[A/N] And, I'm back! The last time I published a story here was what, last August? It was when I wrote that Fossil Fighters story, so BOY has it been a while! This is also a time for firsts; not only is this my first Splatoon story, it's also my first lemon. *gulp* So let's just hope it's good.
As I'm sure you can see, I got Splatoon a few weeks ago, and I LOVE IT. You can probably also guess who my favourite Squid Sister is.
Oh, and naturally, for those who care, my Inkling Boy will be aged up for the purposes of this scene.
So, without further ado…
The Most Unexpected Places
The door was unlocked.
Jake, Marie's best friend, had come to the Squid Sister's house to pick her up for a Splatfest party. But when he knocked, there was no answer. He tried the door, and when it opened, he was surprised.
They NEVER left their door unlocked. Something was wrong.
He walked all throughout the house, afraid of what he might find, but there were no signs of anybody there. This was starting to feel sinister.
As he walked down the last hallway with nary a Squid Sister in sight, he heard an odd sound.
As Jake went to investigate, he realized it was coming from Marie's room. He walked up to the door and eased it open, and there she was.
Marie was sitting on the edge of her bed, in her Inkopolis News dress, with her head in her hands, shaking.
She looked up when Jake came in, and he could see that she was crying.
He couldn't believe it. In all the time that he had known her, Jake had never seen Marie cry. She wasn't the emotional type. She was the one who comforted Callie whenever something went wrong; Marie was never the one who needed comforting.
As soon as Jake saw her, he ran over to the bed.
"Marie! Oh my God, this can't be good…"
"J-Jake…"
"Sshh…" he said quietly. "Don't tell me right now. Just let it out."
They stayed like that for a while, with Jake holding her on the bed, and Marie quietly crying. After a while, though, she calmed down, cries slowly becoming shaky breaths.
"Do you feel better now?" he asked. Marie nodded. "Can you tell me what happened?"
"…Yeah," she said. "You know my boyfriend?"
Jake nodded. How could he not?
"Well," Marie said, her voice shaking. "I went to his place today, for a surprise date, and when I went into his room… he wasn't alone…"
Jake was hardly surprised, but tried to look like he was. He hated Marie's boyfriend from the minute he laid eyes on the guy. He was crass, he couldn't keep his hands off of her, that dick, that bastard, he didn't respect her, and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Jake couldn't be happier now that he was gone. But he could see that this was breaking Marie's heart.
He snapped out of his own thoughts; Marie was crying again. He returned to holding her.
"Marie?"
"Mm?"
"I might be crossing a line here," he said hesitantly. "But… you should be happy."
Marie looked up at him with a mix of emotions; confusion, hurt, a bit of anger. "What are you talking about?"
He took a risk. "That guy was bad news. Like, really bad. He was a jerk."
Marie started to pull back. "What are you talking about?" she repeated.
Jake started to pick up steam. "Think about it. Actually think. The entire time that you were with him, did he ever treat you right? I could see how much you loved him, but did he ever love you back? The only thing that that guy cared about was your body. He was not the right man for you. You deserve a lot better, Marie." He grinned a little.
Marie wanted to slap him. She really did. Jake had no right to tell her who was or wasn't good for her. But when she actually started thinking about it, she knew.
"…You're right," she said quietly.
"I am?"
"…Yeah. You know, I should've realized that a long time ago. I was his bitch. That was it. I should've left him first."
"Well, as long as you're OK."
"I'm feeling better now, Jake. Thanks. You're a really great friend."
There was that word that he hated so much. 'Friend.' He still couldn't believe that she couldn't see it. But he couldn't tell her now. It wasn't the right time. He'd have to wait.
"You feeling up to the party?" he asked.
"Bleh. No way. I just wanna sleep."
"If I had a coin for every time I heard you say that, I could buy out Booyah Base," he joked.
"Hey!" she replied, indignant. "I'm not that lazy."
