Forgotten Ventures

by Ronald reagan

If you could go back two years in your life, and you could remember everything, what would you change? When Marco Diaz wakes up in his old bedroom, with memories of events that haven't come to pass, he finds out that some things should stay the same. And that some things will change on their own. Rated M for language, violent scenes, and some spicy stuff.

32. The Date

AUTHORS NOTE

Wow, weird seeing you all up here for once! I have some notes about this chapter I'd like the mention.

Tapas is a type of restaurant serving Spanish(the country not ethnicity) cuisine with alcohol and music typically.

The desert is in Chile, south America!

I put some notes for music suggestions between scenes as a fun transition slide thing, but if music isnt your thing, or it's just not working for you, feel free to ignore it. I know it can be distracting to some readers so I apologize in advance!

And lastly! gotta warn you all. Theres some spice at the end of this chapter. sorry if that kills the uncertainty for some readers, but I gotta warn ya. When you see things taking a turn towards spice, feel free to stop reading, as the chapter ends nicely shortly thereafter. That said, enjoy the read!

After the two had emerged from the shower and had gone their separate ways to prepare, and re-prepare for their date, Star found herself in a tizzy similar to a drunken stupor at the thought of what her 'prize' had planned for her. Her day had been difficult, full of challenges, and awkward to say the least. But now she could finally relax, and enjoy some much needed personal time with Marco.

That wasn't to say that they hadn't had personal time with one another on a regular basis, but this was more romantic. More intimate. After the events of the week thus far, she could safely say it was needed. 'And that shower was well worth the wait, Macho Man," she giggled to herself. There wasnt anything, overly intimate about it, just shared water, but it was exsctly what the doctor ordered. Here was hoping the rest of the evening went just as well. Provided Marcos' parents were fine with a little date night

They had gotten home soon after Marco and Star had gotten out of the shower, thank the Gods, so they were unaware of the events that the day had brought. While Star was getting ready for a magical evening, Marco went downstairs to ask permission. They were both adults, by technicality, but it was still responsible to ask.

He rounded the bottom of the stairs, dressed in his button up red shirt, black jeans, and brown dress shoes. Even his hair was styled in just the right way. As he approached his parents, Angie noticed his change in attire first, and smiled at him, nudging Raphael.

"Mom, Dad? I wanted to ask if it was okay for-"

"Not a problem. Take pictures, sweetie!"

"And be respectful, young man. I wouldn't mind royal grandbabies, but not for a while, Mijo."

Marco stood before them, rigid as a board, speechless, and flushing like an apple at the insinuations, and the permission. "Wha- What?" Angie laughed to herself and walked over to him to straighten his collar. "Marco. It's pretty obvious what you and Star are planning on doing today. So enjoy yourselves, be back at a reasonable time, be a gentleman, and yes. No royal grandbabies just yet."

He once again was speechless, and tried to mask his crimson blush that accompanied his mole. "Can you two not! There are no royal grandbabies happening! It's just a date!" Raphael couldn't help it any longer, and howled with laughter at his son's expense. Angie smiled a knowing smile at her little man and ruffled his hair. "So were you, young man. And now look at you! Going on a date! OH, I'm so proud of you!" She hugged him tight, not allowing him to register her prior statement.

"And here's hoping you don't lose this one too, young man!" Angie exclaimed happily, patting his back. Marco stopped short for a second to respond to what she just said. "What? What do you mean?" Angie pulled back from the hug as a small, unnoticed flash of light fluttered around her eyes, and she once again ruffled his now ruined hair. "Ha! 'what do you mean?' You're adorable, Marco. I mean they don't have the best food, but the music is wonderful, so I think she'd like it. Your father takes me there all the time!"

"That's right! Oh, we used to dance there every weekend," Raphael mused. Marco just stared at them both like they were finally losing their marbles. "What are you talking about? What did you mean by 'this one'?" he asked. Angie and Raphael exchanged a puzzled look before turning back to Marco with confusion evident on their faces. "Marco," Angie began, "We didn't say that. We asked if you were planning on taking Star to Tapas Flavors. What did you think we said?"

Marco glanced back and forth between them, his eyes narrowed in suspicion, before cracking a smile, which his parents were happy to return. "Heh, nothing. I think I just misheard you or something. I guess I'm just nervous?" Angie gave him another hug, visibly delighted to see her sons relationship taking off. "You've always been the nervous one. Your father was just the same when he was young, so I dont blame you. Just remember to show her a good time, and be yourself."

Marco returned the hug before stepping back, smiling at the two who had given him so much throughout his life, and had always supported him. "I will, mom. Thank you both so much. I'm gonna go see if Star is ready, and we're gonna head out." Raphael meant to say something, but Marco continued. "And no. There's not gonna be any royal grandbabies, don't worry."

At that, he made his way upstairs, mentally preparing himself to go on the first date of his life. Or rather, his new life. Yeah, he had been on dates with Jackie before, but none of that counted here, as it had never actually happened. That wasnt to say he didn't value the time he spent with his lifelong crush, rather, that he was more happy to put his mistakes behind him, and move forward with her He was given a fresh start, and a chance to redeem himself as her friend. And as fate saw fit, he ended up unexpectedly becoming more with his best friend.

He knocked softly on Stars door, and after hearing no response, began to make his way to his room to kill time. "Come in!" She called at the last second of earshot. Marco, pleasantly surprised, turned on his heels and cracked open her door a bit. The two had now seen just about everything of each other, but modesty was always important. As he stepped in, he noticed that Star was nowhere in sight.

"Star? Are you... decent? I can come back-"

"No no, I'm good, just...was thinking. I'm over here in the bathroom touching up a bit!"

"Touching up? You mean makeup?"

There was a moment of pause before she answered as Marco began making his way towards the sound of her voice, audibly less enthusiastic than before. "Yeah, I wanted to look nice, so I figured I'd fix myself up a little. Y'know, give it the old razzle-dazzle."

Marco stepped into the bathroom and saw Star trying to place what he could imagine were synthetic lashes. However, her hair, now curled at the sides and braided into a thick, waist-length ponytail, was blocking his view. "That's weird. You don't usually wear makeup."

"Well like I said," she began, clearly getting frustrated with the lashes, "I wanted to look nice."

At this, Marco frowned. He stepped closer and put a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She had a reasonable layer of concealer on, hiding her cheek marks, as well as a messy layer of eyeshadow and, quite frankly, hastily placed streaks of eyeliner. Marco pursed his lips at her, which she returned, before he began using a nearby towel to wipe off her hard work.

"Marco! What are you-"

"Star. You are, have been, and always will be, the most beautiful girl I have ever met. You don't need makeup to look nice, and no amount of the stuff could make you look any more spectacular to me than you already are." He finished wiping away what he could, using some makeup remover to clear the rest.

Star seemed less than pleased to have her work done away with so casually, but she was beside herself at his compliments.

"Thank you, Marco. I really appreciate it."

"Also you are the worst at applying makeup."

"See, now that wasn't so nice. Toriddity is honestly waay better at this than I am."

"Well, let your boyfriend try. But you only get a little, if you still want it." Star smiled a bit and nodded, eager to lay into his technique as he had just done to hers. She put away most of her products and left out a select few for him to work with.

Marco smirked and touched up a few, much smaller pieces, using what Star had allowed. Above her eyes was a very light shade of red eyeshadow, and a visibly more consistent border of eyeliner. A few shakes of blush, and a thin layer of her favorite cherry red lipstick later, he was finished.

"One more thing. Wait here for a moment and no peaking," he ordered, immediately leaving the bathroom. Star grumbled something about peaking at what and who, when she wanted to, but it fell to silence. A few moments later, and he returned, holding his hands behind his back. "Whatchya got there, Buckeroo? You know I can just magic you up what you need, right?"

Marco grinned and stepped closer before holding out the most breathtaking flower Star had ever seen. It had six, long petals that curled at the tips, with white borders and a deep shade of red in the middle of each. At its center was an array of stamens that seemed to reach out in every direction. He placed it just behind her ear, tucking her hair along with it. "It's called a Stargazer lily. They use it in perfumes and junk. Figured it was fitting, since I'm the one Stargazing right now."

She looked at the mirror and, visibly noticing the improvement to her lighter makeup, was taken back by the breathtaking ensemble. "Marco...It's beautiful! Thank you so much!" He made to wave it off as a simple gesture, but Star wouldn't have it. She jumped up from her seat and planted a kiss on his cheek, nearly crushing him in a hug. "Don't mention it!" he managed to choke out.

Star set him down and made her way out of the bathroom with him in tote. "Now, I think an outfit just as pretty as the flower would work nicely," she suggested, waving her wand around her as it hummed with energy. In a brilliant red flash, her outfit changed to a dark black top with red trim, and a flowing white and red skirt. Marco mockingly fanned himself and pretended to swoon over her, earning a giggle and pout. "Sorry, sorry. You look amazing, Star. I honestly have no idea how I got so lucky."

"Well, you just had to leave Jackie for me, silly."

Marco caught his breath before he responded, locking eyes with her as he tried to form words. "I guess that's- wait- you- What?" He asked, clearly unable to put his thoughts into the air. Star gave him a confused look, another small wisp of light dissipating unnoticed, and stepped closer, eying him with concern. "I said you just keep being yourself. It's what I fell in love with," she began. "Marco, are you alright?"

He was now a bit uneasy, but whatever nerves were kicking in, he didn't show it. "I...yeah, I guess so. Sorry, it sounded like you said something else." Star stepped closer and grabbed his hand, running her thumb over his. "Are you sure? If you're not feeling alright we can hold off on-"

"No no! I'm okay. Like I said I just misheard you is all!" he said with a laugh. There was a certain level of confusion filling his head, but he knew there had to be some explanation for this. Star looked less convinced than his parents had been, but she ignored it for now. With a toothy grin, she pulled him closer into a hug. "Well, so long as you're alright. You ready to go?" Marco gave a nonchalant smile, but shook his head. "Not just yet. I'm gonna go fix my hair real quick, for the fourth time tonight. And change my shirt since I got some makeup on it. Wait here, okay?"

With that, he left her embrace and made his way casually to his own room. After closing the door, he began to change his shirt into a deep red flannel with crossing black streaks for the tartan. After he had finished buttoning it up, however, he stood at the center of his room and took a deep breath. 'I reeeaaally hope this works,' he thought to himself.

"Glossaryk, I need your help. Can you hear me?" he asked aloud to his empty room, careful to be just discreet enough to not be heard by Star. He waited in silence for a moment, and just as he was about to give up on the idea, a condescending voice whispered from behind.

"You know, if it were anyone else, I'd make them use the book. But regardless, here I am. What do you want?" the small blue man asked, clearly impatient from the start. Good ole Glossaryk.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want Star to know about this," Marco began, eliciting a sigh, and a softer expression from his girlfriend's teacher. "I don't keep secrets, kid. I am literally, an open book. But either way, what's wrong?"

