AUTHORS NOTE: Hiya...me again. Borrowed the lyrics of Guns N' Roses "Sweet Child O' Mine" for Marron to use...course I'm thinking more along the lines of the way Sheryl Crow performs it, but credit goes where credit is due...
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From the upstairs railing Trunks caught sight of Yamucha near the bar. He slipped away from Goten and the girls and made his way down...he wanted to ask him how he knew the magenta haired guitarist who after Shiro's lengthy introduction had taken over lead vocals and rhythm guitar when earlier it had been Shiro singing and playing rhythm. She was an even better singer than guitarist and she and Shiro almost seemed in their own world as they played the songs they had written together.
The crowd loved the catchy rhythms and clever lyrics as much as they had enjoyed the earlier hard stuff as they clapped and danced to the music. 'Kuri' and Shiro's voices blended and accentuated each other's perfectly casting a spell with every song they sang...it was with reluctance that Trunks tore his eyes away to search out Yamucha.
He stood behind the older man at the bar and watched the band with him silently while the two sang a poignant and heart-rending song about unreturned love, their guitar work almost as beautiful as their voices. Trunks noticed that Shiro kept looking at Kuri as he sang the song, like it had special meaning for him, while Kuri seemed determined to not meet his gaze.
Trunks looked over at Yamucha and found that the older warrior had turned around and was facing him. He didn't look very surprised to see him either. Yamucha jerked his head toward one of the exits and started moving his way through the crowd seeming to understand that Trunks wanted to ask him questions. They stood near the door where they could hear each other.
"Yamucha...how do you know that girl?" Trunks asked getting right to the point. Yamucha looked across the club to the stage where 'Kuri' now stood bathed in a spotlight with her acoustic guitar, Trunks followed his gaze.
Yamucha chuckled to himself as he watched Marron start to play the song she had written for Trunks. Her talent amazed him...she'd written it in only a few hours the night he had taken her flying and kissed her. Sorry, kid...I hope you forgive me, Yamucha thought and turned back to Trunks.
"I've known her since she was born, Trunks...so have you." Yamucha told him. Trunks snapped his head around toward the stage where the girl in the black dress was singing. That dress! He suddenly remembered Marron standing in her closet earlier today holding that dress and asking him what he thought. Can't be! Was that Marron? He thought.
"That's not..." He said to Yamucha.
"That's Marron..." Yamucha confirmed. Trunks looked again and was surprised he hadn't seen it before. His brows came down in a scowl, why hadn't she ever told him she was a musician? Yamucha put his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Don't be angry...she doesn't need that from you. She's going to get enough of that from her parents when they find out. She needs your support and understanding." Yamucha told him. Trunks still frowned a little bit; he was discovering an entire different side to Marron, a person he thought he knew so well growing up, but then again how well did she really know him? A lot had changed in their years apart.
Yamucha leaned over to speak even quieter to the frowning lavender haired demi-Saiyajin. He may own his father's scowl but a lot of the way he thought came from Bulma so Yamucha knew exactly what was going through the younger man's mind.
"Normally I wouldn't butt into your business Trunks, but that girl up there is like a daughter to me. I want for her, what makes her happy...and that's you. Do you hear that song she's singing? She wrote that for you...because she loves you."
Trunks just stared. She loved him...why hadn't she ever said so? For him she had written a song and was pouring her heart out on stage. He realized he hadn't even heard the song as she finished and the band said their thanks and walked offstage.
Yamucha watched Trunks' face as he processed the information. He hoped he'd been right about Trunks; otherwise Marron was going to be heartbroken. Trunks turned dumb eyes to Yamucha as people spilled out past them, leaving now that the show is over.
"What should I do?" Trunks said both to Yamucha and himself. Yamucha chuckled.
"Do you feel the same way?" He asked him. Trunks searched his feelings and realized he did. Since she'd come back into his life he'd been on a roller coaster plunge of falling in love with her. She was the perfect girl for him, his match.
"I think I'm in love with her." He said. Yamucha grinned and leaned near his ear.
"Tell her...not me. Here's what you should do..." Yamucha said whispering his advice into Trunks' ear. Trunks smiled at him and left to go implement the plan. Yamucha wandered off to find Goten, Bra and Pan.
