the bed to stimulate his cock.

“Oh fuck, that’s good…” Sam tugged on his hair, pulling him closer, catholic guilt be damned. She had a fixation on their hair, as much as Marc fixated on hers. He takes his fingers out, painting part of Sam’s thigh as he gripped her, his mouth going further down. When she sat up to watch him devouring her, he looked up at her, grinning. She knew she shouldn’t be so thrilled to see him covered in blood… but she was.

“Whatcha think’n, Brightside?” 

Her heart flutters and she swallows. “Um… that you look really good like that…” She looked at him, awestruck as he went back to finger fucking her, but never broke eye contact.

“You like when I’m covered in you, baby?”

She nodded.

“Or, do I just remind you of Edward Cullen right now?” He teased

Sam’s jaw dropped, but a small smile crept up on her lips, even while panting under his touch. “I can explain!”

He gave her messy cunt a kiss, still smiling at her. “It’s okay, baby, I can work past that” He winks at her, going back to work, before stopping and popping up again, with a mischievous grin. Sam felt his slicked up fingers slip between her and the mattress, making her shiver as he grazed over her hole. “Can I have your ass? It’s okay if you don’t want to, but I thought it might help…” Marc gave her a look he hoped communicated that it was completely up to her.

She considered for a moment, but nodded, smiling. “I trust you, baby.”

He kept working her clit as he grinned back, lip curling up and showing off his adorable teeth, white in the sea of red on his mouth. “Yeah?” He whispered softly, the words magic to him. He promised her safety, and she gifted him her trust. He stopped fighting it, Marc began humping against the bed. The whole scene was so perfect, he couldn’t deny himself anymore. It was messy, it was filthy and it went against what most people might consider normal, but right here, right now? The room was filled with nothing but love, sexuality, trust, caring. How could something like this be dirty? How could this ever be wrong?

Her hips bucked up, riding the waves of pleasure he gave her. “Inexplicitly, Starlight.”

Marc wanted to kiss her, but that might be a bit of a line she wasn’t prepared for. His mouth went to her clit, left hand began fingering her. Slowly, carefully, he slides a finger up in her ass. “Relax honey.” he coaxes and she does just that.

She suddenly felt so full, the new sensation sending shivers up her spine. “Fuuuuuck Marc” Sam threw her head and arched her back.

He smiled as he continued licking and sucking “You like that baby?” Marc rutted into the bed, fuck, he could come just like this. He just might.

All she could do was whimper and nod.

“You like when I touch you like this? You like when I’m in multiple holes?” He fucked his fingers into her, as far as he could reach.

It became apparent that Marc was working himself against the bed, and the idea that he was turned on from giving her pleasure? That just brought her closer. “Fuck, Marc, mmm fu-ah!, no ones ever touched me like this” 

Marc had assumed as much, he knew that before Steven, most of the men essentially used her body to masterbate. If anything, they might have pressured her into anal. But this was for her, to help her. And she really liked it. He knew she was close, but getting there wasn’t the issue. It was the spilling over, the climax. She was writhing, yanking at the sheets that she had pulled off the corner of the bed. The towel beneath her had bunched up, barely doing it’s job anymore but Marc wasn’t going to stop, not when she was so close.

Marc sat up on his knees, trying his best to keep some sort of friction in his pants. He continued working her with his left hand; two fingers in her vagina, his pinky in her ass. He was perfect, enwrapped in pleasure before him. Drawing back his hand, he spat on her pretty little cunt and gave it a slap.

And there it was.

“Marc!” Sam shouted, the last word she said or thought before she became incomprehensible, a babbling mess. She tried to say something, but what? She didn’t know. She felt the tension in her uterus ease as she came down from her high and noticed Marc coming back from the bathroom, kneeling at her side. 

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“Hey Brightside, how you feeling?” He brushed her hair back from her sweaty face.

“M-much better. Kiss me?” She looked angelic.

How could he refuse? He kissed her, and she realized his face was washed of her blood. She wouldn’t have cared. “I drew you a hot bath, does that sound good?” 

Sam nodded, beaming softly at him “Join me?”

He kissed her forehead “If you’ll have me.” Marc spoke as softly as she thought he ever could.

“Forever and always, baby”

He gently held her throat as he kissed her. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

Sam frowned at him. That was the point of the bath. He was about to bathe in water that would have her blood and cum- oh. Pushing him back, she looked at his pants, there was a wet spot in his dark jeans. When she looked up at him, it was her turn to sport his signature shit-eating grin. “Fuck Marc, that’s hot.”

“Come on, baby” he smiled softly at her as he took her hand and led her to the bathroom. He’d have carried her if his legs didn’t feel so shaky from his orgasm. “Let’s get you properly naked.” There was a candle lit and a Doctor Who mug of red wine. Marc briefly thought about buying her actual wine glasses, but he remembered their no-gift deal. Maybe he’d subtly suggest it to Steven. They took turns removing each other's clothes, planting kisses on the bare skin as they went. Sam hit the lights and together they sunk into the hot, bubbly water. They laid like they had when Sam had her panic attack. She was encased by him, covered in him. Naked, and vulnerable and yet warm, safe. Always safe with Marc. They sat in silence for an hour, occasionally running more hot water when needed; Sam had her ‘Marc’ playlist going. It had all the music her and Marc liked: Linkin Park, Eminem, Alice in Chains, Metallica. Not exactly the most romantic playlist in the world, but it was them. Then, Nothing Else Matters came on.

So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters

Sam closed her eyes and sank into Marc and the water that was likely red. She thought about the night, not too long ago, where Steven and her were in a similar scenario.