Marco sat on his bed and took a deep breath, sure that he was going to sound crazy. "I've been hearing things, about my other timeline. Stuff about how I handled a previous relationship between my two friends. It's not the naysayer again, is it?" As he finished, he glanced at Glossaryk, who surprisingly once more took on a look of impatience. "Yeah, that's to be expected. I can practically feel the emotions in you towards that Jackie girl. But..." he leaned closer to Marco, examining him with much more enthusiasm than before.

Marco eyed Glossaryk with a look of confusion, so the mentor continued. "Look, best I can figure is that you're emotionally distressed, and a teenager. So it's to be expected that you're having some. Conflicts. But..." he leaned in again, once more eying Marco with scrutiny.

"Buuut? You keep pausing. What wrong?" Marco asked, concern written on his face. Glossaryk peered at him for a moment longer and sighed, an uncommon look of defeat, and curiosity written on his face. "There's something else there. Traces of magic I haven't seen before...or yet. It's probably nothing, but it's perplexing in a fun way."

"That doesn't really help me. I have a date with Star, and I'd rather not hear about Jackie during it. Is there something I can do?"

"Nope."

"That's unsurprising. Is there anything you can do?"

Glossaryk thought for a moment as the gem on his head began to visibly vibrate. Marco wasn't sure what was happening, but found that he had no choice but to go with it. "Mhm? Yes I know, I'm talking to him now. Alright. No, Marco, nothing I can do, but She can help a bit with the, strange traces of magic I'm getting from you. Being the goddess of the Blood Moon after all. But your problem won't go away entirely. You'll have to resolve this on your own, when you can."

Marco groaned and stood up, fixing his hair as he made his way towards the door. "Fine. I'll have to fix it after the date. Thank you both. Any advice, for later?" Glossaryk floated towards the door and tapped Marcos chest, wearing a sly smile. "Try to ignore it. You're not crazy, you just have issues. Enjoy your date, my boy, and fix your issues when you can. Okay?"

Marco actually smiled at that and nodded before fixing his new shirt. "I'll try to keep my uhh, issues, in mind. By keeping them out... of mind? Thanks. While we're gone, help yourself to the pudding in the fridge, alright?"

"And you didn't even share? How rude. Either way, have fun. She and I are always in touch if you and Star need assistance with something."

"Right, because you're always soo helpful."

"Only when I feel like it."

At that, Glossaryk disappeared with an audible *poof* as Marco stepped back into the hallway, greeted by a smiling Star. "Hey, Marco! Better?" she asked quickly, clearly not hiding her anticipation for the events to come.

"Much better, thanks. And keep in mind, I didn't forget about earlier today," he stated, eying her with apprehension. "You're still in trouble for ignoring me all day, among everything else. Star, for her nerves, only slightly withered at the statement, but nodded. She knew well that it would take more than a talk to make things right with her man. But hey. That's what the date was for. "I know. And I'm sorry about all that. I'll make it up to you, I promise," she vowed, smiling at him warmly.

She expected him to wave it off, but what surprised her was the look he was giving her: Lustful and wanting, yet somehow also vindictive. He moved closer to her and pulled her into a tight embrace, tracing his fingers up her back and between her wings. "I know you will, Stardust," he began, using his deeper voice. It riled her to no end, and he knew it. But before she could even respond to the sensation against her, he parted. Once again smiling warmly as if it hadn't happened. "Why'd you sto-"

"C' mon, I wanna get this date started already," he said, taking her hand in his and leading her down the hall. The two made their way downstairs to the living room and were greeted by Marcos parents, excited as ever for the two.

Angie and Raphael both were at a loss for words as the two date ready teens approached. Star sporting a breathtaking ensemble, and Marco looking as handsome as ever. Angie snapped a quick photo and sat down next to Raphael, both looking extremely pleased with themselves. "You two look adorable together," Angie complimented as she held her husband's hand. Marco rubbed the back of his neck and tried to ignore the embarrassing sight of his parents gushing over him and Star.

"Thanks, mom. We'll be back soon, and we both have our phones in case anything happens," Marco noted. Raphael nodded and brought his wife closer. "Mi Amor, look at these two love birds! It does bring back memories of when we were dating, yes?"

"Absolutely. You two be safe, and responsible. But most importantly, have fun!" Star smiled from heart to heart and nodded, clearly eager to finally get going. "Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz! You guys have fun too!" Star shouted as they walked out the door. Though she did her best to ignore the puppy dog eyes that her hosts were giving each other. Gross. 'I mean, when it's someone else, anyway,' she thought to herself.

The two stepped outside, eager to begin their first real date with one another. Star stood beside Marco, patiently waiting as he withdrew his scissors. "Now I know we planned on some food first, but I wanted to show you something," Marco began, taking her hands in his, both pairs enveloping the scissor handles. "You've shown me so much of your world, and a bunch of others beyond that, so it's only fair if I return the favor."

Star seemed somewhat confused, since he had done a pretty darn good job of showing her his Earth stuff, but she decided to go with it. In one motion, he cut a portal through the air that hummed with orange light, and stood back to allow her passage through. Star gave him a chuckle at how formal he was being, but stepped through nonetheless.

The first thing that hit her, was just how cold it was. It could easily have been about forty degrees out, and her skirt was doing nothing to help. The second thing she noticed, was how suddenly dark it was. There wasn't a light she could see to gauge her surroundings, besides the soft glow from the portal that revealed sand beneath her shoes.

She squinted around as Marco stepped through, quickly putting his arms around her to keep her warm. "Marco," she whispered coyly. "The whole point of showing me something, is making sure I can see it." He kissed her cheek as the portal shimmered shut, leaving them in total darkness as their eyes adjusted. "I know that, Star. Just look up and let your eyes work."

She pouted at his sudden smugness but did as she was told. Glancing up at the sky, her foggy breath was immediately taken away. Even with her eyes adjusting, she could make out billions of stars, galaxies, planets, and the arm of what Marco had called the Milk Way. It seemed to go on forever and slowly fill the inky blackness of her vision with pinpricks of light that took on every color.

She could make out distant nebulas, twinkling clusters of suns, even a few shooting stars that danced around the sky. She was speechless, but Marco woke her from her stupor with hummed, soft words. "This is what the Earth sky looks like without any light. We're at San Pedro de Atacama. In South America. The darkest place on Earth."

"Marco...it's beautiful! We don't even have skies like this on mewni! It's amazing!"

"Well, it doesn't help that you have like six moons. Ours is a new moon right now, so you can't see it."

"How did you guys get a new moon?!" Star asked bewildered. Clearly, humans had more prowess with magic than she thought, if they could just get a new moon.

"No, Star. It's still the same moon, just starting its cycle over. This way you can see the stars better."

He rested his chin on her shoulder, doing his best to keep her warm in the frigid desert air as they watched the sky dazzle before their eyes. Star marveled at the rock formations that framed the night sky, but she was largely at a loss for words. "Hey, Star?" Marco spoke suddenly, not leaving his position as a human blanket against her back. "I know this is gonna sound dumb. But, what do you like about me?"

She let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking of a response as Marco waited patiently. In truth, she knew her answer already, but after her latest blunders, she wanted to show him just what he meant to her.

"I like the things you do for me. And no, I don't mean that in a selfish way or anything, it's just something I get from my dad's side. 'Actions speak louder than words,' or something like that. But you care for me, and have my back no matter what. You help me feel better when I'm sad, and when I dont know what to do. You look out for me, and you never hesitate to risk everything for my sake, which is a blessing and a curse. The little gestures, the attention you give, the helpful advice, the understanding acceptance when I mess something up, and the way you help me fix my problems, even if it doesn't help you. In both timelines, I've never really thanked you enough, but I love what you do for me, Marco. I always have. And I hope you never stop being mine."

She didn't hear much of a response from him, so turning slightly, she tried to get a look at his reaction, be it good or bad. Though, she hadn't expected both. Marco was wearing a large wavering smile, though his eyes were wet with longing. She frowned and reached out for his face, holding his cheek gingerly. "Sorry, if that wasnt what you wanted to hear. I just-" He silenced her with a deep kiss, holding her with more affection than before. Star breathed a contented sigh and relaxed in his warm embrace.

When they finally finished their kiss, Marco once more smiled at her wistfully. "Thank you, Star. That...that was honestly exactly what I needed to hear." Star smiled at that but shivered slightly as Marco moved to sit next to her in the cold sand. It really was beautiful out here, bathed in starlight, but hell, it was cold

Luckily, however, Marco took notice of this and cut a small portal beside himself. Reaching in, he bit his lip in concentration as he rummaged about. A short moment later, he pulled a bundle of thick, quilted blankets through. Star beamed him a smile as he worked to lay out a fuzzy one to sit on, and draped the two under her favorite friendship blanket.

The two cuddled closer for warmth and enjoyed the skies above them, basking in starlight, and each others company.

"Remember that night on Fang Rock, back during our third year on Vintal?" Star asked, resting her head on his shoulder. Marco smiled at the memory and nodded. "I do. You practiced that summoning ritual for four days, just to find out you didnt need it."

"Well, it's not like they had a brochure!"

"Oh yeah, because that would have helped us put out the fires. You remember when we got lost in the Glowing Caves?"

"Don't remind me, Marco."

"You wouldn't let go of my hand for twelve hours. Well, that, and you tried to practice kissing me while I was asleep."

"I couldn't practice on someone else, silly."

"That's funny, because you kissed Obrecan during his wedding."

"Awwe, is someone still jealous?"

"I wasnt jealous."

" 'Star! What are doing?! Why aren't you kissing mah hot lips instead of his?!' "

"I dont sound like that, and I have a feeling you did it just to make me jealous."

"Eh, maybe. I almost got you in bed with me that night, so it worked pretty well. But you just had to go and get drunk for my nineteenth birthday. Ruined any chances at hankey-Pankey till we left."

"Awwwwee, is someone craving a bit of Marco?"

"...maybe. Wouldn't hurt to put out a bit, safe kid."

"Hey, after what your dad said, be lucky I even kiss you."

"Oh, C'mon! He was playing!"

"Star, he was holding a knife and he practiced stabbing motions at me. Not risking it."

"Ugh, fiiiine."

The two giggled for a moment and enjoyed the serene quiet of the desert that surrounded them. Until Star spoke, that is.

"So, does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?" she asked casually. Marco sighed and continued staring above them as he answered impatiently. "I'm still mad, Star."

"But why? I had good intentions, we talked it out, we even took a shower together! C'mon, Marco!"

"Star, seriously? I could write a book with all of the stuff you did today that would keep me upset. It's not as simple as me just 'not being mad anymore'."

Star pouted at him and crossed her arms, maintaining an impatient glare to get him to finally crack. "If we switched positions, I wouldn't hold it against you. You're just being mad at me because you can!" Marco returned her glare and sat upright, putting some distance between the two. "Star, how would you feel if I spent a whole day fighting Tom, in a delusion that you would break up with me for him, because you dated him in the other timeline?"

Star made to protest his oddly specific point, but he continued. "And the whole time, you were telling me you wouldn't leave, and that you dont want me getting hurt, but I just ignored you. And at the end of it all, I need to have it explained to me that you would never leave me for someone else, and that I should trust you."

