I have been asked a few times what is Marcie's best dynamic. It's kind of a difficult question to be honest. There are so many dimensions to her that to narrow it down to one seems unfair. I can't imagine any part of Marcie being of a lesser level than the others. It's like narrowing down which star is brighter.
I mean, I get it. Over all the stories I have written about my soulmate, she has shown so many different facets. It's almost easier to detail the ones she doesn't do. Except that means I think of them, which I don't. Throughout our relationship from friendship to now, Marcie was amazing. She still is truly. I feel spoiled when I am with her. I feel pain when I am away from her. I sit in awe when I see her take charge but savor the moments she lets me be her rock. I know. She isn't perfect. She has her moments. For all of those though, she also has her moments to excel. I think it's one reason she allows me to share with the world about all the things we have done together.
There is one mood that always puts a smile on my face. Marcie has a slight bratty streak. Trust me, it's not apparent to many. However, when it hits, I enjoy it to pieces. There was a time recently when she came back from visiting her sisters. She spent the day with them doing whatever while I was spending time at home with my reports. I was dressed in a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I had a pair of moccasin-style slippers. It was a lounging around outfit during the colder months. As my sweetness tornado walked into the house, I looked up and smiled.
There she stood wearing her tight blue jeans and a hoodie. Her hair was styled up. Her makeup was conservative but striking. As she sat on the arm of the couch to remove her shoes, I just watched.
"Hello, sweetheart. How are your sisters doing?" I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. Except I started seeing her brattiness starting to show. I held back. Usually, she reveals her intention if I give her space.
"Hello, baby," she started as she started to remove her hoodie.
She wore a tight T-shirt underneath that held her girls in place. It was a beautiful shade of peach. It was kind of a summery top to be fair. She then watched as my laptop went to the coffee table so she could slip into my lap. Her arms were around my neck and her lips pressed against my forehead. I just held her for a bit. The feeling of her with me was fulfilling enough. I miss her when she's not with me. There's an ache sometimes almost like a withdrawal. It has become almost the same as when an addict needs their fix.
As I held her, I felt her fingers softly glide along my neck under my ear. It was a recent discovery on her part to find another vulnerable spot on my body like that. As I tried to power through, the kiss in that spot was a welcome but annoyance at the same time. I started to growl a little. Not a loud one, but just one to give her a warning before she pulled back a little and her kisses landed on my jawline. I started to enjoy her attention again before she did it again.
I started to squeeze her a bit tighter. She was edging towards full brat mode at that point. My hand went to her side under her chest and squeezed a little. I heard the intake of breath before there was another light kiss along my jawline.
