Stay Wide Awake

7) Almost Playtime

Evelyn walked into Marshall's room. "Hey, what's up?" She asked sitting down on his bed. "Nothing much, I've just been thinking about some things." Evelyn raised an eyebrow. "Things? What kind of things?" "Well, more of one thing. Actually, a person. You." She smiled. "What about me?" "I've been thinking about how much I want you." He inched closer. "About how much I want to be with you." Marshall jumped on top Evelyn and forced his lips onto hers. "I've been thinking the same thing." Evelyn said between kisses. "I just want you so bad. I need you to make love to me Marshall."

"I'm gonna do just that baby. And more." Marshall ripped his shirt off and threw it behind him. "I needed this" he said ripping Evelyn's pajama pants off. He took off his jeans and threw them to the side, taking off Evelyn shirt soon after. After tearing off his boxers he reached for Evelyn's panties. Gripping the waist band he asked, "Are you ready?" "I've been ready." She replied smiling. Marshall took off her underwear and--.

Evelyn sat up gasping. It took her a minute to register that it was all a dream. She was so hot, she ripped off the covers and jumped out of her bed dampened by her sweat. She started pacing with a million thoughts flying through her head. She'd just had a sex dream. About Marshall. She didn't know what to think. She liked it but at the same time hated it. She couldn't just jump right into sex. "I just started liking him." She said to herself.

"I need something to take this off my mind." She looked at the clock. 3 p.m. Deciding to make herself something to eat, she headed downstairs. She took a few deep breaths before descending the steps. Stepping onto the landing she saw Marshall watching tv. "Hey." he said, not even looking up from the screen. "Hey." Evelyn said while walking over to the couch and taking a seat on the furthest end away from him. "What are you watching?" "The Wire." Marshall still didn't even bother to look her. She sat there for a minute before she realized he wasn't going to pay any attention while he was watching his show.

Rolling her eyes, Evelyn got up off the couch. Walking into the kitchen, she decided she was going to see what was in the fridge first. The first thing that she was greeted with when she opened the large door to the huge silver refrigerator, was one entire shelf dedicated to Red Bull. "Jesus. He must be like 50% percent Red Bull." Looking on the other shelves, the only other things she saw was a bunch of vegetables and meat. "Ok I can work with this." She pulled out some spinach and chicken. The only thing left to do was find the pots and pans.

Not feeling like looking through what seemed like hundreds of cabinets, she screamed "Marshall!" Pausing the tv, he yelled back "What?" "Where the hell are the pots and pans?" "In the middle cabinet." Looking around, she saw lots of 'middle' cabinets. "There's like, five middle ones." Sighing, he got up. "This one, right here." He said walking over to one. "All you had to do was look." he said rolling his eyes. "Look, I didn't feel like looking through a kitchen that's the size of my entire house for a skillet and a pot." "It's not that big." He said, chuckling. "It's big enough." Evelyn said bending down to look for a correctly sized pot and pan.

Marshall bit his lip and tried to avoid looking at her butt. He couldn't resist. Checking out her ass, he nodded in approval. It looked so firm and plump. Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, Evelyn straightened back up, and he snatched his hand away. "You have so many fuckin pots and pans." She said whirling around to face him. "Yeah, yeah I do." "Do you even use them?" "Sometimes." "What is wrong with you? You look very red." "Me? Nah I'm straight." "You sure?" "Positive." "Ok." Evelyn turned back around and Marshall exhaled, glad he wasn't caught.

"What are you making?" He asked, walking around her to see. "Baked chicken and spinach" she replied, looking in his cabinets for appropriate spices. "What are you looking for?" "Salt, pepper, lemon-pepper, garlic-salt." "You're just taking over my kitchen aren't you?" "Well I was hungry, so I'm making food." "You could have at least asked." Pausing mid-reach for the garlic-salt, she slowly lowered her arm, then slowly turned to face him. "Ok, let's take care of this right now."