"Are you kidding? I've seen you sleep through entire Turf Wars! If getting splattered with ink doesn't wake you up, then I'm pretty damn sure that you are that lazy."
She started laughing. Man, he loved her laugh.
"You know, I don't think that anyone can make me feel as good as you, Jake," she said. "Thanks."
"Any time." He got up to leave.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"To the party! Where else?"
"Nuh-uh. If I'm not going, neither are you!"
Marie jumped off of her bed and started chasing him. It didn't take long; she was a lot faster than he was. When she caught up, she tackled Jake to the ground.
"Ha! Gotcha!" she cried triumphantly.
"OK, OK, I'm not going to the party," Jake sighed.
"Damn right you're not. You're staying here tonight."
"Fine. I can sleep on the couch."
"Not happening. You aren't sleeping on a lowly couch."
"Alright, you got any mattresses?"
She looked him square in the eyes. He could tell what she was thinking.
"No. I'm not sleeping with you, Marie."
"I'm not asking for you to do it with me, Jake. I just want you in the same bed."
He blushed a little. "Alright, fine. But I'm saying no to any funny business."
"And I won't ask for any," she replied, putting a hand on her heart. "…Probably."
Jake shot her a look, and they went back to Marie's room.
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They climbed into the bed, first Jake, then Marie, backs to each other.
Jake couldn't believe that he was actually in there. His mind was racing about a million miles an hour. As he was debating whether or not she'd splat him when he finally told her how he felt, Marie spoke up.
"Jake?"
"Yes, Marie?"
"…Are you a virgin?"
Whoa. "Where's this coming from?!"
"I don't know. It just kind of slipped out." She paused. "…Forget I said anything."
He digested that for a while. It was a long time before he responded with "…Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I'm a virgin."
Marie turned to look at him. "Seriously?"
Jake turned, too. "You're surprised?"
"No, my surprised tone of voice is a complete sham. I was totally expecting you to say that," she replied sarcastically.
"Cut the crap."
Marie sighed, and turned back over. "Yes, I'm surprised."
"What's so surprising about it? I mean, look at me! It's not like I'm the picture of physical fitness." This was true, even in Turf War. Jake didn't run out with a roller, he preferred to keep behind his teammates and snipe the opponent with his N-ZAP '89.
"Physical fitness isn't the only thing that it depends on. You were the one who pointed out how lazy I am, and I'm still getting laid."
"That's different."
"Different how?"
"Wait, you said you weren't going to ask for any funny business."
"Talking about it isn't asking for anything. Different how?"
Jake turned back over. "…You actually look good. When a girl looks at me, believe me, the first thing that comes to mind is NOT 'I want to take his clothes off right now.'" Also true. Jake was hardly ugly, especially by Inkling standards, but he wasn't particularly striking, either. He tended to blend into crowds, which was perfectly fine by him.
Silence.
"No witty retort? Something wrong, Marie?"
She mumbled something he couldn't hear.
"What was that?"
"I know someone who thought that."
"Thought what?"
"How much she wanted to take your clothes off when she first saw you."
"Really," said Jake, sarcastically. "Why do I find it so hard to believe you."
"I'm not lying."
"Then give me a name."
"I can't, I told them I wouldn't tell you."
"Just my point. If you, or her, for that matter, won't come out and say it, then she might as well not exist. I'm not dating material, and the only time a girl would do it with me would be if she were drunk off her ass. No one in her right mind would want me."
"Don't say things like that," Marie said quietly.
"Why not? It's true. 'Why pick him if there are so many better guys around?' I tell you, that right there is the mindset of every girl in Inkopolis right now."
"Not all of them."
"If you don't give me a name, then it might as well be."
"I thought I told you not to say things like that."
"And I didn't listen."
"Well, you really should!" Marie replied aggressively. "You need to stop beating yourself up so much."
"I'm not beating myself up. I'm stating facts. There's a difference."
"When your 'facts' aren't facts, there's no difference at all."