Marron could tease him all she wanted but Yamucha was still the master of love and romance.
***
Marron was exhausted by the time she took a quick shower in the tiny dressing room lavatory and helped break down the equipment. Shiro loaded all the equipment including Marron's electric guitar into the van to take with him until the next gig. Aya, Kenji and Harmon had already gone ahead to meet some friends at a café nearby. Marron slung the bag with her performing clothes over her shoulder and picked up her acoustic.
"Sure you don't want me to take that?" Shiro asked standing by the van. Marron shook her head tiredly and yawned behind her hand.
"Naw..I might want to write something." She told him and pulled her leather jacket closed against the late night chill.
"And you're sure you don't want to join us for coffee?" He asked since he was on his way to join the others.
"Too tired...maybe next time." She said and raised her hand at him as she walked up the street.
"Want a ride home then?" He called after her. She turned around and walked backwards a ways smiling at him.
"I'll be fine! Go have fun..." She said flapping her hand at him. Shiro stared after her longer than he should have before shaking his head and leaving to meet the others.
She was so tired she didn't know what to do first. She had told Trunks she would come over later and she wanted to confess all to him but she was wiped out. Seeing an open café she crossed the street to it. Coffee first...then she'd decide what to do.
She got her coffee to go and wandered up the street in the general direction of Trunks' apartment sipping the coffee...she really couldn't stand the stuff but she needed the caffeine.
By the time she got to the park near Trunks' building it was nearly midnight and her coffee was long gone. She wasn't worried about being out at night alone, her parents may have refused to teach her martial arts but her Uncle Yamucha had certainly made sure she knew how to defend herself. She went and sat on a bench near the dry fountain at the center of the park. She could see Trunks' building from where she sat four or five more blocks away. As tired as she was she was starting to get nervous...how to tell him? She'd better think about this before she saw him.
She got her guitar out of its case, she usually thought better with it in her hands. Almost absently her fingers picked out notes, bits and pieces of songs she'd written and songs she knew. She thought about Trunks and smiled, she should get going if she wanted to talk to him before she fell over on her face asleep mid sentence...which brought her mind back to why she was sitting in the park at midnight playing guitar and not at Trunks'.
She raised her eyes to the dry fountain and could almost imagine Trunks was there, hunkered down on the top of it watching her in the weak streetlight. She shook her head and smiled crookedly...she must be really tired if she was thinking she was seeing Trunks lurking on fountains in the middle of the night.. She looked at the apparition again and it hadn't moved in the dim light, a sure sign to her she was overly tired and seeing things that weren't really there. She recalled her earlier wish that she could play him the song she wrote for him and smiled as she realized she could. She could play for her vision and pretend it was really him.
"This is what I would say to you if you were really there Trunks, and not just in my mind. Everything between us is happening so fast that I still don't know for sure how you feel about it or where we stand. But I know how I feel about you...how I've always felt, I just don't know how to say it."
She sighed this was sounding so lame, it's a good thing she decided to say it out loud so she didn't screw it up when he was actually there. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So I wrote this for you instead." She whispered the last as she started playing quietly.
He's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh Sweet child o' mine
Oh Sweet love of mine
She looked up from her guitar to the fountain's top and saw the vision straighten up from his crouch and jump down lightly to the ground. He came forward slowly moving from the shadow to the light and she saw it really was Trunks in black jeans and a baggy sweater that looked like the color of fog in the streetlights. It was only the habit of years of performing that kept her from stopping the song in surprise.
He's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Oh Sweet child o' mine
Oh Sweet love of mine
He stopped directly in front of her as she finished the song eyes on the ground. She blushed furiously as she put her guitar away glad for the excuse to not have to look at him. She felt vulnerable having just laid her heart bare; he had the power now to destroy her with a single word or action...I wonder if he knows he holds my heart in his hands? She thought...I just wish I knew if he feels the same.
***
Trunks looked down at her as she busied herself with putting her guitar away. He'd followed her all the way from the club to make sure she was safe intending to fly ahead when she got to his apartment so he could implement his plan to sweep her off her feet. When she'd gone into the park he'd been curious as to what she had been up to, especially when he saw her take out the guitar. As she'd sung for him he'd been unable to remain still and let her keep thinking she was imagining him.
