Author's note -
Hi everyone. It took me a little longer to get this next chapter out to you because the first three were done as one big project when I had some off days. The time gap between stories will probably be around a week to two weeks from here on out, life being busy as it is bound to be. I really, really appreciated all the feedback and support on the previous chapters. I just wanted to let everyone who posted comments to know that I do indeed read all of them, and take them under advisement, however I want to remind everyone that this will be a very long series, probably more than 20 chapters. So keep in mind that character development is still in the early stages.
As always I welcome all comments, suggestions, support, and criticisms. Constructive feedback is a great asset to my writing, and I keep each bit in mind, even if I don't necessarily agree with it.
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"Marrrrcus... Marrrrcuuuusss..." Chloe's soft voice interrupted Marcus's comfortable sleep.
It was Marcus's habit to sleep in the first day back from a campaign. Some days he would sleep as late as ten o' clock. The practice of waking up at dawn that had been ingrained in them at the war college persisted while he was away fighting with the legion, but when he first came home he reveled in the small comfort of being able to sleep in as long as he wanted. Evidently the matriarchs of the forum had other ideas.
"Marcus?"
"Mmmphhh... What Chloe?"
"Well I've been looking around the kitchen and there is absolutely no food left. What are we going to eat for breakfast?"
"Why are you so concerned about breakfast already Chloe? It can't be much later than six."
Marcus's face was still pressed into the pillow, his body splayed out on his stomach with one arm hanging off the bed. He was confused as to how he got there, as he had fallen asleep on the opposite side of the bed. An explanation not immediately apparent he lifted himself up on his elbows, and began looking quizzically at the position of the bedsheets. Guessing his unspoken question, Chloe answered it before he had a chance to ask.
"You started to squash me this morning when you rolled over. That was at about five I think. At first it was nice, but after a couple minutes I couldn't breath so I just slipped out from under you and got out of bed. Then I was wide awake, so I thought I'd look for something for us to eat for breakfast."
"Mph," Marcus said sleepily, in an attempt to convey comprehension. Instead of a coherent response, what came out was a low pitched sigh that sounded mildly irritated.
"If you're still tired you can go back to sleep, I just thought you might be hungry after the... fun we had last night." Chloe said, grinning slightly as she recalled their late night romp between the sheets.
"Nooooo. I guess I'm not tired... anymore." Marcus said pointedly with a chuckle, as he rolled over and sat up with his feet on the floor.
"Uh oh..." Chloe's soft laugh confused Marcus again, his brain not completely awake.
He followed her eyes down to where they were directed at his throbbing morning wood, tenting his briefs aggressively. Hastily he covered his lap with a sheet.
"Ummm sorry about that." He mumbled as he tried desperately to think away his morning wood.
His efforts were soon made pointless, as his eyes were now at the level of Chloe's ample chest. She was still wearing his cotton shirt that he had given her, leaving the top buttons undone. Only the lowest part of her breasts and her nipples were still hidden. As he watched her breathe, her breasts swelled outwards slightly. Trailing his eyes up her chest and face to her eyes, he took note of her single eyebrow cocked raised roguishly.
"You're not hungry are you Marcus." Chloe said plainly.
"No, I can't really say that I am." Marcus responded watching her eyes as her chest began to heave more insistently.
"Well then, did you do that Marcus?" She asked flirtatiously as she ripped the sheet off his lap.
"Well I had a little... you know... problem"
"Yes I can see that Marcus, I want to know why you were trying to hide it from me."
"I wasn't!" Marcus chided himself as he heard his tone. He sounded like a child under her playful questioning.
This was definitely not how Marcus had expected the morning to go. He had though they would wake up gradually, with some cuddling perhaps, then get out of bed and get ready for the day. What he got instead was a rude awakening at dawn, and asked flirtatious questions about the state of his dick that his sleep befuddled mind was not prepared to answer. Collecting his thoughts quickly, Marcus accepted that his expectations were not becoming reality, and it was time to go on the offensive and turn the tables on her.
Rising quickly to his feet he seized Chloe by the waist, kissing her roughly. Expecting that she would be disgusted by his morning breath, Marcus was surprised when she responded with equal passion. Taking a moment away from her lips Marcus reached down grabbed the front of the shirt she wore, balling each side into one of his hands.
"This needs to come off." He said darkly, watching her eyes carefully for any hesitation at his rough approach.
"Okay." She answered breathily.
As she spoke she reached down to start unbuttoning the shirt, but Marcus beat her to it. His hands still grasping at either side of the front he ripped his arms apart aggressively, the buttons flying off as the shirt flew open.
"Marcus! That was my new favorite shirt!" Chloe gasped, her eyes betraying her excitement.
"I'll let you have another one of mine."
As he finished speaking he began ripping the shirt again. The cotton, already weak from age and his previous ripping, fell to shreds under Marcus's strong hands. As he tore the shirt from her, Marcus heard Chloe panting with excitement. Deciding to air towards the melodramatic and continue his display she enjoyed so much, he tore the shirt more than was strictly necessary, until finally it lay as a heap of rags on the floor, leaving Chloe standing naked in front of him.
