Eminem Fan Fiction Shorts II

Marshall's Mystification

"Um, Marshall?" Sarah asked, looking at me with an oddly shy expression on her face. We were sitting in a cafe on a Saturday afternoon. It was a few days short of a month since my birthday party, and things were going well.

"Yeah?" I asked as I drank my coffee.

My schedule had been a little hectic, so most of our time together had been the random hour here or there. We kept up with video calls and texts, but it wasn't as good as seeing her in person was. It was driving me crazy, but I'd rather have an hour with her in the middle of the afternoon than not see her at all.

"Are you sure we should be dating?" She asked, her words dousing me with an icy dose of confusion.

"The fuck you mean?" I asked, frowning. She bit her lip and looked away, glancing out the cafe window.

"It's just, you're really busy and I get it, but do you really want to split your time up like this?" She asked, still not looking at me. Instead, she looked down in her cup, staring at the liquid so like her eyes.

"If you're not down, Sarah-" I started to say and she looked up, her eyes wide and a little hurt. Why the fuck was she hurt?

"No, it's not-" she cut herself off and put her coffee on the table, shaking her head. "Forget I said anything." She muttered as she started to get up, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair. I stood, more bewildered than ever.

"Sarah," I said and she gave me a sad smile and shook her head.

"No, really, Em." She said as she started toward the door, tossing her cup in the bin. "You only had a couple more minutes before you had to go, so we should probably clear out of here."

I followed Sarah out of the door, running the conversation and what I'd seen in her eyes through my head. It was clear as day that something was wrong, but I needed more information - I needed something to help me figure it out so that I could deal with it. As we made it out to her car, she turned back to me with that sad look in her eyes again and I couldn't fucking stand it.

I pushed her up against the edge of the car lightly, trapping her in with my body as I raised her face with both hands. I searched her eyes, but they weren't giving me any more clues. She bit her lip and I leaned down, tugging at it with my teeth before I placed my lips on hers.

There was something bittersweet about Sarah's kiss today. As her lips moved against mine, it almost felt like she was slipping away. It was roiling anxiety deep in my guts, making my own kiss desperate and needy. When I lifted my head, it was to stare in her eyes.

"I need you to fuckin' talk to me." I said quietly, begging her to help me understand what was going on. I thought we were good - not perfect, because of timing and schedules, but not on the edge of what it felt like was happening right now.

Sarah took a shaky breath and closed her eyes. When she opened them, I could see the uncertainty and self-doubt I was feeling shining back at me. Just what the fuck was going on?

"You kiss me, and hold me, but, you don't-" She cut off, looking down at my collar. My brows came together as I thought about her words, the light bulb turning on over my head like I was in a fucking cartoon.

"You think I don't want you?" I asked, disbelief making my voice raise.

Sarah closed her eyes, still not looking into mine. She didn't need to, though. It was there on her face. Somehow or another, she'd come to the crazy ass conclusion that I didn't want to fuck her on every available surface whenever she was within ten feet of me.

"Well, your reputation is that you move quick and," she took a breath in before continuing, "we aren't moving anywhere near quickly. Back then, when you asked if I thought I had a shot, you gave me this look. I didn't think you meant it. But then, nothing was happening and my friends started getting in my head and ugh. Just, can we let it go?" She begged as her eyes finally came to mine.

"No, we can't let it go." I responded, shifting one hand to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, just above her collar bone, while the other moved to her hips to pull her tight against me.

"I'm fucking failing if you don't realize how insane you drive me - how every time I'm near you, I imagine what it would be like to run my tongue from your collar bone," I stated as a ran a fingertip over it, "down to your navel." Sarah's eyes widened, darkening on my words.

"I spend every night thinking about the smell of your hair and how much I want that smell on my pillows. How much I want your hands on my body. Making you laugh is one of the highlights of my day, Sarah, but I can't tell you how much better I've imagined making you moan would be." I admitted, staring deeply into her eyes.

"The timing has been shitty, no doubt." I conceded. "But that's all it has been. I didn't want the first time for us to be rushed. I want to have the whole fucking weekend to explore every inch of you." I told her, watching as her eyes searched mine. She nodded, the hurt I'd seen earlier disappearing, but some doubt remaining.

"You'd tell me, though, right? If you didn't-" I cut off her words, tired of talking. Now that I knew what the problem was, I knew I could fix it.

So, I pushed against her again, letting my hips and arms settle into and around her as I commanded her lips. Everything in me went into this kiss. I needed her to feel the fire that she sparked.

I felt her hands slip under my shirt, the soft touch of her fingers on my bare skin coiling the muscles in my back in reaction as I groaned into her mouth and demanded more. I gave no reprieve, sliding my tongue against hers, nipping at her lips, demanding her responses.  Time and again I returned to her lips, savoring her like a delicacy in one kiss and punishing her lips with force the next. When I raised my head, it was only to run my mouth over her neck, sucking some of the skin in between my teeth to bite her slightly and then laving the spot to soothe it.

Sarah whispered a moan as I found a particularly sensitive spot on her neck and I smiled against her skin in satisfaction before I devoted myself to it. Her hands were clutching at me now, my arms and the car behind her holding her up as she sighed into the air.

"Hm, Marshall," she said softly, her desire deepening her voice to a husky quality that had my cock aching.

"Don't you ever think I don't want you, Sarah." I said against the skin near her ear as I pushed myself into her, grinding my hips to hers.

When I pulled back to look in her eyes, I saw them shining with passion and adoration, the sight easing the tension that had built in my chest.  I'd forgotten the golden fucking rule of dating someone - that she needed to feel desired or her head would go places that you'd never have guessed and those places were never good. I wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Come home with me."