She was so beautiful to him as she sat in the dark singing, backlit by the nearby lamppost. Her rich throaty voice wrapped around him in a tender embrace as she sang, tugging at his heart. He was again overwhelmed that she had written a song for him, an expression of her feelings that touched him more deeply, made them more real, than any mere words ever could.
No one had ever done anything like this for him before; in the past women had told him that they loved him, desired him. But Marron had taken her feelings and created something for him, touching a need inside him he hadn't even known was there, to open himself up to someone, as they were open to him.
"Say something...I hate it when you just stare at me." Marron said head lowered. Trunks realized he'd been gazing at her intensely the entire time she'd been putting her guitar away. She sat before him with her hands in her lap her pale damp hair tousled and shining in the lamplight as she studied her hands.
Trunks crouched before her and put his hands on her knees, gazing into her beautiful face. She raised her eyes to his and he saw how vulnerable she was, she had shared her body with him but this was more...this was her heart, her soul. He had no idea what to say; somehow 'I love you' didn't seem adequate. Sweet Dende, don't let me screw this up...
He took her face in his hands and slowly drew her toward him his blue eyes glittering in the dim light as they locked with hers. He pulled her so far forward she had to rest her hands on his broad shoulders so she wouldn't fall off the bench on top of him as he brought her lips to his until they were barely touching.
"I don't have the words to tell you what I'm feeling either Maro-chan...I only have this." He whispered against her lips and sliding one hand around to cup her head closed the hairsbreadth distance between them. He claimed her mouth with his in a soul-searing kiss his eyes slipping shut as he tried to convey his emotions to her in a non-verbal way. Marron's eyes widened as he deepened their kiss pulling her off the bench and into his arms as he fell back on the grass.
Marron didn't even know what to think as Trunks held her tightly in his embrace and continued his gentle assault on her senses. He'd kissed her before but not like this...not in a way that felt as if he was trying to brand her very soul with his. The touch of his lips was both languid and intense at once. As if he had all the time in the world.
She gasped for air when he finally broke their kiss. She tingled all over and felt like she had just been sent through the spin cycle as she looked at him with glazed eyes. He smiled back and touched her nose with his, arms still wrapped around her waist.
"Damn, you're good at that." She muttered when she could get two brain cells to rub together enough to form words. He kissed the end of her nose.
"Anything worth doing..." He said with a grin and kissed her again. She tried to get up off of him but he tightened his arms around her. "Nnh...I like you where you are."
"But isn't the grass wet? And cold?" She asked and brushed his lavender bangs out of his eyes, even though it was a futile gesture since they fell right back.
"I don't care." He said and kissed her neck. "Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this when you got up this morning did you?" He murmured against her neck.
"Making out in the middle of the park at midnight? Nooo...I can't say that I did." She said chuckling. Trunks worked his way from her neck to her jaw spreading feather light kisses.
"By the way...what are you doing lurking in the park in the middle of the night anyway?" Marron asked.
"Waiting for you." He told her. "You were really, really good tonight Marron, you have a lot of talent...and you're cute with pink hair." She pulled back and looked at him in surprise as he grinned devilishly.
"You knew it was me?" She asked. He stroked her face lightly with the backs of his fingers and nodded.
"And you aren't angry I didn't tell you?" She asked worriedly.
"Not angry...I wondered why until Yamucha explained everything to me. I understand now why you didn't...and your secret is safe with me until you decide otherwise. I'll support any decision you make."
She poked him in the chest hard with her index finger.
"Ow! What did you do that for?" He asked rubbing the offending spot.
"Just checking to make sure you're for real." She said with a grin.
"I'm very real...and very much yours."
Trunks pulled her head down for another lingering kiss. When they parted he wore a thoughtful expression as he rested his forehead against hers.
"You know, you were the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning, Maro-chan...I'd like you to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep." He told her softly.
Marron understood that he was asking her to stay with him, she didn't know if he meant just tonight or always...but she didn't care. She'd take what she could get. She grinned at him and hopped up off of him tugging on his hands.
