I mention it in the fic, but they are both nineteen and have been doing this for a while. Star is a tired queen and Marco is her faithful knight.

The title is from the song Tongue & Teeth by the Crane Wives.


The door to my room creaked open, but I didn't even roll over. I knew who it was before I even felt the mattress dip as she crawled beside me. This wasn't the first night Star came to my room.

"Marco? Marco, are you awake?"

Groaning, I rolled onto my back and blinked my eyes up at the Queen hovering over me. Every year I stayed in Mewni, I watched her grow more and more beautiful as the two of us grew further and further apart. Or maybe we were just growing older. I still can't tell.

But some things never change, like our almost nightly routine or the sadness in her eyes or how much I love her.

"Does it matter? You would have just woken me up anyway."

I propped myself up on my elbows, bringing my face closer to hers and waiting for her to make a move. The Queen always makes the first move.

Just like expected, she surged forward to kiss me, cupping my face between her cold hands. She was always so cold. My hands gripped her hips through her nightgown and I rolled her over so that she was lying flat on my bed and I was leaning over her. My mouth started trailing down her neck, distracted by the smell of her and the feel of her skin under mine. Okay, so maybe I'm getting more out of these nightly visits than Star is, but I won't bring it up if she won't. I latched onto her pulse point, sucking her heartbeat into my mouth and swallowing it.

"No marks," she whimpered, cold hands flying up to clutch my hair.

"Whatever," I mumbled into her skin before biting her collarbone. Star made a lot of rules that I never followed through. I wasn't going to hold back just because she felt she had to keep up her charade of Queen. My teeth dug in.

Star gasped and a leg flew up to wrap around my waist, pulling me over her completely. I settled between her legs and pretended that she was a normal girl and I was a normal boy and we were in normal love, sneaking kisses in class and playing footsie under the table. But Star's stress-bitten nails scratching down my back as I rolled my hips into hers reminded me that we weren't kids anymore.

"Please, please," she begged and I didn't know what she was asking for, but by god, I'd do my best to give it to her.

"Fuck, Star," I grunted into her neck, rolling my hips into hers with enough force to shake the bed. I was intoxicated by her heat. Even through her cotton "Wednesday" panties and her nightgown, I could feel her searing me through my pajama bottoms. With a groan, I realized that I had to be the luckiest guy on Mewni.

"Mmm," she whimpered when my fingers caught on the soft skin of her inner thigh. Her body was taut with anticipation and I smirked against her skin, knowing that I brought her there. Not any of the stupid suitors or crushes or ex-boyfriends. Me. Marco.

"Shit!" she shouted when my thumb brushed her clit. I flashed back to the first time she said that word, on a surprisingly similar night.

Star's hands were everywhere as she climbed on top of him, pulling and begging. With nimble hands, she slipped him into her and started riding him like he was just another toy in her drawer. That thought turned him on, but not as much as the noises she was making. Between her soft cries and her frantic pace, Marco could barely keep it together, gripping the sheets for dear life.

"Shit, wait, Star, shit."

His hands held her hips in a steel grip, holding her still as he tried to rein himself back in. She wasn't making it easy with the way she was squirming on top of him, but she waited patiently with a shit-eating grin as she looked down at him.

They'd only done it once or twice before at that point, but Star took to it naturally, so she was usually pretty smug about the effect she had on him.

Marco squeezed his eyes shut to focus on his breathing, because the image of her straddling him and smiling down at him with flushed cheeks was too much to handle. Eventually, her smile began to fade.

"Marco, please."

He looked up at her pleading eyes as the cloud of sex began to dissipate and that steady sadness crept back into the blue of her irises.

"Okay. Shit. One second."

Marco carefully rolled them over with as little jostling as possible, trying his hardest not to blow his load. Unfortunately, Star was a fucking knockout and having her begging up at him wasn't much better than having her smiling down at him.

"Hold on, we'll go slow," he said, bracing himself over her with one elbow and gripping her hip with the other. With a slow, steady stroke, Marco pulled out of her and then thrust back in.

Star whimpered.

"Harder."

He did as she asked and slammed into her with the next thrust, making her cry out with reckless abandon. The guards were probably having a field day outside the door.

Another slow pull out and another earth-shattering thrust in.

Star gasped.

"Shit!"

Marco grinned down at her and teased, "Cursing isn't very ladylike."

She opened her mouth to retort, but another thrust sent her reeling.

"Shit!"

"I fucking love it when you curse," I noted offhandedly as my fingers worked her through her panties. I wasn't much of a curser, but something about hearing Star curse made me hard as fuck.

The way she looked up at me with a searing heat made me feel like I was burning alive. It wasn't the first time that I realized Star could destroy me with just one look, but every time felt like the first. Fuck, she looked like she wanted to devour me.

My lips found their way back to hers and tore her mouth open, searching and demanding answers that she could never give me. Her hips were driving me insane.

She pulled away to gasp for air.

"Marco-"

My mouth was slotting over hers again as my hands trailed down her thighs to grasp her knees. Prying her legs even farther apart, I rutted into her. She never came here for gentle and soft and kind . She came here to forget something and to remember someone and to feel somebody on her. So that's what I gave her.

Her hands started pushing at my chest, so I backed off and looked down at the vision laying under me. God, she looked so fucking wrecked.