Never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

The way Steven cared for her, loved her. Treated her like she was something precious. That night, she told Steven she wanted to talk to Marc about how she felt, Steven was apprehensive. But Sam felt like if she waited any longer, she would burst.

Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new

Open mind for a different view. And nothing else matters

“You’re good at this, you know.” Sam wondered if Steven helped set this up, but even if he did, she knew Marc’s special touches. Marc struggled with being open, but never with showing her how much he loved her. She started getting out, but Marc grabbed her, he didn’t want her to go. “It’s okay honey.” She turned around, straddling him. Marc’s body immediately reacted.

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

But I know

Sam lathered up her hands with the lavender soap, and began washing his body. “Sam, you don’t-”

“Shhhhhh” She said softly, rocking her hips on him. “Let me take care of your body, as you always take care of mine.” Sam whispered, sinking her body down on him. “Nice and slow baby…”

So close, no matter how far. It couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are. And nothing else matters

Washing up his chest, his arms, massaging his constantly tense neck. “I love you Marc Spector. I love the way you protect me, the way you care for me, how you always manage to surprise me. And you are fun.” She kissed his forehead. “You and me, alone? When you don’t have to worry about anyone hurting me or Steven? You are so, so fun baby”

I never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

Marc was entranced. His touch on her hips was light and gentle. He wasn’t moving her, he wasn’t chasing his own high. No, she was taking care of him. He simply wanted to hold her. She continued washing down his body, pressing kissing all over his face.

I never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way

All these words, I don't just say. And nothing else matters

She whispered close in his ear. “Can you come for me?” She leaned back. “Please, pretty boy? I wanna see your face, darling, I want to feel you fill me.” She looked at him pleadingly, like the only thing she wanted in this world was for him to cum inside her.

So close, no matter how far. Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are. No, nothing else matters

When he got his release for the second time that night, she clutched him close to him. Holding her, staying inside her, staying as close as he can possibly get.

She laid in his arms that night, happy, content, in warm PJ’S.

But Marc couldn’t just let things be. Something had to be wrong. Something was always wrong. Between them, the mess that they were, Marc could not fathom her just being happy in his arms. Marc took the silence as sadness, not content. “What’s wrong?”

She looked up at him, confused and worried. “Nothings wrong…” She sat up, face closer to him. “You okay, Starlight?” She touched his face.

Marc closed his eyes, holding her hand to his cheek. “ I need you to be able to talk to me and Steven if this is going to work out…”

Sam pulled away, dropping her arms to her side as she sat back on her legs. “Honey, you're scaring me. Why would anything be wrong?”

“Why can’t you just… tell me?” 

Sam’s face shifted through a few emotions: sadness, confusion, and settling on anger. She glared at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

 Marc sat up now. “Excuse me?”

“You don’t get to do that Marc.”

“Do what?” Marc spat, confused how this turned into a fight. 

“You don’t get to tell me I need to be honest, when all you do is keep secrets.”

He glared at her now. “That’s different.”

A choked laugh. “How?! How can this possibly be different.?” She challenged him.

“My past,” Marc pointed at his chest. “Doesn’t have an effect on our relationship. Yours does.”

A flicker of hurt flashed across her face, “Yes, it most definitely. We had a great day. Just you and me, sex and food and love, alone with our music? It was beautiful Marc. Beautiful. That’s what I was thinking about! How perfect tonight was, how perfect you are and how much I love you. But you” she poked his chest “You are incapable of thinking anyone can ever just be happy with you. And that is learned, Marc. You learned that. You never talk about your family, you never talk about what happened growing up, what happened as Moon Knight or in the Marines or your time between! You were married, Marc, and I know nothing about that! And yet, everything about me, everything, you have pried out and I’m so, so tired of it!”

Marc sat there, watching her.

Sam continued, calmer, the hurt in her eyes prominent. “You know, Steven and I made a deal. Complete honesty, from both of us. No secrets, no lies, including by omission. And you know what hurt? I wanted to include you in that. But I knew you would never tell me anything about what happened to you.”

Marc was panicking. He needed to deflect. “Yeah? Steven tell you he kissed Layla?”

Hurt and surprise flickered across her face for a moment, then back to a glare. She grabbed her pillow.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Marc rolled his eyes like a child.

She pulled the blanket off the bed and stormed to the couch

“Fuck” Marc muttered, running his hands through his hair before getting off the bed “Honey, I’m sorry, come here” He tried to step towards her. 

“Stay!” She put her hand up and took a breath. Sam really, really, did not want to yell at him. “Away from me… Unless you are ready to talk about your mom and your brother, I’m staying on the couch.” He didn’t speak. “Yeah that’s what I thought…” she mumbled, making her bed.

Marc sighed “At least let me sleep on the couch.” He knew he fucked up massivly telling her about Steven, he was going to be pissed and Sam was hurt.

“No.” Sam turned on the tv. “I’m not going to sleep much tonight, so I’m taking an anti-anxiety pill and putting on The Office to distract me.” Sam grumbled, then looked at him. “You are staying here all night too. No running away. Tomorrow morning…” She looked at him assertively, with a face that said this is the deal, no negotiations. “Either we can talk about what happened over breakfast, or I want Steven. Got it? You can consider it tonight, and you can have one of my extra anti-anxiety pills if you need it. But I don’t want to see you until you are ready to stop being a hypocrite.” Marc stared at her, looking hurt but stubborn. Sam calmed down. “I love you baby, but I can’t keep going about knowing you know every horror my body holds and I have to wonder what those scars on your back are.”

Marc winced. “Sam-” she shot him a lot and he shut his mouth. Marc laid down in the dark, Sam had taken the blanket. He was cold, but too stubborn to move. Footsteps. She was at his bedside, laying a few of her throw blankets over him. “Sorry” she whispered.

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