Evelyn spoke clearly and slowly, glaring at him. "I'm getting real sick of the 'This is my house' speeches. You took me. So as far I'm concerned, I can do whatever the hell I want here. I could burn this place to the ground if I wanted to. If you don't want me to soak every last pair if your precious little Nikes in gasoline and set them ablaze, then I suggest you step the fuck off." Marshall's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the mention of his shoes. "Ok, ok I swear I won't do it again, damn. Just leave my shoes out of it, they had nothing to do with this."

"I'm glad you understand." she turned back around and reached for her seasoning. Along with the fear for his shoes, Marshall also couldn't help but notice that Evelyn was really beautiful when she was angry. "Now, leave me alone and let me cook." Marshall went over to the breakfast bar and took a seat on one of the stools. He watched her grab a bowl, a cutting board, a knife, and a strainer for the spinach to sit in once she was done cooking it. "Does it matter how I make your chicken?" Evelyn asked. "Wait. What? You're cooking for me too?" "Duh. Don't you think that it would be kind of rude if I only made myself something to eat?" "In that case, no, I don't care how you make it."

Not long after, Evelyn was done with the meal. She sat a plate piled high with spinach and chicken in front of him. Sitting down with her own plate across from him she asked, "So do you have anything to do today?" "No." "What about tomorrow?" "I don't know. I might go downstairs in the studio, produce a couple tracks, maybe even lay down some of my own." "Anything after that?" "Come up, watch some tv." "Why are you being so short with me? Is it the food? Does it taste bad?" "What? No, the food is delicious." It really was delicious. "I'm just thinking about things." "What things?" "Stuff." Marshall replied, which got an eye roll from Evelyn. "Whatever. I don't care anymore."

The truth was, Marshall was thinking about Evelyn. More specifically, how much he wanted her. He wanted to just jump across the table and take her right then and there, but for some reason he wanted to wait a little longer. The reason he was being so short was because he hoped she would stop talking to him, maybe it would give his throbbing member a rest. He had a hard-on when Evelyn was getting the pot and skillet, and was glad she didn't notice. Now it was easier to conceal under the table, but he just had to get her to stop talking to get her out of his mind.

Not even daring to look up from his plate, it was all he could do to kept from ripping her pajamas off. He rushed through his food, and was finally done. With a exclamation of "I'm done." that caused Evelyn to jump, he put his plate in the sink and hurried upstairs into his room. "Weirdo." Evelyn said to herself, getting up to wash her and Marshall's plates. Marshall practically sprinted into his room. He locked the door, then went into the bathroom in his room and locked that door too. He turned on the shower to drown out noise, then sat down on the toilet lid and put his head in his hands. "I gotta finish what I started." Yanking off his jeans, he tugged his boxers down just enough to gain access to his large, throbbing, veiny member.

He stroked slowly at first, just to tease himself. Marshall tilted his head back and leaned it against the cool wall behind him and softly chuckled to himself in ecstasy. Running his thumb over his bright red tip, he bit his lip. Marshall began to pick up the pace until he was going at a steady speed, and his breathing became ragged. He could feel the release building up, so he aimed at the shower. Marshall thought to when he was on top of Evelyn in her bed, he even had an erection then, she musn't have noticed because she was struggling so much.

He'd wanted her from the very first time he'd laid eyes on her. "Oh fuck." Marshall moaned. He grunted and exhaled rather hard as he kept stroking and thought of kissing her a few hours ago, he thought of him almost touching her plump ass, of how fucking beautiful she was when she was angry, of how just gorgeous she was altogether."I'm gonna fuck you so hard Evelyn. I'm gonna fuck you silly. When I'm done with you won't ever want to fuck anybody else again. I'm gonna make you my little slut." With this Marshall released into the shower and rested his head on the wall. Stripping the rest off his clothes off he hopped into the shower. "Her stay here is going to be a fun one. I can't wait to "play" with her."

A/N What up y'all. So I may not have updates as often in the next two weeks, because I have this stupid testing shit that I have to do at school, but I swear I'll try my best. Peace to the Middle East, I'm out for now.