Brown Eyed Boy✔ (Marah Chambers x Reader)

Chapter Five

The entire car ride was honestly quite mute.

Marah was sitting in passenger seat as I drove. He was sniffling, wiping his nose and shivering, complaining that it was cold. He had troubles keeping his tired brown eyes open, so he just twiddled his thumbs as James and Mark goofed off in the back, playing Mercy and whatnot.

Minus the occasional, "Mercy!" or "God, its f*cking cold," the ride was decent.

Marah definetly had a fever- who else could get cold in a car thats eighty four- no, wait, he just turned it up more- eighty seven degrees.

Once we got to the house, I shook Marah out of his tired daze and unlocked the car. The boys jumped out, but Marah slowly unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you," he mumbled, a guilty look on his face.

I pat his shoulder. "Its okay, but I need to get you inside the house. You really do look like death."

He nodded in agreement as I hopped out of the car, slamming the door shut and then locking the car when Marah wrapped his arm around me to support his weight.

"You poor thing," I said quietly, walking up to the house. I nibbled on my lip, tearing off the chapped skin while James and Mark waited impatiently at the door. "Its cold!" They both complained. I rolled my eyes, shoving the two out of the way.

I unlocked the door, and before I even opened it, the siblings pushed past me and ran onto the kitchen.

Typical.

I tugged on Marah's sleeve, walking him into the warm house. I sat him onto the living room couch, handing him the quilt that lied on the back of the cozy piece of furniture.

He smiled in thanks and I walked into the kitchen, stepping on a stool to reach the cabinet which in turn held the chicken noodle soup.

I grabbed in and set it down onto the counter as Mark and James watched, both eating a slice of pizza.

I pulled out a lot and filled it with water as I hummed, swaying my hips slightly to some unknown tune.

As I made the soup, the boys just sat there, continuously devouring the box of pizza. I growled in annoyance, saying, "Why dont you two make yourself useful and make the bed in the guest room upstairs? I'm sure you know where it is."

Mark whined, "But where will we sleep then?"

I snorted. "In the guest room."

James groaned. "We don't have to share a room with a sick person, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, Marah's sleeping in my room tonight, whether he likes it or not. Not only does my room have a restroom sort of built into it, I am the only one willing to actually clean up the fluids his stomach will release."

James stuck his tongue out at me. "You're just letting him stay in your room because he's cute!"

Mark snickered. "No, she's just a literal Mom. She takes care of everything."

I rolled my eyes once again, 'accidentally' swinging some boiling water their way and hitting them. They swore, screeching, but I just giggled.

"Go on," I waved them off, not turning to look at them.

A few minutes later, someone wrapped a slender arm around my shoulders. I stiffened a bit, then realized it was Marah.

I smiled at the closeness. "What's up, partner?" I asked in a very exaggerated southern accent. He snickered. "The ceiling," he replied, placing his chin on my shoulder.

I chuckled. "What are you doing up, kiddo? You obviously don't feel okay."

Marah sighed, his arms wrapping around my waist as he stuck his thumbs into my belt loops.

"I wanted to be near you," he mumbled, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

I blushed as well, biting my lip. "R-really?" I stuttered, suddenly very focused on stirring the soup.

"Mm," he moaned, sniffing, "that smells good."

I giggled. "That's good, your sinuses are clearing. That means you're already getting better."

"With you," he mumbled, burying his face into my neck, "I don't wanna get better. I just wanna stay here, like this."

I smiled softly. "You're so nice," I mumbled, tilting my head as he tickled my neck.

He did it again and I blinked, slowly realizing what he was doing.

He was kissing my neck.

He continued as I tried to sniffle some giggles and/or possible moans, biting my lip. He just tickles so much.

He slowly began to trail his lips up my neck, smiling as he did so. "You're quiet," he said, his lips tickling my jaw.

My hands gripped the the handle to the pot and the wooden spoon, my eyes fluttering.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered, breathless as he continued to kiss me.

"I- you- aren't you sick?" I asked, regretfully tearing away from him and spinning around.

I looked into his feverish deep brown eyes, which were filled with lust.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'm honestly drunk om coughing syrup," he joked quietly, "but its the only time I can actually overcome my anxiety and kiss your beautiful face."

I blushed, biting my lip.

Good God, just kiss me please.

He smirked cockily. "Sure, if you want."

My eyes widened. "Oh my god, did I just say that out loud?!"

He leaned in, his warm smiling lips brushing my cold ones, chuckling. "Yes, you did," he replied, his voice shaky and husky.

I lifted my arms, entangling my fingers in his soft, brown hair. He hugged my waist, pulling me into him as his lips met mine.

He started off slow, tender, inviting even. But the innocent kiss didn't last for long, as it quickly turned into a deep, passionate kiss. We continued like that, lip locked, until someone whistled.

"D*mn," James said, winking as me and Marah pulled apart, though our arms were still wrapped around each other.

"Even when she's sick, Marah? Really?" Mark shook his head in mock disappointment.

Marah flipped him off as I chuckled, stirring the soup.

James opened the fridge, pulling out four Sprites. "Anyone up for a game of Truth or Dare?"

My jaw dropped.

What the h*'ll?

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