Sorry about the delay. I had some work to catch up on and took some time to do that, but I'm back
I think Marceline and Kip deserve a ship-it name. All I can think of is Marip, but that sounds like a Pokémon
Anyways, here's the next chapter

Chapter 14:
"I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit."
―Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

I don't think I've ever had a better night's sleep than last night. I was so comfortable and I felt rested now, but I wanted to soak in the feeling of being in Kip's arms. I was hot though. It wasn't a sweaty type of torrid, but it was an intense warmth that made my entire body flush and I felt a bit sticky. I decided to open my eyes and I arched to get the kink out of my back, but the inside of my thigh brushed against something stiff. I thought it was just Kip's arm or his knee, but I felt his hands go to my hips and I heard his throaty groan, feeling the slight rumble vibrate on my chest.

"You're killing me, Marci." Kip lowly groused and that's when I felt it, when his hips lifted to gently grind into me.

I shot up into a sitting position, my arms unwinding from around Kip's shoulders and feeling my entire body ignite. I could hear my heart drumming in my ears and I thought it'd rupture or flatline at any given moment. For a split second, I forgot my sheepishness to admire how boyishly cute Kip looked with bedhead and hooded eyes that looked casually seductive. But I remembered he was under me and the unbearable heat was a combination of sweltering arousal and coy ambivalence.

We've been getting over this physically intimate boundary and yesterday was a huge step for me. I wasn't sure if Kip was oblivious to my inexperience or how I wasn't used to being so up close and personal with a guy, but he's been helping me progress. It meant a lot to me that I got over this stupid obstacle of insecurity. Due to Rose's abuse, it was twice as hard for me to be comfortable with someone touching me. After a few attempts, most people would be open and willing, but it wasn't as easy for me. I wanted to get over it though and I think Kip could be the guy to help me through it.

Kip's hands slowly glided from my waist to my unveiled legs and my muscles tightened and twitched under his touch. His languid, blue-eyed gaze fell from my eyes to rake down my body, then he sat up and I gasped at the friction he made between us, a tingle shooting down my spine. The urge to ask him to touch me was nagging my mind, but I couldn't find anything to say. My mind was a in a haze and all I could understand were how hungrily softhearted his eyes were. I sighed when I felt his lips on my neck and, yearning to feel that simulating grating again, I rocked my hips into his lap and softly moaned at the breathtaking sensation.

I was slightly panting now, dazed by the power of raw lust. I responded to Kip's kisses by planting some of my own on his cheek and down to his neck, still grinding into him like a horny puppy.

"M-Marci, I don't-" Kip's words were cut off when he groaned from the nip I just gave him. He didn't sound like he was in pain, so I did something right for once. "I-I didn't bring any-ah...c-condoms..."

I didn't stop my misintentions because I was feeling incomparable surges of fiery gratification and I never wanted to stop, but I suddenly registered Kip's words.

As a blushing mess, I was torn between jumping off Kip's lap and staying where I was. Either way, I'd rub against him and that wouldn't do either of us any good, but staying in this position was going to be worse. Quickly, I slid from Kip's lap and pulled my t-shirt under my knees, clamping my legs together. Christ, they were silky with sweat...and arousal.

"You should've told me you were needy yesterday." Kip said in a light tone, that was still husky, and he smirked at me. My face had to be redder than a strawberry and his eyes, those goddamn eyes of his weren't making things better. He honestly looked like he wanted to follow through with what I initiated and his hungry gaze was so seductively alluring. "I could've been prepared."

"I-I've...I d-didn't..." I couldn't even ramble right now. I was nervous and embarrassed and flustered all at the same time. Then again, it was never easy telling a guy that I've never crossed the clothes-off boundary. Kip's brows were pulled together and he looked deeply puzzled, but willing to wait until I stopped sputtering sentences like a caveman. The crease in his expression suddenly relaxed and he smiled a bit, taking my hand.