"But they are. So you see, there is a difference. I'm not going to find anyone anytime soon."
"Shut up."
"Why?"
"Because it isn't true. You are going to find someone."
"Mm. I want to believe you, but I just can't."
"Stop it!" Marie suddenly shouted, and turned toward him again. Jake jumped.
Marie grabbed his shoulder, and twisted him back towards her. "Do you know what I do whenever I hear someone badmouthing you, or any of my other friends? I shut them up, Jake. And believe me, it's real easy. You're a good enough person that I can shut them down real fast. But if you start to believe that shit? Do you have any idea how hard it is to help someone that can't help themselves? You're just going all 'boo-hoo, I'll never find love,' when you have no idea that that girl could be right around the corner! I'm not going to just let you beat yourself up like that. You… You mean too much to me." Marie started tearing up again.
"…Really?"
Marie smiled, and brushed away her tears. "Really. And if there's a way to prove just how much you mean to me, then I promise you, I'll do it."
Jake grinned back. "Thanks, Marie. That really helps."
They shared a hug before turning back away from each other, with smiles on their faces.
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Jake was about to get to sleep when Marie's voice woke him up a little.
"Jake?"
No response.
Marie turned around and poked him a couple of times. "Jaaaaaaake…"
Still no response, but he yawned.
"JakeJakeJakeJakeJakeJakeJakeJakeJakeJake-"
"OK, I get it," Jake grumbled. "C'mon, I was just about to get to sleep…"
"Look at me."
Jake rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and turned toward her, mostly awake now.
"What's up?"
"I thought of a way to show you how much you mean to me."
Jake turned back over, and said "Cool, you can show me in the morning."
"It's gotta be now."
He turned over again.
"Aw, come on, Marie, I'm really tired right now. Why can't it wait until morning?"
"…You'll see."
"OK, I'll bite. Just let me go wake myself up first."
"Take all the time you need."
Jake went down to the kitchen, filled up a glass of water, and splashed it on his face. That woke him up real quick. He dried his face, and returned to Marie's room. He got back on his side of the bed, faced Marie and said "OK, I'm awake. Now what are you- MMPH!?"
He was interrupted by Marie, who attacked him with a kiss. Jake pulled away quickly.
"Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"
"Showing how much you mean to me…" she whispered in his ear, low and sultry.
"I thought we agreed on no funny business!"
"I changed my mind." She started nuzzling him.
"I'm still saying no, Marie! Come on, you just had a breakup, this is wrong!" He pushed her away.
"Come on, Jake… it's gonna feel so good, why can't you just have some fun?"
"I… Marie, I get it, you're still hurting over this, and I can't do it! I'd feel like I was taking advantage of you."
He could see something in her eyes. Hurt? Probably. That's what it looked like. She was starting to cry again, and turned away.
"Marie, c'mon…" He tried to put his hand on her shoulder, but she moved away. He could hear her sniffling.
"Marie, c'mon…" he said again. "Say something. Please!"
"Why…" Marie said, so quiet he could hardly hear her.
"Why…?"
"Why can't you just help me?!" she cried, and turned to look at him. "Do you think I don't remember the breakup I just had? Why the hell do you think I'm pushing for this anyway?! I need… I don't know what I need. I need something to help me get through this, though. Why can't you just be that?"
Jake was speechless.
"…You know what? I don't even know what I was thinking. You were right. You're not dating material. …You might as well just leave, I don't even want to look at you right now." She turned back over. "Good night."
Jake turned over, too. They both started crying silently.
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It was still nighttime when the tears stopped.
Jake could feel the angry cloud filling the space between them. He had never felt so far from Marie. He turned to look at her.
Marie's back was toward him. He could tell that she was still mad at him.
He reached out towards her. "Marie."
No response.
"Come on, Marie, say something. Please say something."
"…I thought I said that I didn't want to look at you."
"You don't need to look at me. You just need to hear me out."
No response, but he kept going.
