Sniper's Daughter

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She returned the finger guns happily, making pew pew noises as she did so. “Sounds fun daddy! But there are a few rules you’re going to have to follow! First,” She held up one finger, “I am queen in this room! You muse obey me, because I’m super cool! Second,” Cue a second finger, “You must endure my amazing music. And that means all of my music. And last,” A third finger, “We will eat sweets for dinner!” 

@armed-and-alxne

Luther listened to all her rules, blinking a couple times and just standing there dumbfounded for a moment before he bust out laughing. “What kinda bullshit is that?!” he said, grinning. “We are not eatin’ sweets for dinner. You’re already eatin’ sweets now! And… I’m going out of my way to protect you from a jumpin’ bean in a box in the neighbor’s house and you’re gonna torture me with… Katy Perry or whatever horrible excuse for music you listen to? No, we’re gonna have really messy burgers for dinner and listen to Bon Jovi or I sleep in my own room tonight,” he said, firmly but playfully, folding his arms and showing her a defiant grin, waiting for her answer.

“Wow, you are just a bundle of fun.” She smirked.

The soft smell of the sweet treats teased her nose. The scent lingering, inviting. Topmost layer an incredible shade of amber, they were cracked on the surface, like a dry desert ground. But inside they weren’t dry. A satisfactory crunch lingered by her ears as they entered her mouth, only to crumble and melt on the inside, so deliciously tasty that my taste buds tingled. Once bit past the turtles shell, a silky, fragile intern broken free, a hidden secret revealed . Indescribable pleasure pulsed through her. They were incredible! No wonder mother hid these from her! 

“I am, however, okay with burgers!” She giggled. 

BOOM!

Marilou nearly jumped. She immediately went to her window and watched her new neighbors. What was that? Her face suddenly became pale. 

“Dad...is that a body bag?” He watched as the neighbors drag something into the house. 

@armed-and-alxne

“Okay, great. I’ll go fire up the grill and-“

The loud noise cause Luther to duck and draw his pistol from the back of his jeans. He went to the window, standing just to the left of it, gun in hand. Marilou, of course, went right up to it. Luther grabbed her and pulled her over to him. “Don’t stand right in full view!” he said. He couldn’t stop her from peeking anyway and he peeked himself. He saw them carrying something that sure as hell looked like somethin’ he would’ve covertly disposed of for Andrei all those years ago. When Marilou asked him about it, he swallowed hard. “It sure as hell does look like a body bag to me, baby girl…” he said, seriously alarmed by this. What the hell are they doin’ over there?!

“Okay. You are gonna stay right here. Right here, Lou-Lou, do you hear me? I’m gonna go over and check it out. Do not leave this room, and don’t stay right in front of the window. I’ll be right back,” Luther said, leaving her room and heading down the stairs.

The fear traveled in Marilou’s veins but never made it to her facial muscles or skin. Her complexion remained pale, her eyes steady as if she were shopping for shoes. Time passed slowly. Marilou stayed hidden within the darkness of her own room, feeling every beat of her heart pounding. 

“Dad, I am not staying here.” She frowned. “What if they end up trying to fight you? If there…” She didn’t want to think it was a possibility. “If there is a possibility they are hiding B.O.Ws in there then what happens if to you they free them? It’s not safe but…if I have to use Maril…” She didn’t want to think about such a thing. But in these times you had to be prepared for the worst. 

Her eyes soon transformed, concentrating. “I can use my abilities on them for a little while, but you have to be quick. Maybe you can search their house or something. I don’t now how long I can use my powers without Maril trying to take over.” 

@armed-and-alxne

“No! No, baby girl, don’t do that. Hey, look at me. Look at me. Calm down, okay? There is never a good reason to tap into… all of that. I don’t want you givin’ Maril any kind of an opening. We don’t even know what’s going on yet. Let’s not overreact.”

“I’ll be okay, I can take care of myself. I’m certainly not about to go leading my daughter into a potentially dangerous situation.” He thought for a moment, a gentle, protective hand rubbing her back to keep her calm while he tried to think of what to do. “Alright… here’s what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna go over there and see what’s up. You’re gonna watch from this window. If you see some major shit start to go down, you’re gonna call 911. Actually, fuck that, they don’t know shit. You’re gonna call that number your mother gave us for the BSAA, okay? If all else fails, call Piers. Er… your granddad. He’ll know what to do.”

And I’ll be in serious trouble for gettin’ Marilou involved, but he had to defer to professional soldiers if the shit really hit the fan. With Marie away, Piers and Helena were the next best authority as far as Luther was concerned. 

@marie-nivans

“W-What?! Are you kidding me? You want to go out there, all by yourself? Pardon my French but what the fuck? Do you have a death wish?” 

She swore her father was an adrenaline junkie, the more extreme the better. The anxiety she was feeling was like being hooked up to a cattle fence - not enough voltage to kill but sufficient to keep things uncomfortable. She guessed that was the downside of knowing things were awry instead of living in blissful ignorance. But what was there to do other than breathe, and just watch? Surely there was something she could do?

“I know how to use a gun. I can come with you. You and I both know there is some fucked up shit goin’ on in there. There is no way you can handle this on your own.” 