Her blonde hair, shorter now than it was when we were younger, was a tangled mess that barely reached the peaks of her hard nipples poking through her nightgown. The flimsy white fabric was clinging to her sweaty body and outlining her figure like a marble sculpture. One strap had slipped down her shoulder, revealing the bite on her collarbone that she would be struggling to hide for the next week. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Her cheeks were flushed, pink hearts glowing in the darkness. Her bangs stuck to her sweaty forehead and her blue eyes were blown wide, dark and devouring as they stared up at me. All in all, she looked like every wet dream I had had from the age of thirteen up until yesterday night.

"Marco," she said once her breathing had leveled out. "I think she's still out there."

Suddenly the spell was shattered and I rolled off of her with a groan, lying back on my bed.

"Star, we've been over this-"

"I know, I know, but I can still feel her. She's out there, I know it."

She sat up and now it was her turn to lean over me. Her blonde hair was like a curtain shielding the two of us from the outside world.

"Star. Listen to me."

I hated to see her like this, really. Sure, that ache in her chest was what drove her back to my bed every night, but if I could find her mom and smooth over the seemingly permanent crease in her forehead, I would in a heartbeat. Nineteen is too young to be hollow.

"She's gone. You have to accept that."

"No, but, Marco-"

"No, Star. No."

I sighed and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, parting the curtain to let some moonlight stream into our little bubble. Star bit her lip and before the tears could fall, I pulled her to my chest. Her shoulders started to shake as she sobbed into my T-shirt, clutching the fabric with cold fists.

My hand stroked soothing circles on her back, letting her use me like a snot rag, boy toy, or whatever else she needed me for. Because in the end, I would always be there for Star. Some things never change.

Her sobs died down eventually and we just sat there, holding each other. I was starting to fall asleep when Star propped her chin up on my chest and asked, "Marco, do you ever want to go back to Earth?"

I kept my eyes closed as I thought about it for a second.

"No."

"Why not?"

Peeking one eye open to look down into her wide eyes, my heart clenched and I replied, "Because you aren't there."

Star's face turned red and her cheek hearts started to glow. Sitting up again to glance up at the rafters of my room, she began tentatively, "If I… went back to Earth… would you go with me?"

That surprised me.

I stared up at Star in shock, half because of what she said and half because of the way her silhouette against the moonlit window in my room looked sort of like an angel. Clearing my throat, I replied, "Yeah… but, Star, you can't leave Mewni. You're the Queen."

"What if… someone else were Queen?"

Her eyes were still looking everywhere but at me. I sat up on my elbows, grasped her chin, and turned her head to look me in the eyes.

"Star, what are you talking about?"

"Maybe… Eclipsa?" she said it so quietly that I barely heard her, but it was unmistakable.

I was quiet for a while as she looked down at me, chewing her lip.

"What are you thinking, Marco?"

"Why do you want to leave Mewni?"

She sighed and sat back, pulling her knees to her chest.

"I don't know. I just… I can feel her everywhere. I miss her so much that I can't take it," she said, looking at me from her knees with pitiful eyes. She sat up and planted her hands on my chest. "Please, Marco. Please make it go away."

I just stared up at the Queen above me, begging me to make the pain go away. In the moment, I could only think of one thing.

"I'd follow you anywhere."

And I honestly meant it.

For the first time, I was the one to surge up to kiss her, cradling her face in my hands as she climbed into my lap.

Our lips broke apart as she rested her forehead on mine, whispering quiet thanks as I rolled my hips up against her.

Her cold hands pulled at my pajama pants, leaving goosebumps where her fingers brushed my bare skin. Then they were around my ankles and I had to grit my teeth to keep it together when she settled back on top of me. Those cold hands tangled in my T-shirt and somehow got it over my head. I couldn't help my smug grin when she stared down at my chest starry-eyed. She had always had a thing for abs.

"Shut up," she muttered when she saw my grin, but a begrudging smile was pulling at the corner of her lips.

"Don't tell me to shut up, perv," I laughed, rolling her over and helping her get her nightgown off.

I sat back on my heels and took a second to look at her again. Fuck, she's beautiful naked. Her heaving chest immediately caught my attention, pink nipples hard as ice. I pinched and pulled at them as she squirmed beneath me.

"That feels good," she sighed, eyes fluttering shut. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled us closer together. When her eyes opened again, I was still looking down at her. "What?"

"You're just so beautiful."

She moaned and sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me like it was her last chance.

Pulling her into my lap, I slid into her and gave as good as I got, letting her hair form a curtain around us again. Rolling my hips up into her, I tried to focus on keeping it together until she was ready. Her nails scraped paths down my back.

"Please, I'm so close."

I didn't tell her that I was even closer. Instead I bit my lip and hammered up into her so hard that I knew she'd be sitting on her throne all day. I thought then of that throne and the dreams I'd had about eating her out there. I could barely pull out in time but I managed it.

My cum splattered all over her flat, pale stomach, but I didn't stop for a second. My fingers found her hole and I started miming what I'd been doing early, making sure to hit her G-spot with each strike. She cried out and pulled my hair before she finally came, fluttering around my finger like the butterflies that she got her name from.

"Thank you," she whispered sleepily before falling asleep. And that's how it always ended. Her asleep and me in love.


This is my favorite interpretation of Starco and I know I'll write more stuff of them like this. Let me know if you'll read it.