And here we go again, I do apologize for the mind fuck last chapter was XD
Here, let me make it up to you with some exposition. Though I do warn you, some of you probably won't like what I'm going to do as the story carries on. But it's the way I want to take this story, it's something I've never seen done in a Star Vs Fanfiction, so that just inspires me to continue.
In the meantime, some fluff…and a bit of lemony goodness.
Begin!
Free, Single And Ready To Mingle
Marco POV
What the fuck is going on?
The past day had felt like a blur to me, everything that happened had happened so quickly, so intensely that trying to recall every detail was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.
But I tried nonetheless, determined to figure out why I was standing here, again, in front of Jackie who not so long ago had stood in this very spot, with that very same look on her face.
Again.
I remembered standing in that very spot, anger filling me to the brim as I neared Jackie. Star stepped in and stopped me, and then we…I walked home with her and…there was a noise, then pain and then I…I…
I think I died…
"Marco?" Jackie's voice stirred me back to reality, but I could only stare at her, emotions I would have felt, maybe should have felt…not there at all.
I didn't care about her at all.
"I'm breaking up with you, Jackie," I said suddenly, the words easily making their way out of my mouth.
Her eyes widened in surprise, tears filling the edges. "What, why?!"
"Because I have more self-respect than to stay with someone who uses my own insecurities against me," I continued, eyebrow twitching in anger. "That and I'm fairly sure you're doing something with some other bloke. I might be insecure, but I'm not stupid Jackie."
"M-Marco, you've got it all wrong," Jackie spluttered, nearing me only to stop when I raised my hand. "Baby, I never meant to…I didn't mean to-"
"Yes, you did," I interrupted, sighing as I came to realize this wouldn't be any easier than the first time around. "You just didn't think I'd figure it out, nor call you out on your cruel actions. Well I did, and I have. And I'm tired of this conversation. Go to whoever you have on the side and try to make something work with him, because I'm done with you."
Her mouth opened once, twice…and shut, anger etched across her face.
"You can just break up me like that!" she said furiously, stamping her way towards me. Her hand made to grab my hoodie, but before I could even think about it, my own hand grabbed hers and pushed it, and her away.
"Marco!"
"Go away, Jackie," I said, irritation clear in my tone. "We're done, I'm finished with you."
And with that all said and done, I turned around and…looked right at Star, as in right at her. Yet it felt like I shouldn't have been able to, her whole body was bathed in a pink light that made my eyes squint.
And yet, I could see her clear as day. Something that she apparently was just as surprised at, judging by the wide-eyed expression she was giving me.
"Marco?" she mouthed, the incredulous expression on her face making me smile crookedly.
I nodded at the invisible girl, and walked away from Jackie quickly, not paying the slightest bit of attention to her sobs as I did so.
When did I get so callous? This isn't me…
I was cutting through an alleyway halfway home when I felt a hand grab my own. The moment it happened, I felt a tidal wave of emotional calm run through me, and all my troubles, all my stormy thoughts quieted down into whispers.
Of course, I didn't need to turn around and look at her to know it was Star. And yet I had to, I needed to, I needed to…
Her face was one of wonder, confusion and…tenderness, with soft eyes so full of concern for me.
"Marco," she breathed my name ever so gently, the word stroking my senses pleasantly.
"Star…" I looked at her, then around the street I was walking down. "What's going on, is this mag…Star?"
Star wasn't saying anything, merely looking at me silently, an unreadable expression on her face when compared to but a moment ago. And then…she began to cry.
"Marco!" she dashed over and leapt onto me, holding me so tightly, so desperately, saying my name over and over.
"H-Hey, hey shhh," I wrapped my arms around her and stroked her back soothingly. "It's alright."
"N-No you don't understand," she sobbed, pulling her head back. "You d-died Marco. You were shot a-and I couldn't save you, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry!"
Looking into her teary gaze, listening to her apologies, I felt my heart break. And so, I did the only thing I could think of.
I kissed her.
Her words ceased, her sobs seemed to catch in her throat, and her eyes, teary and red widened and then…softened as she leaned into me, into our kiss.
Only once I knew, I felt that enough time had passed, that we'd had our momentary fill of the other did I stop and pull away. Her hands grabbed my arms tightly, fearfully, as if afraid that I'd run away.
"It's hard to remember what happened to me, Star," I said gently, holding her face softly. "I…I honestly don't remember much except pain. But regardless, I KNOW you did all you could to help me, because I KNOW that I'd do the same for you."
"I…oh Marco, you died…" her words were broken, quiet and withdrawn. Nothing like the Star I knew.
"I'm here now," I said firmly, a slight feeling of victory gracing me as her wide eyes softened.
