Author update: Hello all, yes. Finally back. I could spend a whole book talking about why I stepped away from this project, and what drew me back.
Needless to say, during this time in our world, I think we could always use a bit of a pick me up.
I hope this little bit of reading can brighten up your day/evening/dawn.
**WARNING IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MATURE CONTENT, PLEASE SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER**
Close. He was so close. Too close. The smell of him. Something dark and seductive like sandalwood and sage. It was enough to make her forget. Forget about who she was before all of this.
She was frozen in place, his words echoed in her mind Naughty bunny, now you are going to be punished... As his lips drew closer to hers and she closed her eyes.
As he pressed his lips onto hers, a warm feeling in her belly burst to life. Fire, she was on fire. The kiss deepened as she leaned against the window a little more which made him growl quietly.
Yes, growl.
She shivered as her hands lifted and began to entwine themselves in his mess of dark hair. As if this was a silent command, his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her into him and up off of the window, leaving a faint outline of her body on the window. Pressed against him she was engulfed by his scent, his essence. She breathed it in and felt his hard body beneath hers.
He couldn't believe what was happening right now. His body was against hers, and her very essence invaded every sense. She smelled like lavender and mint. Crisp and refreshing. Her body felt so delicate in his arms, but he knew the strength that lurked beneath. She fit so perfectly against him like he had found the part of him that always felt like it was missing. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest.
For the first time in his recollection, he truly felt whole. No lurking feeling of loneliness or doubt. Nothing in the world could hurt him because she was here in his arms.
She pulled away from him for a moment as if his thoughts invaded her mind to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were wide.
"What are we doing?" she asked carefully. He couldn't read her face. Didn't know what magic he could whisper in her ear at this moment to drag this feeling on a little longer.
Her heart was pounding. The moments seemed like an eternity as he inspected her face. Finally, he bent down to whisper in her left ear. "We are having fun."
Instantly his mouth was on hers again, this time hungrier than before. While one hand remained possessively on her waist, the other began to trail thoughtlessly over her. Her own hands began to wander. Exploring his curved and sculpted body.
Fun. Fun. Yes. It was just fun. She needed to focus on getting home, getting back. This was just a bit of fun, or was it? She hadn't felt this way about a boy before, and there had been others. But Marshal, he was different. He saw her, and he didn't try to change her. He saw her and accepted every inch of her. No repairs needed.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as her fingers played with the top of his trousers. Not yet. She thought. She knew that once clothing started to come off, she doubted either of them would be able to stop themselves. So for the time being she left the hem be and her hands wander back to his neck and play with his ears. Virtually perfect, and minutely pointed. She smiled to herself.
They slowly began moving to her unmade bed. She forgot to make it today, and to be honest she mostly did it for Cake when she did remember to make it. She didn't care herself, but maybe there was more to making the bed than she initially gave Cake credit for.
Marshal fell onto the bed with a surprising amount of swift grace. No doubt this was not his first time in a woman's room or in this position. Something made Fiona think that he had left a trail of broken hearts behind him. With just as much agility, Marshal hauled her on top of him. Straddling his waist. She was a little embarrassed by the whole situation and feared any moment Cake would come home.
"We can't..." she whispered quietly.
"Who says so? Don't you have the place to yourself tonight?" He purred. Making lazy circles with his thumbs over her thighs.
"Yeah, but..." she continued.
He sat up a little straighter in her bed. All of his boyish playfulness was gone. In that instant, she knew. She knew that if she asked him to stop or leave. He would. No questions asked.
"We do not have to go any further if you don't feel comfortable. Truly. We can get up and pretend like it never happened. I will never speak a word of it."
"No..." she mumbled. She wanted this. She wanted him. But she also wanted the reassurance of knowing that he wanted it just as badly as she did.
He cupped her face with his callused hand. "You just tell me. Marshal Lee, I never want to see you again, and I will disappear. I want this just a much as you do, but I want to hear you say that you are alright with this, that I am not making you feel pressured."
She wanted it. She wanted him. Being on top of him made her feel like a molten ore was burning inside of her, the fire from before surging to life past her doubt and fear.
"I don't want you going anywhere." She purred.
This was all of the confirmation he needed. Before she knew it his shirt was off and he was sitting up on the bed and trailing kisses along her forearms. She still straddled him as he pulled himself up closer to her body. In order to gain access to more skin he slipped one arm out from her shirt, and in one swift movement, her whole shirt was gone.
