Marcus chuckled and played with Cecilia, tickling her as she pulled him underwater for a brief moment before latching onto him with her legs. "What can I say? I enjoy seeing you wet." He laughed again and reached out to push back a wet strand of hair that had plastered itself across Cecilia's face. "Besides, I was always the big swimmer of us two. I think I was on the swim team every year since middle school. Mom called me a fish."
Marcus chuckled at the memory and untangled himself from Cecilia's grip. "As for Max, I'm pretty sure he saw us running towards the pond. He was wearing a bright orange shirt, wasn't he?" His words were barely spoken when a large splash erupted the quiet of the pond. Marcus laughed and easily turned around in time to see Max's head surface the water.
"Haha, I won the bet, thanks Max." At Max's look of confusion, Marcus laughed again. "Your mom didn't think that you saw us running." Anticipating a punch or hit of some sort, Marcus quickly ducked underneath the clear water. Swimming underneath, he swam towards Max and gently tugged on his foot, pulling him under the water for a brief second.
Easily swimming away from the two of them, Marcus resurfaced and climbed onto the bank. Quickly pulling off his boots and shirt, he jumped back into the water with a loud yell, truly enjoying himself.
Cecilia was still deciding whether to be pleased or annoyed. As she resurfaced, she gasped for air, coughing a little bit. Pushing her now wet hair out of her face, she pretended to scowl. "And I just showered too...and I put this shirt on just for you, and now I'm all wet." she complained, rolling her eyes.
In revenge, she treaded water over to him, and latched herself onto him. Under the water, she gently pushed him into a sitting position. Afterwards, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck.
Smiling in satisfaction that she would make him flustered, she softly bent down to kiss his neck again. "You know, Max asked me this morning whether or not I had kissed you yet." she murmured against his warm skin.
Slowly she brought her hands up, and ran her fingers through his long hair. "I simply smiled and came to find you. He'll be mad we're swimming without him." she warned.
Finally, she burst out laughing. "You know, this is the 6th time in my life you have thrown me in the water. Do you remember in fifth grade when we played "Little Mermaid"?" Cecilia laughed. "I was so mad at you every time you'd throw me into the pool or ocean. But then you would tickle me until I kissed you. You are a ruthless monster." she decided. Staring deep into his eyes for only a moment, she lovingly leaned in and pressed her soft lips to his.
Once again, they day passed quickly. Marcus saw no sign of Max or Cecilia throughout the day, so he knew they were probably keeping busy. Whistling as he worked, Marcus was happy to see that he would have the fence finished that day. The horses would be able to run freely tomorrow, something he found himself proud of. The sun had been warm that day, and pulling off his hat, he wipped his forehead.
He was just about finished with the last pole, when he felt a warm, soft body press itself against his back. He hadn't been prepared for the extra weight from where he had been crochted and he fell forward onto his knees with a solid thump. Laughing, he reached behind him and locating her sides, tickled Cecilia for a few seconds. "You surprised me, and now my knees hurt." He glanced over his shoulder at her and gave her a teasing grin.
He waited only long enough for her to finish speaking before he quickly stood up, reaching behind him to grab her legs to secure her hold before he began running. He ignored her shouts of protest as he saw the pond coming into view. With a loud yell, he jumped into the pond, emersing himself in the cold water. After a moment, he swam back to the surface and sighed happily. "Now that felt good, and this is what I want to do, simply have fun." He turned to find Cecilia, having let her go as he jumped into the water so she could swim on her own.
Cecilia woke up with a heavy heart- and three hours late. Groaning as she looked up at the clock, she got up and made the bed. Today was usually her day off from working outside, so she figured she would clean.
Slowly she padded into the kitchen. She smiled half heartedly at the scene awaiting her. Obviously Marcus had cooked, and Max had devoured almost all of it. Picking up the last piece of toast, she began to chew on it, while cleaning up the rest of the kitchen.
After the dishes were washed, dried, and put away, the counter and tables were cleaned, and the stove was wiped down, Cecilia made her way into the next room, and began to attack the room in a cleaning storm.
A few hours later, she had successfully cleaned the entire house- with the exception of the bedroom she was supposed to share with Kyle. The last time she moved anything in that room she received a slap so hard, it stung for two days.
Again she glanced at the clock, and then glanced at the window. She saw Max working with the animals, and Marcus was out of sight. She figured he was still with the fence.
After taking a long warm shower, she changed into a floral tight tank top, and small pair of jean shorts, and her knee high boots. Setting her hat on her head, she set outside.
Passing Max, she ruffled his hair, and stopped to brush one of their horses for a few minutes. After, she began her trek out into the fields. Finally finding Marcus a half hour later, she smiled at him, bent over and working on the fence.
Sneaking around, she quietly knelt behind him, and wrapped her arms around him. "Boo." she whispered softly, and kissed his neck. "You look pretty enough to paint." she decided with a smile. "Now you stop working on that fence now. We all need to get out of the house. And you get to chose what we get to do." she decided.
Marcus was quiet as he listened to her words; explain her actions to the song. He tried his best to comfort her as she cried out her anger and frustration. He had known that it would be like this, their love to be forced into hiding until they could find an answer that would keep them together. He let her break from his hold to sit on the floor.
“Perhaps for now.” Marcus stated with a small frown, bending down so that he was in front of Cecilia. “We will find a way. This kind of love isn’t meant to be hidden.” He gave her a warm smile before moving forward and kissing her forehead. “Come, let’s get some rest, alright?” Moving through the kitchen, he turned off the radio and coffee pot. Locating the light switches he turned them all off but one. Reaching down, he gently pulled Cecilia to her feet and led her into the guest bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, he pulled off his boots and slid under the covers of the bed.