"You've never been with a guy?" He gently asked, his voice warm and full of cordiality. He didn't sound like he was upset or irritated, there wasn't an ounce of judgement in his compassionate tone. Sheepish, I ducked my head and shut my eyes, but I shook my head at his question. I heard him chuckle and that just made me feel worse. He probably thought I was a goddamn prude and I wouldn't be surprised if he called me out on it. It's happened before. But Kip wasn't an inconsiderate dirtbag like the puerile guys I've wasted my time on in high school. I don't think Kip could be co cruel to someone he liked either. He was a natural born sweetheart. "Hey, look at me." Fingers went under my chin and tipped upwards, making me open my eyes. Kip still had that tenderhearted look in his eyes. It wasn't pity either. "Don't be ashamed of that. We'll just take things slow and do whatever you're comfortable with. I'll go as far as you want me to and you stop me whenever you want."

"...but what about you?" I asked, my voice quieter than a gust of wind, and Kip raised an eyebrow in question. "...you've got needs too and what if this happens again and you want to...I can't...satisfy you..."

"Don't worry about that. I'm prepared to wait until you're ready...and if you want to with me, of course." Despite the intense amount of bashfulness I was feeling, I frown at him. He was being very sweet and considerate, but it wasn't fair to him to have to deal with a sporadically horny girlfriend and not get the release he needed. I was a goddamn tease to him and he shouldn't have to suffer. I'm pretty sure guys have it worse when they're aroused than girls do. "Marci-"

"It's not fair to you." I grumbled, looking away from him. Kip caught my chin and put both his hands on my cheeks, his light eyes boring into mine.

"I'll be fine. Have you forgotten that I was deployed for 9 years? They kept the women separated from us too, maximum security separated." I huffed at Kip's little joke and I wasn't trying to smile, but I saw his and I couldn't help it. I nodded and he pulled me in for a hug.

When we detached, Kip gave me a kiss on the head and slid out of bed. My bedroom door was opened and he walked right out into the bathroom while I had a mini heart attack. How could he be freely walking around when Dad was in his room that was less than 20 feet away from mine?! I quickly threw on the nearest pair of pants I could find and scurried out of my room to Dad's bedroom at the end of the hall. I cracked it open and poked my head inside, finding his room empty. I checked the living room next and it was clear too, but Diesel was in curled his dog bed, still snoozing.

With a sigh of relief, I went into the kitchen and got started on breakfast, remembering the weird garnish Kip liked on his eggs. Halfway though cooking, Diesel woke up and nudged me in the leg with his food bowl, so I filled it for him and have him a pat. With breakfast was finished, I heard the TV click on in the living room and, of course, Kip was in there with his eyes glued to the screen. He only had his jeans on and his kutte was folded on the arm of the couch. I set his plate on the coffee table and took the cushion next to him, expecting to see ESPN on the screen, but he was watching the news.

Zane used to do the same thing. I thought, immediately chastising myself afterwards.

I didn't want to compare them, but Zane did used to check the news in the morning and before he went to bed. He said he he did it because if his gang did anything that made headlines, he wanted to know how up-to-speed the cops were and the news was the best way to obtain that information. I'm sure Kip didn't like to hear about all the depressing stories reported, so he must be doing the same thing. I wondered what the hell the Sons were into, illegally. They couldn't be running any drug game because Charming was clean and Clay didn't seem like the type to tolerate a junkie Son. With all the Crow Eaters and sweetbutts they've got swooning over them, it wouldn't be surprising if they were into prostitution. Gemma seemed like she'd be one fierce den mother and the women would be kept in place with her in charge. Gunrunning was always a possibility and the hasty disappearance of that cargo truck preceding that sudden ATF raid on the clubhouse couldn't be coincidental. Then there was that burning bodies thing. Whatever the Sons were into, they kept a tight lid on their operations.

"Juice wants you to look at a pair of mug books." Kip said, almost in a hypnotized state, and pulled me from my thoughts. His plate was in his lap now and he was eating, but he half-glanced at me. "He should be at the clubhouse most of the day."

"Will Clay be there too?"

"He should, depends on what he's gotta do around town." He probably didn't see it, but I nodded. I wanted to take the President up on his gun training lesson.

I started to watch the local news, trying to see if I could catch on to whatever the Sons have been up to in the past few weeks. Nothing exceptionally heinous caught my attention, so I tuned out the rest of the melancholy reports.

