[CLOSED] make you feel wanted...

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Who said you can't have me?" He asked, rubbing her side gently. He kissed her forehead, hugging her tightly. "I'm all yours, baby girl. There's not a single other person I would want to be with." He said quietly, leaning down to press his lips gently to hers. He ran his hand up to her neck, rubbing it gently. He pulled away slowly, looking down at her.

"Why? You don't wanna be my girl?" He asked teasingly with a sideways smile. "Just because I know I'm dying means nothing. I could get hit by a bus tomorrow. And that has nothing to do with satan or cancer. Everything is just a number, and no one knows for sure how much time they have left."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey met the kiss, curling up even closer, not that it was really possible anymore. she smiled at his words. "I do want to," She whispered. "Since I first walked in that door." She laughed softly, the sound catching slightly in her throat, as if grief lingered there too. But she didn't want to be sad right now, not when every minutes, every second with him counted.

"I'm dying too...my mom's gonna kill me when she figures out how old you really arm." she smiled faintly up at him, kissed his jaw before taking one of his hands, gazing down at it as she toyed with the more masculine fingers.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt laughed, shaking his head. He looked down at her hand, then slipped his fingers between hers. "Being a roadie kind of bangs up your hands. Broke this one in a door." He said, wiggling his fingers between hers. "Nearly got the other one cut off when the guitarist threw a guitar at me." He shrugged, kissing her again.

"I'll take a bullet for you. I don't have much to lose anyways." He said quietly, rubbing her side with his free hand. "It's not like I'm getting you knocked up or something. Hardy har har." He scoffed, wondering exactly what her mom was going to say. 'I can't even have kids..' He thought, squeezing her side.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Ouch," Zoey laughed. "That musta sucked." She kissed him back, smiling against his lips a moment. At his words she simply scoffed, smacked his shoulder gently. "She's my mom, she's gonna worry. especially since the current man of our house is..well..gay."

She smirked, thumb rubbing gently at his chest over his heart before she rested her head against his shoulder with a sudden, impish smile.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I can't help it I can't have kids!" He said with a laugh, ducking his head as she smacked him. He pulled up her shirt, kissing her stomach gently. "Even if you would make a beautiful mommy." He said, running his hand across her stomach. He kissed her again, keeping his hand pressed to her stomach.

"Well duh your mom's gonna worry. I was the one who inked up your back." He said with a sly smile, running his tongue across the back of his bottom lip, feeling the scars from his old piercings there.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey just laughed, realizing how good it felt to do so. She placed her hand on his over her stomach with a smile. "I dunno about that," She murmured self consciously.

She kissed his cheek gently, then wrapped her arms firmly around him and buried her face against his neck. Just....happy for once.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Aw, hush. I think you'd look perfect." He said with a smile, rubbing her side gently. He gently pulled her shirt back down, running a hand through her hair. "You always look perfect, no matter what." He smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and coughed into his arm, biting his lip. The pain spread from his stomach to his lung, and he coughed again, rubbing her side gently.

'Go ahead and kill me before I get a chance to do what you want, stupid. You're gonna screw me over anyways.' He thought, and heard laughing in his head.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled. "No I don't," She complained, the words muffled against the collar of his shirt. She heard him cough and her eyebrows furrowed. She straightened up some, touched his cheek. "You okay..?"

A gentle hand ghosted over his chest, falling to a rest on his own stomach. 'Why you gotta keep hurting him? Why can't you just give him a break?'

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

The laughing in his head didn't cease, only got louder, her pleas echoing in his head. "Peachy.." He mumbled, pulling himself to his feet. He took in a few shallow breaths, positive his lung was going to collapse for sure. He walked over to the bed, laying down across it, biting back tears of anger and pain. He clutched at his side, the pain growing worse and worse until it suddenly subsided. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

'You see what I'll do if you don't listen to me?'

"I see.. I got it.." He whispered, a rough cough passing his lips.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey watched him get up, tears burning in the corners of her eyes when he went and laid down. She was afraid to touch him until her mumbled and coughed again.

And then she moved towards him, collapsed beside him and hugged him close, careful so as not to hurt him, tears rolling down her cheeks.