the moon got lost again last night [marco]

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The door made a loud sound that echoed all over the vast, empty room as the last of the girls bid Kathryn farewell and exited. Kat sank to the wooden floor and began undoing the knot that kept the soft fabric around her legs and finally removed her shoes. She was sitting right next to the wall-to-wall mirror of the dance studio and, as she lifted her head, couldn’t help eye her reflection over her shoulder and frown at the hint of bags under her bags, more noticeable that up close. A string of hair had broken free from her high bun and Kat simply decided to let the rest of it lose, slightly massaging her scalp after it fell on her shoulders. It was then that she noticed the hole on the side of her leotard, the one she had made the last time she’d done laundry. It appeared to have gotten slightly bigger. Gawd. She growled to the empty room. Timing wasn’t ideal. The purchase of the new leotard would have to wait, seeing as her daughter was getting so big and needed new shoes for school already.

Getting up from the floor Kat forced herself to consider that the hole wasn’t that big and it was barely noticeable and that the situation wasn’t really urgent. She slipped on her clothes and shoes, stuffed her things in her bag and head out, careful to lock the place properly. In her head, Kat was already going through a checklist as she got into her old car, turned on the engine and on the whole drive home.

The sun was beginning to set, but Kat had taken care of most of her to do list that morning. And since her mother had had a sudden urge to have her granddaughter spend Friday night with her, there was no need to hurry over to tuck anyone in. Kat knew her mother had probably picked up on the fact that she needed a small break – could it have been the fact that Kat had whined to her about having morning sickness in the evenings and not having been able to get her eyebrows waxed in ages? Well, she supposed this gentle offering was a lot better than the sympathy she’d been naively expecting (how her mother had dared to proceed to wonder out loud why it was that Marco put up with her lack of a haircut was beyond her) and she was glad that her daughter could spend so much time with her grandparents. But her mother might have had a point and she was giving her that night as an opportunity to enjoy a quiet dinner just the two of them and perhaps even talk about their days and watch something together. Just in case, Kay had also bought a bottle of white win (of which she could only have on glass) and shaved her legs. But as the sun continued to hide, she was beginning to think she might be too tired for that.

Still, upon getting home and stepping inside the house, Kat made her way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge, checking to see how chill the bottle had turned. She then glanced over at the stove and wondered if she should make something out of the ordinary for dinner. The three of them not being there for the night was extraordinary in itself, so maybe she should make an occasion of it? Marco was nowhere to be seen, but if she was going to make something it was probably better not to ask him. And so, before anything else, before changing into something more comfortable and thus letting her exhaustion wash over her and disable her, Kat got to work. She decided to cook the latest thing she’d seen in a magazine: fajitas and guacamole… or the closest thing to it she could manage with what she had already in stock. She would be dipping hers in chocolate syrup also, but that was all her hormones’ fault and Marco would have to put up with the sight of it.

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[marc]

Marco needed to stop volunteering himself to supervise detention. Honestly. He never really wanted to be there and was only ever guilted into volunteering himself because no one else would. It made his days too long. Believe it or not, sometimes he actually liked to be home before the sun went down. Fridays were the worst, too. The kids didn’t want to be there any day, but an afternoon detention of a Friday was delaying everyone from the start of the weekend and it showed in the moods of the students as they sat, scowling around the classroom. Marco had actually felt sorry for them, and had he not already been reprimanded for letting his ninth grade class order pizza instead of doing any work, he’d probably let them all go early. Since that just wasn’t an option though, he sat in silence at the front of the room until the clocked ticked over, then dismissed the students. Ushering them out as quickly as possible. Not that they needed any coaxing to hightail it.

Never really one to be good at planning, Marco had to go back to his office to collect his things before he could go home. Had he been a more organized man, he would have done that earlier, taken them with him to detention, and then shot off faster than the students could as soon as the time was up. However, he’d never win any awards for thinking ahead, so as it was, he now had to delay his departure for even longer. Frowning at his own lack of thinking, Marco let himself into the office he shared with the other teachers of the maths department and strolled over to his desk. Sitting down in hi chair, the man started to collect all things he needed to take home for the weekend. Mainly the tenth grade quiz he had to mark and his personal affects. Like his car keys. Where the hell had he put those? Opening the top draw, Marco riffled through it, trying to remember for the life of him what the eff he had done with his car keys! He couldn’t actually go anywhere without them.