Marcus awoke slowly, realizing that he for once had woken up before Cecilia. He turned slightly to study her sleeping form before carefully sliding out of bed and grabbing his boots. Closing the door behind him he made his way into the kitchen where he made a new pot of coffee and quickly made breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs and toast. Leaving the warm pan of the stove to keep the eggs warm, he ate some of the eggs and pulled on his boots.
Grabbing a piece of toast for the walk outside, he closed the front door quietly so that it wouldn’t wake Cecilia and Max. Another long day of fixing fence was waiting for him. Grabbing the needed supplies, he threw them in the bed of his truck and starting the engine. He was repairing fence that was further away from the house. Driving through the tall weeds, he realized that he would have to mow in a day or two, but he wanted to fix the fences so that the horses would be able to run freely.
Finding the right area of fence, he pulled on his heavy gloves and began working. The house was almost a mile and half away, be he could still see the house. Pushing his dark thoughts aside, he began whistling as he began his work.
Cecilia leaned back into his embrace, though her hands were pressed tightly over her face. Her body shook, though she was slightly comforted by his strong grasp.
Finally, she managed to pull her hands away from her face. Though, she purposefully kept her back to him, afraid to look at his face. "Um.." she sniffed, trying to regain her sense of speech, "That song.... Your mother had me pick out wedding songs...that was supposed to be the...first dance." she whispered mournfully.
Suddenly angry, Cecilia slammed her hand down onto the counter with a bang. "It's not going to be okay, is it?!" she demanded. Her voice was soft, out of fear of waking Max, but the agony was evident. "How can it be... Kyle will never let us leave. He'll kill me before that happens. Which means...I lose you...again."
Shaking her head, she noted that he had kept his arms around her still. "The only way is for you to stay here as a worker or ever...but our love would be in secret, and we'd spend our lives horrified of being caught."
Pulling away from him then, she slowly sank onto the floor with her back pressed against the cabinets. "Should we swallow some kryptonite, Superman?" she asked slowly, and as softly as she could.
He understood her silent actions as she placed the box back underneath the root, hiding away their memories, keeping them safe. One day, he would like to take all of those memories, and proudly display them in a new home where Cecilia would be his wife and safe from the harm of the world. Max would be there also, probably slowly driving him insane with his actions, but Marcus knew he would love every minute he got to spend with his son, teaching him and knowing he would grow up all too quickly.
Following Cecilia back to the house, he slowed as he approached the building, letting go of Cecilia’s hand as she quickly climbed the stairs and disappeared into the building. Marcus paused for a few moments, studying the house in front of him. He could tell it was older than most of the buildings within the small town. The house was charming, but it needed repairs. Mentally shaking his head, Marcus walked into the house, realizing that he wanted to live in a similar house with Cecilia.
He paused in the doorway as he watched Cecilia dance about the small kitchen in time to the soft country song playing on the radio. Leaning against the frame, he was content to simply watch her. He was about to stand up straight and join her, when she suddenly stopped and started crying. Concern etched on his face, Marcus quickly strode forward and wrapped his arms around her from behind. “What’s wrong?” He asked in a soft comforting voice, trying to soothe her with his embrace and words.
<That's cool, I'm having the same problem too :P>
Resting in his arms, and on his lap for a moment, Cecilia closed her eyes. She listened to his gentle heart beat, while got louder every time she touched him. She also listened and felt the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Cecilia remembered noticing these beautiful simple things one other time before. When they slept in each other's arms after their last night together.
Hearing his words, her eyes flicked up to his face briefly, and then back down. "Is it?" she asked slowly, and rather sadly. Not expecting, or waiting for an answer, Cecilia took the box, and put it back under the tree root. It was obviously a secret kept from Kyle and Max.
Reaching out, she took his hand, and led him back to the house in silence. Once inside, she kicked off her sandals at the door, and proceeded into the kitchen.
Without speaking still, she began to move, turning on the radio as she moved, and making coffee as well.
An odd look came across her face suddenly, and she began to move rhythmically and sensually to the slow song that lightly played out of the radio. She closed her eyes, and twirled around, still managing to work on the coffee.
As she song ended she came to a complete halt. She leaned back against the counter, facing the doorway, and Marcus. And without warning or reason what so ever, she began to cry.
<Hey sorry for not getting the posts up yesterday. I've got a new work schedule for the summer and still trying to get it all figured out.>
After listening to Cecilia's words, he finally placed the dog tags back in the box, moving his head so that he could look at Cecilia, her features softened in the soft moonlight. He had never thought one so beautiful. Finally he spoke, his voice low. "I'm glad you took them and gave you some comfort. My mother would have been upset to lose them, but after the way she treated you..." Marcus shook his head and placed the box on the ground between them.
He watched Cecilia pull out the pictures and he couldn't help but smile at the memories. Life was so simple then, they were teenagers in love and never looked at anyone else. Their last date before he had left had consisted of talk of their wedding plans. Who they wanted to invite and the types of flowers that Cecilia would carry within her bouquet. Marcus knew she would look gorgeous in a wedding gown. He was sorry that he hadn't been able to see that.
His eye caught sight of the ring in the box, under the last picture that Cecilia had pulled out. Taking a breath, he reached in and picked it up, opening his palm so that the ring rested on his open palm. "I remember picking this out for you, thinking that you would be the only woman alive who could wear it." He laughed and studied the ring for a few minutes more, studying the heart cut diamond and the small blue sapphires that framed it.
Looking at the ring brought back his feelings of sadness that he could not simply marry Cecilia and take her away. She was married to Kyle and he couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't something he wanted to force on her. Not wanting to voice his thoughts, he placed the ring back into the box where it would be kept safe. Noticing Cecilia's sad face, he reached out to grab her arm and pull her into his embrace. "Everything's going to be fine." He told her, bending his head slightly to kiss the top of her head.
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