The dim lights of the training room flickered above as Marceline stood in front of you, her red hair cascading like flames over her shoulders. Her striking blue eyes locked onto yours, the room charged with a quiet intensity.
"Training, huh?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement as she watched you fidget slightly, feeling her presence like a weight pressing down on you. There was a smirk on her lips, and every word she spoke felt like a challenge.
But it was more than just her words that made your heart race—it was the way she looked at you, as if she could see through every layer you tried to put up. Marceline wasn't just beautiful; she was magnetic. The air seemed to hum around her, the tension between you growing thicker with every passing second.
"You seem nervous, Y/N," she teased, stepping closer. "I thought we were here to spar, not... hesitate."
Her voice was low, the playful edge to it making your pulse quicken. You could feel the warmth radiating from her as she closed the distance between you. There was something so deliberate in her movements, like she knew exactly what she was doing. Every glance, every step—it all felt purposeful, like she was testing how far she could push you.
"Maybe I'm just... thinking," you replied, your voice faltering slightly as you met her gaze.
Marceline tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Thinking about what?"
Her hand moved then, just barely grazing your arm, her fingers lingering on your skin. The touch was light, but the heat it sparked inside you was anything but subtle. It was like a game to her, the way she was getting closer, daring you to react.
"About how good you are at... distractions," you said, trying to keep your voice steady as you felt her fingers trail down your arm, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
Her smirk grew, clearly enjoying the effect she had on you. "Is that what this is?" she whispered, stepping even closer, her body now almost pressed against yours. "A distraction?"
You couldn't answer, the air between you both so charged, so thick with anticipation that it felt like you were both on the edge of something. Her lips hovered near your ear, her breath hot against your skin. The way she was so close, almost touching but not quite, made every nerve in your body buzz with tension.
"You know," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I could stop playing around... if that's what you really want."
Her words sent a shiver down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat. You didn't trust yourself to speak, so instead, you just nodded, your heart pounding so hard you were sure she could hear it.
Marceline pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her gaze flicking to your lips before she leaned in, her lips brushing against your jawline, featherlight. "Tell me, Y/N," she said, her voice so soft it was almost a purr, "what do you want?"
The way she said it, the way her lips barely grazed your skin, made your head spin. You felt her breath on your neck, warm and teasing, as if she was waiting for you to break first. Your hands instinctively moved, fingers grazing her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric of her shirt.
She hummed softly in response to your touch, her body responding to the slightest movement, pressing closer to you. "Is that all?" she whispered, her lips now dangerously close to yours. You could feel the tension building, the space between you shrinking to nothing as her hands slid up your arms, trailing fire in their wake.
Your breath hitched as she leaned in further, her lips now hovering just inches from yours. You could feel her smile against your skin as she paused, keeping you on edge, making you wait for what felt like an eternity.
Then, without warning, she closed the distance, her lips crashing against yours with a sudden intensity that left you breathless. The kiss was electric, filled with all the tension, all the desire that had been simmering between you both. Her hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as her body pressed against yours, the heat between you almost overwhelming.
Marceline deepened the kiss, her lips moving against yours with a hunger that made your knees weak. Her hands moved, sliding up your back, pulling you impossibly close as her body melded against yours. Every touch, every kiss felt like it had been building for weeks, maybe even months, and now, all the unspoken words, the heated glances—they were finally spilling over.
When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. Her lips were still so close to yours, and the smirk that had played on her face all night was gone, replaced by something more raw, more real.
"See?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. "You don't need to hold back."
You let out a shaky breath, your hands still resting on her waist as you looked into her eyes, seeing the desire mirrored in her gaze. "Neither do you."
Marceline's smile returned, but this time it was softer, more genuine. She leaned in again, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "Good. Because I've got no intention of stopping."