"You are here," she echoed, touching my cheek with a single finger, running it down gently. "How is this possible?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "What's the last thing you remember?"
Star looked down and bit her lip in concentration, something I found absolutely adorable. But it wasn't the time to think such things. There was something going on with the both of us that I didn't understand.
"I was trying to save you," she said quietly. "I tried to use my magic to heal you but it didn't work, nothing I tried worked. Then the police came and took you away, and I…I…don't know what happened next."
"Nothing at all?" I asked curiously.
She shook her head and looked right at me, a single look at her face enough to tell me that she was being completely honest. "I just remember feeling so angry, so full of…of hate. I don't like remembering it, Marco. I feel unclean…"
"Then stop thinking about it," I said, taking her hands in mine and squeezing them. "Neither of us know why we're back in time, but maybe this time we don't need to know everything."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…" I struggled to find the words to say. "Maybe this is a gift."
For a few moments, she looked down at the floor with clear uncertainty…but then her eyes lit up, evidently agreeing with my assessment.
"Yes, it is!" she nodded, that typical Star smile gracing her features. "You're right Marco, this is a gift. You're here, I'm here and neither of us are hurt."
"Exactly!" I said, happiness racing through me, her own so contagious I couldn't stop myself from grinning like an idiot. "We're both here, we're both alive, young, free and single!"
We both laughed so much, so freely, we couldn't stop for a long time. To anyone walking past us, we must have looked insane. But I didn't care, and neither did Star.
"So," she crooned, a sly smirk on her face. "Young, free and single?"
"And ready to mingle," I chuckled, grinning. "You happen to know any girls around here who might be interested in a misunderstood bad boy like myself?"
"Hmm, I don't know about a bad boy," she purred, her hands making their way to my chest and touching it absentmindedly. "But I do know a girl who's looking for someone kind, brave, handsome...a good kisser."
"Hmm, I might happen to know someone who fits the bill," I said, smiling crookedly as her heart marks began to glow. "He fits it to a tee I think, oh and you'll love this…"
"Yes?" she cooed, her pleasant breath catching my tongue as she neared me.
"Well, he's about your age, not everyone seems to like him but I think you will."
"Oh?"
"Mhmm, he also…"
"Yes?" she whispered, eyes lidding.
"Has a car and plays a keytar, I think he's just your type."
"Ye- wait what?" Star blinked and backed off in surprise, mouth slightly open as I laughed at her.
"I think his name is Oskar, you two will be so cute together St-Woah!" I ducked as a rainbow soared over my head, eyes wide as I looked at a red-faced Star, who in turn was looking at me with a twitch in her eye.
"Uh…joke?" I said tentatively.
…
"Run," she said, smiling wickedly as she raised her wand once more.
I didn't need another warning, booking it away from a spell slinging Star as fast as I could, narwhals and unicorns flying over my head.
"Stormtroopers have better aim!" I yelled, ducking as a river of syrup flew over me.
"I don't know what that is, but it sounds insulting!" she yelled back, flinging more and more spells in my direction. "Now get back here and apologize Marco Diaz!"
"You told me to run!"
"Now I'm telling you to run back!"
"NEVER!"
I made it home in record time, and dived at the door, opening it with a speed I'd rarely used and slamming it behind me, locking it.
"Haha, you lose!" I crowed, victorious.
Then I heard the sound of the lock being twisted…and promptly ran upstairs, tripping over the last one and picking myself up before I dashed into my room and shut it behind me.
Only once chairs and my bedside draw were stacked against it, did I relax and-
I felt something tap my shoulder and froze, turning around slowly and staring into the wide, excited eyes and wicked grin of one Star Butterfly…who then promptly pushed me onto my bed and jumped on top of me, her knees either side of my thighs, locking me down.
"I got you," she whispered cutely, smiling triumphantly.
"Okay, okay, you got me," I conceded, putting my hands up in surrender.
"Mhmm, I did. And as the victor, I am allowed to claim my prize," she said, eyes lidding seductively.
"O-Oh?" I asked, heartbeat quickening as her hand traced my chin.
"I'm thirsty, Marco," she said slowly, quietly, leaning down towards me. "Do you think…that you…can quench it for me?"
Our lips met as the last word melted into it. My skin began to tingle as my pulse raced, my body reacting to her lips, her moans, her own body shifting against mine. My hips bucked without warning, rewarding me with a low moan as our bodies ground against the other.
Then her hand started to unzip my hoodie, creeping underneath my t-shirt and stroking my bare chest. I couldn't stop myself from groaning at her touch, a fire burning within as her fingers gently scraped my skin.