When our plates were clear, I collected them and went to wash them. I noticed Diesel sitting at the patio doors, but he didn't look like he was waiting for someone to open them and his bowls were filled. He was sternly watching something outside and I glanced out of the window, seeing a pair of squirrels scurrying around the backyard. As quietly as I could, I released the pit to let him stalk the smaller animals.

Going back to the sofa, Kip was still interested in the news and I laid my head in his lap, wondering what he was waiting to see. After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my leg and his fingers started to every-so-lightly glide around my exposed flesh, tingling me. I'd mindlessly pulled on a pair of grey and white cotton shorts and I was starting to think the decision wasn't accidental. Maybe it was fate.

Despite what Kip said earlier about him being perfectly fine with waiting until I was totally comfortable, I already decided that he'd be someone I'd want to go all the way with, the only other person being Zane. Kip's initial honesty and how he made me smile were the first flags, then the way he made me feel when he'd kiss me was the icing on the cake. His sweet kisses set off fireworks, they spawned butterflies and made my skin tingle with sparks of electricity. A simple touch would make me warm and fuzzy and I never wanted his hands to leave my skin. And every time I looked into his eyes, I felt an unbelievable amount of trust, protection and acceptance.

I knew he'd wait too, but I was done waiting. The only problem was telling Kip that I wanted to. Doing that verbally would be embarrassing beyond understanding, but maybe I didn't have to talk...maybe I could just touch and he'd catch on. He'd probably think I was a nymphet if I told him, but I've been dying to see what he had hiding under his pants and if he was anything like he felt, like I imagined he'd be. I wanted to see how different his was from any other male too. He didn't get nicknamed 'Half-Sack' for nothing.

Set in my ways and thoroughly decided, I took a small breath in an attempt to get a little confidence boost. The newscast sounded like it was ending or cutting to commercial and Kip's fingers were edging dangerously close to the inside of my thigh. I pushed my nervousness aside and sat up. Kip's hand fell from my leg and his eyes were already on me, but I didn't look at them because I knew I'd get nervous and back down from what I wanted to do so badly.

Still avoiding his eyes, I managed to nimbly place myself in Kip's lap, straddling him with my hands on his shoulders. I watched his hands go from his sides to rest on the tops of my thighs and I felt the goosebumps rise as my face flushed. I found the courage to glance at him and I saw his darkened eyes, still full of admiration and kindness.

"Marci..." Kip's voice was a bit low and I heard half of his sigh.

He'll be fine my ass.

Without a word, I leaned in to capture his soft lips and tingled at his immediate response. My hands slowly slid down his bare chest and over the waistband of his jeans, then settled on either of his front pockets. I could definitely feel him, but there was something else under my fingers too and it felt smaller. Curious, I dripped my finger in his pocket and felt something smooth, but the indent of a circle what what caught my attention. I broke our kiss and tugged out the golden wrapped condom, looking at Kip with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you didn't have any."

"...I didn't know it was in there?" He tried and I laughed because it sounded like he was offering me that as one of many excuses, but my smile slowly started to fade as I thought about why he would lie.

"...you don't wanna do this..."

"No, no, I do! I'd love to! Jesus, I'm rock hard right now." He blurted out, his cheeks slightly flushing. "I-I mean, it'd be, you know, amazing if we did 'cause you're beautiful and I really..." He hesitated and I was waiting for him to find the words he was looking for, but he just sighed. "I just...I didn't want you to see me before I had the surgery."

"What surgery?"

"...I'm gonna get a new nut." He shyly smiled at me. "I'm going in tomorrow. Jax managed to come up with the money I owed the club for losing the fight and Clay gave me a couple days off to rest, but I'll be ready to go by the end of the day. I thought I could, I dunno, keep you...preoccupied? I just wanted to be...balanced for you..."

"Kip, I don't care if your unbalanced." I giggled. "You could have 3 nuts and I'd still wanna do this with you."

"...are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured or anything 'cause of what I said earlier. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready and, seriously Marci, I can wait."

"I'm sure." I smiled at him and he gave me one back, leaning up for a kiss.

~.~.~.~.

