Nevermind [90s fic]

Chapter 20: Oops!

*Between The Bars by Elliot Smith*

Marilyn rolled onto her back with the full weight of a shirtless August Love on top of her, her steady hands roaming his back like they were trying to map out directions. They were kissing madly, completely consumed with each other, solely existing in their world, on his bed that was as red as her smeared lipstick. She let out a huff of shock at a new sensation he gave to her using his body, and broke apart to look at him—look at him seriously. She held his face and he studied her eyes with concentration and a potential understanding. Marilyn got caught up in him, somehow. Too much. He looked at her the way that she liked, too much. And she felt like that one little look could get her to commit to some pretty serious things in life without so much as an afterthought.

"What?" he asked with a breathy chuckle to accompany his question, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Do you mean it?" she vaguely asked, tugging at his short necklace, her eyes also trained on it.

"Mean what?" he asked patiently.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," he stated, obviously.

"Say it," she stared at him, committed to hearing it and making sure he'd say it.

"I love you."

"Softer."

He cocked his head back at her demand, smirking and squinting. He abided and said, softly, "I love you, Marilyn."

She wanted to speak more but ultimately went with her bodily instincts to kiss him. Marilyn wanted to ask him if this was just young love—young, foolish love. Love that feels good until it gets real. And she hoped that it wasn't. What did August love about her, truly? Why didn't he care about what everyone else so obviously did? Why did he ignore her ugliness? And was he just living in a fantasy and knew it?

Marilyn gasped and moaned with a low gruff as he entered her with his fingers. She stopped with the questions and she stopped all of the thinking, and took a one-way-trip to pleasure town. August moved her and did what he wanted, the way she wanted. But on the way to her climax, she unexpectedly found herself envisioning what it'd be like to kiss a girl. And in this vision, she imagined Carlie.

Marilyn opened her eyes and saw the brunette on top of her, with a colder kind of passion that could be warmed up if she allowed it. Marilyn blinked, her eyes widening until she registered her boyfriend's concerned expression.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, letting up just a bit.

Marilyn switched back to Carlie and pushed her hair away from her face, her expression still shocked but full of wonder and amusement. She smiled softly and initiated a kiss more on the gentle side. But the deep, REAL hatred stirring inside of her for the bitchy cheerleader caused her to pull away and inform August that she needed a minute as she scrambled out of bed to catch her breath and her regulated thoughts while they scurried away from her.