[fanfiction] what we cannot explain
365 Gay Sharks
Day 109, Word Count: 812
Theme: April; Double Rainbow
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Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Marcilynn/Eduardo
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is all organizedcure's fault for saying "LIES. BREAK OUT THE MARCILYNN." when I said "but Mark/Eduardo corset piercings don't even make sense!" Takes place in the same universe as unexpected and defeated if, you know. You don't know about Marcilynn Zuckerberg and her fierce self.
Disclaimer: Get out, Mark.
Summary: "Do you know I used to think it was stupid, how often people said they loved someone? I'm beginning to see why they do it, though, because I just want to say that I love you all the time."
what we cannot explain
It's Eduardo's fault. Eduardo asks her about her fantasies and she carefully says she doesn't have any, but Eduardo is a sneaky bastard. He pins her to the bed and teases her until she gives in and tells him about the corset piercings. This is an incredibly awkward thing, because she's never said it out loud before. Mark's voiced that sometimes she just wants to feel pretty, but she's never told Eduardo that to her, corset piercings are the ultimate expression of that. It's a difficult thing to put into words.
The nice thing about Eduardo, though, is that Eduardo doesn't really need the words. He knows how to read Mark like a book, knows without her saying it that this is something she doesn't really want to talk about in depth. So Mark thinks that's the end of it and pushes the whole thing into the back of her mind. Honestly, she should have expected that Eduardo wouldn't drop it. He wraps an arm around her when they're just kind of lying next to each other on her bed and Mark is really, really not expecting it.
"So I found a place nearby that'll do them."
Mark blinks, "What?"
"Corset piercings. I mean, if you want."
For a long, long moment Mark just stares at Eduardo. She can't quite process what he's said to her, it's like an infinite feedback loop that never quite resolves, and Eduardo just waits. Finally, Mark just buries her face in the curve of where Eduardo's neck meets his shoulder.
"Do you know I used to think it was stupid, how often people said they loved someone? I'm beginning to see why they do it, though, because I just want to say that I love you all the time."
Eduardo laughs, warm and deep, "You're allowed to say it all the time."
"I love you," Mark says, and it doesn't feel adequate.
Maybe there are no words to express what she's feeling, the way she's so grateful to Eduardo and the way her heart pounds as she's signing the forms and lying down on a table with her shirt off. Eduardo is there, holding her hand, and it feels so ridiculous to be actually. To be actually getting corset piercings.
Objectively it doesn't hurt that much compared to other things, but it's still painful and she maybe squeezes Eduardo's hand a little more than absolutely necessary. Then there's a long list of care requirements and Mark nods along, unable to focus on anything but the six sharp points of pain between her shoulders. It's pretty much, let them heal up, lace some ribbon through them, and then take them out after a while. She can do that. Rather, Eduardo can do that because she can't reach them to wash and clean.
And there's the thing: they are ridiculously sensitive.
When Eduardo's cleaning them, Mark can't stop making tiny, pleased noises. She straddles Eduardo after, kissing him and aware of exactly where his hands are against her. There is never a time when she isn't aware of the piercings. She sits through class without slouching for once, unable to have her back against the seat without wincing.
Eduardo laces ribbon through the piercings when they're ready, shows up to her room with a length of perfectly Facebook-blue ribbon that makes Mark wonder how many places he went to find it. It's not important, though, and Mark carefully pulls off her shirt and lets him lace the ribbon through it. Eduardo presses a kiss to where the ribbons first cross over, and she shivers.
There are times when Mark can't articulate why she wants something, but then there are times like this. Times like pushing Eduardo back onto the bed and undoing his pants, undoing him and rolling the condom on before whispering I'm going to ride you and reveling in the groan Eduardo gives. Times like sinking onto Eduardo, who keeps one hand on her hip and the other between her shoulder blades, running fingers along the ribbon and making Mark lose her focus.
She leans down to kiss Eduardo, his hand at the base of the ribbon, and tries to say thank you without having so say that because it doesn't sound like enough. Seems to fall flat against all the things she can't express.
But then again, it's Eduardo who knows her better than she knows herself and knows when she can't say things because the English language is constrictive and unable to fully express fine emotions. So there's that. There's that and then there's Eduardo kissing his way along the length of the ribbon, later, after when they're just relaxing on the bed. There's Mark, who thinks that even with all the hassle this is worth it.
There's the two of them, maybe not understanding everything in the world but completely fine with that.