"Better get going then...a bishounen like you needs his beauty sleep." She said with a wink.
***
From the upstairs railing Trunks caught sight of Yamucha near the bar. He slipped away from Goten and the girls and made his way down...he wanted to ask him how he knew the magenta haired guitarist who after Shiro's lengthy introduction had taken over lead vocals and rhythm guitar when earlier it had been Shiro singing and playing rhythm. She was an even better singer than guitarist and she and Shiro almost seemed in their own world as they played the songs they had written together.
The crowd loved the catchy rhythms and clever lyrics as much as they had enjoyed the earlier hard stuff as they clapped and danced to the music. 'Kuri' and Shiro's voices blended and accentuated each other's perfectly casting a spell with every song they sang...it was with reluctance that Trunks tore his eyes away to search out Yamucha.
He stood behind the older man at the bar and watched the band with him silently while the two sang a poignant and heart-rending song about unreturned love, their guitar work almost as beautiful as their voices. Trunks noticed that Shiro kept looking at Kuri as he sang the song, like it had special meaning for him, while Kuri seemed determined to not meet his gaze.
Trunks looked over at Yamucha and found that the older warrior had turned around and was facing him. He didn't look very surprised to see him either. Yamucha jerked his head toward one of the exits and started moving his way through the crowd seeming to understand that Trunks wanted to ask him questions. They stood near the door where they could hear each other.
"Yamucha...how do you know that girl?" Trunks asked getting right to the point. Yamucha looked across the club to the stage where 'Kuri' now stood bathed in a spotlight with her acoustic guitar, Trunks followed his gaze.
Yamucha chuckled to himself as he watched Marron start to play the song she had written for Trunks. Her talent amazed him...she'd written it in only a few hours the night he had taken her flying and kissed her. Sorry, kid...I hope you forgive me, Yamucha thought and turned back to Trunks.
"I've known her since she was born, Trunks...so have you." Yamucha told him. Trunks snapped his head around toward the stage where the girl in the black dress was singing. That dress! He suddenly remembered Marron standing in her closet earlier today holding that dress and asking him what he thought. Can't be! Was that Marron? He thought.
"That's not..." He said to Yamucha.
"That's Marron..." Yamucha confirmed. Trunks looked again and was surprised he hadn't seen it before. His brows came down in a scowl, why hadn't she ever told him she was a musician? Yamucha put his hand on the younger man's shoulder.
"Don't be angry...she doesn't need that from you. She's going to get enough of that from her parents when they find out. She needs your support and understanding." Yamucha told him. Trunks still frowned a little bit; he was discovering an entire different side to Marron, a person he thought he knew so well growing up, but then again how well did she really know him? A lot had changed in their years apart.
Yamucha leaned over to speak even quieter to the frowning lavender haired demi-Saiyajin. He may own his father's scowl but a lot of the way he thought came from Bulma so Yamucha knew exactly what was going through the younger man's mind.
"Normally I wouldn't butt into your business Trunks, but that girl up there is like a daughter to me. I want for her, what makes her happy...and that's you. Do you hear that song she's singing? She wrote that for you...because she loves you."
Trunks just stared. She loved him...why hadn't she ever said so? For him she had written a song and was pouring her heart out on stage. He realized he hadn't even heard the song as she finished and the band said their thanks and walked offstage.
Yamucha watched Trunks' face as he processed the information. He hoped he'd been right about Trunks; otherwise Marron was going to be heartbroken. Trunks turned dumb eyes to Yamucha as people spilled out past them, leaving now that the show is over.
"What should I do?" Trunks said both to Yamucha and himself. Yamucha chuckled.
"Do you feel the same way?" He asked him. Trunks searched his feelings and realized he did. Since she'd come back into his life he'd been on a roller coaster plunge of falling in love with her. She was the perfect girl for him, his match.
"I think I'm in love with her." He said. Yamucha grinned and leaned near his ear.
"Tell her...not me. Here's what you should do..." Yamucha said whispering his advice into Trunks' ear. Trunks smiled at him and left to go implement the plan. Yamucha wandered off to find Goten, Bra and Pan.
Marron could tease him all she wanted but Yamucha was still the master of love and romance.