If she had to, there was a rifle her grandfather had given her as a present many years ago that she could use. That way she could watch her dad and shoot from afar. She had customized it to suit her needs. The stock was laminated wood with water resistant adhesive, making it stronger and less likely to warp. The trigger mechanism had been taken apart an polished for a smoother release. Even the bullet she would be using had been specially prepared. It was forty grains in weight and readily available on the open market. But her grandfather had carefully drilled a small hole in the head. The shock of air as the bullet hit its target would cause as much damage as the bullet itself. The rifle would reload itself as fast as she could fire it, but she would only need a single shot.

And did she mention it was pink?

“This would be a great opportunity to use that gun.~”

@armed-and-alxne

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She returned the finger guns happily, making pew pew noises as she did so. “Sounds fun daddy! But there are a few rules you’re going to have to follow! First,” She held up one finger, “I am queen in this room! You muse obey me, because I’m super cool! Second,” Cue a second finger, “You must endure my amazing music. And that means all of my music. And last,” A third finger, “We will eat sweets for dinner!” 

@armed-and-alxne

Luther listened to all her rules, blinking a couple times and just standing there dumbfounded for a moment before he bust out laughing. “What kinda bullshit is that?!” he said, grinning. “We are not eatin’ sweets for dinner. You’re already eatin’ sweets now! And… I’m going out of my way to protect you from a jumpin’ bean in a box in the neighbor’s house and you’re gonna torture me with… Katy Perry or whatever horrible excuse for music you listen to? No, we’re gonna have really messy burgers for dinner and listen to Bon Jovi or I sleep in my own room tonight,” he said, firmly but playfully, folding his arms and showing her a defiant grin, waiting for her answer.

“Wow, you are just a bundle of fun.” She smirked.

The soft smell of the sweet treats teased her nose. The scent lingering, inviting. Topmost layer an incredible shade of amber, they were cracked on the surface, like a dry desert ground. But inside they weren’t dry. A satisfactory crunch lingered by her ears as they entered her mouth, only to crumble and melt on the inside, so deliciously tasty that my taste buds tingled. Once bit past the turtles shell, a silky, fragile intern broken free, a hidden secret revealed . Indescribable pleasure pulsed through her. They were incredible! No wonder mother hid these from her! 

“I am, however, okay with burgers!” She giggled. 

BOOM!

Marilou nearly jumped. She immediately went to her window and watched her new neighbors. What was that? Her face suddenly became pale. 

“Dad...is that a body bag?” He watched as the neighbors drag something into the house. 

@armed-and-alxne

“Okay, great. I’ll go fire up the grill and-“

The loud noise cause Luther to duck and draw his pistol from the back of his jeans. He went to the window, standing just to the left of it, gun in hand. Marilou, of course, went right up to it. Luther grabbed her and pulled her over to him. “Don’t stand right in full view!” he said. He couldn’t stop her from peeking anyway and he peeked himself. He saw them carrying something that sure as hell looked like somethin’ he would’ve covertly disposed of for Andrei all those years ago. When Marilou asked him about it, he swallowed hard. “It sure as hell does look like a body bag to me, baby girl…” he said, seriously alarmed by this. What the hell are they doin’ over there?!

“Okay. You are gonna stay right here. Right here, Lou-Lou, do you hear me? I’m gonna go over and check it out. Do not leave this room, and don’t stay right in front of the window. I’ll be right back,” Luther said, leaving her room and heading down the stairs.

The fear traveled in Marilou’s veins but never made it to her facial muscles or skin. Her complexion remained pale, her eyes steady as if she were shopping for shoes. Time passed slowly. Marilou stayed hidden within the darkness of her own room, feeling every beat of her heart pounding. 

“Dad, I am not staying here.” She frowned. “What if they end up trying to fight you? If there...” She didn’t want to think it was a possibility. “If there is a possibility they are hiding B.O.Ws in there then what happens if to you they free them? It’s not safe but...if I have to use Maril...” She didn’t want to think about such a thing. But in these times you had to be prepared for the worst. 

Her eyes soon transformed, concentrating. “I can use my abilities on them for a little while, but you have to be quick. Maybe you can search their house or something. I don’t now how long I can use my powers without Maril trying to take over.” 

@armed-and-alxne

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She returned the finger guns happily, making pew pew noises as she did so. “Sounds fun daddy! But there are a few rules you’re going to have to follow! First,” She held up one finger, “I am queen in this room! You muse obey me, because I’m super cool! Second,” Cue a second finger, “You must endure my amazing music. And that means all of my music. And last,” A third finger, “We will eat sweets for dinner!” 

@armed-and-alxne

Luther listened to all her rules, blinking a couple times and just standing there dumbfounded for a moment before he bust out laughing. “What kinda bullshit is that?!” he said, grinning. “We are not eatin’ sweets for dinner. You’re already eatin’ sweets now! And… I’m going out of my way to protect you from a jumpin’ bean in a box in the neighbor’s house and you’re gonna torture me with… Katy Perry or whatever horrible excuse for music you listen to? No, we’re gonna have really messy burgers for dinner and listen to Bon Jovi or I sleep in my own room tonight,” he said, firmly but playfully, folding his arms and showing her a defiant grin, waiting for her answer.

