2000
You Got Me by The Roots plays on the radio that sits on on your coffee table as you and Marshall cut up vegetables for the Butter Chicken. It's an Indian dish and Marshall says he's never had it before, so you're making it for him and he decided to help out.
For the butter chicken sauce, he's cutting up the onions and jalapeños while you cut up the ginger and garlic. The marinated chicken is cooking in the iron skillet as the jasmine rice cooks in another skillet.
As you sway your hips to the beat of the song and cut up the vegetables, Marshall starts sniffling and wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist. "Are you crying?" You make fun of him. "It's the onions." He says between sniffles. "What a pussy." You joke. Surprisingly you've never cried while cutting onions before, it's weird. "Like you ain't ever cried while choppin' up onions before. Don't fuck wit' me while I got this knife in my hand, girl." He jokes back. "You ain't gon' do shit." You playfully roll your eyes. "Watch me." He gives you a jokingly angry face making you laugh as In Love With You by Erykah Badu and Stephen Marley begins to play through the radio.
You smile as the acoustic guitar fills your ears making your body feel so relaxed. You sing along to the scats in the beginning of the song as Marshall walks around you to the sink to wash his hands. "Ay!" "Ay!" You both exclaim, copying the songs words. You look at him with a shocked face. When the hell did HE learn this song? "When d'you learn this song?!"
He chuckles, drying off his hands. "You done played this shit about 1000 times since it came out. Of course I know the lyrics." He walks behind you, taking your hands away from the knife and vegetables. His fingers intertwining with yours while walking you backwards. He lets go of your hands turning you around to face him. The both of your fingers intertwine again. Your arms, hips and shoulders move slowly together in sync to the beat. Him singing your favorite song with you makes you wildly happy. He copies the scats on the song then sings along. "And I remember the first time that we met, yo. How could I forget ya?" He looks you up and down with a smirk making that smile spread further across your face as he spins you around pulling your back into his chest. His hands move to your hips. "When you smiled and I turned and said to you 'Yo, you pure and true.'" The side of his face is pressed against the side of your head so his lips are right near your ear. "I'm in love witchu, in love witchu." You both sing together. His breath brushing against your skin sending shivers down your back. "In love witchu, in love witchuuu, yeah."
Usually, shit like this makes you cringe...you find it corny but with him, it's fun.
"Im so in loovveee baby, and I don't care what ya mama say." You sing shaking your head as you chuckle. It's funny cause his mother actually doesn't like you. The first time you met her you guys got into a little argument about the way she treats Marshall and you and her have never been on good terms since.
You pull away from his chest as Erykah's part comes up. Your arms rest on his shoulders as one hand plays with nape of hair on the back of his neck. You both continue to sway your hips to the R&B beat. "He said he's really diggin' meee, I dont know what to sayyy. I can't imagine why I feel so weaaakkk. Say, Say. That's when he took my heart in his hands..." He pulls your hand off of his shoulder, slowly connecting his lips with the back of your hand. His soft lips leave a tingling sensation on it for a few seconds from how good it felt. "And kissed it gently." You continue to sing along with a smile on your face. "He opened up his lips then said this poetry."
"I'm in love with youuu, love with you." You both repeat as you feel your self engulfed in his energy. He presses his whole body against yours making your faces inches away from each other. Times like this with him, you really cherish, since lately he's been really busy. Also, Marshall isn't the romantic type. Don't get it twisted, he can be romantic if he wants to but you just don't think it's his thing.