Star let the wind die from her sails as she tried to refute his point to no avail. Marco gave her a moment to respond, but after a moment of silence, he sat back on his hands and stared up at the shimmering galaxies. "I didn't think so. Dont get me wrong: I love you. But yeah, Star. I'm still mad."

She hugged her knees to her chest and stared across the rolling mountains around them. She knew he was right, but it stunk even more that he was right, and mad. "I'm sorry, Marco," she whispered, trying to keep a straight face. "You're right. If it was the other way around, I would still be mad too. We can go home if you're not having-"

He put his arm around her and pulled her close, once more wrapping the thick, purple fuzzy blanket around them. "I never said I wasn't having fun, Stardust."

"But you said you're still-"

"I am mad. But I'm also having a blast with you, out here. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Star." She stared at him for a moment, drinking in his honest and caring expression before smiling wide and scooching herself closer. "It's okay. I'm sorry too. Thanks for taking me out here for the date, Marco."

Marco scoffed at that and looked at her as if she'd just made a joke. "This isn't the date, Star. I just wanted to hang out for a little bit before we go to the actual date. Y'know, get some alone time, like old times."

"So, where is the actual date? It cant be any more amazing than this right?"

"Well, not really. We're just going out for dinner, and then going home to stay up late watching a movie, if that's okay."

"That sounds amazing, Marco. But, while we're out here, I think I'd like a bit of an early appetizer."

Marco looked at her, bewildered, as she simply smiled coyly at him. "What the heck does that me-" Before he could finish, Star gripped his wrists and pulled him closer, pressing their lips together in a tight lock. Marco seemed shocked at first, but once he had put together what she meant, he slid his hands up her neck and cradled her cheeks, drinking in every sensation of their kiss.

Star released another contented sigh as she deepened the kiss, leaning further against him as she opened his lips with hers. Marco held her delicate hips to keep them steady as they grew more passionate with each passing second, and their lips sealed one another's love. The beauty of the starlit sky was dwarfed to either of them in comparison to the kiss they shared.

A soft cloud of hot air grew between them as they continued, showing no sign of stopping soon. Star draped her arms around his neck as she went on, enjoying his taste, and his precious warmth. Marco, however, was finding it difficult to stay upright as his lover was seemingly pressing further against him.

So with one swift motion, he fell towards the ground, turning them both to place her gently on the fuzzy blanket. With one arm around her back, and another cradling her cheek, the two continued in bliss, ignoring both the cold, and the presence of the icy blue, now crescent moon that shone softly above them.

Marco bit Stars lip and tugged on it, eying her with a daring expression before giving her another soft kiss. "So..*pant*..you seem to be *pant* enjoying this, miss Butterfly."

"I could *pant* say the same about you, Diaz. *pant* But I could take it *pant* or leave it."

"Good. *pant* Cuz I'm still mad at you, and we have a reservation to get to."

Without another word, he let go of her and sat upright, dusting off his shirt and ignoring the bewildered, and very angry Star beside him.

"Oh ho ho ho no you don't! Get back over here! We're not done yet, mister!"

"Sorry, Star, but them's the rulez."

"But- but...but-"

"C' mon, we gotta get to the restaurant before nine, or we lose our table. And I'm not losing two weeks worth of planning."

She made to protest, but before she could find another word, Marco had already dispensed of the precious blankets, and had cut a deep red portal through the air. She let her shoulders sag as her expression turned heartbroken. Marco initially pretended not to notice, but knew that while her actions weren't completely forgiven, she deserved at least a little. In addition to the lot she just received.

He stepped over to her and held up her chin, kissing her softly and massaging the part of her back just below her wings. Right where she couldn't resist. "Maybe later, we can continue the fun. But for now, we have a reservation to get to. So let's go have other fun, and we can see if you've earned more of mah hawt lips when it's over. Okay?"

Star visibly brightened up to that and gave him a crushing hug before releasing him and held his hand. "You're on, Diaz. But be warned. Next time you do that, I won't let you leave."

"Noted," he laughed with a nervous smile as they made their way to the blazing portal. "I promise I won't play dirty like that in public. Now c'mon. Let's get some food!"

After stepping out of the frigid desert, and back into the warm air of Echo Creek, the two approached a peculiar, Spanish themed building signed with a rainbow of neon lights. Even from a block away, they could see the flashing radiant letters that made of the name Tapas Flavors. Marco was well prepared for what the restaurant would hold, but Star was absolutely mesmerized by the display. Like a moth to a flame.

They walked down the block, not drawing too much attention, both keeping close to one another. "Hey," Star began, squeezing Marcos hand. "Again, I'm sorry for everything today. I really appreciate this, Marco." He smiled back at her and ran his thumb along hers. "Don't worry about it. Like I said before, we haven't really gone on a date before, so it's nice to finally have the chance."

Star giggled at that and eyed him with mock suspicion. "And just what would my dad think to see you courting the princess so openly? And publicly holding the hand of royalty? So scandalous!" Marco instinctively looked around nervously before realizing her sarcastic tone, scoffing to himself. "And just what would the Queen think of the princess giving away her body so haphazardly to a commoner? Truly a scandal in itself!"

Star pouted at him and squeezed his hand harder, trying not to smile. "You're hardly a commoner, Marco. You helped me kick Toffees butt, and you're the best fighter I know. Besides me, anyways. You're practically a knight already!"

She expected him to agree, but noticed his expression turn sour. Stopping just across the street from Tapas Flavors, she turned him to face her. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I know you had to go through some-"

"No no, Star, it's alright, not walking on eggshells or anything. I was...being a huge jerk at the time. And I didn't really deserve a title at all. A good splash of reality really helped me out."

She wasn't entirely convinced that there were no hard feelings, but she accepted that he had moved past it. Though, if she was being honest, Marco could sometimes hold a grudge for a while. "Well, even if you're not a knight, don't sell yourself short, macho man. You've proven yourself plenty since we met the first time." She punctuated that with a soft smooch on the cheek, and promptly turned to continue walking towards the restaurant. "Now let's get sum gruuuub. Mamas craving a sugarito like nobodies business!"

Upon stepping into the lobby of the neon building, the two were greeted by a slender, Hispanic man dressed in a suit standing behind a podium. He eyed them somewhat skeptically as they approached, looking around for their parents. "How's it going, my man," Marco started, casually leaning against the podium and doing his best to sound confident. "We have a reservation? Under the name Marco Diaz?"

The man seemed less than convinced, but checked the list anyway. Perhaps the boy's parents were parking their car and had sent them in to get the table ready. "Señior Diaz? I don't seem to see your name- oh, Dios mio, here you are. Well, erm, one-second sir. Allow me to check your table for you."

The host promptly walked into the seating area, and once out of earshot, Marco turned to Star and gave her a thumbs up.

"HAHAHAHAHAH! WHAT IS-"

"SHHHHHH! Star! Were in a restaurant, quite down!" Marco silently screamed, clamping a hand over Stars bellowing mouth. She struggled to silence herself and after a moment, was released.

"Did you just give me a thumbs up? Hahaha! 'Alright cobra commander, I've hacked into their brain fame!'" She mocked in a deeper, gruff voice, puffing out her chest. Marco rolled his eyes and sat down in the waiting area, prompting Star to join him. "It's 'Mainframe, Star. And hey, it's better than finger guns."

She rolled her eyes right back at him and held his hand, scooting closer. "Whatever you say, Macho Man. Please, try to keep the coolness to a minimum. I didn't bring the friendship blanket." Before Marco could retort, the host returned with a server dressed much the same, but without the jacket, and wearing an apron. "Señior Diaz, your server today will be Javier. He will show you to your table now, and I should remind you that this establishment does NOT serve alcohol to minors. Enjoy your meal."

The two followed the server deeper into the restaurant, weaving around tables of people drinking, eating, and having a good time to Hispanic music played live from somewhere else in the restaurant. Star nudged Marco as they walked, looking around offhandedly. "You wouldn't be able to tell that people have fun here by looking at the other guy. But it looks nice."

The server stopped and motioned at the small booth against the wall beside him, placing down two menus across from each other, and stepping back. Once the two were seated, he gestured to himself, smiling wide. "Buenas noches mis amigos. ¡Mi nombre es Javier, y hoy seré su servidor!"

Star suddenly looked up at the man, completely perplexed. It was like this dude was speaking a different language or something. She tossed a glance at Marco, but found him completely unphased. He turned to the server and spoke with an apologetic smile.

"Hola Javier! Mi amigo aquí no habla español. ¿Sabes Inglés?" Javier suddenly looked to Star and returned Marcos apologetic smile. "Of course, sir. Sorry, I thought that...nevermind. Can I get you both something to drink?"

Star looked at Marco, still somewhat confused and shrugged. Marco gave her another 'cool guy' thumbs up and a wink before turning back to Javier. 'Oh boy, let's see what he's got planned,' she thought to herself.

"Just two sodas, please." Star deflated somewhat, expecting an exchange with more grandeur between the two, but decided it best to just roll with it. Javier nodded and left the two to choose their meals, as Star slowly looked up from her menu to Marco.

"Hey, was that like, someone in your family?"

"What? Why would you think that?"

"Well he talks like your parents do sometimes, so I just figured he was related to them."

"Star, have I seriously never explained what Spanish is to you?"

"Spanish?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and looking at him quizzically. Marco sighed and rubbed his neck, thinking of how to approach this. "Okay so, you know how you and I speak English, even though some other species speak different languages?" he asked, somewhat mockingly. She clearly had to know what language was.

She nodded. So far so good. 'Why am I explaining languages to herhe thought to himself. "Well, Humans have hundreds of languages. Used all over the world. Spanish is one of the big ones. After Mandarin, English, and Hindi," he noted, hoping she was following.

"So you and your parents speak a different language? That's so cool!" She remarked. Marco gave her a look of disbelief, letting his hands fall to his lap. "It's pretty normal around the world, actually. Doesn't mewni have a bunch of languages?"

Star shook her head and continued looking through the menu, finally speaking after she had found what she was looking for. "We have a few, but pretty much everyone either speaks ancient mewni, 'English', demon, or pigeon."

Marco set down his menu and leaned closer, smiling at her with much the same enthusiasm as she had displayed. "Do you know other languages? Could you teach me Ancient Mewni?"

"Jeg tror ikke du kan lære det, kompis," she stated apologetically. Marco pursed his lips and put his hands together as if to negotiate. "Is that...a yes?" he asked. Star shook her head and smiled, leaning forward to ruffle his hair. "I don't think you could learn it, buddy. It doesn't follow English rules, or really any rules."

Marco looked at her skeptically before pulling out his phone. A few taps later, he held it out to her and gestured to it. "Say something in Mewni."

"Uh... Håret ditt ser søtt ut når det er rotete?"

"Your hair looks cute when it's messy," the phone returned. Stars mouth dropped open and she swiped the phone from him, eying it with suspicion. "How does your phone know mewni? That doesn't even make any sense!"

Marco took the phone back and looked at the screen before smiling at Star skeptically. "Apparently 'Ancient Mewni' is just Norwegian. Bummer. But now we can go to Norway and you'll fit right in!" He punctuated this by holding his phone out to her again. "I wonder if Mewmans are just Vikings who got lost or something. Would definitely explain a few things." She glared at him and spat another phrase towards his phone.

