After filling the guys in on his plans to take Regina to have her hand taken care of, Marshall left the house and did as he promised. As Regina had said, nothing was broken, but the doctor spliced it anyway and gave her some pain pills for the next couple of days.

“Your place or mine?” he asked once they were back in the car.

“Uh, yours,” Regina replied. It didn’t really make that much of a difference which place she spent the night, she would be with Marshall regardless, at least this way she could have some privacy with him.

Back inside the hotel, Regina flopped herself unceremoniously on the couch and flipped on the television. The last thing on earth she wanted to do was talk about anything. Marshall watched her for a few minutes before going and getting something to drink for the both of them. As he approached the couch, watching her lay her head back and closing her eyes. He set the drinks down behind the couch and leaned down to put his arms around her.

“You want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No, I just want to forget about it,” she replied as she looked up at him.

“All right, what do you want to do? Watch a movie? I’m sure we could find something on pay-per-view,” he said as he let go and grabbed the drinks before taking a seat on the couch beside her.

“I don’t want to watch a movie either,” Regina replied flipping off the television.

“You want to go out or something?” he asked.

“No, I want to stay here with you,” she replied, turning to look at him. Her hand reached towards him and landed on the back of his neck, her eyes looking into his eyes.

“Reggie, are you sure, I mean, you just had a blowout with your family,” he asked.

“I want to forget all about it, and there is nothing that will make me forget quicker than you.” She needed him, the closeness of him, that kind of closeness to block out all the other thoughts.

“Are you sure?” Marshall wasn’t sure about doing this. He didn’t want to be taking advantage of her, not now, not when she might regret it.

“Marshall, I need you, I want you, now, please,” she said as she pulled him towards her. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight to her body. He put his arms around her and hugged her with his strong arms.

“I wish I could go back to every time he tried to hit you and stop him,” Marshall said as he held her tight. Her face was buried in his shoulder and all she did to answer was take a deep breath. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, or near him. Not ever.

He ran his fingers through her hair, eventually, she lifted her head from his shoulder and looked at him long and hard.

“Just say you’ll always love and protect your daughter, as much as you do now. That’ll you’ll never be like him,” Regina said as she held his face in her hands.

“You know I will,” he replied.

“Good, so you need to go call you’re little girl and tell her you’re gonna go see her for a while, and be with her,” Regina said as she held onto him. “What?” he asked, totally thrown as to what was going on.

“I saw the way you looked at Catalina, she reminded you of Hailie. It hurt you to see her,” Regina said as she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Yeah, those blue eyes did it, and she’s the same age. I bet they’d get along great,” Marshall smiled at the thought.

“I’m sure of it.” She replied with a smile of her own. He stroked her hair for a few more minutes as he looked at her.

“What?” she asked finally, wondering what was going through his head.

“Nothing, I just like looking at you,” he replied.

“This is getting way too corny,” Regina said backing up on the couch and settling against the arm.

“What?” he asked surprised, not able to suppress a laugh.

“You like looking at me? If that wasn’t the most un Eminem thing I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth!” she laughed.

“You do know there is a difference between Eminem and Marshall, right?” he asked, pulling his knees up under him and crawling towards her on the couch.

“What would that be?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Well, that depends on which side you want,” he replied as he crawled closer to her.

“Again, that depends on what side you’ve been giving me all along,” the answer not only served to keep their little game going, but it was a strong signal to Marshall that she wanted to know if he had been jerking her around. She wanted to know if he was just putting on a persona with her and would change as soon as they were in the public eye. As soon as he was close enough he slid his hands along her legs and up to her waist as he moved closer to her. She sat back, watching him with interest, waiting for him to answer. He leaned in slowly, his fingers gripping her waist as he wedged himself comfortably between her legs. He placed a small kiss on her pulse point and then nipped slightly at her ear. She must have agreed with the treatment as she turned her head slightly to the side to allow him better access. He decided to drag out his answer, tease her as much as possible, bring her right to the edge and make her heart hammer in her chest from anticipation.

