Chapter 24: can you make love if you're drunk?

Fionn instantly took advantage of his mouth once he allowed her access. Her lips greedily dominated him as she bit his bottom lip and dug her fingers in to his shirt. Marshall, of course, allowed her to enslave him once again and use him to her advantage. His hands spread across her thighs, and pressed against the worn denim of her jeans. She smiled in appreciation of his touch and pressed her body close to his. The young artist followed her movement and pulled her ever closer to him while sliding his hands up to her waist. He pulled out her pony tail and ran his fingers through her now loose hair. Fionna pulled back and tussled her hair to fully free it from the rubber band. Without her mouth, Marshall instead kissed her neck and pushed her hips in to his. Once Fionna let out a moan, there was no going back.

Marshall stood up with her in his arms and her legs wrapped around his hips. She scraped off her shoes behind his back as he carried her to his bedroom and laid her back on his unmade bed. Fionna grinned at the change of scenery and dug her nails in to his hair while he mercilessly sucked and kissed at her neck. She started to peel off his teeshirt while he was opening the front of her jeans. Her feet rubbed against her back, and he could feel the rough texture of her socks on his skin and growled in to her neck. Fionna finally got the fabric off of his body and peeled off her own as well. It wasn't long before their pants were disregarded as well, and they were left in nothing but their undergarments. Of course, Fionna was matching again, and now that Marshall knew she had planned this he couldn't help but appreciate how well boy-shorts flattered her hips. She grinned as he kissed down in between her breasts and slid his hands up and down her waist.

"Fuck, I love the way you touch me," she moaned and grabbed his hair. He bucked against her and relished in her gasp. The feeling of her soft skin made all the pain melt away despite the strong smell of alcohol that emanated from her. She bit her lip and pulled his face up to kiss him and roll over so she was now on top of him.

"You seem eager tonight," she whispered in his ear as she dragged her body up to sit on him rather than lay. Marshall grunted as her weight settled on top of him. He continued to explore her body with his hands as she chuckled and shifted down lower on his body.

"I didn't expect you to be so desperate," she murmured and dragged her hand down his chest while the other remained on the side of his face.

"It's been a while," was his only response.

"How long? A couple night?" She asked and rolled her hips against his. He cursed and cupped her ass with his hands.

"You know how long," he managed. Fionna paused for a moment, her hips halted in their place as she stared down at him.

"You mean…you haven't been sleeping with other girls?" She questioned. He shook his head and moved his hands down to her thighs. She was silent for a moment, but then quickly snapped out of it and resumed what she was doing.

"I guess it's good I drank tonight," she teased and let her hands trail down to his groin.

"I'd prefer it if you were sober," he replied and groaned as she squeezed him. She grinned and shook her head.

"No…sober Fionna is no where near as fun as me," she purred.

"I don't like you just because you're-" he was interrupted by his own moan as the blond started to palm him.

"Sober Fionna isn't nearly this dirty," she whispered and kissed his lips.

Marshall happily kissed her back, trying to get lost in her mouth to forget what it had said. She grinned against him and trailed kisses down his neck and chest as he watched the ceiling. It had been over a month and a half since he had received a blow job…and her mouth has always been promising to him. He shut his eyes as he felt her lips come closer and closer to his boxers which she was tugging off him at the same rate. When he felt her touch him he sighed and enjoyed the feel of her breath against his shaft. She boldly took him in to her mouth and was pleased to hear him hiss. He grabbed at the sheets and panted as she sucked on his head and squeezed near the base. His eyes opened halfway and he stared at the ceiling while clawing at the sheets and inching his hands closer to her. Fionna took him in deeper, and pressed her warm hot tongue against his skin. The tattooist moaned and finally gave in to gripping her long hair. His fingers ran through the silky golden strands, but he didn't grab her anymore. He didn't want to hurt her.

