12:25 am
the lights flickered in the hallway as Marcus exited the lift. he'd been showing off the club to some rich somebodys or other in hopes that they'd jump in and help pay for renovations to some bits and bobs that needed it. then maybe he could afford to move himself and Six into a better building, y'know, the type a girl deserves, and where the walls were thick enough not to get noise complaints filed against them every other night.

he had the paper in his teeth, trying desperately to balance the cuts of fresh tuna he had managed to charm out of the grocer's daughter downstairs, his briefcase, AND try to get the keys out of his suit jacket. it was too late for this shit, his half-lidded expression said as he dropped the keys for the fourth time in front of her door.

room 6, a not so subtle joke made when they had moved in, coupled with the even less subtle fact that he lived in room 9. it was true that they were sort of seeing each other whenever they could spare even an hour or two, but eh. this was not a girl you wanted to push away by being clingy. she'd sleep over at his, and he would at hers, it was pretty simple, really. simple as the fact he had never met anyone who he loved being around, and just plain ol' loved screwing madly as the gorgeous slice of puma sexyness that she was.

he hoped he wasn't gonna wake her up, though. cringing, he slid his key into the lock, gingerly turning it until it clicked, crreeeeaking the door open with his foot and waiting for something to be thrown at his head. opening one eye, he carefully sneaked in and nudged it closed again, stubbing his hoof on something and nearly faceplanting altogether. softly swearing up a storm, he placed down the paper and put the fish in the fridge for her to find in the morning. flowers were a bit expensive, and he could never decide just how many he should buy, often walking around the florist's with arm loads before giving up. breakfast seemed a better way to say what he wanted, 'specially since she looooved that fish.

he exhaled, decompressing as he clinked out a bottle of scotch and poured himself a wee drop before removing his jacket and tie. he had dressed up smart for this jibberjabbering about numbers, something he didn't do often at all. his mane, normally wildly tossing about his shoulders like a fiery halo, was pulled back in a series of strict looking knots, as was his tail. glasses, halfway down his nose, only made his green eyes that much more stern and matter-of-fact-y, as did the rather strained looking white dress shirt he had been trying his best not to hulk out of all bloody day. placing his drink on the table, he fiddled with the tiny shirt buttons until the top one finally gave, releasing a fair amount of aged cologne scent into the room. it was musky, not too flirty, but simple, with a fair amount of mule kick to it, if'n you happened to get a good whiff. shirt now open, he could breathe now, and tighten and flex his abs and pecs that'd been so repressed for so many long hours.

opening the little balcony slider, he leaned there and sipped, listening to the sirens and traffic noises, while dusky neon lights lit one side of him up in dirty pink haze. checking back, he slid the door a little bit closed, to muffle the sound of him giving the failing aircon unit a good hard punch. he sighed. he needed to get her out of this shithole.

after stepping back inside, he plinked his glass onto the table, and half rose before stopping abruptly. somethin' smelled -good-.. lifting his eyes, he half smiled as he saw a hint of a figure leaning in the corridor, those massive blue eyes silently watching him while she sleepily hugged herself, rubbing her hands along her biceps. the soft neon lit her up occasionally, showing the dark, soft black of her fur in a even softer light against her worn purple robe. she had bed hair, no makeup whatsoever, and somehow she still managed to look absolutely scorching hot as usual.

she was just leaning there, her elegant pads having made no indication of when she had gotten there, or what she had seen.

"did i wake y'up, baby?" he didn't know why he was whispering, but she had always made him shut the fuck up with just a look or a movement. he moved closer, her soft, sweet, half-perfume half-warm bed scent filling up those big nostrils of his making his brain completely haze the fuck out.
"m'sorry. you know i am. c'mere, baby.. a'just need a lil'.. just.."
there was no mistaking how hard he was drawn to her, as he closed the distance between them in an instant, fingers gently pushing the hem from her shoulder and his lips touching down on that soft, soft fur, kissing slowly. he was melting like he always did, the big strong badass,immersed in the simplicity of just how much he enjoyed kissing her. and the kisses did not stop for an instant, slowly, -deeply- working their way up her shoulder, until he hit the spot that always uuuuurged him to get rock hard in seconds: her neck. dear jusus god, that neck of her was mind-blowing, even now when her perfume was faded he still could NOT stop kissing it, muttering how long his day had been, how much he had missed her, even whispering in her ear he had jerked off twice to those pictures of her on his phone, and he STILL couldn't get his boner to go down.

that little soft giggle make him smile like an idiot into her neck. she was -purring-. how could he not grin, with that sexy little rumble vibrating his lips every time he kissed her. working his way up to her lips, he kissed her soft and slow several time before headrubbing with her, whispering for her to go back to bed. he'd be there in a second. she gave him a little kiss on his pecs, turned, and did that horribly ungodly sexy walk back to the bedroom, popping those hips in a way she KNEW made his pants creeeeak with the strain of his throbbing meat.

undressing himself quickly, he folded his clothes up and then strode to the doorway leading to the gorgeously big, soft [if well worn out] bed, and let her see him unleash his tail and mane, standing there completely naked with the soft neon light illuminating both his massive muscles, and the absolute tower of a fuckpole she'd made so stiff so quickly. a hoof pawed the floor a few times, before he mock-glared at her.

"how about we make 'em go for complaint number 32?"