"I get where you're coming from. I can't say I've ever felt the same way, but I can see where you're coming from. And I'm sorry. I know you aren't going to forgive me just like that, but I need to start somewhere. So I really am sorry that I hurt you like that."
Still no response.
"You can see what I was talking about, though, right? I mean, that felt like the biggest mistake I've ever made. But I had a reason. I don't think you were thinking straight. I know that you just wanted a quickie to get your mind off it, but it doesn't work like that, and you know it."
Still nothing.
"…That's all I had to say, I guess. But if there's anything that I can do that'll make you forgive me, please. I'm all ears."
They were silent for a long time. As Jake was about to give up and go to sleep, he heard Marie mumble something.
"What was that?"
"…Thanks."
"For what?"
"Thanks for having a real reason, I suppose. And I know it might be really stupid, but… I forgive you."
"…Really?"
She turned toward him and smiled. "Yeah. Really."
Jake pulled her into another hug, which Marie happily returned.
"OK, now is there any REAL way you can forgive me?"
"Take a wild guess."
"Er… I still don't know if we should…"
"Come ON, Jake. Live a little."
"Mmph. OK, fine! But I'm not making any guarantees on doing it again."
"Fine by me," Marie replied breathlessly, and quickly pulled him in for a kiss. "…For now."
Jake responded with more enthusiasm than he even knew he had, kissing her back as though they were stuck together.
Marie sighed into the kiss, and Jake took that moment to slip his tongue into her mouth. Marie, surprised but undeterred, started tongue-wrestling with him. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Marie grabbed his crotch. Not to be outdone, Jake started groping her chest. Both moaned.
Without breaking the kiss, Marie started slipping out of her dress. She was out of it quick enough, and discarded it on the floor. Jake pulled away, before removing his shirt. They resumed their kiss, with Marie passionately running her fingers along Jake's torso, while he continued groping at her chest.
However, he was unsatisfied with this, so Jake swiftly reached behind Marie, unhooked her bra, and threw it in the other direction, baring her breasts.
"Gettin' a bit hasty, are we?" Marie asked jokingly.
Marie's breasts were somewhat small, round, and soft. Jake's hands were instantly attracted to them, and they resumed their kiss.
As Jake was squeezing her breasts, his fingers brushed across Marie's nipple, and she drew a sharp breath.
Jake decided to tease her, removing his hands from Marie's breasts and instead rubbing them along her back as he resumed their kiss. He held her tightly enough that her breasts were pushed into his chest, and she could do nothing but grasp his back as well.
Marie soon broke the kiss, trailing her mouth down Jake's neck, planting small kisses around his shoulders, nibbling on his collarbone.
He forcefully removed Marie from him (eliciting a groan in the process) and set her on her back as he finally went to work pleasuring her breasts. As he ran his fingers across her right, he used his mouth to lick along the left one. Marie lied back, enjoying the attention.
As Jake was about to switch his hand and his mouth, his tongue brushed across Marie's nipple. She gasped in pleasure. Using this incentive to continue, he began licking it, sucking on it, giving it slight bites now and then. It was starting to become too much for Marie, who cried out and jammed Jake's face into her breast.
He eventually removed himself (though not without a small noise of displeasure from Marie) and returned his attentions to her mouth. This didn't last long, though, as Marie forced Jake onto his back, kissing him passionately, and moving her hand down his pants. After garnering a moan of approval from Jake, she removed herself from his mouth, ripped off his pants, and started massaging his member.
Jake growled in response, and she positioned her face down closer to his shaft.
It was pretty big. Marie couldn't tell quite how big, but it was pretty big. She gave the tip a quick peck, before running her tongue all down the rod, licking it up and down. Jake growled a bit more. Marie took this opportunity to start slipping it into her mouth. Slowly, bit by bit, until the entire shaft was throbbing in her.
She started moving her mouth up and down, as Jake moaned in pleasure. She could feel him building up, about to release, until he plucked her head off of his member and started kissing her again.