"Norge kan bli kvikk seg selv. Du ødela bare mitt eget språk for meg."

"Expletive filter active. Cannot apply translation in safe mode."

Marco raised an eyebrow at Star, who simply stuck out her tongue at him. "I'll uh, take that as a 'neat'." Conveniently, Javier returned with two glasses of dark bubbly liquid, and proceeded to smile cordially at them. "Are you ready to order?" he asked in much the same manner.

Star gave Marco a flagrant glare before directing her attention back to Javier. "Absolutely. My boyfriend will order for us. In Spanish." 'And maybe I can rag on him for a change.' She added mentally.

"Alrighty. What can I get you guys?"

Marco pursed his lips at Star and gave her a silent, betrayed look before turning to Javier. "She will have a burrito, but made with-"

"Hrgh-aham," Star cleared her throat, staring at the boy across from her. If she was going to get food, the condition would need to be met. Spanish, or no happy Star.

"Ugh," Marco groaned. "Ella tendrá un Burrito hecho con una taza de azúcar, y yo tendré los tamales de pollo. Ah, y los nachos, por favor."

Star, despite her failed attempts at acting stoic, couldn't help but be fascinated by the articulate and smooth words she couldn't understand. Javier, however, nodded and took their menus. "I'll bring it out as soon as it's ready. Also, we're having a contest tonight, with the prize being a hundred dollar gift card and free meals for a month."

Marco expressed immediate interest as he prompted for further information, mirrored similarly by his date. "I could go for some free food. What's the contest?" Javier handed the two a small flyer and smiled, pointing to the information section. "In half an hour, there will be a dance-off between all present patrons. Best dancer, or dancers, win. Would you like to participate?"

Star was already prepared to sign the form, but Marco caught her completely off guard by dismissing the proposal. "Sorry, we're just here for dinner. Thanks for the offer though!" Javier nodded and turned back to Marco, a sudden gleam in his eyes that wasn't there before. And...was it green?

"I have to add, sir, you seem to be giving this one more attention than Jackie. I guess you finally learned how to treat a girl? Too bad its a bit late for the other one, but I'm sure you can bed this one."

Marco slammed his fists down on the table, nearly spilling the drinks as both Star and Javier flinched back. He grit his teeth, jumping up from the table, but before he could land a right hook, and send the server across the aisle, a strong hand grabbed his arm. He stared at Javier and watched the color of his eyes shift from green to brown before turning sharply to face Star who, despite wearing a shocked expression, spoke calmly to Javier.

"Marco, don't worry. Sorry, Javier, there was just a mistranslation," she pointed out, slowly forcing Marco to his seat. "Marco, he said thank you for coming and the food will be out shortly. It's okay."

Marco let his anger deflate as he plopped back into his seat, holding his head in embarrassment. "Sorry. I uh, didn't think." Javier glanced between them, trading a look with Star, before nodding and departing to the kitchen. Once she was sure nobody was in earshot, she got up and sat down beside Marco. "Hey, spill the beans, boo. What's going on with you? I've never seen you so mad over nothing."

Marco shook his head and leaned back, sighing in defeat. "Star, I just...wanna have a nice date. Can we pretend that didn't happen?" She shook her head and scooched closer. "I do too, but somethings wrong, and I want you to tell me."

Marco sighed, defeated. Star was persistent on any given day, but he knew that when it came to him, she could be especially persistent. "Did you notice anything weird about him? When he said that?" he asked calmly, trying not to make a huge deal out of his altercation. Star thought for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, his eyes looked kinda funny, but that's about it. Maybe he's tired?" Marco shook his head, listing things off on his fingers. "They were changing colors, there was a little flash of green light, and...I heard him say something different."

"His eyes changed color with a flash? What did you think he said?" Star asked, now getting a bit worried.

"I..I dont wanna repeat it, Star."

"Well, maybe it could help us figure out what's wrong with you. Just tell me."

Marco chewed on the inside of his lip and held his breath for a moment, not fully sure he wanted to repeat it. But he released it, trusting that Star was the best person to help in this situation, since Glossaryk was a bust. "Star, look, when I first came to Mewni, I wasn't really myself. I had just broken up with Jackie, and I figured I could just walk right back into your life, as nothing had changed. But they had. When I went back to Earth, I treated my friends and family like garbage. Like I was royalty and they were just regular humans. I treated Jackie the same way. I put her off, I made everything about me, I treated her like reliving my adventures was more important than her. She dumped me a couple of weeks after I got back, because she figured what I needed was Mewni. Not Earth. After that, she and I never spoke again until I came back here."

Star listened intently as she was never brought up to speed on why Marco and Jackie had broken up, just that they had. She honestly felt somewhat bad for Jackie, and a little more justified in giving Marco a slice of reality. She nodded, holding his hand gingerly as he then continued to describe what he thought Javier said.

"He said that I'm treating you better than I treated Jackie, and that I finally learned how to treat a girl. But it's too late for the other one."

Star was surprised, to say the least, that Jackie was coming up in the imaginary conversation, but she steeled her nerves to try and help. "Okay, so, you're hearing voices, and-" Marco held up his hand with a nervous look. "Theres more. Earlier, the same thing happened with you. You said for me to deserve you, I just had to abandon Jackie. And my parents said they hope I don't lose you too, like I did with her."

Star seemed visibly perplexed by this, but suggested their best option for unknown occurrences. "We could ask Glossaryk real quick; he's usually pretty helpful with stuff like this."

"Already asked him, when I was 'fixing my hair'. He says it's magic, and he doesn't know from where. It seems like corrupted magic, but he would be able to recognize that, right?"

"Look at you, lyin'. Anyways, so we know its magic, theres green light, and it's stuff from your other timeline." Star held her chin for a moment before her eyes grew wide and a successful smirk spread across her face. "It's gotta be Vartek, right? He's the only one I know, besides your Ludo when he got my wand, that uses green magic, that looks like corruption but isn't. But why is it only affecting you?"

Marco thought about that for a moment, but turned sharply to face her, a look of surprising realization on his face. "What if it's not though?" he asked quietly, causing Star to purse her lips at him. "Um, no offense, Marco, but I'm pretty sure I'd notice people saying stuff about Jackie to me with green eyes."

Marco waved his hands at her in an attempt to dispel the idea. "No no no, think about it. We just went through almost a week of awkwardness and weird stuff happening between us. What started it?"

Star looked around nervously, unsure of what he was getting at. "Well, we had a sleepover, and things were pretty weird after that." Marco nodded and looked around, ensuring they were still speaking privately. "And why, did we have the sleepover."

With a wide-eyed look of sudden realization, Star nearly jumped out of her seat. "The nightmare!" she yelled, eliciting Marcos best impersonation of a librarian to date. She remembered the weird flash of green light that followed her down the scary hallway, and the creepy voice telling her that Marco wasn't the one who needed saving. Marco smiled defiantly and nodded. "So either Vartek or Ludo...or Toffee...is behind this. But why bother with weird magic like this? Toffee almost killed me on Vintal and he wasn't even trying."

"Maybe they dont want us together," Star muttered in a voice so low, Marco almost didn't hear it. He stared ahead, nodding glumly to himself at the fact that Star was absolutely right. On their own, they could be overpowered. Marco at st Olga's, Star versus Machinor, Marco against Vartek, and against Star. But together, they couldn't be beaten.

"So what do we do?" Star asked, shaking Marco from his sentiment. He maintained his glum look and leaned back, surprised to still be holding Stars hand. "I don't know how to fight him off through this, but I know for sure that we can't let him drive us apart."

"Agreed. Can't let some depressed old dude ruin mah fun with Marco," Star added objectively. She wiggled her eyebrows at her boyfriend, who did his best to not laugh. "Okay okay, so we find a way to break this weird spell, and-" Star booped his nose and took a swig of soda, giving him an instigating look. "What?" he asked.

The music in the restaurant continued to play through all of this, though now Marco could actually hear it. Some lively tune with a steel guitar and some drums. Marco looked back to Star, who continued her look. "Marco, before we worry about breaking the spell, I want to help you, like you helped me. I can tell by what the spell is doing to you that you still regret what you did in your other timeline. So, how about this weekend you go grab lunch with Jackie and talk about things. You kinda owe it to her at this point."

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"Are you gonna be mad about that for the rest of our lives?"

"It's been a day, so gimme some time and I'll get back to you."

Star stuck out her tongue as she squeezed Marcos hand, intent on winning him over before the date ended. Before she could reciprocate the sass, however, Javier walked up to the table and set down three plates. One had a burrito that was...dusted? Another had a small stack of tamales and veggies, and the last was packed with cheesy nachos. "Alright, you two, if theres anything else you need, just wave me down or I'll stop by. Enjoy!"

Before Javier could depart, Marco spoke up, having already inhaled a tamale and beginning to unwrap the next. "Hey, Javier. Before you go, could you tell us more about the dance-off?" Star looked up with a mouth full of sugarito and smiled wide with bulging cheeks. "Rughlly?!" she exclaimed, eyes full of excitement. Marco smiled back at her, happy to see the mood liven up again. "Well, yeah! I'm not gonna let some weird junk going on get to me tonight. We can worry about it later. For now, tonights about us. Javier?"

"Ah, sí señor. I see that your lady friend has raised your interest? Well, in a few minutes we will begin calling up contestant from each table to participate. After it's over, our manager will choose the best to receive the grand- erm, only, prize. If you would like to join, just sign this form here and we will call you up when it's your turn."

Javier produced a small form with several couples signatures and names, and handed them both a pen. Star eagerly scribbled down her name, followed soon after by Marco. With both entries down, Javier smiled and thanked the two for their submission, leaving them be to begin the contest. "Marcoooo!" Star began, now fully articulate without the sugarito in the way. "We're gonna dance again!!! What should we dance to?! How do you wanna do this?"

"Easy girl, calm down, let's think smart here. We need to crush the competition, and more importantly, have fun. So, I have the perfect song in mind for both. But in terms of how we should dance, you're the expert on style."

"Hmmm. I'm thinking we start off with a bit of smooth court, take off into the grand exchange, lay into some spiral decay, go for some travelers anguish, and finish off with raging inferno. Sound good?"

"Sounds awesome, except for raging inferno. We don't wanna scare people. Let's just go for silent passion to end on a soft note. Could help us with style points."

"Blah. Booooring. But alright, we can use silent passion as the end note." She took another bite of her sugarito and smiled at Marco, who was now halfway done with his tamales. Though, he had a slightly somber expression growing. He set down one of the tamales and kissed Stars cheek, largely out of nowhere. "Star, I'm sorry all of this Jackie stuff keeps coming up. I'm trying to give you a good date, but I keep coming back to it and not focusing on what's in front of me. Like I didn't really learn anything from what happened.

He stared at his food, and felt a soft hand wrap itself around his. Looking up, he saw Star smiling wide at him with an apparent 'really?' expression. " Marco, you don't give yourself enough credit, you know that? This is the best date I've ever been on. And yeah, things got kinda weird, but you trust me enough to help, and to open up about it. I appreciate it, and the amazing time you're showing me. So don't worry about it."

