Not What I Expected (A Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 35

My hand creeps into Marcel palm and he responds by entwining our fingers. I sigh and look at the black screen in front of us.

"So, what do we do now that our lives are so boring?" I inquire, more to myself than to him.

"Make them less boring. Or live them like this." his tone is flat, just like mine.

"How do you intend to do any of those two?"

"Well, I'm pretty experienced in living a boring life." I say nothing, so he continues. "Not that my life could be classified as boring right now. You're here..." he trails off, adding no emotion whatsoever to his voice. I'm fine with that though, I really am, his words alone are more than enough.

"Aren't you the charmer?" I poke his thigh playfully.

"No. You are." he turns his head to face me, the sunshine that is his smile threatening to invade his face. My heart starts to pound beneath his gaze and his compliment sinking in.

"If you're going to compliment me much further you're going to have to date a red-faced Delilah." I warn, and he lets the smile break free.

"Any kind of Delilah is beautiful." I look away, and I can hear a chuckle escape his lips. "And funny, and smart, and amazing, and charming, and perfect-"

He gathers my body in a tight embrace as I ask him to stop, my face on fire and my hands over my ears. He kisses me everywhere, adding more and more compliments to his list. When he finally stops, it's because his lips are stuck to my cheek, tickling my warm skin.

"I-" I begin to say what I want him to hear most, but then I remember it's not wise. It's not wise to tell him I love him, when I don't know what the future holds and wether he will fall in love with me, too.

"You?"

"I'm going to have to lock you in a room and keep you all to myself." the words roll off my tongue before I can think them through, and I only realize how weird it sounded after I finish my phrase. My eyes grow wide, and another wave of heat reddens my cheeks.

"You can't. I'll lock you first."

I watch him incredulously for a second, looking at his eyes. They're brighter than usual, and they're so, so beautiful. I focus back on his entirety.

"You're so cheesy." I remark, our faces only inches from each other. He pulls back his head a little, eyes slightly panicked.

"You think I'm cheesy?"

"Yes. But I love cheesy." I close the space between our lips, closing my eyes, too, and letting myself lost in the bubble of safety he created around me. He pulls my lower lip between his teeth and I squeal in surprise.

"Sorry." he grimaces. "Guess I didn't do it right." Although I know he did it right (fact proven by the tingles gathering in my lower region. Very intense tingles.) I raise my brow.

"Do you want to practice, Marcel?" I grin mischieviously at him, and he laughs at first, but then it fades into disbelief.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah." I shrug. "I like to kiss you so... Might as well kiss until we're perfect at it. Or, you know, until we're naked." I wink and he laughs.

"Ok." he agrees, not wasting any time to crash his lips to mine. The idea of 'practicing' vanishes completely the moment his tongue invades my mouth. I pull his head closer and closer, wanting more of his lips, more of his tongue. That perfect tongue of his... That tongue that creates magic in other places than my mouth, too. I pull away, pulling his lower lip as we established we'd practice. Giving me half a second to breathe, Marcel connects our lips back again, shoving his tongue back in my mouth.