More than a bit annoyed now, Marie kept trying to return to what she was doing, but Jake kept blocking her. Right when she was about to slap him for not letting her do her job, he stopped kissing her, and she thought he finally changed his mind.
Nope. Jake reached down and removed Marie's leggings, leaving her naked on the bed. He started trailing small kisses down her body, occasionally stopping to caress her with his tongue, until he got down in between her legs.
Seeing how anxious Marie was, he started rubbing her. She practically screamed, and grasped the sheets. As Jake continued giving her attention, she balled her hands into fists, constant moans coming out of her mouth.
And right when she thought "this couldn't get any better," he started to use his tongue.
Marie screamed, actually screamed this time, at the top of her lungs, and jammed Jake's face into her. They stayed in that position for a moment, and just when Marie was about to climax, Jake moved his head away.
"Oh God, you dick! Stop being such a tease!"
Jake said nothing, and positioned himself in front of Marie's entrance. As he was about to move in, he hesitated.
"What are you waiting for, an invitation? Put it in already!"
Jake got a quirky little smile on his face. "It was you, wasn't it?"
"What was me?"
"You were the girl who thought about how much you wanted to take my clothes off when you first saw me."
"For the love of God, yes, it was me! Now put it in!"
He finally obliged, quickly moving inside of her. She screamed again, and her breath started to quicken.
"Mm… ah… f-fuck… don't stop! Don't ever stop!"
Jake still said nothing, and silently thrust in and out of her, faster and faster, harder and harder. He thought he was going to explode from the pressure. Marie felt more of the same way. She had never been this pleasured in her life.
As Jake kept thrusting, the two felt themselves reaching their respective climaxes. As he thrusted into her for the last time, they swore in unison, and came at the same time.
Exhausted, Jake finally pulled out of Marie, and flopped down on the bed next to her. They grinned at one another, their chests heaving.
"Am I forgiven?" Jake asked.
"After that? Are you kidding? You could've killed someone and I'd be OK with it."
Jake grinned even wider. "Thanks a lot, Marie. …You were a good first."
"Happy to help," replied Marie, and she kissed him quickly.
"I don't know about you," Jake sighed, "but I'm tired."
"Mm… me too."
"Should we put our clothes back on, or just sleep like this?"
"Is that a trick question?"
Jake grinned, and hugged her for one last time as the two fell sound asleep.
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As Callie entered the home she shared with Marie, she was surprised to see the door unlocked.
Curious, she made a beeline to Marie's room to ask her about it.
As she opened the door, the first thing she noticed was that the lights were off, and Marie was sound asleep. "I'll have to ask her in the morning."
It wasn't until then that she noticed the clothes scattered on the floor. Not unusual; Marie had a habit of not picking up after herself just before bed. The curious thing was that Marie's entire wardrobe was filled with dresses, yet there was a shirt and pants on the floor.
She had heard about Marie's breakup earlier that day, of course. Callie had had the impression that she would ask Marie about it at the Splatfest party, but she never showed up. But this was huge!
"Marie isn't one to move on quickly," thought Callie. "Who'd she score with?"
She could see a male form on the other side of the bed. Quiet as possible, Callie crept across the room to see the guy's face.
When she saw Jake, her jaw dropped. It quickly turned into a smile, and she had to leave the room quickly before she started giggling uncontrollably.
This was even bigger than she thought. She'd have to ask how it went in the morning.
[A/N] So, it's over. Lemme tell you something; I type these on Microsoft Word. The font I use is fairly big, but (I kid you not) I had a whole 15 PAGES of exposition before I actually got to teh sexehtymes. I feel like I looked at it and just said "NOPE. TOO SOON. THEY NEED TO TALK MORE." pretty much every time I got to another part when it could've started
I feel this could probably be better, but I don't really know how to make it so, so I hope you guys enjoy!
R&R and I will be back! Just gimme another year to have another idea.