***
Marron was exhausted by the time she took a quick shower in the tiny dressing room lavatory and helped break down the equipment. Shiro loaded all the equipment including Marron's electric guitar into the van to take with him until the next gig. Aya, Kenji and Harmon had already gone ahead to meet some friends at a café nearby. Marron slung the bag with her performing clothes over her shoulder and picked up her acoustic.
"Sure you don't want me to take that?" Shiro asked standing by the van. Marron shook her head tiredly and yawned behind her hand.
"Naw..I might want to write something." She told him and pulled her leather jacket closed against the late night chill.
"And you're sure you don't want to join us for coffee?" He asked since he was on his way to join the others.
"Too tired...maybe next time." She said and raised her hand at him as she walked up the street.
"Want a ride home then?" He called after her. She turned around and walked backwards a ways smiling at him.
"I'll be fine! Go have fun..." She said flapping her hand at him. Shiro stared after her longer than he should have before shaking his head and leaving to meet the others.
She was so tired she didn't know what to do first. She had told Trunks she would come over later and she wanted to confess all to him but she was wiped out. Seeing an open café she crossed the street to it. Coffee first...then she'd decide what to do.
She got her coffee to go and wandered up the street in the general direction of Trunks' apartment sipping the coffee...she really couldn't stand the stuff but she needed the caffeine.
By the time she got to the park near Trunks' building it was nearly midnight and her coffee was long gone. She wasn't worried about being out at night alone, her parents may have refused to teach her martial arts but her Uncle Yamucha had certainly made sure she knew how to defend herself. She went and sat on a bench near the dry fountain at the center of the park. She could see Trunks' building from where she sat four or five more blocks away. As tired as she was she was starting to get nervous...how to tell him? She'd better think about this before she saw him.
She got her guitar out of its case, she usually thought better with it in her hands. Almost absently her fingers picked out notes, bits and pieces of songs she'd written and songs she knew. She thought about Trunks and smiled, she should get going if she wanted to talk to him before she fell over on her face asleep mid sentence...which brought her mind back to why she was sitting in the park at midnight playing guitar and not at Trunks'.
She raised her eyes to the dry fountain and could almost imagine Trunks was there, hunkered down on the top of it watching her in the weak streetlight. She shook her head and smiled crookedly...she must be really tired if she was thinking she was seeing Trunks lurking on fountains in the middle of the night.. She looked at the apparition again and it hadn't moved in the dim light, a sure sign to her she was overly tired and seeing things that weren't really there. She recalled her earlier wish that she could play him the song she wrote for him and smiled as she realized she could. She could play for her vision and pretend it was really him.
"This is what I would say to you if you were really there Trunks, and not just in my mind. Everything between us is happening so fast that I still don't know for sure how you feel about it or where we stand. But I know how I feel about you...how I've always felt, I just don't know how to say it."
She sighed this was sounding so lame, it's a good thing she decided to say it out loud so she didn't screw it up when he was actually there. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So I wrote this for you instead." She whispered the last as she started playing quietly.
He's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see his face
He takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
Oh Sweet child o' mine
Oh Sweet love of mine
She looked up from her guitar to the fountain's top and saw the vision straighten up from his crouch and jump down lightly to the ground. He came forward slowly moving from the shadow to the light and she saw it really was Trunks in black jeans and a baggy sweater that looked like the color of fog in the streetlights. It was only the habit of years of performing that kept her from stopping the song in surprise.
He's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
His hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Oh Sweet child o' mine
Oh Sweet love of mine
He stopped directly in front of her as she finished the song eyes on the ground. She blushed furiously as she put her guitar away glad for the excuse to not have to look at him. She felt vulnerable having just laid her heart bare; he had the power now to destroy her with a single word or action...I wonder if he knows he holds my heart in his hands? She thought...I just wish I knew if he feels the same.
***
Trunks looked down at her as she busied herself with putting her guitar away. He'd followed her all the way from the club to make sure she was safe intending to fly ahead when she got to his apartment so he could implement his plan to sweep her off her feet. When she'd gone into the park he'd been curious as to what she had been up to, especially when he saw her take out the guitar. As she'd sung for him he'd been unable to remain still and let her keep thinking she was imagining him.