“Wow, you are just a bundle of fun.” She smirked.

The soft smell of the sweet treats teased her nose. The scent lingering, inviting. Topmost layer an incredible shade of amber, they were cracked on the surface, like a dry desert ground. But inside they weren't dry. A satisfactory crunch lingered by her ears as they entered her mouth, only to crumble and melt on the inside, so deliciously tasty that my taste buds tingled. Once bit past the turtles shell, a silky, fragile intern broken free, a hidden secret revealed . Indescribable pleasure pulsed through her. They were incredible! No wonder mother hid these from her! 

“I am, however, okay with burgers!” She giggled. 

BOOM!

Marilou nearly jumped. She immediately went to her window and watched her new neighbors. What was that? Her face suddenly became pale. 

“Dad...is that a body bag?” He watched as the neighbors drag something into the house. 

@armed-and-alxne

“I dunno, but it’s kinda starting to freak me out. Like, I’ll peek outside my window and they are staring at our house! And as soon as I catch them staring they look away and shut their blinds. Who does that? They’re about to catch these hands if they don’t stop!”

@armed-and-alxne

“No… okay, sweetheart… no, you’re not… gonna punch the neighbors,” he said, shaking his head and lowering her fists with his hands. “I’ll go in your room and see if I can catch ‘em doin’ it. You… stay put, alright? I’ll handle this.”

He went up to Marilou’s room. “Geezus, look at this place. “Lou-Lou, you gotta clean this place up!” he yelled downstairs.

“Oh my god, it’s not that bad.” She follows him upstairs, bringing a huge bag of snacks from her mom’s secret stash in the cupboard. Her mother is many great things, but she sucks at hiding the sweets from her daughter. She happily munched on a cookie and shut her bedroom door. She flops on her bed and stretches.

“Are they watching us now? Wouldn’t be surprised. Hey, I have a good idea! Moon them the next time they look!” She snickered. “But they won’t look our direction after that!”

@armed-and-alxne 

“We’re not mooning the neighbors,” Luther said sternly. “Hey wait… why would… Are you trying to say there’s something wrong with my… You know what? Never mind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Did you hear me? You really gotta straighten up this room. Look, there are clothes all over the floor. What is that? Is… Is that a bra? Geezus, Lou-Lou, what if we had company or somethin’?!” he said, averting his eyes from the offending article of clothing.

He looked out the window. “No, nobody’s there. Are you sure you saw someone?” Luther turned to her and saw her eating cookies. He sighed. “That’s gonna ruin your dinner, you know. Those are your mom’s cookies, come on, go put them back.”

“Uh! You are such a nag! ‘Marilou, clean your room! Marilou, put your bra away because God forbid I ever see a woman’s article of clothing! Marilou, stop eating mom’s cookies even though by the time she gets back they will be old and she will have to buy a new box anyways!’” She stuck out her tongue at her father playfully. 

“And yes, I did see them staring! They just moved here and a lot of their stuff was in these weird metal boxes or something. You think they’re all some kind of killers or something?” She smirked, nudging her father with her foot. “You scared? We should go sneak in their house.~”

@armed-and-alxne

“Weird metal boxes?” Luther didn’t like the sound of that. “No, I’m not scared, but we’re not going to sneak into their house. That would be really messed up of us. What we should do… is give them some time to get settled and then go over there to introduce ourselves like civilized people and welcome them to the neighborhood.”

He turned away from the window, looking at Marilou. “You see, that’s how people behave on this planet. You wouldn’t know where this planet is, though. You live on the next nearest one. The Teenager planet. It’s another world entirely,” he said with a playful grin.

“I’m gonna get a blanket or somethin’ to put over your window. Problem solved. For the moment, anyway. You can eat the cookies, but we’re buyin’ your mom a new box. Okay?” he said. He couldn’t deny Marilou her cookies. There was a lot he couldn’t say no to Marilou about. She was his baby girl and he loved to spoil her, even if he would never say that to her.

“Okaaaaay dad, sure thing,” She rolled her eyes about the whole Teenager Planet thing. He thought he was so funny. 

“Sounds good dad. Thanks.” Marilou smiled. “So, um, dad. I know this is totally stupid and I’m kinda embarrassed for asking but...can you sleep in my room tonight? There’s something about those neighbors...they kinda freak me out.” She sat up from her bed and forgot about her delicious snacks and walked to the window. She peeked out her blinds. 

“See those metal boxes? You can’t really see them from the angle that you’re at right now, but if you stand right here you can see a small bit of their garage with those weird looking boxes. Call me crazy but...I could have sworn I saw one of them move. Either it’s just my imagination, or something is inside those boxes that shouldn’t be in there. And something strong if it is able to move around something metal.”

@armed-and-alxne

“I dunno, but it’s kinda starting to freak me out. Like, I’ll peek outside my window and they are staring at our house! And as soon as I catch them staring they look away and shut their blinds. Who does that? They’re about to catch these hands if they don’t stop!”

