Dangerous: A Marcel Styles Fan Fiction

30: Loved You

30: Loved You

   When I got home there were literally dozens of missed calls and texts on my phone from Georgia Rose. However, being as I was with Marcel, I just ignored them. We joked around after my parents left until the time I put Vanessa to bed. Then, we stayed isolated in my room, Marcel shirtless on top of me and switching back and forth between kissing my lips and my neck and collarbone.

   I kept the moan Marcel arose mostly quiet. One of the other reasons sex was out of the equation was because of my screams. I had no doubt Vanessa would hear and, though she wouldn’t know their cause, my parents would when she’d tattle on me.

   I wasn’t complaining, however. The gentle roughness Marcel used when we just made out – he knew I was fragile, but at the same time had an urgent craving – was still enough to make my heart flutter like butterfly wings. Despite my burning uncertainty, there was still something there. I still felt a connection to him. The only thing I wasn’t positive of was whether or not that connection could actually be love.

   I let my fingers glide down his warm flesh to the spot where his tattoo peeked out from his jeans. Eyes partially open, I let my index trace the antennae and the top of the wings of the little sapphire butterfly, feeling small shivers pass over Marcel as I touched the tender spots.

   Marcel’s lips slowly retracted from mine and he watched me through emerald eyes as I drew pointlessly over the visable lines. He gave me a dimpled grin when I met his cloudy, dreamy eyes. I almost felt bad I was giving him so much arousal, yet not letting him fuck me.

   Marcel returned to kiss me again and again. I let my tongue intertwine with his as I wrapped my arms around his warm bare torso.

   Out of nowhere, my phone which had been moved to my nightstand, had begun to vibrate violently. Blindly, I swatted for it, not removing my lips from Marcel’s. When I couldn’t locate it, Marcel took over and grabbed it simply, only taking his mouth from mine to say, “Georgia Rose.”

   “Just put it on speaker,” I said. After all, Georgia Rose wouldn’t mind. “Hey,” I greeted when Marcel answered for me and slipped my cell back where I’d last left it.

   “Oh my God,” Georgia Rose shrieked, voice distorted as it came through the speaker, “I’ve been trying to reach you all day!”

   “Yeah,” I muttered through Marcel’s continuous kisses, “Some of us actually went to school, dumbass.”

   “If I’d gone, I would’ve puked on your desk.”

   I made my giggles apparent as Marcel let out a silent chuckle and moved his lips to the sensitive flesh of my neck.

   “Anyway, I can’t believe it!” she squeaked, changing the topic, “Harry Styles texted you!”

   “Yup,” I purred teasingly, working to silence groans, “Be jealous.”

   “I’m beyond jelly, V,” she said, “I’m like dying! I just can’t!”

   I let out a laugh before I was again silenced by Marcel’s mouth meeting mine. Though nothing besides kissing would happen, his hands were still touching the bare flesh of my back beneath my blouse.

   “You’re the luckiest person alive,” she shrieked, “I just…I can’t believe you get to see the vid before anyone else! Hey, do you think they’d let you bring a friend?”

   “Um, I don’t know,” I told her. Marcel’s warm lips fell back to my neck, “I’d have to ask the boys.” And a mouth was on mine again.