She planted a soft kiss on his cheek and took another bite of her sugarito. "Beshides. Daysh not ovuh yet, buthter." Marco smiled warmly at her, taking in how sincere she was being, and how happy she seemed. "Thanks, Star. I'm glad you're having a good time. 'If only I could repay you!'" he added, waving a hand above his forehead in a mock damsel way.

'Oh, you will,' Star though quietly to herself before taking another bite. She loved the dork, but he was gonna make up for the teasing later.

"First up for the dance-off, Marcia and Stephón Joya!" (Play song: 'Bem, Bem, Maria' for authentic reading :3)

"Hey, Marco?" Star began, setting her food down and leaning closer to her boyfriend. "You got to ask earlier, and you kinda got me thinking. What do you like about me?"

Marco finished his last tamale and wiped his face, thinking for a moment. Much like Star, he knew his answer, as it was one of the first things he told her when he got sent back in time, but had to think of how to word it.

"Well," he began, now smiling at her, and holding her hand gently. "It's kinda like your answer. I like what you do for me. When we first met, I was just some kid too afraid to take risks, and too afraid to live my life. I never knew what I could be. Then you happened. You made me something more. You showed me worlds I never knew could exist, you face the world with enthusiasm and fun, no matter what happens, and take me along with you. You help me when I need it, and you give me strength I never knew. You're always there for me. And I can't tell you how much you mean to me, Star. I love you."

He kissed Stars nose, not wanting to burn her lips with the spicy food he had been eating, and smiled at her. She returned the same lovestruck look and hugged him with gusto. "Way to get all sappy on me, Diaz. But I love you too."

"Good. That means I don't have to return the matching sombreros." As he finished saying that, Javier glided by and plopped two wide sombreros on their heads, surprising Star to no end. "What?! How did- He just- When did you even-"

"Different kinda magic, Star. You should know that planning, is my thing. I mean, the culture is totally wrong, but given the area, they just roll with it." Star took off his hat and kissed him hard, cupping his cheek before pulling back and tossing the hat onto his head. "Alright alright, wise guy. Bet you still can't guess what I'm thinking."

"You're thinking 'wow my lips hurt'," Marco said with a deadpan expression. Star gave him a confused look, touching her lips with her fingers before realizing they were getting hotter, and tingling! "What is- Owwwww why do my lips huurt?" She took a sip of soda and tried wiping whatever potion was on her lips off, to little help. Marco just smiled and held up her burrito. "Take a bite of this. Sugar helps, actually."

Star took a greedy bite of the sugarito, quickly calming the searing pain on her lips. She glared at Marco, sticking her tongue out at him again for his smug nature. "Okay, wiser guy. Very funny."

"Up next, we have Peter Capaldi and Samantha Bruse! (switch 'Baila me' for the next dance. Gonna need a doctor after this...)

"Well, I dunno Star, him and I kinda hit it off through you I guess, but we found out we had a lot in common. This time, I went to his palace, apologized for the dance- both of them -and I told him how things went last time."

"You told Tom we dated in another timeline and he didn't blow up?"

Marco shrugged and smiled at Star, somewhat enjoying the change of position on Tom since the Blood moon ball. "Give the guy some credit, Star. He seems really happy with Torridity. He understood, he was a bit sad, then he was cool with it. He wanted to be alone for a while, but told me he'd be at the sleepover. I was hoping you'd be a bit more welcoming, but I don't blame you. The guy tried to brainwash you, after all."

"Uhum, yeah, buuuut I guess he's cool now. I'm happy for the dumb hothead." Star took a sip of soda and smiled as the lively music played. It was live, so it was more fun like she liked, even if it was in another language.

"My turn. So where did Glossaryk come from?"

Star shrugged at Marco this time, not at all sure of where her mentor had coalesced from. "I got nuthin, man. He's been around since before time. Before space. Before dimensions. Or at least that's what he says. I dunno tho. He also says he gave the first mewman settlers the wand, which is crazy."

"I mean, he could have though, right? Like, the guy died and came back to life. He's also like, dating a god, right?"

"Eh. She's dating him. Don't give him a big head. Anyways, my turn." Star tapped the table a few times before popping up. "Oh! I got it! If you could have any superpower, what would it be?"

"Star, you literally have the most powerful magical artifact in existence, and I can go toe to toe with you for a few minutes. I dont think that's a fair question for either of us."

"Yeeeaaah. Didn't really think that one out. Hmmm. How about.."

"Hey, it's my turn! You already asked!"

"Well, you didn't give me an answer! So It's still my turn! And my turn is...what would you change about me if you had the chance?"

Marco gave Star a confused look, mentally going over the occurrence where she was afraid of being queen after a talk with Mr. Candle. "I would change your eyes."

"What."

"You know, your eyes."

"What's...wrong with my eyes?"

"Nothing. I'd make them super big so you could see how dumb that question was. I wouldn't change a thing about you, Stardust.

" Give it up for our next dancers, Alex Sugar, and Rebecca Hirsch!" (switch over to Djobi Djoba if ya want. If not, just ignore me!)

Star slammed her hands down on the table, trying to suppress a laugh. "Well, how was I supposed to know?! There were only so many cows out there!"

Marco laughed so hard, his sides hurt. Wiping a tear away, he leaned back and chuckled to himself for a moment. "Star! Those weren't even cows! They were old people trying to pick flowers in cow costumes!"

"Ugh! Whatever! That dimension was dumb! I wouldn't have even bothered trying to corral them if I'da known!"

Giving Star a soft kiss on the forehead, Marco hugged her tight and smiled wide. "You. Are. Amazing. You know that?"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. You should keep telling me till I get the picture."

The two sat in silence for a moment, Star absentmindedly staring at Marcos' lips. "Ya know, you could let me know how amazing I am with some more kisses. Just sayin."

Marco smirked and leaned back, enjoying the lively music and the good food in his belly. "I could, but you're still in trouble for your stunt today."

Star stared at him for a moment, taking in that he was bringing it up again, and gave him a hard glare. "Marco come oooon. Are you really that mad at me? You bring it up like every five minutes."

He shrugged at her and gave her a quick peck on the lips, startling her ever so slightly with contented romance. "Nah, I'm not really all that mad anymore, I just want to show you how frustrating it is when your partner won't treat you like a person they love. Sucks, don't it?"

Star pouted, putting in her best puppy dog face, hoping to finally break him in light of the uplifting news that he wasn't actually mad at her. "But I said I was sorryyyy."

"Yeah, I know. But I wanna make sure you mean it." He punctuated this by booping her nose with his, and holding her hand. "Besides, 'the dates not over yet', Butterbutt."

"Ya know, you keep saying that, I just might believe you, marco."

He tipper her sombrero down and laughed with her, lost in the shared moment of bliss. Things were going well, better than his...other relationships. With Star, he felt at home. Things felt right. Like they were destined to. Every time she laughed with him, every kiss they shared, even seeing her combat spicy foods, it sent shivers down his spine.

She was perfect. And breathtaking in every way. The date was going better than he had imagined it going, and they still had movie night to look forward to.

Star felt much the same way. She never felt so happy on a date before. Granted, her experience was pretty limited, but she was sure this was how a perfect date was supposed to look. Marco was so full of confidence and life. They joked, they laughed, they ahem, made out a couple of times. He even smelled perfect.

She looked at him with a wide smile of lovestruck contentedness, absolutely certain that she loved this boy with every bit of her heart. They were perfect together. From the strong, built-like-a-warnicorn man from Vintal, to the suave, confident prince on Mewni, he was everything she could ever want.

The two stared into each other's eyes for a moment longer, relishing in the bliss of each others company. "Star," Marco began, leaning closer. "I love you."

Just hearing those words gave Star goosebumps every time she heard them. "I love you too, Marco." She leaned closer and kissed his cheek, bringing him into a tight hug. "And thank you for tonight. I'm having an amazing time."

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Last pair of the evening, Star butterfly and Marco Diaz!"

The two shared a quick nod before getting up from their table and weaving their way through others towards the large wooden dancefloor. Once they arrived, they found a sizeable crowd of people standing around, and a rather breathless couple exiting. The four exchanged thumbs up and as Star and Marco took their places at either side of the floor, the music began. (Begin playing 'Bamboleo' for immersive experience)

Giving each other a smile, they stepped closer towards the center, taking careful and coordinated steps that went in time with the music. Star shook her hips as the guitar strummed a quick rhythm, while Marco matched her movements. She smiled at him, noticing his demeanor shifting, and his shoulders relaxing as he stepped.

Once they met at the center, they both held out one hand to hold their partners as they circled one another slowly, looking deep into each other's eyes. Marco could see the excitement in Stars, rivaled only by his own, making his chest feel hot. As the singer began, Marco took hold of his dance partner, maneuvering the two in rapid steps as the beat kicked up faster, drawing them around the floor in a wide arc. Marco spun Star around, her skirt blooming like a flower in the sun as she turned quickly to face him again. She was beaming him a smile, which he was happy to return. They were having fun, doing one of the many things made only better when done together.

The two stepped back towards the center, Marco leading Star around him as their steps quickened and their bodies drew closer, sharing the heat and the fluid steps of each dancer. There were a couple of near missteps, but Marco tightened his hold on her waist to reassure her, and to steady himself. Once in the middle, they parted ways and each kept with the rhythm, continuously maintaining eye contact and both matching steps. As the drums picked up, Marco stepped quickly towards Star, letting his hips sway as he walked in time with the beat. Once he had reached her, she placed her hands against his chest and pushed him back, twirling around him seductively as his eyes never left her. She was truly breathtaking, and the way she moved around him was so- 'Hey, focus on the dance Marco. You got this.'

Marco stepped back and spread his arms wide, signaling for Star to take off into a dead sprint for him. Everyone who wasnt singing along gasped collectively and watched with excitement as Marco reached out, taking Stars hands and spinning her around him, allowing her to wrap around his body before dipping her low to the ground. Deep brown eyes met crystal blue ones, their faces inches apart. "Not while you're in trouble, miss," he whispered to her.

"I know you're messing with me, but I'd like to see you stop me, Diaz."

She reached up and placed a soft kiss against his lips, drowning in the heat shared between their bodies and feeling him tighten his grip on her ever slightly. "I adore you, Star Butterfly," he whispered to her.

Before she could respond, he brought her back up sharply and sent her twirling to the center of the floor, as he maneuvered in a wide arc around the middle, shifting and stepping with the tempo. Star continued her spin before kicking a heel into the air and running back towards her dance partner. When she reached him, Marco grabbed her hands and flipped her over his head, swinging her beside himself and dropping her into another dip. They both flushed, not due to the physical demand of their dance, but because of the intimacy, they shared so deeply when they did so.

The audience cheered at the display, clearly hungry for more, but the two performers weren't done yet. As she swung, Star dipped lower as Marco spun on his heels, swinging her around himself until she was practically on the ground. Star kicked up her feet and swung high before swinging back and forth to his other side. Marco smiled as she was launched up, and caught her, with some difficulty, facing one another.

"Gotta stop meeting like this, Star."