She was so beautiful to him as she sat in the dark singing, backlit by the nearby lamppost. Her rich throaty voice wrapped around him in a tender embrace as she sang, tugging at his heart. He was again overwhelmed that she had written a song for him, an expression of her feelings that touched him more deeply, made them more real, than any mere words ever could.
No one had ever done anything like this for him before; in the past women had told him that they loved him, desired him. But Marron had taken her feelings and created something for him, touching a need inside him he hadn't even known was there, to open himself up to someone, as they were open to him.
"Say something...I hate it when you just stare at me." Marron said head lowered. Trunks realized he'd been gazing at her intensely the entire time she'd been putting her guitar away. She sat before him with her hands in her lap her pale damp hair tousled and shining in the lamplight as she studied her hands.
Trunks crouched before her and put his hands on her knees, gazing into her beautiful face. She raised her eyes to his and he saw how vulnerable she was, she had shared her body with him but this was more...this was her heart, her soul. He had no idea what to say; somehow 'I love you' didn't seem adequate. Sweet Dende, don't let me screw this up...
He took her face in his hands and slowly drew her toward him his blue eyes glittering in the dim light as they locked with hers. He pulled her so far forward she had to rest her hands on his broad shoulders so she wouldn't fall off the bench on top of him as he brought her lips to his until they were barely touching.
"I don't have the words to tell you what I'm feeling either Maro-chan...I only have this." He whispered against her lips and sliding one hand around to cup her head closed the hairsbreadth distance between them. He claimed her mouth with his in a soul-searing kiss his eyes slipping shut as he tried to convey his emotions to her in a non-verbal way. Marron's eyes widened as he deepened their kiss pulling her off the bench and into his arms as he fell back on the grass.
Marron didn't even know what to think as Trunks held her tightly in his embrace and continued his gentle assault on her senses. He'd kissed her before but not like this...not in a way that felt as if he was trying to brand her very soul with his. The touch of his lips was both languid and intense at once. As if he had all the time in the world.
She gasped for air when he finally broke their kiss. She tingled all over and felt like she had just been sent through the spin cycle as she looked at him with glazed eyes. He smiled back and touched her nose with his, arms still wrapped around her waist.
"Damn, you're good at that." She muttered when she could get two brain cells to rub together enough to form words. He kissed the end of her nose.
"Anything worth doing..." He said with a grin and kissed her again. She tried to get up off of him but he tightened his arms around her. "Nnh...I like you where you are."
"But isn't the grass wet? And cold?" She asked and brushed his lavender bangs out of his eyes, even though it was a futile gesture since they fell right back.
"I don't care." He said and kissed her neck. "Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this when you got up this morning did you?" He murmured against her neck.
"Making out in the middle of the park at midnight? Nooo...I can't say that I did." She said chuckling. Trunks worked his way from her neck to her jaw spreading feather light kisses.
"By the way...what are you doing lurking in the park in the middle of the night anyway?" Marron asked.
"Waiting for you." He told her. "You were really, really good tonight Marron, you have a lot of talent...and you're cute with pink hair." She pulled back and looked at him in surprise as he grinned devilishly.
"You knew it was me?" She asked. He stroked her face lightly with the backs of his fingers and nodded.
"And you aren't angry I didn't tell you?" She asked worriedly.
"Not angry...I wondered why until Yamucha explained everything to me. I understand now why you didn't...and your secret is safe with me until you decide otherwise. I'll support any decision you make."
She poked him in the chest hard with her index finger.
"Ow! What did you do that for?" He asked rubbing the offending spot.
"Just checking to make sure you're for real." She said with a grin.
"I'm very real...and very much yours."
Trunks pulled her head down for another lingering kiss. When they parted he wore a thoughtful expression as he rested his forehead against hers.
"You know, you were the first thing I saw when I woke up this morning, Maro-chan...I'd like you to be the last thing I see before I go to sleep." He told her softly.
Marron understood that he was asking her to stay with him, she didn't know if he meant just tonight or always...but she didn't care. She'd take what she could get. She grinned at him and hopped up off of him tugging on his hands.
"Better get going then...a bishounen like you needs his beauty sleep." She said with a wink.