Healing Takes Time

Chapter 31

Well, hello there again. I should probably be scared that I was able to write this in less than 50 minutes while the last chapter took me almost three days... 

--Shelby

Chapter 31

We couldn't stay out for too much longer, but it was nice while we did. We chatted and pointedly ignored all that was said last night. I may or may not have splashed water in his face, and he may or may not have been so surprised that he fell off his kayak. I may or may not have snorted and fallen off too from laughing so hard. I can tell you for sure that after I reined in my maybe-laughter we met somewhere in the middle for a kiss.

It took a little for me to get up onto the kayak again because of balance issues, but I finally got it done. I felt clumsy next to Marco who swung right up on with ease. It was childish, but I stuck my tongue out at him when he started chuckling at me again. He didn't seem to mind--the little shit just laughed more.

We finally got back to the shore and pulled our kayaks out of the water, and I leaned towards him. "Can we... I want to..." My voice was low, and I stuttered, I'm sure.

"Yes," was all he said, and the look on his face let me know that he knew what I was asking. He looked around nonchalantly, and I swallowed thickly. "Outside my cabin? On the side?"

I nodded, and we started walking there. A small swarm of butterflies flew around in my belly. I didn't know that I really wanted to kiss him again until now. I remembered the feeling of his hands in my hair, the firmness of his back beneath my fingertips.

But other feelings swarmed me too. What if somebody saw us? Could we get kicked out of the resort? I didn't think the owners were homophobic, but one couldn't be too sure. But even worse, what if one of our parents caught us? Was Marco out with his family? He didn't actually say he was, and I didn't want to be that one mistake that outed him.

I didn't have much more time to think before I felt a wall against my back and a body pressed against me. Lips searched mine out and pressed. I didn't realize my eyes were closed until I opened them after the second or third kiss. I blinked at Marco in surprise when he'd pulled back a little. He blushed furiously. Sure he was bigger than me in the muscle, height, and probably brain department, but I hadn't pegged him for the type to get really eager. I guess hormones knew no boundaries.

"I.. That was...," I began. My lips opened and closed a few more times. "R-really nice," I settled on.

He opened his mouth as if to say something else, but I pushed my head forward, lips effectively shutting him up. My hand automatically reached up to thread in his hair, and his cupped my jaw. I tilted my head slightly to one side while he did the same to the other side, allowing us to deepen the kiss. He leaned forward some more, pressing me against the cabin, and I think I whimpered from the wonderful feel of it.

Both of my arms wrapped around his neck, and he reached down to lift my legs up. I pulled back with surprise, and our lips made a popping noise. I was going to ask what he was doing, but I couldn't even begin to form the words before his lips were on mine again, devouring and greedy. I couldn't help but make a pathetic little noise when he pressed his hips against mine, effectively trapping me against the house, not that I was complaining.

I pulled his hair, hard, forcing his head back and exposing his neck, and he let out a choked moan. I used the opportunity to leave open-mouthed kisses down his neck to his shoulder. I couldn't help biting, and I wanted to bite as hard as I could, but the still-sane part of me reminded me that it was still summer, and he was going to be without a shirt most of the time.

Somehow our lips found each other again, and we were back to kissing like it was our last chance.

"What are you doing?"

We pulled apart really fast, and Marco almost dropped me from how surprised he was. Simultaneously we turned to see Connie standing right fucking there, watching us with the innocence only a six-year-old has.

"Why are you kissing each other like that? I thought you were friends. Marco, aren't you Jean's brother too?"

"Uh..." We looked at each other. "What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Mommy and Daddy said that you were really good friends, so that means you're brothers, and I've only seen adults doing that."

"Y-yeah, we are. We are really good friends. Like brothers, but more."

"So do I have to kiss Eren like that?" He tilted his head.

I held a hand out to him paired with what I was sure was a panicked look. "No, no, no! Don't ever kiss Eren like that."

"Why not?"

"Because..." My gaze drifted to Marco's. He looked about as helpless and freaked out as I felt. I looked back at Connie. "Because some people are close enough to kiss like that. People like me and Marco. Like Mom and Dad. But other people should never do that. Like you and Eren."

"Why?"

"Because you aren't close enough."

"Oh."

"Right. So go find Mom or Dad, yeah?"

He nodded and left.

I let my head fall back against the house, and Marco slowly let my feet touch the ground again. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen."

He rubbed the back of his neck, and his face was really red. "It's okay. I know you didn't do it."

I reached out and hugged him, head on his shoulder, arms around his waist. He hugged me back and squeezed. We stayed like that for awhile, just enjoying each other's company before he pulled back, looking regretful. "Your parents are probably looking for you."

"Yeah." I sighed. "I'll see you later?"

He smiled. "Of course."

I couldn't help but smile back as I made my way back to my cabin, tossing lingering looks over my shoulder. I bit my lip when he waved, and I prepared to face whatever got thrown my way.