Marceline started to feel that hot tingling she did earlier when she was in bed with Kip, that amorous warmth that went straight to her core. It made goosebumps rise all over her body and her cheeks were inflamed, but she didn't feel as embarrassed as she did before. She knew that doing this with Kip was the right choice and she could feel just how much he wanted to continue.

She felt Kip's hands glide under her legs and she gasped when he easily lifted them. Kip's focus went to her exposed neck and his open mouth kisses were all over her soft skin, nibbling at her collarbone. Marci was biting her lip to keep herself quiet. She didn't want to sound like a whore or worse, one of the Crow Eaters, but the combination of Kip's angelic lips and the friction of his hardened member through his jeans rubbing against her with every step he took to her bedroom was the most sublime torture she's ever felt. It felt like another eternity, but Kip made it to her room and he gently set her on the bed, crawling over her. As his mouth came back to hers, Marci took the initiative to rid herself of her shorts because she wanted to feel more of him as he settled between her legs. She didn't want to prolong anything, she'd done enough of that. She wanted him now.

Kip's hands were already under shirt and he groaned into her mouth when he felt that she had no bra on. How did I miss that? He thought, but he wasn't going to complain. He'd wanted to be intimate with her for a while now and it was finally happening. He didn't want her to feel like she was coerced into doing this with him, which is why he initially declined her advances. She didn't owe him anything and she had nothing to prove. He truly admired the fact that she held on to her virginity for so long too, didn't think it was a prudish trait.

Kip swore he blew his load when he heard her properly moan for the first time. He'd taken his mouth away from hers and was kneading her left breast, that filled his hand perfectly, while tweaking the hardened bud of her left one, nipping at her neck.

Marceline was a writhing mess under him. She couldn't stop squirming because she was trying to get some attention where she needed it most and the friction she was getting by dry-humping him was giving her some solace. Her attempt at being modest faltered because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. How could she when Kip was making her body sing with his touches? She felt his magical hands leave her breasts and wondered why in God's name he stopped, but she felt him tugging her shirt up. She sat up to let him take it off and blushed when she noticed his ocean eyes taking her in. She'd never been naked in front of anyone before, save for Jasmine when they'd changed clothes a few times, but that was a girl. This was a man who's seen all kinds of beautiful bodies.

Marci thought of all the slutty Crow Eaters.

They were just objects of relief to the Sons, just like the Doxies to the Spartans, but they had attractive features. They had noticeable busts or plump asses that they put on display from the little clothes they wore. She knew she shouldn't have, but she compared herself to them...to Cherry. She was nothing like the Nevada sweetbutt by a long shot...she was nothing like any of the women Kip's been with. She was a downgrade to what he was used to.

Kip was still gawking over how beautiful Marceline was under him. Her peach skin was now coated in a pale crimson and he could feel the alluring heat radiating off of her like a furnace. He tore his eyes from what he considered had to be a pair of the most perfect breasts he's ever seen to look into her moss-green eyes, but she wasn't looking at him. He expected that, for her to be nervous, but even with a blush clear on her slightly freckled cheeks, she was frowning a bit. He wasn't expecting that.

"You wanna stop? We can stop here." He offered, taking his weight off her lower half. He noticed her grinding into him and took that, along with her sweet moans, as a sign that she was comfortable and enjoying the foreplay, but she seemed stiff now. "You okay?"

"...I'm fine..." She replied in a soft mutter, her frown never leaving, and Kip wondered what he did wrong to make her tense and nervous.

Kip didn't believe her. He knew how to read her and he could tell when she was lying, not that she has been. He's been in a situation like this before when a new girl started showing up around the clubhouse. She'd been a beige blonde with bright turquoise eyes. She'd come in with her brunette friend, that he remembered was one of Tig's favorites, but would be alone 5 minutes after they arrived. After some talking and a few shots, they were stumbling down the hall of dorms with their tongues down each others throats. There were a few empty rooms for future or visiting members, but Clay told him to take his pick of one. He'd led the girl to his unofficial room, they'd gotten rid of their clothes, but he saw the look on her face. Even with her drunken eyes, he could tell that she didn't want to have sex with him. He wasn't going to try to persuade her to reconsider or to make her think that she at least owed him a blowjob because he wasn't like the other Sons. Whore or not, he had a soft spot for women and he wasn't comfortable making them do something they didn't want to. He'd seen one too many sweetbutts run out of the clubhouse crying because of what happened the night before or because of how they were coldly treated by the Son they found next to them. It just wasn't right.