@armed-and-alxne

“No… okay, sweetheart… no, you’re not… gonna punch the neighbors,” he said, shaking his head and lowering her fists with his hands. “I’ll go in your room and see if I can catch ‘em doin’ it. You… stay put, alright? I’ll handle this.”

He went up to Marilou’s room. “Geezus, look at this place. “Lou-Lou, you gotta clean this place up!” he yelled downstairs.

“Oh my god, it’s not that bad.” She follows him upstairs, bringing a huge bag of snacks from her mom’s secret stash in the cupboard. Her mother is many great things, but she sucks at hiding the sweets from her daughter. She happily munched on a cookie and shut her bedroom door. She flops on her bed and stretches.

“Are they watching us now? Wouldn’t be surprised. Hey, I have a good idea! Moon them the next time they look!” She snickered. “But they won’t look our direction after that!”

@armed-and-alxne 

“We’re not mooning the neighbors,” Luther said sternly. “Hey wait… why would… Are you trying to say there’s something wrong with my… You know what? Never mind.” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Did you hear me? You really gotta straighten up this room. Look, there are clothes all over the floor. What is that? Is… Is that a bra? Geezus, Lou-Lou, what if we had company or somethin’?!” he said, averting his eyes from the offending article of clothing.

He looked out the window. “No, nobody’s there. Are you sure you saw someone?” Luther turned to her and saw her eating cookies. He sighed. “That’s gonna ruin your dinner, you know. Those are your mom’s cookies, come on, go put them back.”

“Uh! You are such a nag! ‘Marilou, clean your room! Marilou, put your bra away because God forbid I ever see a woman’s article of clothing! Marilou, stop eating mom’s cookies even though by the time she gets back they will be old and she will have to buy a new box anyways!’” She stuck out her tongue at her father playfully. 

“And yes, I did see them staring! They just moved here and a lot of their stuff was in these weird metal boxes or something. You think they’re all some kind of killers or something?” She smirked, nudging her father with her foot. “You scared? We should go sneak in their house.~”

@armed-and-alxne

“I dunno, but it’s kinda starting to freak me out. Like, I’ll peek outside my window and they are staring at our house! And as soon as I catch them staring they look away and shut their blinds. Who does that? They’re about to catch these hands if they don’t stop!”

@armed-and-alxne

“No… okay, sweetheart… no, you’re not… gonna punch the neighbors,” he said, shaking his head and lowering her fists with his hands. “I’ll go in your room and see if I can catch ‘em doin’ it. You… stay put, alright? I’ll handle this.”

He went up to Marilou’s room. “Geezus, look at this place. “Lou-Lou, you gotta clean this place up!” he yelled downstairs.

“Oh my god, it’s not that bad.” She follows him upstairs, bringing a huge bag of snacks from her mom’s secret stash in the cupboard. Her mother is many great things, but she sucks at hiding the sweets from her daughter. She happily munched on a cookie and shut her bedroom door. She flops on her bed and stretches.

“Are they watching us now? Wouldn’t be surprised. Hey, I have a good idea! Moon them the next time they look!” She snickered. “But they won’t look our direction after that!”

@armed-and-alxne 

“I dunno, but it’s kinda starting to freak me out. Like, I’ll peek outside my window and they are staring at our house! And as soon as I catch them staring they look away and shut their blinds. Who does that? They’re about to catch these hands if they don’t stop!”

@armed-and-alxne

marie-nivans:

“I’m not familiar with overseas organizations.” he confesses. Though the bio-terrorism line perks his interest. He puts a hand to his cheek in thought, wondering if a certain something could possibly fall underneath that line of thinking. “Bio-terrorism… would the recent mental shutdowns be considered as such?” Yuusuke asks before quickly adding more to his statement.

“–I’ve heard about them on television. That’s as far as my knowledge goes, however.”

“Though, I am curious. Do I seem the type to not be alright?” the emperor asks bluntly, wondering why the woman would spill such knowledge to him in particular. Had he done something to stand out again? He is aware of his own strange nature, after all.

“Hmmm....they could possibly deal with mental shutdowns. My job is to exterminate B.O.Ws. A Bio Organic Weapon, or B.O.W. for short, is a general term used by several organizations and a number of researchers to refer to a creature intentionally created or genetically modified using a type of mutagen to become killing machines. I help get rid of them and the organizations that create these creatures.” She explained. 

“N-No! Not at all young man. I-I’m really sorry if I have offended you!” She said, biting her lip. “I didn’t mean to sound rude. I am sure you are a very capable young man. I just can’t stand the thought of someone getting hurt. It’s my job includes making sure the civilians are okay.”

@emperorsbrush

An eyebrow is raised. A creature…? The only thing that comes to mind are shadows, though no one should know of their existence outside of the phantom thieves for the most part. Maybe she’s referring to something else?

“I’m sorry miss, I am afraid I don’t have any information for you.”

Marie smiled, “I-It’s okay, really! I um.....” She wasn’t quite sure she should tell him this. “I work for an organization called the B.S.A.A. Have you heard of it? It is an international organization founded by the Federation of Pharmaceutical Companies at the request of the United States government. Our main purpose is to combat, prevent and exterminate bio-terrorism.” She said, whispering. “It’s okay if you don’t know about us. I actually envy you, I wish I lived a life not knowing what bio-terrorism was.”

