[ had that not been obvious? he'd enjoyed it a lot. he wasn't going to be able to walk around for a little while which would just be more evidence of how much he'd enjoyed it. ]
[ that was what they'd agreed on, wasn't it? that the lines in the sand they'd both drawn between them, those boundaries they'd set up to keep themselves safe and sane and secure — they'd been washed away, stepped over, disregarded. that even though it was stupid and reckless and dangerous to have emotional connections and loyalties beyond the cartel as a whole, this was what they wanted.
so she repeats it again, soft and sure and sweet. ] You have me, Marcos.
[ and if he listens, he might catch the hint of a warning in it. so be careful, not spoken out loud. whether she means with her or with himself is up for debate. maybe it's both. ]
[ talk about dumb decisions. allowing himself to feel like this again for someone took the cake. but, he doesn't regret it. he doesn't regret it because it makes him feel like he's a person that's worth a little more than what his hands can do to someone. it makes him feel like he's more than just some foot soldier.
her words are simple but affecting. he doesn't say anything back but he nods slightly and turns to press a firm kiss against her forehead, trying to communicate his own thoughts with actions. you have me too coupled with i'll do my best..
the last time he'd done something like this, he'd been the one hurt, left picking up the pieces before moving on.
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[ had that not been obvious? he'd enjoyed it a lot. he wasn't going to be able to walk around for a little while which would just be more evidence of how much he'd enjoyed it. ]
I can't even lie about it. I enjoyed it.
[ you're good at that. ]
I enjoy you.
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[ that was what they'd agreed on, wasn't it? that the lines in the sand they'd both drawn between them, those boundaries they'd set up to keep themselves safe and sane and secure — they'd been washed away, stepped over, disregarded. that even though it was stupid and reckless and dangerous to have emotional connections and loyalties beyond the cartel as a whole, this was what they wanted.
so she repeats it again, soft and sure and sweet. ] You have me, Marcos.
[ and if he listens, he might catch the hint of a warning in it. so be careful, not spoken out loud. whether she means with her or with himself is up for debate. maybe it's both. ]
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her words are simple but affecting. he doesn't say anything back but he nods slightly and turns to press a firm kiss against her forehead, trying to communicate his own thoughts with actions. you have me too coupled with i'll do my best..
the last time he'd done something like this, he'd been the one hurt, left picking up the pieces before moving on.
hopefully that wouldn't happen this time. ]