When he saw her uncomfortably shift, her hands went to cover her bared chest, but it looked like she was forcing herself not to shield her body from his appreciative eyes. It clicked then.

"Hey...you're beautiful, Marci." Kip cooed and he honestly meant it. He thought she was stunning.

She didn't have pounds of makeup hiding her naturally beautiful features, so he'd never be annoyed by sticky lipstick stains on his skin. Her hair wasn't damaged from being flat-ironed every night and it felt like a cloud when he'd run his fingers through her long locks. She didn't dress like a slut either. She'd pick clothes that showed off her body, but still covered enough to leave a man's mind to wonder what she was hiding.

Marci looked into Kips calming eyes when he spoke. She couldn't believe he was still willing to stop, but he was true to his word that he'd only go as far as she wanted him to. Her heart skipped a beat when he said he thought she was beautiful. He'd told her that before, but it was different now. She was unveiled and exposed to him. This was her embellished and he still thought she was beautiful. That compliment and the way he seemed to be able to read her mind made her unwind. She quietly sighed, relaxed and took her arms from her chest to wrap them around his neck.

"Can we keep going?" She asked, secretly pleading that he wouldn't refuse. His light eyes scanned her darker ones, looking for the slightest bit of uncertainty or contradiction to her words, but he didn't find it and he slowly nodded at her request.

Eager, Marci's hands flew to his jeans and she was tugging his belt loose. Kip laughed at her enthusiasm and decided not to tease her anymore. She knew what she wanted and he wasn't going to deny her wishes. He'd do just about anything for her and all she'd have to do is ask. He felt her push his jeans down and he couldn't help but smirk when her eyes locked on the lump being covered by his plaid, blue and orange American Eagle boxers. She smiled at them, another addition to his youth.

Kip grabbed the condom from the side of her head and shimmied out of his jeans, making her laugh. He smiled at her, thankful that she'd eased up. She started blushing again when he started to tug his boxers off and then, he was naked before her. At first, Marceline was utterly tantalized by his groin. It was standing stiff at attention and was throbbing with his heartbeat and it was hard and ready for action. Then, she lowered her eyes and finally found out why the Prospect got his nickname. There was one nut dangling on the left side and she hasn't seen a million junks in her life, so she figured his was normal-looking, but on the right, there was literally only half of one. There was a scar on what was left of it, but it didn't look like anything disguising or repelling. If anything, they looked really uneven, which is probably why he felt like he was unbalanced.

Marci had to force herself from drooling over Kip's manhood and dragged her eyes up until they were on his eyes. He'd been gauging her reaction from the second he exposed himself to her and he was waiting to see the distaste in her eyes. He'd usually have to spin the tale of him being a war hero to butter up the sweetbutts, but this was Marceline and she wasn't an easy lay. He was relieved to see that she wasn't freaked out too. Honestly, he was getting a smug feeling from how her eyes were glinting in desire.

Kip trailed his hands down her sides and smirked when she'd lifted her hips. Still, he went slowly when he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her purple hipster panties and he kept his eyes on hers as he started to slide them down. Her blush got redder, but she kept his eyes and with a final tug, she was just as bare as he was. With the want in her eyes spurring him, Kip quickly tore open the foil packet and rolled on the condom.

This is it. Marci thought.

Kip lowered himself and she loved the feeling of his weight on her. It was comforting, as if he was saying 'I'm right here'. He used one forearm to keep himself up and the other was planted at the side of her head, but he grabbed her hand to kiss it before lacing their fingers together. Her legs were spread for him and he was perfectly angled with her untouched canal. He'd prodded and gently pushed, but kept note of her facial expressions, not wanting to do too much too quickly. Once the head was in, the rest of him glided into her almost effortlessly and he groaned into her neck at the balmy tightness engulfing him, feeling her vice-like grip on his hand.