"You know you love it, Diaz."

He set her down gently, placing one hand in her hip and holding her right hand with the other, as the two began dancing another wide arc. The singer continued, keeping pace with the steel guitar as the drums reminded everyone of the tempo. The audience was floored at this point, but they had one more move to perform. Star smiled at her man and took in every detail of his movements under the dance floor lights. Marco was much the same, drinking in the sight of her smile, her sapphire blue eyes, and the way she moved with the rhythm.

As the music roared on, they separated one last time, each stepping with life towards either end of the floor. A small amount of blue light began to glow around their eyes, but each of them quelled their powerful emotions to keep the dance fair. Marco smiled wide and held out his hands, prompting Star to take off once more towards her dance partner.

As she neared him, she slid to the ground, sliding between his legs and grabbing his hands at the last second. With a huff, he swung her back up and the two met eyes once more, before Marco took a knee. Star stepped up onto it and in one fluid motion, flipped back through the air, letting her hair and skirt flow in the air. She hit the ground and charged at Marco again, and this time, when she reached him, he put both hands under her heel and vaulted her high into the air.

She spun back around to face him and like clockwork, was swung down by his side and brought back up. As the song hit its climax, Marco dipped Star so low she could almost feel the ground, the two kissing deeply as the crowd roared with excitement. To the fiery pair, however, the only thing in their world was one another. Though they were both short of breath, their kiss was made no less special, bathed in the dancefloor lights. As they separated, Marco took Stars hand in his and leaned down further to her, and spoke quietly.

"Y'know, punishing you for today isn't fun when you keep reminding me of all the reasons I love you."

"Yeah? Well, you can punish me later if you want. But for now, lemme enjoy you, dork."

"Deal, Butterbutt."

A short moment later, they were on their feet again, taking a respective bow for the now ecstatic group of people watching. Marco waved to some cheering patrons, feeling better than he did at the kingdom of corn dinner. Star, however, was completely captivated by him. Every time they danced with each other, it was like falling in love all over again, and there was nothing that could replace that feeling.

As everyone returned to their seats, the announcer thanked everyone for their participation and stated that they would be naming winners shortly. Star nodded her head towards their own table, and the two promptly took their respective seats beside each other.

"How do you think we did?" she asked expectantly. She knew they did damn good, but hearing Marco say it meant more.

He thought for a moment and answered with a wide smile on his face. "Well, it was no corn dinner dance, but good. I bet we have that win in the bag."

"Yeeaaah, we don't wanna flash fire magic around here willy nilly. And hey, even if we don't win, at least we have a consolation prize." She gave Marco a coy smile, which rose his blush that much more, but he steeled his nerves. Star was an opponent you didn't take lightly on the battlefield. She was ruthless, cunning, could get under your skin, and so beautiful you'd regret wanting to win at all. If he was going to beat her at this mental game... of...the mind; then he would have to fight dirty too.

"Not gonna say anything?" She asked, seemingly making her smile even coyer. Marco took a sip from his drink and shook his head. "Nope." That one caught her off guard, and she gave him a blank look. "Very well, Diaz. We shall continue this at a later time."

He narrowed his eyes at her, a look she returned with wrath, as the two were locked in a silent promise for the others defeat. It didn't last long, however, as the two immediately broke out into hysterics. Marco wiped an imaginary tear from his eye and tried to stifle his laughter, looking at Star with admiration.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Its time to announce this month's big winners!"

Marco and Star wrapped their arms around one another in anticipation, both silently bouncing in their booth. "This is it!" Star beamed. "Moment of truth!"

"Alex Sugar and Rebecca Hirsh! Come on up and collect your prizes!"

The restaurant gave out hearty applause and cheers for the two victors. A younger man and woman got up from their table and stepped towards the small stage. Star sighed and let go if her dance partner, resting her head on his shoulder. Marco patted her head and smiled. "Dang. I thought for sure we woulda won," he said softly. "Ah well. Not like free food would have done us much anyways."

"Why not?" Star asked him, wearing a rather inquisitive face.

"Mi Sobrino! Good to see you, my boy! What a dance that was!" A deep, heavy voice shouted from a few tables down. A larger, very Hispanic man in a white suit approached the two, plucked Marco from his seat, and proceeded to nearly crush him in a hug rivaling Stars.

"Marco! Are you okay?! Put him down!" she yelled, aiming her wand at the burly man. He gave Star a confused look and dropped Marco back onto his feet, dusting him off. "Marco, perhaps you should introduce me to your lady friend."

"Oh! Right sorry. Star, this is my uncle, Hector Ronaldo Diaz. He owns the place."

Star gave the heavyset man a confused look before dashing forward and crushing him like a grape in a hug. "Oh my gosh sorry! I didn't know you were Marcos family!"

"Nah, do not fret young lady! There isn't much resemblance, I know. This boy is so skinny, when he turns sideways, he casts no shadow!"

The two roared in laughter, continuing to rag on Marco, who stared at them both with annoyance written on his face. "Aha ha ha. Super funny Uncle Hector. Glad you liked the dance, though. This is Star Butterfly, a magical princess from another dimension."

"A magic princess? Marco, your parents would be furious to know you're doing drugs!"

Marco facepalmed at this before looking to Star and shrugging. She nodded and created a small ball of light which hovered before Hector's face. "See? Magic! And totally a real princess!"

Hectors face went slightly pale, before breaking into a huge grin. He grabbed both kids and wrapped them in a bone-crushing hug, bellowing in laughter. "That is truly amazing! Raphael told me about your exchange student, but I figured he was using metaphors!"

He set them down, allowing them to catch their breath, and continued. "Well, it is very nice to meet you, Star Butterfly. And Marco! Why is it you have to have a date to finally come to my restaurant! You know your parents come all the time! You could have come once in a while!"

"Well, it's not really my thing. You know how...they get, when they're on a date. And coming alone is awkward."

"Well, I agree with you on that, I suppose. But don't shy away from coming back some time. I must go now, but your meal is on the house, and again, I loved your dance. Enjoy your evening!"

With that, Hector made his way towards the kitchen, leaving the two in a stunned state of delirium. Star shook her head, smiling at the space the man had just occupied. "Your family is so cool, Marco."

"Well, glad someone thinks so. You wanna head out now? We still have movie night, you know."

"Yeah, I'm game. Sucks that we didn't win, but it's still super cool that we got to dance," she said, a smile brimming on her face. "And thanks for showing me a good time, Marco."

Marco set a few bills on the table as a tip before collecting their things. He handed Star her purse and took her hand as the two made their way to the exit. "It's my pleasure, Star. You're always the most exciting person to be around, you know. Plus, I had fun too."

She kissed his cheek and once they had reached the now cooled night air, Marco cut a scarlet portal that shimmered against the pavement. He bowed cordially and gestured for Star to enter first, earning him another kiss to the nose. "Why thank you, prince Marco, of Earth, truly you know how to treat a lady," she said, grinning in a bow of her own, just inches from his face. Blushing, he rolled his eyes and followed her through the portal.

Stars bedroom was dark, save for the soft glow of moonlight coming from the window, and now illuminated by a red portal at its center. As the two stepped through, the room suddenly illuminated on its own at the presence of its owner. Star flopped belly down onto the couch and groaned aloud. "Marcoooo, mah shoooeees!"

"Really."

"Yes really! Be a good boyfriend and come take off my shoes! We're back home so you can drop the formal act, buckeroo."

"I wasn't acting formal, that's just how I am," he stated dryly, realizing the irony in his formal denial of being formal. "Either way, I'm not taking off your shoes for you."

"Warnicorn dung, Marco. You know you're just as goofy as me. Now take off your metaphorical shoes, and come take off my shoes!"

"Over my dead body!"

Star sat upright on the couch, staring at him coldly. How dare he challenge her so openly. "So, it's come to this? My own boyfriend, betraying me? I would have thought you'd be smarter than that, Diaz."

Marco returned her cold glare, lowering his stance and reaching for the blades in his pocket. "Bold words from the girl still wearing shoes. If you think I'll submit to your tyrannical rule, you've got another thing coming."

Star forced down a giggle and deepened her glare at him. "So, we are doing this then? Good. It has been far too long," she muttered, a light blush forming, completely opposite to her dark expression. "Though I'm surprised at your strategy, my valiant opponent. For the guy trying really hard to get me to submit to him tonight, you have a funny way of pleasing your princess."

Marco gave that a second of cold thought before arming himself with the now extended scissor blades, crouching low and maintaining a stare at his best friend. He fought off the blush at her words, knowing that if he gave his opponent an inch, she'd take a mile. "You think I care for the trivial needs of my princess? Very well. I will bend to that one expectation, should you beat me...in combat!"

In a flash, he had cut a portal beside himself, diving into it to avoid a sudden wave of purple snares, aimed at the spot he had just been standing. Star righted herself and looked around, being as careful as possible. Marco was a dead man if he thought he wasn't taking off her shoes!

She heard a shimmering rip behind her and whirled around to face it, but saw nothing. Again, she heard another portal being opened behind her, only to find no such thing. Agitated now, she charged magic in her hands, ready for the moment her prince dared to strike. He was a fool to challenge her, and a greater fool to think he wasnt going to cater to her every whim!

This time, when a portal sounded behind her, she blasted a stream of charged bubbles at the noise, but still was met with nothing. She was about to goad him on for his cowardice, when Marco came diving out from behind her bed, tackling her to the ground. Star had brute strength on her side, but even she wouldn't dare oppose the blade pointed right for her throat.

"You may see my tactic as foolish, but your rage has consumed you, princess. Feel free to remove your own shoes now, because I've won this battle."

He expected Star to be annoyed at this point of their actions, but he suddenly noticed her look of complete confidence. She smirked at him and spoke with chilling surety that he wasn't close to prepared for. "Bold words, Diaz, thinking that you've won already. But you forget that you're fighting the magic princess from another dimension. And you will obey my orders!"

He wanted to refute that. To remind her of her position in this. Pinned to the ground and subjugated to his victory. But he was taken off guard by a tendril of pink magic that had snaked its way around his waist and was wriggling its way up his chest. He looked down at her with anger written on his face, and spoke coldly. "Your tricks outclass even my own. It infuriates me, but i suppose I must concede in taking off your shoes for you."

Star bit her lip and smiled at him coyly, now dropping the act and eying him with lidded eyes. "Not so fast, Diaz. I feel like I'm owed, something more now. For my troubles."

The tendril of pink magic wrapped lower, in a subtle attempt at lifting up the male warrior's shirt. But Marcos blades were quick as lightning to slice through the whisp and return to their original size. "Not so fast, you. It's movie night. And cheap tricks won't earn you more of me!"

Marco leaned down and gave Star a light kiss on the lips, which she prayed would deepen, to no avail. After the kiss, he stepped off and gently removed her shoes, placing them next to his by the bed. Star pouted at him despite his actions, or rather the lack of specific actions, but nonetheless agreed. After being helped up, the two sat down in front of a T.V. she had magicked up, ready to pick a movie.

"Okay, so, we have Lost away, that one with the stranded guy and his basketball."