Two draws and a pocket of his knapsack check later, and his keys are found and the man is on his way to the parking lot. The drive home was short, but then, Capeside wasn’t exactly a huge place so nothing took too long to get to. In a few classic rock songs (to which Marco sung along with) he was pulling up in his drive-way. Grinning to see his wife’s car already there. Getting out, he locked his car and made his way up to the front door. Hmm, the house was quiet. Too quiet. Normally when Claire was home there was at least some noise to be heard as he stepped over the threshold. Today though, silence. Was she already in bed? Marco looked at his watch. She shouldn’t be. It wasn’t that late. Closing the front door behind him, Marco ventured further into the house. “Kathryn?” He called, as he dropped his keys into the bowl and set down his knapsack. “Babe?” He called again as he moved through the house and into the kitchen. “Oh! There you are.” He smiled at the woman, moving up to snake hi arms around her from behind. “Where’s Claire-Bear?”

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Kat hadn’t showered or even taken her shoes off, but her mood had improved considerably by the time Marco got home. It might have had something to do with the fact that she’d managed to successfully make something new for dinner; maybe it was just her hormones acting for her instead of against her for once. She’d been too busy with the final touches to the guacamole and thus didn’t hear Marco call out to her upon arriving home and didn’t register his presence until he was in the kitchen, approaching her.

“Oh, hey,” she greeted him over her shoulder, leaning back into him gently as he put his arms around her, “Didn’t hear you come in. She’s with my parents,” explained Kat, regarding Marc’s question about their daughter, “She’s spending the nigh—oh, shit, too much salt… I mean—shit.”

Kat shook her head and threw her eyes back, remembering with relief that Claire wasn’t home. The moment Claire had been born, Kathryn had vowed to cut down on the swearing. Failed miserably. Then she’d made a new vow when the little girl had spoken her first words. And, well, it was a testament of Kat’s success with that vow that Claire’s favorite word was ‘ath-hole,’ especially while in the car. There had been no phone calls from the other moms or from Claire’s teachers, but Kat was expecting them any time soon.

“Ugh. Anyway, what do you think?” she asked Marco, passing him a chip over her shoulder. She continued, “I guess my mom thinks she can do a better job trying to get her to eat lettuce. You know, ‘cause she’s a model of health herself what with her daily dose of Scotch. I told her vegetables aren’t important and that we’d high five each other if we manage to get Claire to graduate high school without getting pregnant.” Kathryn put the kitchen utensils down and turned in Marco’s arm to face him, wrapping her own arms around his neck. “Menopause has murdered her sense of humor, though. But how was your day?” She finished with a small smile. “Applied any medieval forms of punishment today? The iron maiden? Anal impalement?”

It slowly, superficially, began sinking in that they hadn’t been alone in a while. Not even when Claire was asleep, because by then so was Kathryn. It wasn’t as bad as it had been a few months ago, right before they’d decided to get pregnant again. For several months before that, they drifted apart; they had adjusted to their new domestic lifestyle and Claire was no longer a toddler and everything seemed to slow down for them, for better or worse. And then they barely saw each other. Marco had started spending a lot of time with Ellis, band practice, volunteering for so many things at school. Kat had taken up new groups to teach ball room to in the afternoons (not like they couldn't use it). She had been so frustrated with him at some points. And she had actually been really worried at the time. But now she was thinking maybe it had been for nothing. The three of them were excited about the new baby and things felt a little like when they’d first moved to Capeside.

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[marc]

Marco smirked at her choice of language. He remembered very clearly that when Clair was born, they had both vowed to stop the swearing. However, that lasted all of a few days with the sleepless nights and anxious stress of having a brand new baby in the house and they’d just settled to reduce it. Which may or may not have been successful depending on what you deemed as a reduction in bad language. Running his hands softly over stomach, Marco gave a silent greeting to his new little baby that was growing inside his wife. The first time around, Marco had been scared and that dampened his excitement somewhat. This time, he was in full excitement mode. Being the amazing hunter and gatherer that he was by re-painting the spare room and putting Clair’s old crib back together, and... breaking up with his mistress. God. The thought made him cringe a little. He was an asshole.

