Where Have You Been All My Life

9

- Marshall Lee's POV -

It was just a small accident, nothing more, nothing less. Something so small it shouldn't have changed anything between the Prince and I. But it did, and I didn't understand why.

Marcy had fallen asleep, surprisingly, and I was left alone. My thoughts killing me from the inside out. I looked down at her sleeping body, smiling fondly to myself. She was precious. Her long black hair sprawled across the blankets and the pillow, her mouth parted slightly as little adorable snores left her lips. I floated towards the bathroom sitting on the closed toilet seat. I ran a hand through my hair, once, twice and again for a third time.

"Why didn't he stop me? Things could've been so much different... for the better."

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Flashback

The moon shined luminously over Fiona's tree house type home. I didn't know what it was. I strummed a silent tune on my ax guitar and closed my eyes, the rain falling over my pale skin, soaking my body completely.

"Why must I check?"

I smiled, already knowing who the voice belonged to. "Prince Gumwad, is it?" I teased and gently dropped my guitar as his tiny hand grabbed the roof and he pulled himself up, ours eyes making direct contact.

"Thats Gumball to you," he corrected and stood to his feet, wiping his clothes.

"Right, Goofball," I laughed and floated towards him, "why are you up here late at night?"

"I should ask you the same."

"I do want I want Gumster."

"Gumball," he corrected again and sighed, "Cake sent me because she heard something and didn't want to get her hair wet."

I nodded.

"You?"

"I felt like it," I simply replied and sent him a wink, "that's all."

His cheeks became flushed and I saw his smile falter slightly. 'Go have fun Marshall', I thought. I shrugged and touched the roof, walking closer to him. He didn't move or speak until our lips were inches apart. "M-marshall."

"That's my name, don't wear it out," I winked.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting from mine to my lips. He then took a step back.

I smirked and grabbed his wrist, twirling him into my arms. I dipped him and placed a small kiss on his nose, I spun him again and then let him fall. His eyes widen with fear and confusion, something I found cute in some weird way. I dropped to my knees, crawling closer to him.

I bit my lip as I ran a hand through my soaked hair and then opened his legs and slipped in between, pressing our bodies together. My hands rested on both sides of his face, trapping him in his current spot. His breath hitched as I leaned in, closing my eyes.

"Marshall wait," he whispered, his voice barely auditable. I shook my head and pressed my lips to his, without hesitation he kissed back, wrapping his hands around my neck. Our lips molding perfectly and he tasted like cupcakes, and everything sugary. I pulled back slowly, catching his lips in an open mouth kiss. The sounds turning me on. Gumball gasped, "are you-"

"Call me daddy," I mumbled, turning my head to deepen the kiss. He moaned, allowing his hands to roam my body and slide under my shirt, grabbing my waist.

"Marshall," he moaned, digging his nails into my sides.

I growled and pulled back, realization hitting me hard like a slap to the face. I moved from my comfortable position and floated in front of him, eyeing him in fear. "I'm sorry, Gumball, I didn't mean to... all this... my glob."

"What do you mean?" He questioned, his voice soft.

"You know what I mean," I shouted and then looked away. "I'm sorry," I lifted higher into the air and floated away. I could hear Gumball's whines and screams of protest but I already screwed up. I knew if I went back I wouldn't be able to control myself, and we both knew it. This was for the best. He'd get over it, right?

Flashback ends

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"I have to talk to him," I whispered snapping out of my thoughts and back into reality. I grabbed a paper and pen, writing Marcy a letter to explain my absence when she awakes. I placed the note on the pillow beside her, placing a small kiss on her temple, making her smile in her sleep.

I ran down the steps and out the front door, flying to the kingdom. I have to make things right. Starting now.   

A/N: MARSHALL's SECRET IS OUT. I DEN SPILLED ALL THE TEA, AND IT WAS SCORCHING HOT.