At My Wit's End

Ch. 10 Some Time.

Carly's POV

It was morning. The sun began to wash over my face through the curtains of my bedroom. I turned over and saw that the spot beside me in my bed was empty. I got up, pushed my stray hairs out of my face and rubbed my tired eyes. I put my bra and panties back on, and slid into my silk robe. There was some commotion going on in the kitchen, and the sounds of pots and pans clinking together made their way down the hallway. I could feel my heart swell. Marshall had stayed.
Either that, or an intruder really wanted to cook for me.
I made my way around the corner and into the kitchen area, and saw the BEST sight ever.
Marshall was cooking breakfast in the nude. He had even made Louie a bowl of food and some milk.
"Good morning," I giggled, blushing bright red at seeing Marshall naked cooking me breakfast.
He turned around and grinned, still scrambling eggs the entire time.
"Good morning, beautiful. Why don't you get your cute little butt over here and tell me if these eggs are any good."
I walked over towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss him. He fed me a bite of egg, which was a little overcooked, but I gave him a thumbs up and tried my best to keep it down.
"You didn't have to make breakfast, babe."
"You hate them, don't you?" He asked me, sounding defeated, much to my dismay.
I shook my head, "No, I don't hate them. They're just.. Not very good."
Marshall smiled and kissed my forehead gently before returning back to his culinary mishap to throw it away.
"I'm not a very good cook. I just really wanted to make you breakfast in bed."
I took my robe off and put it on the chair by the table, stopping Marshall from cleaning up to have all of his attention on me.
He looked over with a huge grin, saw me in nothing but my bra and panties, and picked me up into his arms to kiss me. He held me for a few seconds and I could feel him slowly getting harder and harder down there. Marshall sat me down on the kitchen counter and put himself in between my legs.
Just as he was going to unhook my bra, the door swung open, revealing none other than the Queen of barging in at the worst times, Violet.
"Carly, you have to see this!"
I thought Marshall was literally going to fall flat on his face when he heard the door swing open. Even moreso when he figured out it was my best friend.
"Oh my god!!! I'm so sorry! I am SO sorry!"
Marshall grabbed the kitchen towel that was sitting on the counter, and quickly covered himself up so that Violet could no longer see his goodies.
"I gave you that key for emergency purposes only!!" I yelled at her before standing in front of Marshall to hide as much as I possibly could.
"Well, this is a bit of an emergency..." she replied, handing me her phone so that I could see what she meant.
"Kim Scott Mathers: 'I Can't Believe He's Dating Someone the Same Age as Our Daughters!' Marshall, how does she know about us??"
"She must've seen pictures of you guys on the Internet. They're all over the place," Violet replied, trying not to look directly at Marshall.
"Oh shit," I mumbled, pulling my hair back into a ponytail. "Shit, I forgot all about those."
He stood there very quietly, looking absolutely terrified. I thought he was pale before, but now, he was as white as a sheet.
"Go put your clothes on..." I sighed as I grabbed my silk robe to put it back on.
He took off to the bedroom to change and I stood there eyeing Violet, trying to burn holes into her skin. If there was ever a time to find out I had super power laser eyes, the time would be now.
"You have to tell me everything, oh my god."
"Can it wait until he leaves at least, Violet? Geez."
She made her way into the living area and sat down on the couch, excitedly waiting to hear about my sexual escapades. It was hard being her friend sometimes.

Marshall came back out, fully dressed this time, with his wallet, phone, and keys in hand.
"My phone died, so that explains why my publicist and manager haven't contacted me."
He shoved his wallet and phone in his pocket and kept his keys in his hand.
"I gotta go take care of this. I'll call you when I can," he told me, before kissing me gently and heading for the door.
"I love you, Carly."
I smiled and folded my arms together at my chest.
"I love you too. Be careful."
"Bye, Violet," He said, looking at my friend in the living area. He gave her a small wave, probably because anything else was just too awkward.
"Bye, Marshall," she smiled, reciprocating the goodbye gesture.
"It was good to see you. I just wish I would've had underwear on."
Violet chuckled, and flung her hand in his direction like it was nothing. No shame.
"Very nice, by the way."
He laughed, mostly to himself, and waved goodbye to me.
Marshall walked out the door, and closed it, leaving me behind with all the butterflies in my tummy going crazy.
"He loves you!!!!" Violet said excitedly, jumping up and down like crazy. "He loves you! He loves you!!!"
I couldn't help but blush and laugh, because Marshall had shown me that he was serious about this, and us, because why would he have told me that he loved me in front of Violet if he didn't mean it?
"You have to tell me what happened last night."
I walked into the living room to sit down next to my best friend on the couch, and spilled the beans of my night of pure bliss.
"Well, after dinner, I asked him to come home with me, and he did," I told her confidently. "We tried to watch a movie, but we couldn't stop talking to each other. And then.. it just happened."
Violet looked like she was literally going to explode in her seat with excitement.
"Well, he's obviously got size going for him," she said, eyes wide open like she was replaying the whole event over again.
"Does he know how to use it?"
I nodded and tried not to giggle at the embarrassment that came with talking about sex. Don't get me wrong, I was totally okay with talking about sex with literally anyone, but it was different when you were talking about sex with someone you really love. In my entire life, I have only had one night of pure unadulterated fun with a stranger. I was incredibly drunk, and I don't remember much, but I know for sure that we had sex. I woke up the next day on his couch with a note that said