Hitting him on the arm as her mouth fell open in incredulity, Rosie couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Oh yes, the cat’s out of the bag, my new movie is actually an adult film and I was hiding that from you. Surprise?” And as his sarcastic come backs just kept rolling, the blonde leaned over and left a lingering kiss on his lips before hopping out of bed, dropping her pants, and scampering off to the kitchen to fix up their usual. “You know it’s tea time, no matter how late it is, Marcus! Don’t be such a cheeky twit!”
"I knew it! You think you’d be able to hide that from me? Good god," he sighed in fake discontent, keeping the joke going. "I want ten copies." Marcus replied flatly, looking dead serious. The kiss only lasted so long and left the disheveled lad with a whimper on his lips when she parted. Kissing Rosie was easily the best part of his day; he could confirm that without a doubt. The girl was ever-changing and impossible to hold onto for more than a fleeting second, but when he had a chance with her, the only constant thing in his life was her and the way she could stop his world with a simple kiss.
Breaking from his thoughts, Marcus sat up to watch Rosie saunter off into the kitchen, making note to her sudden strip. Sliding off the bed he and followed after at a much slower pace, still ache-y and bed-ridden from not having moved in x amount of hours. “Oh! That time,” he quipped, raising a hand to dismiss his own thoughts as if the possibility of it being a time for anything else was completely unthinkable. But of course, a maison la Marcus et Rosie, that wasn’t far from the truth. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure you’re the one being cheeky here,” he joked. Catching up with the girl, Marcus let out a little chuckle, coming up behind her and grazing her behind as his breath came close to her ear. “Cute bum ya got there too.”
"Then throw yourself at me, Mr. Rich," the girl winked back, genuinely able to say she was enjoying herself. Two years, she had been waiting for this day for two years while enduring the up and down roller coaster coaster of recovery to get to this day. And now that it had finally come, even near mauling included, Rosie was starting to feel like herself again. The old self that thrived at the top of her classes and lived off of the applause. "At least I had Big Jim there to take care of it, right? And now that they’re out of the way, and we’re all alone, I think you know what time it is."
Rolling over onto his side, Marcus used his an arm to prop himself up and hover over the blonde laying next to him. “Big Jim?” he said teasingly. “Big Jim was there to take care of it? Ugh, ah- god that sounds like the start to an awful porn, Rie” he groaned, closing his eyes in slightly over exaggerated agony. Recovering from his joke gone dirty, Marcus cocked an eyebrow at the girl. “Yeah, it’s-” he paused leaning onto one arm and looking at his watch. “Three-twenty. Why do you ask?” he said with fake innocence.
"You’ll never believe the day I’ve had," the blonde groaned as she simultaneously flopped onto the bed beside her fiancé, not even bothering to bring her bags past the front door. "So- there was this woman during filming that said she was obsessed with me, and they were keeping her in the offices, but then she somehow snuck away and onto set and nearly tackled me for an autograph, but some security officer caught her mid-lunge and hauled her way." Laughing lightly as she envisioned the scene all over again in her head, Rosie turned to Marcus with a wide grin spread across her face, reaching out to his his hand a quick squeeze to silently let him know that everything was okay.
Marcus didn’t even get a chance to say hello to the girl before she threw herself onto the bed beside him. He had been laying in bed all afternoon, and shamelessly at that. It was weird coming home to no Rosie, but he knew that today was the day she had been looking forward to since she got out of the hospital. This was the moment when things would be as close to normal as they would get since Rosie had been exposed two years ago. Was it really two years ago? How funny; the time between now and the start seemed so blurred and tireless that Marcus never really was able to gage the time passing.
Grinning over at his fiancee, he listened to her recount her day, which only made him more relieved as the seconds went by. He was glad to hear the day had gone swimmingly… even if she had been potentially mobbed. “Yeah? Well if I had seen you all dolled up for your close up then they’d have a hard time pulling me off of you too,” he said with a wink. “But I’m the only one who should be throwing myself at you. Those rabid fans, what can ya do?”
"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I could definitely be a Disney princess if this whole modeling thing doesn’t work out. Wanna hear my rendition of Part of Your World?" Elsa laughed, putting in the third Disney movie of the night into the DVD player.
laughs i’m so bad at replying to shit i’m so sorry
The place was starting to reek of cigarette smoke. “Of course.” He said after a long pause. Everyone seems to be off this day, River thought. Or unlucky. He stood up to sit on the next bench, leaving the girl with her sentiments. He was alone on his bench, his shoulders hunched at his tall frame, his hands twirling his phone in alternate clockwise and counterclockwise. He ought to go home, to the place that never ran out of pizza and beer. But home right now would be boring. ”I’m River.” He called out to the girl’s bench.
One would say that the look the girl gave the man as he walked off to be nothing short of a glare, Fallon would say otherwise. She didn’t even bother to respond, she just cared that he left. Watching the figure become nothing more of a shadow on the bench across the wide path, she took another drag from her cigarette. However, the satisfying silence was short lived before the stranger spoke once more. At this point, the girl could really care less about the man’s name, but she decided to humor him with a reply. “Fallon,” was all she uttered before flicking the stub of the cigarette onto the pavement in front of her. “Charmed.”