"I love hearing you do that," she crooned, pulling back and staring at me hungrily. "Do it again, Marco. Tell me how good I make you feel." Her hands scraped my chest again, and I couldn't stop the noise that escaped my lips, a low rumbling groan of satisfaction.
Star shuddered atop me before leaning back and grasping my head, pulling me up to her, our lips clashing again and again. Then before I could even think about it, I flipped her onto her back and leaned over her, pleasure shooting through me at what I saw.
She was breathing heavily, lips full, cheeks flushed and was looking at me in a way that made my stomach do a backflip. I wasn't entirely sure what to do to be honest, but as if she knew this, Star took my hand and held it for a moment, before carelessly shrugging her dress off her shoulders and pulling it down enough to gift my eyes a light red bra to gaze at.
"You can touch, Marco," she whispered, smiling so happily as she took my hand and put it atop her left breast. A frown flickered across her face briefly…and then she leaned up slightly, her hand going to her back and fiddling with something for all of a second.
Then she took her bra off.
"Here, it's okay," she crooned, eyes lidding as she grabbed my hand again, placing it back on her creamy skin. She didn't have huge breasts, in fact they were pretty small. And yet…they were perfect.
"Beautiful," I whispered, unintentionally out loud.
A shy smile graced her face, then a boldness seemed to overcome her as she took my other hand and placed it atop the other one. "I'm glad you like them. I know some boys like bigger boobs, but Mewmans don't really tend to -"
I stopped her mid speech with a kiss, one that was quickly overtaken by her and returned tenfold. Absentmindedly, my hands began to gently kneed her breasts and I was rewarded with a long, sensual moan that affected every part of me, especially one further down.
"Marco," she moaned, grinding her hips against me. "That feels so nice, Marco."
Emboldened by her words, I continued my actions and deepened the kiss, no longer trying to hide my hardness as we grinded against the other like animals in heat.
"I can barely feel you," she giggled, breathing heavily as she pulled back slightly, smiling widely. Before my hormone addled brain could understand what she was saying, I felt her hand suddenly pressing against my jeans, her thumb fiddling with the button while her fingers touched me through the material. "Just let me…there!" The button became undone and her hand slipped in, pushing the jeans down as it did.
"S-Star, I-"
I felt her fingers touch me through my boxers and shuddered in pleasure, something that Star seemed to enjoy as her smile became a coy grin.
"Marco," she crooned, sitting up and kissing me briefly, placing my hands back atop her breasts. "Relax…"
Her hand snaked into my boxers and wrapped around me, the mere touch forcing me to take a quivering breath. Star smiled at my reaction and began to pump her hand, said smile widening as I groaned helplessly.
Determined to change the tide of our little battle, I leaned forward and licked a nipple, smiling myself as she too moaned at my touch. "M-Marco!"
A battle I called it, and a battle it was, the both of us trying our best to win noises from the other and both succeeding. Then I felt it, that twist in my stomach, the racing of my pulse as my end began to come faster.
"S-Star, I'm going to-"
"It's okay," she said, looking at me with a mix of happiness and excitement. "I want you to."
I tried to hold back for as long as I could, but it was hopeless. A few moments later and I became undone, spurting over and over as the best orgasm of my life overtook me. When it slowly began to stop, I opened my eyes, unaware that I'd closed them, and looked at Star, her face red and eyes wide with joy.
"That looked like it felt good," she giggled, looking down at her chest which was slightly covered in my mess and smiling widely. "I guess I'm just a natural talent."
"S-Sorry, I didn't mean to get it all over you," I apologized, shyness suddenly quite prominent.
"Don't be silly, Marco," she laughed, surprising me as she stole a quick kiss. "If it bothered me at all, I would have aimed it at you."
"Oh…" I didn't know what to say to that, but her happiness was contagious and I felt myself smile despite it. "I didn't get to finish with you though."
"Believe me, Marco, you did," she corrected, wriggling her legs together. "Watching you lose control like that, mhmm…that's all I needed."
Slowly, she moved away from me and stretched as she stood up, the sight alone making my tired friend twitch.
"I don't know about you, but I need a shower so…" She winked and walked off, opening the door and leaving my room.
…wow, that was-
"So, are you coming?" her voice carried through the house, its excited undertone forcing a grin onto my face.
I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life.
And boom, that's that.
Now I know you're wondering, but about the last chapter? What did the blood moon mean? Are you sweeping it under the rug?
To that I say…patience, all will be revealed in time. Now, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and look forward to the next. It may or may not include a certain skateboarder trying to entice a certain hoodie, and it also may contain a certain alien princess NOT liking it one little bit.
Stay Snuggly :D