"Nah, that ones kinda sad."

"Revengers, the era of Ultron?"

"Seen it too many times, Marco. And you get too invested in the movie."

"Well, it's a movie, Star. That's kinda the point!"

"Yeah yeah whatevs. Ohh! How about Twibright?"

"The one with the sparkly vampire and the girl that doesn't smile? Hard pass."

The two sat in silence for a moment, thinking of other potential options. In truth, they weren't limited by any means, but a good movie could make or break the ending to an otherwise perfect date. Suddenly, both teens grew a wide grin and snapped to face each other, speaking in unison. "Video games!"

Starlet her smile widen as she poofed up a gaming console and slapped in their favorite fighting game: Super Crush Brothers. Marco rolled up his sleeves, as Star let her hair down, both anticipating a gruesome round two to settle things.

"Hey, Star? Can I be honest with you?"

"I'd be pretty pissed if you weren't."

"I just have to get something off my chest, if that's okay."

"What is it? Is something wrong?"

He sighed, slowly bringing his eyes up to face her. "Kinda, yeah... Star...you have a piece of lettuce stuck in your teeth."

"WHAT??!! She screamed, dashing off to her bathroom. From behind a closed door, she yelled out to Marco. "Why didn't you say something?! I met your uncle like this!"

"Sorry! I just couldn't tell you! It would have killed the mood!"

"Well, you could have said something! I probably looked so stupid!"

There were a few moments of silence before she threw open the bathroom door and stomped her way back to the couch, plopping down hard onto the bright pink cushion. Her face was contorted into a pained glare forward, while Marco did his best to keep from laughing. "What's so funny, Diaz?" she asked in a very impatient tone. Marco started up the first round of fighting and finally let a laugh escape.

"Hahaha oh my god! Ahrm. Did you...get it?" Marco bit the inside of his cheeks as their characters fought, and heard Star release a tight breath she was holding. "No. No, I did not. You're the worst."

She punctuated this by blasting his character clear out of the fighting ring, earning a solid first victory. Marco roared with laughter, while Star continued to stare straight ahead. "Hmm. Maybe best two out of three for this map?"

"How about I best two out of three your face, Marco?"

"Awwwe, is someone down with the grumps?"

"...yes."

Marco leaned over to her and planted a soft kiss on her cheek, putting his arms around her and continuing to play, albeit horribly. "Is that better, Butterbutt?" he asked in a mock coy tone. Star let a slight smile crack as she giggled under his embrace. "A bit. Maybe you could try a bit more?"

Marco chuckled at that and moved back to his place, smiling ahead as the two characters exchanged lethal blows. "Nah. You gotta work for more kisses, my princess."

Stars smile wilted a bit as he said that, her frustration for his antics beginning to show. She paused the game and set down her controller, turning to face him with an impatient frown adorning her usually chipper face. "Marco, come on. I said I was sorry and you say you're not mad anymore, but you keep teasing me. What do I have to do to make it up to you already?" She continued her soft glare, passively letting out a sigh as she went on. "I had an amazing night out with you, and I loved every minute of our date. But, can't we have a little bit of fun?"

Marco, for all of his teasing, was somewhat surprised by her boldness. Then again, boldness was practically Stars middle name. In truth, he had probably taken in a bit too far, but one night of messing with her was surely worth the day of trouble she had given him. "I'm really not mad at you anymore, Star. Promise. But I don't think you've learned your lesson."

She let out a groan and rolled her eyes, pouting at him and his stubborn attitude. "Fine. You can think up ways of teaching me a lesson on your own time. I'm gonna go to bed." As she got up, she gave him a small peck on his forehead and a light hug. "Thanks for an amazing night, Marco. I had a great time."

Even though she was thanking him, however, her words were glum and dry. "Wait. Star." Marco stood up and grabbed her arm before she could go, and turned her to face him. While she was still wearing a frown, he gave her an apologetic smile as he held her hands and brought her closer. "Hey, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you so much tonight. I was just-"

"It's fine. I treated you like garbage property today, and I wasn't fair to you. I get that you don't think I'm sorry."

"No. Star, I just wanted to show you how I felt today, but I guess that doesn't make me any better," he said, rubbing her hands with his thumbs. "You don't deserve that kind of treatment, and I'm sorry."

Star seemed to brighten up at that, if only slightly, and pulled Marco into a tight hug. He was somewhat surprised by her abrupt forgiveness, but returned the hug even so. She smiled against his shoulder, and spoke in a low tone. "Well, I mean, I kind of deserve it. But you're right. Neither of need that kinda stuff."

Marco kissed her neck, earning a slight shiver from his counterpart, and smirked. "Hey, Star?" he asked, a new timidness in his voice.

"Yeah?"

"Do you maybe, still want to... I mean...you know."

She smiled and pulled back from the hug, looking at him with reassurance evident in her eyes. "Depends. Do you think I've 'earned it?'" Marco rubbed the back of his head and looked around sheepishly. "Well, you did win the first round of super crush brothers. Does that count?"

Before he could register what was happening, he found himself thrown onto her couch, with Star straddling his waist and gripping his shoulders. "I think that counts. But only if you think I've suffered enough, Diaz."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he gave the nape of her neck a soft kiss. "Hmm, I think you still need a bit of punishment, my princess."

Star bit her lip and rolled her hips slightly against him, ruffling her skirt as she breathed heavy breaths over his shoulder. "And what kind of...punishment... do you think I deserve, my prince? Hopefully, you don't mean more teasing." As she said that, Marco lifted the rear of her skirt higher, revealing a pair of laced pink panties.

"I don't think that's going to work on you anymore. I have to get a bit more physical with you, don't I?" Star bit her lip in anticipation before Marco smacked her backside hard. She let out a quiet yelp, and quivered a bit against his body, her breaths getting deeper by the minute. "Mmmm. I don't think *pant* I learned my lesson yet, Diaz. Maybe *pant* I need a little more?"

Marco gave her another hard spank, eliciting another yelp from the princess. Her flushed face was now buried in his shoulder, and she gripped the top of his shirt tightly. Again, he smacked her backside, causing her to quiver and pant against his neck. After a moment of deep breaths, she leaned back and pushed the hair on her face aside. "Almost makes all the teasing worth it, Macho Man. But I think I want a bit more of you."

Marco gave her a small grin and nodded, but tapped her thigh gently. "I'd love to keep going, Star, but uh, you're sorta cutting off the circulation to my legs." She looked down at his lap and immediately snapped back uo to face him.

"Oh! Sorry! Let me just-" she climbed off of him and draped herself over his side, cuddling close and putting her arms around his neck. "Is that better?" He kissed her with fervor and pulled her closer, relishing in every sensation she gave him. "Much better, thank you," he said apologetically. "How uh how do we do this?"

Stars confident, sultry demeanor shattered once again as she looked him up and down with a blank expression. "I...dont really know. We kinda just rushed into it last time."

Marco gave that a moment of thought, with Star not exactly sure how to proceed. They had never really worked out a good gameplan, given the circumstances. Having only done this once in the heat of the moment, it was realized that they were extremely inexperienced.

After a moment, he gave Star a small grin and flipped her over him, laying her roughly on her back on the couch. She let out a quiet eep and recovered her bearings as he draped himself over her, and began to kiss her neck. "Marco? What-"

"I'm just...going with it," he began, pulling himself up and kissing her softly, tugging on her lip. "This is usually your line, but lets just not overthink it. Get lost in the moment, right?" Without another word, she nodded, and yanked him down hard into a deep kiss.

She held his collar and drunk in everything about the kiss. The way he felt, smelled, breathed. It was intoxicating to her, and she couldn't get enough. As the kiss got only deeper, Star began to unbutton his shirt in an attempt to feel more of his warm skin against her. The two never ended their embrace as she nearly ripped the clothing off of his back, and proceeded to pull him closer against her. She dragged her hands across his more defined chest and stomach, beside herself with the bumpy sensations.

Marco was just as enveloped in the resuming sense of bliss, and pulled the ornate flower from her hair gently, letting it fall more into place. After a moment of panting embrace, he pulled back and looked down at her, eyes full of admiration.

"See something you like?" she asked nonchalantly, giving him an instigating smile.

"Every time I look at you, yeah. Do you think, I could see more of you?"

Her expression shifted to one of silent contentedness as she slowly sat upright, facing away from him, pulling her hair to the side. "Depends on whether or not you can work a zipper." Marco rolled his eyes and smiled, slowly unzipping the back of her top. Once it was properly opened, she slid it over her shoulder and waited patiently once more. She was wearing a red bra with her wings poking out just beneath.

"This one's a bit more complicated, tiger, so good luck."

"Actually, I already got it. Wasn't so hard."

Stars expression went blank for a second as she whirled around to face him. "And just where have you been learning to take a bra off?" she asked accusingly. But Marco didn't answer. His eyes were locked onto something below her neck.

"I guess we can discuss that later. What's with the eyes?" she asked before taking a look down and noticing her bra had come off, blushing at the sudden draftiness. Marco snapped his attention back up to her, looking sheepishly around the room. "Well ya know, you're very, you know, and I... well I like..." He gave up and pulled her closer into a light hug. "You just keep finding ways to take my breath away."

Star stifled a laugh and covered her mouth before raising an eyebrow at him. "And I thought Mewni was crazy about corn. Apparently, it's just me," she mused, kissing his nose and pressing her forehead against his. "You're not so bad on the eyes yourself, Macho Man."

She let her eyes drift lower down his body, and blushed at every prospect it held. His abbs had grown extremely well, and admittedly, the long scar across his chest was pretty cool. Marco lifted her chin up and planted a soft kiss against her lips, as she slowly wrapped her arms around him. He laid her back onto the couch and moved lower down her body. Hovering just above her chest, he locked eyes with her and began to gently kiss her soft breast. She bit her lip and sighed at the sensation, running her fingers through his hair.

"Y' know, I could get- Mmmm, there. I could get used to this," she noted, her breaths getting quicker as he continued. Marco just smiled and kissed her chest some more as his hands began running down her sides to her waist. Star once more bit her lip in anticipation, and with some difficulty, removed her skirt.

Marco ran his hands down her sides and over her thighs, before rubbing the inside of both and finding his way between her legs. He could feel Star quivering against him as he smooched her bosom and rubbed the moist cloth between her legs. But before he could go on, she ran her hands over his shoulders and brought his eyes up to meet hers. "I think it's only fair that you get a bit more comfortable too. Ditch the jeans, Diaz."

"Oh? Is someone looking for something?"

Star expression turned deadly serious, besides the position they were in, as she spoke coldly and without emotion. "Marco, you of all people know that one way or another, I get what I want. So if you don't make 'what I want' happen, right now. Youre going to regret it."

"Noted," he replied immediately. After a moment of removing his pants, with little difficulty, he looked down to Star and spoke with mock discomfiture. "Is that better? Or do you want everything off." Star bit her lip and grinned at him before leaping up and pushing him onto his back, leaning with her hands against his chest. "Shoulda kept your mouth shut, Marco."

