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“I can’t believe you convinced me to do that.” Falcon spoke, chest heaving as Mark rolled off him and curled into his side. Lithe fingers playing with the placket of his white shirt, idly brushing against the soft cotton of the garment.
“I barely said anything.” Mark protested, leaning in to kiss him. In Mark’s defense he was the one who ambushed Falcon while he was cleaning his mothers room. There was just something so wild and hot about having Falcon take him on her bed.
“You didn’t need to use words when you were taking my pants off. I was simply a surprised party and powerless to stop you.” Falcon quipped back, pulling Mark closer to him and pressing his beak against his.
Mark grinned as he pulled away "What did I tell you? It's easy to seduce me.” Mark laughed, and somehow Falcon fell deeper in love with him. His heart swelled at the thought of being able to spend eternity with this amazing man.
They laid there for several more minutes before Mark rose up onto his elbow and ran a hand through Falcon’s hair. “What are you thinking about?” He asked as Falcon closed his eyes and leaned into Mark’s gentle touch.
He had wondered if this day would come but now that it was here Falcon could not contain his happiness. He knew he should feel worried but truthfully, nothing could possibly ruin this moment. With a deep breath, Falcon opened his eyes, taking in the breath taking view before him “…I just…” he began but was cut off by an alarm going off on Mark’s phone.
They both jolted up, looking at each other with wide eyes. That was the alarm Mark had set up to alert them if his mother had arrived onto the property. “What is she doing back so soon?” Mark asked, panicked as he reached for his phone, accessing the household camera system. Falcon pressed against his face, heart beating erratically as he watched Emma Glamour walk through the front door.
“Shit.” Falcon hissed, jumping off the bed, Mark hot on his talons as he tossed Mark his clothes. Any other time he would stop to admire Mark’s finer assets but now, he was more concerned with not getting fired. He located his own pants, cursing himself at the wrinkles that had set in as he furiously tried to smooth down the fabric. “It’ll do.” He mumbled to himself as he quickly stripped the bed, tossing the items down the laundry shoot before running into the in suite bathroom to grab clean sheets from the linen closet.
He rushed back in, Mark finally dressed frantically looking around for…something? “Babe!” Mark said, seeing him back in the room, “I can’t find my binder.” He explained frantically. Falcon grimaced, running to the spot he had taken it off and made a motion of discarding it. He turned to the spot and smiled as he found it wedged between the bed and the night stand.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” Mark continued, taking the binder from him, “Hopefully I still have time to sneak…” he paused, eyes growing wide at the familiar sound of the door being opened from further in Emma’s room.
“Shit.” Falcon said, not giving a second thought and roughly pushing Mark to the floor with a soft thump.
“Ow.” Mark mouthed as Falcon shooed him under the bed with an apologetic look in his eyes and an unspoken promise of making up for it. He quickly rose up, the familiar clacking of Emma’s heels along the tile of the floor as she approached the second pair of doors that led to the bedroom.
He quickly grabbed the sheets and began to work at making the bed just as the door opened. “Ah, Miss Glamour.” Falcon spoke, voice calm and composed like he hadn’t just been shagging her son 5 minutes prior, he turned, glancing at the older woman over his shoulder, “We were not expecting you home so soon. We were told you’d be returning tomorrow afternoon.” He said.
“Yes, I know.” Emma replied, taking a seat on the chaise lounge, “The expose from Winged was truly horrendous. Not a single original idea amongst them. It wasn’t worth my attention.” She spoke as she examined her nails.
“I am still finishing up with the cleaning.” Falcon began as he retrieved the flat sheet, “I know we just brought in an assortment of wine from Braviary’s ‘93 collection.” Falcon suggested, anything to get Emma out of the room so that he could help Mark sneak out.
“A bold offer, Mr. Graves.” Emma replied, her tone low.
“Ma’am?” Falcon asked, turning to see the older woman standing up and approaching him.
“I have to ask you, Mr. Graves.” Emma continued, seeming to ignore Falcon as she stood in front of him, “Are you in a relationship?” She asked and Falcon felt a heat rise to his cheeks and his phone buzzing in his pocket. “Surely a man such as yourself can’t still be single?” She further asked, leaning into him just a little too much.
“I am, ma’am.” Falcon responded, taking a step back from her and attempting to put distance between them. “We’ve been together for quite a while now.” He paused, “I love him very much.” he added.
Emma stopped, eyes raking over Falcon’s form once more as Falcon’s phone buzzed once more. “Shame.” She said, taking a step back from him. “Perhaps I’ll take your suggestion and have a nice glass of wine on the patio.” She finished, turning slowly and walking back towards the door, “If you’re ever in the market again, let me know.” She finished before walking out of the door.
Falcon stood still until he was sure she was out of her rooms before sighing in relief as he sunk down onto the freshly made bed.
“Ew.” Marks voice came from under the bed as he poked his head out, “My mom’s into you.”