"It was just getting in the way." He purred.
Feeling a little more exposed. Fiona wished she had worn a cuter bra. Cake had purchased her a few "sexier" lingerie sets, but she also didn't foresee a Methuselah heir bad boy being in her room half-naked.
Her bra and panties were matching at least. Both a light blue with light ivory lacy overlay. As if a pressure value had burst Fiona pounced. Pushing Marshal down as she laid light kisses down his neck. The warmth again growing within her past her navel and into her chest. Her hands began hungrily exploring his muscled chest and arms. His hands made light work of her skirt, which was quickly unbuttoned on the side and flung onto the floor of her room.
Now she was only in her underwear and that wasn't fair. She pulled his tight jeans down and off his legs as she continued her parade of kisses across his abdomen.
She sat back a moment and looked down at him. Beautiful was all she could think. Finally, the heat inside of her began radiating down and she felt warmth between her legs. While she thought he was small and lanky, one mostly naked she could see his lean chiseled body concealed beneath.
Unable to bear it for a moment more he grinned and pulled her down. Flipping places with her suddenly she was underneath him, he looked down at her with such a deep look of longing and sorrow in his eyes. But the more he surveyed her mostly naked form beneath him, the more his eyes became veiled with a hunger. Thankfully one very hungry and eager part of him remained restrained beneath his tight designed briefs, but as he leaned forward to place soft and gentle kisses along her collarbone, she felt him pressed against her thigh, and she was ashamed to admit it made her longing for him even stronger.
"I told you you were going to be punished bunny." He said so softly she could barely hear it over the thumping of her heart in her chest. She was going to melt. She was going to melt straight through this bed and through every floor of this high rise until she burned a hole into the center of this whole damned world she had found herself on.
He tugged at the line of her panties. "But just know..." saying as he slipped the panties off. "That if we continue with this..." His hands moved dangerously close to a very sensitive area. "I cannot promise that I will be able to stop myself." His fingers were feather-light on her.
She looked up at him and managed to nod.
"Good bunny." He growled as he put one finger inside of her, and then another. The fire burning inside of her flew to life and desire filled her. She reached for the line of his own underwear, but he pulled her hand up before she could get any closer. "Remember bunny, you are the one being punished, not me."
"That's not fair." She groaned in between his rhythmic pulses inside of her.
"Life isn't fair bunny." As if on cue, the burning in her became unbearable and she let out a soft cry.
Marshal increased his tenacity, pushing her through her orgasm, and bending down to trail a line of kisses down the front of her body.
He leaned back and looked at her then, took her all in.
He knew there was no going back, at least not for him. What they had just done was a one way trip to love or pain. He knew what doing this had meant to him, but he couldn't know for sure what it had meant to her.
The words pressed against the front of his lips. The three little words that he knew he couldn't say because he didn't think he could handle the rejection if they were not returned by her. He swallowed them.
Later, once he knew how she wanted to proceed after. After this. For all his vibrato during, he didn't know if he could keep up the bad boy mask with her anymore.
"Fi... I..." He began.
But before he could even think of what to say, she pushed herself up to him and pulled him into the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced, albeit, the execution was a little poorly planned. Her lips were so soft. He played with the blonde ends of her hair as the kiss deepened. He pulled her from her position on the bed and onto his lap and cradled her in his arms. He wanted this moment to go on forever. He wanted to be alone with her, just her.
Her head rested against her chest, and all at once she seemed so tiny and so big at the same time. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head.
"What do you want to do now?" She asked quietly as she pressed a hand to his chest to feel his heartbeat.
Keep doing this all night... He thought to himself, but what came out was "Well, if you are alone for the evening, how about we order in some gross food that we will hate ourselves for eating in the morning and watch stupid tv?"
"Sounds like a plan." She chirped and slipped out of his arms. "It has been forever since I have had a sleepover."
"Woah, Woah, Woah bunny girl." He called after her as she disappeared from view into her walk-in closet. "I am not really a matching PJ wearer."
Her head poked out from the door and she gave him a goofy but pleading look that made him feel like he was drowning and catching his first breath of air all at once.
"Fine," He muttered in mock annoyance "but there will be NO PICTURES and NO HAIR BRAIDING."
"I promise" she chirped from the other room.
"Then give me the damn PJ's." He said as he stalked into her closet to see what monstrosity she had selected from him to wear. "This definitely does not go with my rocker aesthetic."
