Fade {Harry Styles}

chapter 17

Marcel and Kelsey stumbled unsteadily down the hallway of the apartment building. Marcel struggled to keep his head on straight while Kelsey’s hands roamed up and down his torso with drunk intentions. Her feet scraped repeatedly against the carpeted floor as Marcel half carried her to her apartment door. 

Once they reached the threshold, Kelsey signified a sudden burst of strength and steadiness by turning Marcel around so his shoulder blades dug into the wooden barrier. She stood on her tippy-toes to thirstily press her lips against his, which he happily followed suit.

Her fingers explored Marcel’s hair, causing the slicked tendrils to become tangled between her digits. His hands found themselves at the base of her spine, arching her back so her front was more fully pressed up against his torso. She could feel her quickened heartbeat, as well as hear his own drumming in his ears. 

Her lips were soft, just as he had imagined they would be. There was no word to describe how he felt about her kisses. They could be classified as marvelous, warm, and gratifying, but none of them fully captured how he felt in that exact moment. They were soft and delicate, but demanding and hungry within the same instant. All he knew for sure was that he wanted more.

"You know," Her breath tumbled against his lips in staggered huffs. "My place looks even better on the inside."

"I bet is does." Marcel smirked, allowing his departure from her long enough for her to let them in to her home. 

She wanted him, all of him. Her thoughts swirled with the buzzing alcohol pulsing its way through her body with every fast paced heartbeat. She wanted his lips, which were swollen already due to her eagerness. She wanted his touch, forceful and commanding. And she also wanted tonight, just the two of them with all the time in the world.

He was giving her exactly what she wanted, and he knew it too. He would grab her waist and pull her close, forceful, just like she wanted. But he would brush his lips against hers to arouse feelings of tension and impatience in Kelsey’s mind before he would crush his mouth to hers.

Marcel let Kelsey lead him to the bedroom. Her room was red, a passionate color, with a white queen sized bed in the center of the room. He wasn’t able to capture any more details before Kelsey was on him again. His back was to the bed and she pushed him with the palms of her hands against his chest. He liked that her eyes never left his, the gray orbs sparkling with excitement. She was read for him.

His calves collided with the bed frame and he fell onto his back on top of the white duvet. His eyes fluttered shut as Kelsey’s lips came down on his. She tasted like heaven. He didn’t know how, but she just did. It was marvelous. 

She was on top of him, but not for long. He used her smaller size to his advantage, and flipped her over so he was in the dominant position. Breath tumbled from the brim of his mouth, blowing Kelsey’s hair away from her face slightly. 

She reached for the hem of her shirt, readying to strip the fabric from her torso, but Marcel stopped her. Her hands became pinned to the sheets near her head by his much larger, not to mention, stronger ones. The bed dipped on either side of Kelsey’s torso due to Marcel’s knees being positioned there.

He had her right where he wanted her.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as she awaited for whatever Marcel was compelled to do next.

He positioned his lips near her perked ear, suddenly soft, and whispered something that Kelsey was not expecting at all.

"It’s time for bed now, Kels."

Her eyes slowly opened, disbelief hidden in the crevices of her face. She struggled to sit up due to Marcel’s weight pinning her to the bed. He knew he wasn’t hurting her, he was just using his strength to his advantage. “What? No, absolutely not!” She pressed. Marcel smiled down at her. She looked so cute when her bottom lip was puckered in a pout. “I think yes.”