Chapter one- the start
His arms held me tight against him, his front pushing into my back as we hovered over the forest by his cave.
"DON'T FUCKING DROP ME I SWEAR TO GLOB!" I screeched at Marshall Lee.
Laughing, he let me go, and for a split second i thought i was going to die, but my feet suddenly hit something soft. I cranked my eye open slightly, only to realise I was standing in the doorway to Marshall's bedroom, and it was the middle of the night. The front door was wide open, and I pushed it closed. I was in my pijamas, and I had no shoes on. My feet were scraped and bruised, my bunny hat was gone, I wasn't wearing my backpack, and I was feeling very cold. I noticed a pair of red eyes glowering at me from the other side of marshall's room, and I could sense they weren't exactly happy.
The light switched on, blinding me momentarily, and for a few moments all I could see was Marshall. The way he hovered above the bed calmly, and the fact he was only wearing boxer shorts and a very thin faded red t-shirt. (Which by the way was very tight and *wolf whistles* the guy was gorgeous.) His black hair framed his pale face, eyebrows raised in question as to why I was there.
"I can read your mind you know." He whispered, startling me out of my reverie. I started to back out but in a flash, he was pinning me against the wall, cold fingers gripping my wrists tightly. I felt a flush spread across my face, and he chuckled.
"So what brings you here, little rabbit? It's not safe at night you know," He stated as he released me. His voice sounded tired, as if he hadn't been sleeping.
"That's the point," I croaked. "I don't know." He regarded me with amusement, obviously enjoying this little incident. I saw his eyes trail down my body, sticking to every curve and outline. I saw how his gaze slowed as he saw my torn up feet. Worry clouded his face and before I could react, he had swept me into the bathroom and had bandaged them tightly. He pulled thick socks out of his wardrobe and threw them to me, I barely caught them, but I managed to pull them on, and limped back into Marshall's room.
In barely thirty seconds, he had built an immense blanket fort, and was sitting by the entrance. Smirking, he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, where it was surprisingly warm. Cushions and blankets surrounded me, like a huge, soft hug. The force of the pull sent me crashing into Marshall, who accidentally gripped my ass for support. I giggled at the look on his face as he whispered; "Whoa." Suddenly, he was kissing me, and we were lying on the pillow covered floor. After a while, he stopped, and started to gently pull down the zip on my pj's. His eyes lit up and he oggled my bare chest, obviously impressed by the sight. I blushed and tried to pull him back, but he gently put my hands up behind my head. I could tell he was getting excited, for his boxers had grown tight. His now-warm hands roamed down my bare skin, meeting my underwear line.
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