Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 16

*Explicit content warning. Skip this chapter if you don't like reading these kind of things. :) Also you could listen to Claude Debussy-Claire de Lune (from the beginning). I'm sorry it's so short, I didn't want to ruin it by adding other details. Enjoy, and thank you so much for still being here! xx*

I step inside the quiet and dimly lit apartment, throwing my keys on the small table beside the door. I take my shoes off, feeling relieved as my feet touch the floor.

I walk over to the window, the effect of the alcohol wearing off already. Outside, the street lights are glimmering, and the palm trees are creating strange shadows on the paved street. There are no cars, and no pedestrians either.

It's so quiet and peaceful. I open the window, and the warm breeze creeps in the room. It feels like a summer night.

I zone back in when I hear a soft knock on the door. Marcel pushes the door open, and I quickly walk over to him, grabbing both of his cheeks and... stopping myself from kissing him. Instead, I put my arms around his neck and lay my head on his chest. He pulls me close, both of his hands pressed against my back. I let go.

''Thank you. For coming.'' I say as quietly as possible, not wanting to break the serenity of the night.

''Don't thank me.'' he replies.

I stroll over to the couch as he takes his coat and shoes off. I sit cross legged on the couch, and when he comes, he sits down, one leg on the floor and one leg underneath himself. I stare at the black screen of the T.V. in front of me, but he stares at me.

Slowly, he grabs the back of my neck, and presses his lips to mine. I close my eyes, and enjoy the feeling of his soft lips, and his tongue grazing slowly against mine. He pushes me down gently, disconnecting our lips for a quick breath.

He tastes of cherries, and goosebumps start to form on my heating skin. Taking my hands off his chest, I remove his glasses and put them on the coffee table. But he keeps kissing me lazily, and his tongue moves in a way that makes my pulse uneven.

And then, he kisses me one more time on the lips, and proceeds to remove my dress, his knuckles touching my skin, forming sparks. When I'm left in my bra and panties only, I feel a wave of insecureness wash over me, and I pull him by his collar to kiss him again.

He pulls away, and instead, kisses me on my cheek, then on my jaw, and neck and shoulder. I watch him helplessly. He looks up at me, smiling beautifully, his green eyes shimmering. He takes my hand, and kisses the back of it, and my palm, and all of my fingers, leaving them numb. He goes back to my collar bone, and kisses me all the way down to my bra. I begin to shake.

My muscles tense, not only in anticipation of my bra coming off, but from the feeling of his lips in all the places no other pair of lips have ever touched before. It's amazing. He moves his hands under my back, and I arch it a bit, allowing him to unstrap my bra. He pulls it off my arms, his forefingers tracing them, making me shiver. I shut my eyes again, I can't handle being seen topless.

He places a kiss between my breasts, and moves down on my stomach, to my belly button. He stops, and I'm so glad he does. He places his lips to my ear.

''Are you sure, beautiful?'' he whispers, and I gulp, nodding. Never have I ever imagined it would be Marcel, but I wouldn't want anyone else to be my first time.

He moves back down, and moves my legs apart from each other with his big warm hands. He places kisses from the side of my knee, on my inner thigh, all the way to my panties. He moves back up to kiss me on the lips. I grab the hem of his shirt to try to delay everything, and tug it over his head.

His body is so muscular, and I want to kiss every bit of it like he did mine. But I can't right now. I move my shaking hands to his pants, unbuttoning them. He takes them off swiftly, and I can see his erection thorugh his black boxers. God.

Marcel hooks his fingers on both sides of my panties, and tugs them down. I shut my eyes again, getting turned on beyond my imagination. When I open my eyes, he's searching for something in his discarded pants. Right, a condom. I almost giggle at the thought of him carrying a condom around.

He takes both of my wrists, and makes me pull his boxers down. And I bite my lip when his hard-on comes out. He tears the condom packet open, and asks me to help him put it on. I know nothing about this. He guides my hands as the condom rolls onto his length, and I can hardly breathe.

He leans over me again, face inches from mine. I feel his tip against my core, and when he pushes into me slowly, I feel tears prickle at my eyes. It hurts so much.

He cups my cheek in his hand, and kisses me to absorb my whimpers. He pushes into me slowly and it is a horrible mix of pain and pleasure.

''It's okay, baby.'' he repeats again and again, kissing my closed eyelids. I hang on to his biceps, as moans of pleasure and cries of pain escape my throat.

He pushes in and out of me slowly, making me feel fragile and so breakable. With the hand that isn't holding the small of my back, he's wiping off my tears, and brushing my hair off my face. He's sweaty and so am I, but the way he looks, with a concentrated frown and lips slightly parted, makes me feel a hole in my stomach. He's so utterly beautiful. He speeds up his pace, and pleasure conquers pain, a feeling of euphoria coming over me.

''Marcel!'' I try to scream, but it only comes out as a whisper. He starts moaning too, and gosh aren't his moans sexy.

All of a sudden, I feel like I can't move anymore. Marcel leans down to kiss me again, and all the energy is drained from my body. All I can do is pant. He shouts loudly as he comes, and images of me doing dirty things to him flash through my mind.

Panting, he leans down and kisses me deeply, softly, like he feeds of my kiss, and needs my lips to move with his. I pull him closer, and I'm feeling dizzy from the lack of air. But I breathe him, and he breathes me.

After he removes the condom, he lies down next to me. It feels strange, lying naked so close to him. He grabs the blanket from the side of the couch and covers us both. He encircles my waist, and burrows his face in my hair. It feels like the perfect moment to say 'I love you'.

''Are you ok?'' Marcel asks me, and the fact he's so careful warms my heart.

''It was perfect. You are perfect.'' I say before I can think.

''I've been told that before.'' he jokes, and I try to turn around to face him.

''Wait, you weren't a... virgin?''

''Um, no...''

I blush so deeply, I'm grateful it's dark. I can't believe he wasn't a virgin! So he knew what it should've been like. I hope I wasn't bad. Marcel squeezes me.

''You were amazing, kitten.'' he tells me, answering my question, and my stomach does a backflip at the nickname.

I turn my whole body around, so our chests can meet and our legs can tangle. I kiss him.

''Thank you.'' I say.

With the warmth of his body and his soft hands keeping me safe, I drift off to sleep, dreaming one of the most beautiful dreams.