Tightening his arms around Kat, as though that made up for everything, Marco nuzzled into her neck briefly, trying to push thoughts of Mimi from his mind. Hmm, food. That was exactly what he needed to push his thoughts away from less provocative thoughts. With his hands still around her, Marco leaned in to bite the chip out of her hands. He crunched for a few minutes before swallowing. “Hmm, tasty. Not as good as you though.” He leaned into her neck and gave it a playful lick before settling to listen to her talk. Man. This was why he loved her. She had a sense of humour, and not even ‘growing up’ and becoming a mother had changed that. Perhaps that should have proven to Marco that he didn’t have to lose who he was to become more mature but.. Eh. Life was more fun his way. Besides, who needed to grow up when he had Kat to be mature for him.

“Baby, I don’t care what your mother tries to feed her, if it means we get to spend the night alone together, I’m all for it.” He gave her another squeeze, before peppering soft kisses along her jaw-line. It was actually really rare that they had any time to spend just the two of them these days. Which, he supposed was his fault. Or at least part of it was his fault. He was keeping himself busy to try and stop his mind from wondering to things that he really shouldn’t have been thinking about. Maybe though, if he could spend more time like this with Kat, he’d forget about Mimi faster. His grip loosened and he let her turn in his arms. Stopping his kisses until she was facing him. However it wasn’t long before he returned to pressing his lips to her flesh. This time kissing her neck.

Groaning at her topic choice, Marco pulled back, sighing slightly. “Babe.. We are home alone for the first time in forever and you want to talk student’s butt cracks being impaled?”

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Kat couldn’t help laughing out loud, both of her hands resting on Marco’s arms as he whole body shook with laughter.

“What? That doesn’t get you in the mood? But I was sure…” she teased, her voice, high pitched with amusement, trailing off as she brought her arms up to wrap around his neck.

Someone was, however, in the mood. Kat couldn’t blame him, though. It was true that they hadn’t spend much time together unless it was taking Claire to McDonald’s on the weekend or something. Even when they’d been trying for the second child, it had meant waiting for the girl to fall completely asleep; no easy task considering how she had been going through that phase on which kids think there’s a monster in their closet (or in Claire’s case, Ghostface, seeing as she’d taken a liking to nineties slasher flicks that had given the couple many a headache and yet she refused to stop watching) and tend to wake up in the middle of the night and travel to their parents’ bed. It would also mean that by the time the small girl was finally asleep, Kat was feeling just as ready to doze off. It had been tricky trying to find the time to actually do it while keeping an eye on the door in hopes of not scarring their child for life. It’s not like they could really afford the therapy right now.

It had been a long week, but she was hardly going to pass up the chance for some time with her husband. Her mother was constantly harping on about it and she hated to admit the woman was right. Especially since Kat’s parents seemed to have the most active sex life in town, as she was unfortunate enough to be aware of. How they’d managed that with three children was beyond her, but it was probably one of the reasons why her sister had been able to have an abortion at sixteen without them finding out and why her older brother was in rehab for the third time. Kat tried not to dwell on that too much, but considering, she had it really good. She really did. Looking at Marco then, she was reminded of how lucky she was, ups and downs and everything. Her husband (a hot piece of ass, she would like to add) was there and they had a healthy daughter and a roof over their heads. She even felt bad about being so hard on him most of the time. He had never planned on teaching full time, yet there he was day after day and he was the same guy she’d fallen in love with and broken up a very potentially successful band for and she oftentimes failed to appreciate that.

She kissed him. Then she let her arms travel down his chest and begin unbuttoning his shirt.

“Oh, how’s Ellis doing?”

The past few years it had become nearly impossible for Kat to not have at least fifty things on her mind at once. She continued to kiss and undress him.

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[marc]

Marco would agree. They did have it pretty well. Sure, they didn’t have the money for luxury things but they had what they needed. The bills were mostly always paid on time and they never went without food. So what if they couldn’t eat out all that often, or that they didn’t have the biggest TV in the world. And okay, so some things needed updating around the house or fixing.. but the things that needed fixing could be worked around enough that they got by. They were never seriously without things they needed. Marco, as much as he hated the idea of growing up, he knew it was important to provide for his family. Teaching wasn’t exactly what he’d planned to do with the rest of his life, and there was a part of him that did wonder sometimes what could have been, but for the most part he didn’t hate his life, or regret anything.