The blond was relentless, and kept him gasping and writhing under her tongue. He moaned a long string of curse words as he let her work and reach behind him to grab at the sheets. The absence of his warm hands made Fionna look up and smile as she ran her tongue up his shaft. He shivered and bit his lip. His eyes were shut tight, and was pleasantly surprised when she took him in again and placed her hand on his side. Another line of curse words escaped him as he focused on her warm wet mouth and the way her tongue moved so lewdly. He hadn't even realized he had been rolling his hips in to her mouth until she forced down his hips. It wasn't long after that till he had completely lost it. He writhed and kicked and moaned, trying to warn her he was about to cum but was always interrupted with a gasp or a moan. One last curse word and he was gone, trying to pull her off only for her to let his cum drip off her chin.

"That's gross," she mumbled after she had swallowed what was in her mouth. Marshall was too busy catching his breath on his back to pay attention to her as she wiped the remaining semen away from her chin with his boxers. She flopped down next to him and watched the ceiling with him.

"What…d'you expect? Frosting?" He asked. Fionna giggled.

"Nah, but I definitely expected more salty than bitter. You taste a lot more bitter than one of my ex's, but he was the only person I blew before this…" she rambled on and on until Marshall rolled over and silenced her with an eager kiss.

"You're turn," he whispered and unclasped her bra. She made a timid sound and watched as he trailed down her body.

"Y-you don't h-have to. I-I'm…I'mmmm…" she moaned as he pressed his fingers against her panties.

"Fine? You can fool me when you're this wet," he said as he rubbed slowly.

"Fuck…Marshall…" she groaned and grabbed on to his raven locks.

"What do you want?" He asked and kissed the side of her breast.

"Your mouth," she breathed and opened her legs for him. Marshall finally smiled and pushed her panties aside to shove a finger inside her.

"I wonder if you can handle it," he whispered as she gasped and moaned loudly.

"God," she hissed and shoved her underwear down. Marshall chuckled and pulled them off for her before returning between her thighs and kissing her hip.

"If you tease me…I-I swear to god! I-I'll…I'll-" She growled and nearly pulled his hair out.

"You'll what?" He challenged.

"Fuck!" She whined. Marshall grinned and then dragged his tongue between her legs. She instantly cried out and dug her nails in his scalp. He continued to lick her before swirling his tongue around her clit. Now she was the one cursing with her fingers through his hair. Marshall enjoyed it more than he imagined he would. Eating her out was a constant fantasy he had, and he was more than happy to get the chance to finally do it. Her gasps and moans were so much better and hotter in real life than in his mind. Her clit was extra sensitive this time for some reason, just the slightest touch left her trembling and begging for him. He guessed it was from their lack of activities, or because he had never really paid close attention to her sensitivity before. She was completely helpless to his tongue, and groaned when he returned inside her with two fingers. Her head felt like it was filled with air, and she was having trouble knowing exactly where she was. All she knew was Marshall made her feel so good and she never wanted to stop. Of course, when it did she was completely incapable of doing anything else. She laid there flat on her back as Marshall wiped his mouth and pressed one last kiss to her lips before laying down next to her and mumbling goodnight in her ear.

Marshall's eyes were stuck on Fionna's bare back. The moonlight from his window painted stripes on her beautiful skin, and invited him to run his fingers over her delicate back. He did so, of course, and couldn't help to feel empty despite her being right next to him. The person he was with tonight was different from the person he adored so much. It hurt him to watch her go through this and make him go through it too. He could tell this was something so much more than her not being ready to date him. He wanted her to tell him what was wrong and let him hold her when she obviously needed it. But she was a different person when she was drunk, he had witnessed it three times. He thought back to how she reacted to him not sleeping with other people, and whether it was a good or bad reaction. Interacting with her was hurting both of them, no matter what it was. No strings attached was obviously the most painful, and staying the night just made Marshall miss her so much more even though she was right next to him.

He sighed and looked back up to the ceiling when he felt the girl next to him stir and turn towards him. She nuzzled in to his neck and body and clung on to him with her leg and arm. Marshall looked down at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she snuggled up closer to him. She was almost hugging him by the way she clung to him. Her body was warm, and it became warmer once it touched his. Marshall didn't have the heart to push her away, and he loved her attention too much to decline this kind of opportunity. A few minutes passed and he heard her mumble against his neck and rub her face in to him. What she had said was indistinguishable to him, but it didn't matter because she said it clearer right afterwards.

"I love him…" she muttered and held him tighter.

"I love him a lot."