“There has been no bio-terrorist attacks in Japan. At least....not until now. I’m from America, I came here on a mission to stop a B.O.W that your government thinks might be out here. Are you sure you haven’t seen anything suspicious? I just....want to make sure you’re okay.” 

@emperorsbrush

“Well....um....” Marie wasn’t quite sure how to answer that without making it sound peculiar. “Perhaps you have seen something you cannot quite explain? Or perhaps something you’ve never seen before? A....creature perhaps?” Marie immediately regretted adding that last part. It was quite clear he hasn’t seen anything out of the ordinary, or else he would have told her. 

@emperorsbrush

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@marie-nivans

[MESSAGE] That is an intense burden you’ve been carrying. It sounds like you have been trying your best - and from what you’ve said so far, “your best” is excellent. Even the best of us have failings, however.

[MESSAGE] It makes sense that you would be angry at yourself about it, too. Disease or not, it was still your hands that acted. You’re a very responsible, dutiful person - it’s no wonder you’re a captain.

[MESSAGE] Your colleagues must have loved you immensely. And it sounds like you loved them as well.

Akira re-read the messages from the request. They were clearly pained, guilt-laden, with a deep sense of worthlessness. 

He was no expert on cognition, but from what happened with Futaba, he had an idea: this split personality caused by the virus was a distortion and a sick heart. Maybe he could reform her. It was a long shot, but it was worth giving it a try before this person gave up on everything.

He had a reason to believe there was a location for a Palace, too, even if he did have to go overseas for it.

[MESSAGE] You’ve heard of our reputation, no doubt: we steal the hearts of the wicked and change them from the inside out. We could do the same for you with our method.

[MESSAGE] It may not destroy the virus, but we could reform that personality. Would you be interested in that?

She had heard about the rumors, this indeed was true. A group of people who had the ability to change people’s hearts. At first it almost sounded impossible. But at the same time, Marie had seen so much in her life she no longer questioned what was impossible and what wasn’t. There were things in this world that you cannot explain, and Marie was a good example. This thing that was living inside of her….she was sure no one else was experiencing. It wasn’t as if she had a split personality, no, this was something more complex. Something awful. Something dangerous. Marie was terrified of herself.

[MESSAGE]: You are too kind to me. If only you knew the things I did that day. You would no longer want to have anything to do with me. You wouldn’t give me the option to change my heart, and just kill me on the spot. I don’t blame you.

[MESSAGE]: It would be easy for me to say yes. Yes, I would like to change the heart of this virus. Yes, I would like to make all of this go away. To change for the better. It is so easy to say yes.

[MESSAGE]: But what happens if you succeed? What happens then? I still have blood on my hands. Innocent blood. It’s not fair to the people I have murdered if I get to have a happily ever and they don’t get justice. I don’t deserve to be saved.

Her hands were shaking again. There was a crushing pain inside her head that came and went in a pattern. It made her want to pace about, she couldn't sit, couldn't lie down or relax. Her eyes watered and her nose began to bleed. Maria was taking over her again. She was becoming more active than ever today for whatever reason. For a moment Maria began to type, a wicked grin on her lips.

[MESSAGE]: Let’s play. I can’t wait to tear you apart. As long as it's for the right cause, there's nothing wrong with playing dirty. That’s good news for you right? You invade people’s privacy and “change their heart”. So please, come to me. Give me all you got my dear Phantom. That’s what they call you right?

[MESSAGE]: His demented eyes twinkled with sadistic glee. His rusty blade dangled loosely from the pristine red glove that covered his hands, while the right hand played constantly with the keys to his victims handcuffs, playing, toying, savoring.

[MESSAGE]: You know, that sounds more like a Joker to me. You are not the Phantom. You are The Joker. Won’t you be my little play thing? You’ll be my new toy. Be a good little boy and give me what I want. Or perhaps girl? Either way I’ll enjoy ripping out your organs and bathing in your blood.

Marie looked at the messages Maria had sent. She was absolutely horrified.

[MESSAGE]: I am so sorry! That wasn’t me! It was her, I swear! She’s been taking over my body for several minutes here and there. I would like to believe she thinks of you as a threat, but I don’t think so anymore. She wants this. She wants to kill. Please, killing me would be easier than trying to change her. You cannot change a virus. Please, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.

@thecafeleblanc

 Adriana Lima being a ‘Hell Raiser’ by Sølve Sundsbø - LOVE Magazine

@armed-and-alxne

Thought I would give you some Maria on this nice day XD

“I just…want to be near you…” She said, her face completely red. She always wanted to be by his side. Her missions were always so lonely without him. She would try to Skype call him whenever she had the chance, but most of the time she was too busy to call him. She knew he understood, but Marie couldn’t help but to think he deserved better. 