Finally, she was getting the point. Marco felt himself smirk. Sure, they had all night and there was no rush and maybe they could have spent some time talking first. However, Marco seemed to re-call a time in their relationship when the physical intimacy stuff actually lasted all night and not just in the short snippets of time they found to be alone together these days. Marco was rather curious to see just how good his stamina still was. He was willing to bed it was still pretty damned good. Smiling against her lips, Marco pulled her closer, completely enjoying the kiss. Not to mention the fact she was un-doing his buttons. God. He would never stop loving that about Kat. How bold and forth coming she was. While he was definitely the man of his house, Marco didn’t mind giving up just a little of his power sometimes, for things like this.

Then there it was. Marco let out a long groan. Why the hell was she bringing up Ellis right now? Like what the hell? If the tables were turned and Marco had asked about some other woman while in this situation he was sure that Kat would not have reacted well. In fact, Marco was fairly certain she’d have hounded him about why any other woman was on his mind while they were kissing, and probably suspect something. Not that he suspected anything. Logan wasn’t exactly suave or stealth enough to have an affair with his best friend’s wife. And he didn’t exactly have that dangerous vibe that he was convinced Kat loved. It was really frustrating though that Kat couldn’t stay on topic. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and started to do his shirt back up. “I dunno babe, why don’t you go give him a call...” he jibed sarcastically.

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Her hands were left floating in mid air between them as Marco’s shirt was tore away from them. So, that hadn’t been a groan of pleasure, had it? Oh no, he was exasperated. Mimi’s jaw dropped a little and eyebrows went slightly up at his reaction. Then she let out a soft sigh of her own and dropped her arms. It’s not like she wasn’t used to dealing with him like this, but it didn’t erase the fact that in her very humble opinion, he was overreacting. She could bet that he would say the same about her whenever she was overly sensitive, but Kathryn could always justify her own temper tantrums a lot better than she could understand Marco’s after all these years. Sometimes he was just like an eight-year-old. Because there was one thing that hadn’t changed in the past decade and that was Marco’s temper. The very temper Claire had inexorably decided to inherit, no less.

“I was just… I just forgot to ask you the other day…” she explained with a small shrug, her tone half apologetic, half defensive.

Kathryn had always been good at handling Marco’s temper, but in the past couple of years, she just hadn’t been that up to appeasing both husband and baby. Still, she didn’t want to fight. It was Friday. And it was not like before. In the past, when they fought it would always lead to amazing make up sex. Nowadays, it only left Kat feeling worried that Claire may have overheard. Though, the girl wasn’t there that evening, an argument was still not desired. Not that it meant one wasn’t going to take place anyway.

“Tough day at school?” She asked him after a moment, now leaning back against the counter. Kat thought maybe if they searched for the root of the problem, they could move on, hoping that something else besides her had triggered the outburst. Yes, she realized they were in the middle of starting foreplay, but caring and asking about his life and the people in it was hardly a transgression…

…was it?

Her question was probably patronizing as well, but Kat was unwilling to treat his fit as anything other than invalid. She took a breath.

“Look, I just spent the past two hours making this and I think it turned out pretty good… if a little salty,” she continued, her voice returning to its usual brightness and her hand now moving from behind her to place itself gently on Marco’s forearm, which she squeezed softly in a soothing way, “You’re right. It’s the first time we’ve been alone in a while so let’s just try to… enjoy ourselves, ok?” That had been mostly apologetic. “I don’t understand why do you have to get so angry; I was just asking a question,” she added finally, definitely a lot more defensive this time.

So much for being the practical one. Kat would never succeed at being exactly practical, though. Her emotions usually always ended up getting the upper hand regardless of the situation. Just as easily as she could burst into the tears because someone else’s dog died, she could end up tearing a stranger another asshole for being rude. Hyperboles were not a rare part of her speech either. She’d seen Marco ‘so angry.’ This was not him ‘so angry.’ But he didn’t have to take her amiable conversation as an offense or as a motive to deny her sex (that was her weapon, anyway.)

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