“Is this the side of me you want?” he whispered in her ear. She had her eyes closed as his body moved overtop of hers. His words made her shiver, she wanted to know.

“Cause there are two. There’s Marshall, who will occasionally say things like that, and be the nice guy,” he said as he nipped at her ear again.

“Then there’s Eminem, who’ll just say fuck it and take you now matter what you say or do,” he moved down her neck and grazed his teeth on her skin.

“Which of me do you want?” he asked as his lips moved lower, down her collarbone and up to her other ear. Her breathing quickened and he felt her ribcage expand with effort under his grip.

“Cause you’ve been getting Marshall all along,” he said finally at her ear. She sighed deeply and opened her eyes, taking his head in her hands to look at him.

“Good, cause he’s the only one I want,” she said as she pulled him in for a long hard, deep kiss. He leaned his entire body into her, feeling extremely comfortable on top of her, using one hand to reach back and touch her thigh. Before long the kiss turned urgent and needy. Regina arched up into him as he ground his hips forward and into her, seeking some sort of relief. It was almost an ache for her. He felt her hands sliding between his body and hers. Obligingly he lifted off of her to give her the room to move her hands between them. Her hands were at the buckle on his jeans and she undid it, slowly, earning a groan from him as she did so. He waited for her to suggest they move a little to make the position a little more manageable, but she didn’t. He felt her soft hand tracing a finger under the elastic of his boxers, a maneuver she had only recently found out drove him insane. He constantly marveled at her insistent discovery of his body. Wanting to seek out all the places and touches that sent him over the edge. She loved to tease and torture him, always and anything she could do to earn a moan from him she would repeat at another time. Slowly her hand edged lower, under the band of his boxers. He groaned deep in his throat as she did this, showing her how much he appreciated it in the kiss that burnt their lips together. Her hand edged lower until could touch his member. Involuntarily his hips pressed forward.

“Don’t move,” she said harshly as she broke the kiss. He stilled his body as her hand moved lower still and she re-ignited the kiss. He moved his hands up onto the arm of the sofa to brace himself a little better. As he did this she took the head of his dick into her hand. He breathed hard into the kiss as she stroked him. His body shivered in ecstasy as her fingers brushed lightly up and down his shaft, only returning to circle the head again and squeeze it gently. He wanted so much to just reach down and rip off her clothes, but knew better than to ignore her command not to move. He never could understand how she could order him to do something and he’d obey without question. He had no idea where she was going with this, but it was exquisite torture. He was so hard it was almost painful and her ministrations kept him wanting more. He struggled to restrain himself from thrusting into her hand, but managed as they broke the kiss to regain air in their lungs and looked into her eyes.

“Oh, fuck, Regina, please, I need you, I can’t, oh god,” he moaned as her movements increased in pace.

“You want it that bad?” she asked as her green eyes glowed at him in the dark of the hotel room.

“Yes, please, oh god, Regina,” he moaned again, this time the feelings too much for him to keep his eyes open. A second later her whole hand engulfed him and she held his member at the base, tight in her hand. He opened his eyes in surprise of her actions and found her starring at him with a smirk on her face.

“You ready to cum when I tell you to?” she asked. He panted with his mouth open and nodded incoherently. He concentrated on her hand, holding him, squeezing him, he remembered when she’d grabbed him at the club, calling him her “bitch.” He groaned out loud at the thought.

“Are you mine?” she asked. He looked her in the eyes as he said yes and then bit back a moan as her grip loosened slightly, moving her hand down the length of him.

“Then cum for me, right now,” she said as moved her hand hard and fast up and down the length of him. It only took a few strokes before he exploded in her hand, moaning something indistinguishable and then collapsing on top of her in a pile of panting. It took him a few minutes before he came down off his climax and when he finally did, all he could manage to do was say,

“Damn, you’re good.”