Today, she felt the need to touch him. She didn’t know why, really, it sounded almost childish. Marie probably hugged him a thousand times today. She just wanted to be close. Today was one of those days she just didn’t want to go anywhere without him. She wanted his attention. It was almost selfish of her. He probably had things to do. “I-If that’s okay with you…” 

Luther grinned from ear to ear. He loved when she got this way, to be honest. He didn’t find it annoying or bothersome, or think she was needy or clingy at all. Marie was so sweet and so innocent that she didn’t even understand that she was an absolute bombshell, or have the wherewithal to recognize when she was the slightest bit horny. Watching her trying to figure it out was the more adorable and sexiest thing in the world for Luther, and he always wanted to encourage these moods whenever she had them.

“Okay… no problem,” he whispered, putting down his bottle of beer on the kitchen counter. He got a very frisky look on his face and a sensual look in his eyes. “Sit up on the island for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear. Marilou was out at her friends’ house for a sleepover, he knew, so she wouldn’t be home tonight. He wanted to try something… Lifting her  and placing her onto the kitchen island, he inched her over to sit on the very edge of it, stepping close to her so that her legs straddled his midsection.

He took things slow, reaching around and kneading her bottom through her cute little shorts as he nuzzled her slowly and pressed against her. For now, he was content to be close to her like this. if he moved too fast, she got embarrassed, he knew, and so he was just enjoying the closeness for now.

Her entire body felt warm. She had no idea what was wrong with her. But Luther was constantly on her mind today. She felt like she needed to be close to him today. And when he whispered in her ear, like that, it drove her insane. The acceleration of her heart-rate has everything to do with what her body really wants. She looked away as if the outside world holds her attention, but after all this time he read her like a book, eyes on his chest, her breathing rate duly noted. With a gentle finger she traces small circles on his chest. She then looks into his eyes with passion in a way that only magnifies the spark between them. There is no smile on his lips, only the hot intensity of his gaze. 

Marie gently massaged the back of his neck as he nuzzled her. He was the only healthy drug there is, the one that puts her mind into a frenzy of sparks. The simple touch of his hand made her feel so…..wonderful. In this moment she was only alive in the present, all thoughts of the past and future melted away. This medicine he brought heals her, and though Marie was addicted she felt safe because he was equally addicted to her. At least she hoped. Her lips met his forehead lovingly. 

When she kissed his forehead he bowed and tilted his head to kiss her neck. He could feel how quickly she was getting flushed all over and he loved it. Luther stepped back for a second to slip off his shirt, treating him to his own heat, which only she could draw out. He took her into his arms, rubbing her back and neck and arms and anything he wanted. Marie had always had such soft skin, and while his own was leathery and wrinkly with age, she looked as great at forty-something as she had in her twenties. How did he get so lucky?

He reached down to the hem of her shirt, grinning boyishly as he started to lift it up. If she let him, he’d pull it up and over her head. She’s probably wearin’ one of those cute little bras with the pretty colors or the lace on ‘em… She always has such nice underwear and she hides it under sweatclothes, heh. Too cute…

Marie lifted her arms for him. Her shirt was slowly removed, leaving her more exposed in only a bra and a pair of shorts. She felt goosebumps form on her now exposed skin. Her hands caressed his chest. He was still in great shape, it was indeed a nice sight. She felt embarrassed for looking, even if he was her husband. It was another human’s body she was looking at. Sometimes she couldn’t believe he was hers. That she was married to someone who accepted her for who she was. She didn’t believe there was anyone else out there who would be willing to go through some of the things she had put him through. 

Her hands carefully lowered ever so slowly, until they reached to his pants. She gulped, knowing she probably shouldn’t be touching so close around that area. Even if she was his wife. She knew about his phobia of another woman touching him there without his consent. She felt awful knowing what he had experienced in the past. She removed her hand, “S-Sorry…” Marie whispered. She didn’t deserved someone so sweet and caring. And so gentle. 

Yep, she had a cute little bra on… and it drove him crazy. His lips found hers, his tongue hungrily dancing with hers. She was so soft and beautiful and sweet that he just couldn’t believe she’d married him. It was just incredible that she was his wife.

He grinned, watching her eyes as her hands explored him. She was so shy, and yet… he knew that look on her face. She wanted him… badly. Now if he could just keep her own insecurities at bay, he’d be more than happy to give her everything she wanted.

When she apologized, he shook his head. “No, no, baby… it’s okay…” he whispered. “Listen to me…” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “You are the only woman I want touching me there. Ever. Just you. You’re the only one who has permission. Okay?” He kissed her again, and while he did so, he unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. Then he gently took one of her hands and laid it over his jeans - for to do any more than that would’ve scared her away for sure - and then took his hand away, letting her do as she pleased.

That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t get any attention of her own, oh no… One hand cradled her back as the other massaged her breast over her bra for a few seconds before slipping down into it… He love Marie’s breasts. They were of modest size, but they were beautiful and perfect and hers. He hated breast implants. Nope, Luther loved natural, and Marie was the most gorgeous natural woman alive as far as he was concerned. “I love you so much…” he whispered in her ear.

