In The Box (Jeremy X Marionette FNAF Fan Fiction)

Chapter Nine

Marionette's POV

I woke up with Jeremy slouched above me, his mouth slightly open and a thin line of drool coming out of his mouth. A little smile spreads across my face as I gently caress the side of his face. He mutters in his sleep and smiles slightly. I snuggle down onto his lap again, not wanting to break this moment of peace. He starts to stir as if he's going to wake up. I quickly close my eyes and feign sleep. Soon I feel a hand on the side of my face and I hear his musical laugh.
"Maron," he says softly, "you need to wake up love." I don't move and he laughs again.
"A little sleeping beauty," he says and I feel him lean down and softly press his lips against mine. I automatically kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. I move so I have my legs on either side of his lap. We break away and I rest my forehead against his. He laughs lightly.
"Guess my kisses are magical," he says and I laugh a little and nod.
"You bet," I say, kissing him again. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him.

Jeremy's POV

We break away from that kiss and he rests his head on my shoulder. I feel my stomach rumble and he giggles.
"Guess someone's hungry," he says as his stomach returns a rumble.
"Yeah," I say smiling, "and it looks like he's not the only one." He laughs embarrassedly, slipping off my lap. I stand and stretch, before walking to my kitchen. I hear Maron's footsteps follow behind me. Lenny is on the counter and he meows pitifully, rubbing up against his food bag.
"I'm sorry Lenny," I say. "I forgot to feed you last night." I stroke his black head and fill up his bowl. He meows gratefully and digs into his food. When I turn around I see Maron staring at me.
"What?" I ask, a little defensively. He smiles, his green eyes sparkling.
"You're just so adorable," he says, making me blush.
"Well... um," I manage to get out. "You're pretty cute too." My blush deepens and I rub the back of my head. Damn! I look down. I can't even get a sentence out without sounding like an idiot. I turn to face the stove when I feel his long arms slide around my waist.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, knowing I must look like a tomato.
"You're just too cute," he says. "I can't help it."