Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

24: Not Afraid of Scary Movies

24: Not Afraid of Scary Movies

   Before anything actually happened intimately between Marcel and me, we spent a few hours hanging out in Gemma’s living room with the five boys known as One Direction. On the long, white couch sat the boys; Liam’s arm over Niall, whose arm was over Zayn who was practically falling into Louis, whose leg was intertwined with Harry’s. Marcel and I lay facing the TV on the loveseat, watching with straight faces as Shauna Macdonald crippled Natalie Mendoza with a pickaxe.

   “This movie’s not even scary,” I remarked for probably the seven hundredth time, “The crawlers look like primitive versions of Voldemort.”

   “Agreed,” Harry purred. He brought up the remote in his hand and set the screen to black as Shauna ditched Natalie. Though the description of The Descent said horror, I found no terror to it. It was a repeat of every other horror movie: people are moderately happy and friends, people are trapped somewhere, people betray their friends and die.

   “Dracula is scarier than this,” Zayn muttered.

   “An episode of Doctor Who is scarier than this,” Louis pointed out snidely.

   I did admittedly let out a giggle at Louis’s humor. Though it wasn’t the funniest he’d ever been his comment had still been pretty accurate.

   The presence of the boys did not last long after that. They’d planned to go out and see a movie – hopefully one better than the one we’d just attempted to watch – which, since Gemma had also gone out, left the house to Marcel and I.

   When the band left, Marcel was on top of me, pinning my wrists back and kissing me. His tongue snaked into my mouth, passing my teeth and intertwining itself with mine.

   “I really did miss you,” he said between kisses.

   “I know,” I said when he gave me the chance to speak again.

  This time, Marcel didn’t bother undoing my bra first. His fingers simply went for the shirt, popping my blouse open and revealing my torso to him. His lips moved from mine down my neck and I shivered at the pleasure it brought me. It didn’t take long for him to locate the spot which made me moan.

   Marcel sucked and bit at my skin on my collarbone and I almost wanted to scream at the adrenaline his actions brought into my body.

   Somehow, in the midst of it, without taking his lips off mine when his mouth had been brought back, he stood and lifted me from the loveseat into his strong arms. As his kiss refused to break, I was hit by some wall as he took me all the way upstairs, up into his bedroom. He lay me down on his bed and pinned me again, just kissing, kissing, kissing me with a passion greater than any before.

   Even if we had only been apart for a few mere hours, it was obvious Marcel had missed me probably more than I’d even worried for him. Of course, I was right.

   Finally his lips came back from mine and I stared into his emerald orbs, which sparkled with a heavy lust and I could definitely feel him getting hard against my leg through his jeans. His dimpled smile was just as adorable as ever.

   “I want to show you just how much I missed you,” he purred, brushing his hand down my cheek, caressing my face. His mouth met mine again and we dove into sex.