Marie hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of the beer he had been drinking earlier being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. Her arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck. In an instant she had pulled away, moaning in the contact of his body against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

“O-Okay…” Marie nodded. It made her feel better knowing he trusted her so much. She knew he trusted her, but it felt good hearing him say it. She relaxed when he cupped her face in his warm hands. She closed her eyes, humming happily as he did so. The sound of a zipper made her reopen her eyes, realizing he was going to take off his pants. At least she thought so. She was a little surprised when he took one of her hands and placed it over his jeans. She inhaled deeply, biting her lip. Oh goodness….what should I do? 

She bit back a moan as he rubbed her chest. Marilou may not have been in the house, but she was still embarrassed about the way she sounded when she moaned. Was she too loud? Did she sound weird when she did? These questions always came to mind when they made love. It was what held her back so much and made her scared. “I-I love you too…” She had no idea how he could touch her so well. He knew all the right places to make her squirm. 

Marie decided she should be doing something as well. Her fingers slid under his pants, and she could feel the waistband of his boxers. This immediately made her stop. Am I going to fast? Did he like it fast? WhatexactlywouldIbedoingthatmakesmehavetogofast?!

She was having second thoughts again. She wanted to hide in her little shell. These thoughts were always bothering her and prevented her from pleasing her husband. Marie felt awful. Why was she always so scared? 

“It’s okay,” he whispered, feeling her hesitation. “Here… I’ll get the embarrassment over with, alright?” he said with a playful grin. He was more than willing to embarrass himself to make her more comfortable. Shimmying out of his jeans, he pushed them down to his ankles before striking a little pose as his face turned red and he slid down his boxers as well. Now full exposed, Luther smirked and looked down at himself. 

“Look, baby… It’s just Little Luther, heh. Nothing embarrassing here, nothing scary. He likes you, heh. He doesn’t give a standing ovation to just anybody,” he said, totally red and laughing by now. He stepped closer and cupped her face again. “It’s just me. Okay? You know me. There’s nothing to be embarrassed. I love you so much. Everything about you. Even how adorably embarrassed you get.”

He caressed her hips, and then her thighs, and then his hands traced her back up to the little hooks of her bra. Unhooking it slowly and nuzzling her so tenderly, he slid off her bra, feeling himself become even more aroused. “You drive me nuts in such a good way… you know that, right?” he said in a voice he knew she knew well. It was his throaty, husky voice… the one he slipped into whenever he wanted her more than he could ever say.

Marie couldn’t help but to laugh. People think of laughing as a noise that comes from the mouth, but when Marie laughed it was nothing like that. The laugh was in her eyes, in the way her face changed into that vision of relaxed joy and unrestrained mirth. Yet truly, it wasn't in her face either. Marie’s laugh came from within. Luther made her so happy, so relaxed even when he was naked right in front of her. 

His kind words put her at ease. He knew exactly what to say to make her feel so much better about herself. It was one of the many reasons why she married him. All he saw was his flaws, but she saw nothing but perfection. But she knew if she told him that he would never believe her. So instead she dedicated the rest of her life to him. To do her best and treat him like a king. “Thank you Luther....I love you so much....” 

Oh God, when he spoke to her like that the butterflies in her stomach intensified. It made her feel so....good. She was beginning to think she could actually....

Look at you. Making him do all the work. You’re a terrible wife. So boring. So disgusting. You make me sick. 

Marie gasped. She wasn’t sure if it was Maria talking or if it was her own thoughts. 

Look at those hideous scars. Putrid.

No, I won’t let her win. I’ll do something for once....for Luther. 

Marie pushed Maria’s words to the back of her mind. Without realizing just how quick she moved, she got off of the island, pinning Luther to the table. She was on top of him now, her lips brushing over his. 

“I just…want to be near you…” She said, her face completely red. She always wanted to be by his side. Her missions were always so lonely without him. She would try to Skype call him whenever she had the chance, but most of the time she was too busy to call him. She knew he understood, but Marie couldn’t help but to think he deserved better. 

Today, she felt the need to touch him. She didn’t know why, really, it sounded almost childish. Marie probably hugged him a thousand times today. She just wanted to be close. Today was one of those days she just didn’t want to go anywhere without him. She wanted his attention. It was almost selfish of her. He probably had things to do. “I-If that’s okay with you…” 

Luther grinned from ear to ear. He loved when she got this way, to be honest. He didn’t find it annoying or bothersome, or think she was needy or clingy at all. Marie was so sweet and so innocent that she didn’t even understand that she was an absolute bombshell, or have the wherewithal to recognize when she was the slightest bit horny. Watching her trying to figure it out was the more adorable and sexiest thing in the world for Luther, and he always wanted to encourage these moods whenever she had them.

“Okay… no problem,” he whispered, putting down his bottle of beer on the kitchen counter. He got a very frisky look on his face and a sensual look in his eyes. “Sit up on the island for me, baby,” he whispered in her ear. Marilou was out at her friends’ house for a sleepover, he knew, so she wouldn’t be home tonight. He wanted to try something… Lifting her  and placing her onto the kitchen island, he inched her over to sit on the very edge of it, stepping close to her so that her legs straddled his midsection.

He took things slow, reaching around and kneading her bottom through her cute little shorts as he nuzzled her slowly and pressed against her. For now, he was content to be close to her like this. if he moved too fast, she got embarrassed, he knew, and so he was just enjoying the closeness for now.