Without another word, Star quickly tore away his pair of black boxers, revealing her prize at such long last. "And what have we here, Diaz? Where you been hiding this guy, huh?" Marco gave her a deadpan expression and answered dryly. "In my boxers. Where it always-" He was silenced by a soft hand taking hold of his member, and sent into a stupor of uncontrolled breathing as Star leaned over him further, massaging him slowly with a lidded expression adorning her face.

"I take it you like that?"

"A lot, yes. But do you know what I like more?"

Star pulled herself up further to be at eye level with him, looking more than pleased with herself. "What would that be, my prince?"

Marco reached up and pulled her down to him, wrapping his arms tight around her and kissing her with fervor. Once she was situated properly in a newly precarious position, she deepened the kiss and savored every moment of it. Marco felt her tongue pressed between his lips, and met it with his own, feeling a new wave if boldness running through him.

As Star let out a contented sigh, she felt his hands slowly creep up her back, and begin rubbing the area around her wings. She drew a sharp breath and pressed her face into his shoulder, unable to move under his touch. "I take it you like that?" he asked, gently brushing the purple surface of both wings, and rubbing the space between them. Star could only nod into his neck as he went on. "Good. I wasn't totally sure until earlier, but I'm glad you do."

With one hand continuing to rub the space, the other dipped lower down her back and smacked her rear. Star gave out a small eep at this, as her breathing quickened. Her hot breath poured over his shoulder as she buried her face deeper. "I'm also glad you like this. I honestly wasn't sure if you were into that," he continued, smacking her backside once more.

She trembled slightly under the sensations, and spoke in a muffled voice as he kept going. "I wasn't *pant* so sure *pant* either. Do you think *pant* you can *pant* do the thing? Down there?" After one more spank, he lifted Stars chin up with his free hand, the other still rubbing her wings, and kissed her softly. "Anything for you, Star. Lay down for me?"

Obliging his request, she laid back on the pink cushions of the couch and bit her lip, eager to feel more from him. Marco stalked closer to her and laid against the couch, his shoulders pressed to the bottom of her thighs. "May I?" he asked, giving her a smirk as she nodded desperately. "Such a gentleman, Marco," she giggled. He slid off her undergarments, and once more had to steel his nerves to focus on his task, rather than the beautiful sight before him.

As she felt his breath washing over the now chilling spot between her legs, Stars breathing intensified. She could do nothing but grip at his hair and relish in the sensation washing over her. It was like a mushy volt of energy was igniting, and with each passing second, it got hotter. She dared to take a look at her partner, hoping to be further aroused at the sight, but instead found something else.

As she looked down, noticing Marco giving full focus to her more intimate areas, she felt an uneasy bashfulness wash over her, diminishing the enjoyment she found. She bit her lip, and tried to enjoy the feeling she had been waiting for since vintal, but her focus was gone. "Marco," she began, pulling him up slightly without a thought. "You don't really have to...you know."

"Well, I only just started, Star. Was it bad?"

"Nonononono, I-I just, well I got nervous. I don't know if you like that, or how I taste, or how it looks, I kinda panicked."

"Star, I love doing it, so long as you enjoy it," he began, kissing her nose and pulling her closer, the two now sitting up. "I love how you taste, too. You're sweet like honey. And it's breathtaking to look at."

"Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better, right?"

"I mean it. You're perfect. Now that might just be because I'm crazy about you, but who knows. I love it."

"Thanks, Marco. I'm sorry I sorta ruined the moment."

She gave him a sideways look and with the grace of a dancer, pulled him back on top of her. He locked eyes with her, both admittedly surprised with their position, and tried to say something to no avail. "Don't say anything, Marco. Just you and me, having a moment. Even if we're not as good as we thought."

Marco held her face, taking in the sincere smile adorning it, and kissed her slowly. She returned the gesture, locking lips with him and enjoying the connection they had felt since day one. Marco breathed a serene sigh as Stars soft lips danced over his own. The warmth of her body seemed to fill every void in his heart.

After a moment, Star reached down and guided him to her entrance, feeling volts of electricity wherever it touched. Marcos expression changed and he pulled back from the kiss, eying her with worry evident on his face. "Star, are you sure you want-"

"Duh, Diaz. Why else would I grab it and put it there?"

"Well, someones impatient. You know that reminds me of a time-" Star grabbed his posterior and jerked it forward, sending every bit of what he had straight into her midsection. For a moment, neither of them could breathe, especially Star. She threw her head back and grinned as seconds of pain gave way to minutes of pleasure. It was a feeling she had certainly missed. Marco fumbled for words, all of which seemed to be geared towards her well being, and scolding, but she put a finger to his lips.

"Shhhhh. You were taking too long. I feel fine, but I want you to make me feel amazing."

Rolling his eyes with a grin, Marco leaned forward and kissed her softly, beginning to thrust in and out of her slowly. Despite her promise of being fine, Star still wore an expression of grit that slowly started to transform into one of gratification. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, breathing hard against his ear.

"I see not- AHHHHH! *pant* Yeaaahhh! *pant* -not a lot has changed since Vintal, Macho man."

She bit his ear and gave it a small tug as he laid into her further, moving his hips against hers in quick rhythm. Marco held her sides and leaned down closer, giving her more access to his neck. "Mhmmm. And you still drive me wild, Stardust."

As he quickened his pace, Star wrapped her legs around his midsection and gripped his back, arching hers to feel him from every angle. She could feel his body tensing against hers, his strength pouring over into her with every motion. Her nails dug into his back, and she could feel the heat in her chest rising and falling with every breath she took.

Marco held her closer, hoping to keep the thick air between them from escaping, and doing his best to please his mate. She moaned his name seductively, earning a soft bite to the neck. As the couch seemed their haven of soul quenching passion, the soft skin of their partner was the only thing that seemed to make it to their senses.

"I wanna- ahhh - have a turn- mmmm -with you too, Diaz," Star breathed, loosening the grip her body held against his. After a moment of slowed pace and heavy breathing, Marco obliged, leaning back from her and sitting upright on the couch. "Like this?" he asked, giving her a nervous look. His body glistened with sweat, and his chest heaved from the strenuous activity of coupling with his lover.

Star gave him an enthusiastic nod and bit her lip, positioning herself above him. He held her hips, guiding her slowly down as she once more took him inside. Her shoulders tensed for a moment before finally falling loose, matching much of the rest of her body. She was properly seated on his lap, holding his shoulder for balance, and began to make quick vertical motions to sate her own, and his, burning desires.

Marco could do nothing but hold his breath as the vanilla figure before him satisfied every nerve in his body. Star let her hair fall back over her shoulder as she continued, picking up in speed. Giving Marco a seductive look, she traced her hand up his scarred chest to his chin, and pulled it forward into a kiss. The world seemed to stop for a moment as they met with passion and ferocity. Marco hungrily deepened their kiss, wrapping his arms around her back and contributing his own bucking motions underneath her.

Star felt him beginning to participate in their affairs, and drew in a sharp breath, pressing her forehead to his. Sensing the mental go ahead, he traced his hands up her back to the small spot between her wings, massaging the area gently as he kissed her neck slowly. Her head rolled back into a silent 'O' expression as she felt her date pummeling the area between her legs. As Marco gently traced his fingers along the base of her wings, Star could contain the heat in her chest no more.

A tuft of blue fire began to rise from around her eyes, now shut tight in ferocious bliss. Marco looked up at the soft blue light she was emanating, and slowed his pace slightly. "Star, be careful with-"

"Don't. Stop. Please. I can control myself just p-please I-I-Im almost t-there!"

He gave her a curious expression but nonetheless obliged to his princess' request. Quickening his pace, he pulled her closer against him and rocked his hips as she rose and fell. He could feel her body tensing and shuddering with each passing moment as she bit her lip and leaned her head back. Leaning forward, he pulled her closer to him and nibbled gently against her chest.

Star let out an inaudible scream at the wave of heat rolling through her body, both physical and magical. She gripped Marcos' shoulders and dug her nails into his skin, making him wince, but he continued nonetheless. "Marco! I'm so close! Oh, my gods don't stop, please! Just a little bit more!"

Her voice echoed with a hunger he had never heard before, and was flowing with a satisfaction he had. Knowing that it was now or never, he reached to the point where the two met and began to rub her pearl in earnest, using his other hand to stroke the length of her now blue wings. He thrust harder upwards and rolled his hips against her as she fell, as a second of silence fell between the two, each not daring to breathe.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Star screamed, gripping Marcos shoulder so hard he was afraid they would break. Her eyes ignited in a flurry of blue flames, as the wings on her back grew into a blazing display of blue. Her entire body shuddered against his, and after a few seconds, she returned to normal, letting herself fall limply forward against his chest.

Marco huffed against her neck, rubbing her shoulder gently as she breathed hard against his, letting her grip loosen. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, her own full of gratitude and vigor. "That *pant* was *pant* amazing, Marco. I've never felt anything so good!" Marco laughed and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her into a soft kiss. "I could tell, Butterbutt. You almost set the couch on fire."

She gave him a smirk and held up her wand, the bulb glowing with pink magic, but Marco waved it off. "No need, I didn't get that far." Star gave him a confused look and adjusted herself slightly, looking down as discreetly as she could. "You didn't...you didn't finish? Was it not good?"

Marco gave her a warm smile, almost immediately sating her nerves. He spoke softly, rubbing her back as he laid them down on the couch gently. "It felt amazing. In every way. But I wanted to make it about you. Just this once I promise."

She pouted at him and rested her chin against his chest, holding him close. "Marco...is it because of today?"

"No. And I'm sorry I teased you so much. I promise I'm not mad at you, and I promise you made me feel amazing too."

Her expression seemed to soften at that, as she traced her hand over his chest. A few moments of silence rolled by before she spoke again. "Thank you, Marco."

"For what?"

"For forgiving me. And giving me an amazing night. It was the best."

"Don't worry about it. I had a blast too. Might have to make it a regular thing, huh?"

"What, so we can become your parents? I'll stick with relationship Thursdays, thank you. Oh," she started, mocking looking at her wrist. "and look what day it is. Funny how that works."

She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and laid back against his chest, not wanting to move a tired muscle. "You uh," Marco began, rubbing her shoulders gently, "you wanna take another shower? We kinda stink now."

"Marcooo. My body huuurtssss. Carry me?"

He rolled his eyes and smiled at her, carefully lifting her into his arms bridal style and shuffling towards the bathroom door. "You know, I spoil you sometimes."

"Only when you aren't teasing me all night. But I like it. Never change, Diaz."

"I'll always be yours, Star Butterfly."

To be continued in: Best Frienemies

AUTHORS NOTE PT II

Wow. Helluva long read, huh? To those of you who stuck around through the spice, thanks for reading this chapter of forgotten ventures! Sorry for the long wait but I wanted to make sure I got this chapter just right. I'm sure theres still some offgivings and slips here and there, so feel free to review with any questions, comments, or concerns! Love hearing from yall! Anywho, enjoy your day and I'll see you in the next chapter! Ohhhh frenemies! ohhhh whos it gonna be about?! ohhhh shit whos gonna be the enemy to whos gonna be the friend???? lmao, see ya next time! BUH BYYYEEE!

~Mr. Ronald Reagan