Marci knew this was going to a little painful, but it hurt like a bitch. He'd stretched her out and it felt like she was still getting torn apart, but he wasn't moving anymore. She was trying to relax to let the discomfort pass and thankfully, it did. Kip picked his head up from her shoulder to gaze into her glossed eyes and mentally asked if she was alright, if he could keep going. She nodded, but gasped at his first soft thrust. There was a slight bolt of pain the first time he moved, but as he continued to tenderly plunge into her, she started to enjoy the feeling. In a matter of minutes, she was back to openly moaning and her body was reacting to him, her hips meeting every push of his hips. His mouth was devouring and marking every inch of bare skin his lips touch and she loved it.

Marceline wrapped her legs around Kip's waist and he took that as a sign that she was feeling the same momentous satisfaction he was. She looked so sexy under him and he'd never forget her twisted faces of lust. Experimentally, he started pumping into her faster and she arched into him with a breathless moan. Her purrs were music to his ears and it spurred him to please her until neither of them could take it anymore, but he was close and he hoped she was too. He wrapped his arms under her arching back to keep her as close as possible and he felt her nails raking his back in a way that drove him crazy. In return, he bit her neck, earning an amatory squeal from her, then licked the spot to soothe it.

They were both sweaty bodies rocking against each others and Marceline was swimming in a sea of pure lechery. Every time his hips crashed into hers, a chilling tingle would run up her spine to erupt in her ribcage and she couldn't stop moaning. She was hypnotized by the pleased sounds Kip was making and he set a new fire inside of her every time they kissed. There was a warmth in the pit of her stomach that just kept building in a delicious temptation and it was at its peak. She felt like she was going insane with every thrust, but she tightened her legs around him and threw her arms around his shoulders.

She felt like it was too much pleasure to experience at once, but then, she felt that growing heat inside of her explode and she let out the most dissolute, almost pornographic wail as white, hot pleasure drenched her from head to toe and she was seeing stars. Kip had gone stiff as his own orgasm hit him and he was watching her beautifully fall apart as her own ripped though her body. Nobody's ever seen her lust-drunken face except him and by God, he wanted to keep it that way.

~.~.~.~.

I was still panting under Kip and I could hear his heavy breaths too. I was loosely wrapped around him, but I untraveled my twitching legs from his waist. I was still coming down from the unbelievable high he gave me, but I felt him slide out of me. My legs were slicked with our combined fluids and the loss of him made me feel like everything inside me was going to spill out, so I clamped my legs together.

I felt wonderful and there was nothing in this world or the next that was better than this feeling. That lovely buzzing was humming inside me again and there was a lingering presence of contentment in the air and I knew I was smiling. I felt drained, but not exhausted. I guess this was the aftereffect of a good banging. I noticed Kip was sitting on the edge of the bed and I took in all the red lines going down his back or across his shoulders. I went to touch one of them, but he got up and went into the bathroom. The feeling of dejection immediately came over me. Was he really going to up and leave like nothing happened? Kip wasn't like that...was he?

Suddenly self-conscious, I covered myself in the blanket. I did everything wrong, I knew I did. Kip probably hated every second of it or he was put off by the weird noises I was making. Christ, I probably sounded like a dying elephant. After another minute, he came back in and he shut the top half of my door before getting back in bed. I quietly sighed when he got under the covers with me and coiled his arms around my waist. His bicep was under my head acting as a pillow, but my cheek was resting on his chest. His heart was already calmed and I listed to it in an attempt to get mine under control.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice gentle with a hint of fatigue, and I felt him tense. I wondered if he was worried that he hurt me or if I was displeased. I was far from disappointed.

"That was amazing." I admitted, coyly glancing up at him. Kip smiled at me and I smiled back, but I yawned.

"Get some rest. I'm right here."

With a kiss to my head, Kip tightened his arms around me and I tucked my head under his chin, drifting into an easy sleep. He wasn't going to leave me. He'd be right next to me when I woke up, just like he promised.

I wanted to try something new, so I wrote the frickle-frackle in a different POV. Depending on what you guys think, I might write all smutty chapters like that
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