A/N: I think it's good to know I'm not the only Marshall Lee fangirl out there! ^^ So a very generous writer/reader said I should write more, so here it is. Thanks so much MarcylovesMarshy, this is for you! I apologize in advance if it's not up to expectations, it's sort of hard when my mother is in the same room. .-.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Bad Little Boy~

Chapter 2

"So… how about that game?"

Clarabelle turned to face Marshall, looking up at him as he stood a few inches taller than her. "Marsh," She said, batting those long silver lashes he loved so much, giving him the most adorable look he'd ever seen.

And in that moment he lost it, pinning the princess' body between the wall and his own as he captured her lips in a kiss. His lips were soft like she remembered, but eager as if he had just a small amount of time to tell her that he needed her touch, needed to have her body next to his. He parted her lips, his tongue dominating her mouth, as he pulled the single satin string that held her pinafore to her body. The silky material fell from her body quickly, leaving her entirely exposed. Her body gave a shiver as Marshall picked her up bridal style, carrying her to her bedroom. How no one, out of all the people whom occupied her castle (from maids to royalty) noticed their very… compromising situation was far beyond her.

"Marshall," Clarabelle said as he laid her down. "Why are you doing this?"

Marshall chuckled as he unbuttoned his plaid shirt, letting it fall as he slipped out of his sneakers. "For someone whose smart, you're asking a really dumb question." He said. His body was lithe, yet neatly stacked with rippling muscles.

"What are you talking about?" Clarabelle asked, her face heating up as he hovered above her. She had him once before, but the experience was nothing like this. It felt as if her body was going to burn right through her mattress it was so hot, sensations stirring up within her core she had never felt before. Marshall's touch left her body yearning for more and he was taking too damn long to give it to her.

"I just want you," Marshall said. "It's always been you." He lips lightly pecked her neck. "Say you love me…. Say you'll always be mine." Marshall said, his hands roaming her petite body. Clarabelle moaned softly, his hands palming her developing breasts.

"I love you," She whispered sweetly, her hands combing soft raven hair.

Marshall stole her lips once again, his hips grinding against hers. The scent of her skin, the feeling of her body beneath his, the sound of her short breaths and soft moans made Marshall a very happy boy. He nipped at her neck, her skin warm to him, velvety. If he had a heart it would be beating a thousand miles per hour. Marshall trailed sticky, heated kisses down her neck, hands massaging her breasts and kneading her nipples as his fangs grazed her milky flesh. Clarabelle brought her hands to his jeans, unzipping them and blushing as the beast within reared it's bulbous mushroom head. Marshall smirked at her almost terrified look as his member stared back at her.

"Do you still want me, Clarabelle?" He breathed, his face closer to hers. She was close to answering before the thick muscle twitched, her face paling as her eyes drifted up to meet his. Marshall chuckled at her innocence, brushing one of the many tuft of her curls behind her ears. "You know I won't do anything to hurt you, do you trust me?" She nodded. "Good."

Marshall slowly dove into her tight, unwilling cavern. Clarabelle's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes wide was her brim filled with tears. Marshall's orbs studied her face, her once calm demeanor contorted with pain as his member stretched her for a better fit. He stayed perfectly still until she exhaled, her eyes closing as she urged him to go on. His name echoed from her thin rosy lips in soft moans as his slow, long thrusts rhythmically rocked her body. After the pain died away, Clarabelle closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers as his warm breath met her ear. His breath came out in short gasps, matching each thrust, as his grip on her body tightening. Her name rolled off his tongue in a husky, sultry tone that made her shiver.

And just like that it was over. Boom. Done. Clarabelle blinked, that couldn't be it. All that talk she'd heard from her sisters and other females about sex being this wonderful, most amazing thing in the world. Well true enough that was the most amazing ten minutes of her life but that was it… just ten minutes. She watched dumbfounded as Marshall stood up to gather his pants and sneakers, zipping his pants before giving his hair a shake.

"Just gonna lay there or get up?" Marshall asked, his lips twisted into a grin.

"Marsh… is that it?" Clarabelle asked. She didn't want to sound like she didn't enjoy herself when she did, and she sure as hell didn't want him to feel like he didn't do a good job. In fact, he did a damn good job. It was just…well…. the moment was very short lived.

"Well, do you want more?" His brow arched, his hands going back to unzip his pants.