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Day 109, Word Count: 812
Theme: April; Double Rainbow
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: The Social Network; Marcilynn/Eduardo
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: This is all organizedcure's fault for saying "LIES. BREAK OUT THE MARCILYNN." when I said "but Mark/Eduardo corset piercings don't even make sense!" Takes place in the same universe as unexpected and defeated if, you know. You don't know about Marcilynn Zuckerberg and her fierce self.
Disclaimer: Get out, Mark.
Summary: "Do you know I used to think it was stupid, how often people said they loved someone? I'm beginning to see why they do it, though, because I just want to say that I love you all the time."
what we cannot explain
It's Eduardo's fault. Eduardo asks her about her fantasies and she carefully says she doesn't have any, but Eduardo is a sneaky bastard. He pins her to the bed and teases her until she gives in and tells him about the corset piercings. This is an incredibly awkward thing, because she's never said it out loud before. Mark's voiced that sometimes she just wants to feel pretty, but she's never told Eduardo that to her, corset piercings are the ultimate expression of that. It's a difficult thing to put into words.
The nice thing about Eduardo, though, is that Eduardo doesn't really need the words. He knows how to read Mark like a book, knows without her saying it that this is something she doesn't really want to talk about in depth. So Mark thinks that's the end of it and pushes the whole thing into the back of her mind. Honestly, she should have expected that Eduardo wouldn't drop it. He wraps an arm around her when they're just kind of lying next to each other on her bed and Mark is really, really not expecting it.
"So I found a place nearby that'll do them."
Mark blinks, "What?"
"Corset piercings. I mean, if you want."
For a long, long moment Mark just stares at Eduardo. She can't quite process what he's said to her, it's like an infinite feedback loop that never quite resolves, and Eduardo just waits. Finally, Mark just buries her face in the curve of where Eduardo's neck meets his shoulder.
"Do you know I used to think it was stupid, how often people said they loved someone? I'm beginning to see why they do it, though, because I just want to say that I love you all the time."
Eduardo laughs, warm and deep, "You're allowed to say it all the time."
"I love you," Mark says, and it doesn't feel adequate.
Maybe there are no words to express what she's feeling, the way she's so grateful to Eduardo and the way her heart pounds as she's signing the forms and lying down on a table with her shirt off. Eduardo is there, holding her hand, and it feels so ridiculous to be actually. To be actually getting corset piercings.
Objectively it doesn't hurt that much compared to other things, but it's still painful and she maybe squeezes Eduardo's hand a little more than absolutely necessary. Then there's a long list of care requirements and Mark nods along, unable to focus on anything but the six sharp points of pain between her shoulders. It's pretty much, let them heal up, lace some ribbon through them, and then take them out after a while. She can do that. Rather, Eduardo can do that because she can't reach them to wash and clean.
And there's the thing: they are ridiculously sensitive.
When Eduardo's cleaning them, Mark can't stop making tiny, pleased noises. She straddles Eduardo after, kissing him and aware of exactly where his hands are against her. There is never a time when she isn't aware of the piercings. She sits through class without slouching for once, unable to have her back against the seat without wincing.
Eduardo laces ribbon through the piercings when they're ready, shows up to her room with a length of perfectly Facebook-blue ribbon that makes Mark wonder how many places he went to find it. It's not important, though, and Mark carefully pulls off her shirt and lets him lace the ribbon through it. Eduardo presses a kiss to where the ribbons first cross over, and she shivers.
There are times when Mark can't articulate why she wants something, but then there are times like this. Times like pushing Eduardo back onto the bed and undoing his pants, undoing him and rolling the condom on before whispering I'm going to ride you and reveling in the groan Eduardo gives. Times like sinking onto Eduardo, who keeps one hand on her hip and the other between her shoulder blades, running fingers along the ribbon and making Mark lose her focus.
She leans down to kiss Eduardo, his hand at the base of the ribbon, and tries to say thank you without having so say that because it doesn't sound like enough. Seems to fall flat against all the things she can't express.
But then again, it's Eduardo who knows her better than she knows herself and knows when she can't say things because the English language is constrictive and unable to fully express fine emotions. So there's that. There's that and then there's Eduardo kissing his way along the length of the ribbon, later, after when they're just relaxing on the bed. There's Mark, who thinks that even with all the hassle this is worth it.
There's the two of them, maybe not understanding everything in the world but completely fine with that.
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