Her entire body felt warm. She had no idea what was wrong with her. But Luther was constantly on her mind today. She felt like she needed to be close to him today. And when he whispered in her ear, like that, it drove her insane. The acceleration of her heart-rate has everything to do with what her body really wants. She looked away as if the outside world holds her attention, but after all this time he read her like a book, eyes on his chest, her breathing rate duly noted. With a gentle finger she traces small circles on his chest. She then looks into his eyes with passion in a way that only magnifies the spark between them. There is no smile on his lips, only the hot intensity of his gaze. 

Marie gently massaged the back of his neck as he nuzzled her. He was the only healthy drug there is, the one that puts her mind into a frenzy of sparks. The simple touch of his hand made her feel so…..wonderful. In this moment she was only alive in the present, all thoughts of the past and future melted away. This medicine he brought heals her, and though Marie was addicted she felt safe because he was equally addicted to her. At least she hoped. Her lips met his forehead lovingly. 

When she kissed his forehead he bowed and tilted his head to kiss her neck. He could feel how quickly she was getting flushed all over and he loved it. Luther stepped back for a second to slip off his shirt, treating him to his own heat, which only she could draw out. He took her into his arms, rubbing her back and neck and arms and anything he wanted. Marie had always had such soft skin, and while his own was leathery and wrinkly with age, she looked as great at forty-something as she had in her twenties. How did he get so lucky?

He reached down to the hem of her shirt, grinning boyishly as he started to lift it up. If she let him, he’d pull it up and over her head. She’s probably wearin’ one of those cute little bras with the pretty colors or the lace on ‘em… She always has such nice underwear and she hides it under sweatclothes, heh. Too cute…

Marie lifted her arms for him. Her shirt was slowly removed, leaving her more exposed in only a bra and a pair of shorts. She felt goosebumps form on her now exposed skin. Her hands caressed his chest. He was still in great shape, it was indeed a nice sight. She felt embarrassed for looking, even if he was her husband. It was another human’s body she was looking at. Sometimes she couldn’t believe he was hers. That she was married to someone who accepted her for who she was. She didn’t believe there was anyone else out there who would be willing to go through some of the things she had put him through. 

Her hands carefully lowered ever so slowly, until they reached to his pants. She gulped, knowing she probably shouldn’t be touching so close around that area. Even if she was his wife. She knew about his phobia of another woman touching him there without his consent. She felt awful knowing what he had experienced in the past. She removed her hand, “S-Sorry…” Marie whispered. She didn’t deserved someone so sweet and caring. And so gentle. 

Yep, she had a cute little bra on… and it drove him crazy. His lips found hers, his tongue hungrily dancing with hers. She was so soft and beautiful and sweet that he just couldn’t believe she’d married him. It was just incredible that she was his wife.

He grinned, watching her eyes as her hands explored him. She was so shy, and yet… he knew that look on her face. She wanted him… badly. Now if he could just keep her own insecurities at bay, he’d be more than happy to give her everything she wanted.

When she apologized, he shook his head. “No, no, baby… it’s okay…” he whispered. “Listen to me…” he said, cupping her face in his hands. “You are the only woman I want touching me there. Ever. Just you. You’re the only one who has permission. Okay?” He kissed her again, and while he did so, he unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans. Then he gently took one of her hands and laid it over his jeans - for to do any more than that would’ve scared her away for sure - and then took his hand away, letting her do as she pleased.

That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t get any attention of her own, oh no… One hand cradled her back as the other massaged her breast over her bra for a few seconds before slipping down into it… He love Marie’s breasts. They were of modest size, but they were beautiful and perfect and hers. He hated breast implants. Nope, Luther loved natural, and Marie was the most gorgeous natural woman alive as far as he was concerned. “I love you so much…” he whispered in her ear.

Marie hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of her lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of the beer he had been drinking earlier being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. Her arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck. In an instant she had pulled away, moaning in the contact of his body against her own, before she drew back into his lips.

“O-Okay...” Marie nodded. It made her feel better knowing he trusted her so much. She knew he trusted her, but it felt good hearing him say it. She relaxed when he cupped her face in his warm hands. She closed her eyes, humming happily as he did so. The sound of a zipper made her reopen her eyes, realizing he was going to take off his pants. At least she thought so. She was a little surprised when he took one of her hands and placed it over his jeans. She inhaled deeply, biting her lip. Oh goodness....what should I do? 

She bit back a moan as he rubbed her chest. Marilou may not have been in the house, but she was still embarrassed about the way she sounded when she moaned. Was she too loud? Did she sound weird when she did? These questions always came to mind when they made love. It was what held her back so much and made her scared. “I-I love you too...” She had no idea how he could touch her so well. He knew all the right places to make her squirm. 

Marie decided she should be doing something as well. Her fingers slid under his pants, and she could feel the waistband of his boxers. This immediately made her stop. Am I going to fast? Did he like it fast? WhatexactlywouldIbedoingthatmakesmehavetogofast?!

She was having second thoughts again. She wanted to hide in her little shell. These thoughts were always bothering her and prevented her from pleasing her husband. Marie felt awful. Why was she always so scared?