The Story of Two Vampires (Marceline x Marshall Lee)

A Sweet Night

This one is a bit spicy ;)

Enjoy~

Marceline couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be an everyday thing from now on. Suddenly meeting Marshall Lee throughout the days, constantly getting pestered to the point of ripping her own hair out. It just seemed like fate itself wanted them to meet, despite her wishes.

The dark haired girl eyed the vampire from her living room. She would have retreated to her own room, but she knew full well he would have followed, completely ignoring her "get-outs."

So, here they were, both on either sides of the loveseat. The TV was on, but Marceline couldn't bring herself to pay attention. The pictures were moving, but the sound wasn't going through. She felt as if her head was going haywire. Earlier incident played repeatedly in her mind. She could remember every moment, as if it were played frame by frame.

How his cool hand brushed softly against her cheek, his sweet breath tickling her nose, and not to mention his voice...

SHUT UP! She internally screamed while hitting the chair's armrest with her fist, making the immortal next to her jump.

"Uh, you okay there?" He casually asked, one eyebrow higher than the other. His arm laid comfortably on his chin, supporting his weight.

"This is all YOUR fault!" She vexed, seething with irritation.

"What did I do? I'm literally just watching TV... What? Am I being too quiet or something?"

"Yes!" She bluntly said without thinking.

"Ahh, then you want me to talk" he cooed with a slight smirk.

"Wha- NO!" Marceline didn't know what she wanted. His silence just makes things worse, but every time he talks, some sort of witty statement comes out. No matter what he does, he just always, somehow, gets under her skin. "You're so stupid!" The girl yelled, kicking his leg with one of her feet, only to get an ouch from the boy.

A simple chuckle escaped from his lips as he watched the girl squirm in her seat. "Wait, don't tell me... am I making you nervous?"

Nervousness. The female vampire began to wonder if that was the reason as to why she was so fidgety. If that were the case, then why was that so?

Why would an annoying guy like that make me so nervous? "... No!"

Marshall's grin grew wider as he watched her face distort. He knew some people were dense, but he didn't know they could be this dense.

"Was it about what happened earlier?" He proudly asked, taking advantage of the opportunity.

Marceline swore that he had to be the devil. If it wasn't for the fact that her dad was, he would have been her first thought. Horns practically lived on his head.

She bit her lip as sweat rolled down the side of her face. WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo? Her mind was repeating that question over and over again. It was in full panic mode. Normally, she would have already shot a come back, but earlier events already had her rattled to begin with.

"I- I- uh..." stutters spewed out as she attempted to talk. His grinning face, taunting her as she tried to assemble what was left in her mind.

The boy leaned forward, making Marcelines body retreat back, only to have her back hit the armrest of the loveseat. A blush started to form on her cheeks as her big round eyes watched his every movement.

Marshall Lee was enthralled by her beauty. It wasn't just the looks, but her reactions were amusing and her temperament attitude made things less boring to him. All in all, she was different, unique compared to anyone he has ever met.

He urged his way closer, slightly, but not fully hovering over her body. "Hey Marceline, you feel it too don't you?" He asked in a low tone.

"Feel w-what?" She whispered out with a gulp. Her heart was pounding so loud, she feared that he could hear it. The pace of her breaths getting quicker with every passing second.

"You know... this for example. You can't pretend that this doesn't happen every time we meet." He let out while his face growing ever so closer.

"T-that's because you keep p-pushing me into these types of situations!"

"You say that, but you and I both know that you secretly like it."

"What is that supposed to mean you idiot-" she blurted, only to stop midway, due to Marshall reaching out towards one of her strands of hair that had seemed go be out of place. He pushed if back behind her ear, slowly dragging his hand down to caress her jaw line.

His eyes locked on her scarlet colored orbs as he spoke, "Look... you can always push me away if you want me to stop." The dark haired boy began to close what was left of the gap that lied between them.

As if in instinct, Marceline held her breath and braced herself for what was about to happen. At that moment, Marshall took the chance to gently place his lips on hers, waiting for her to possibly push him away.

She was stunned for a moment, frozen in a blank state. Her eyes widened with shock, not knowing what to do. Little did she know, her body reacted differently. Her limbs slowly started to relax. It was then that the boy knew he was welcomed. A smile formed as he pushed a little harder, to deepen the kiss. Marceline then reciprocated, moving her mouth to the rhythm of his.

Her body felt as though lightning bolts were shooting from her head, all the way down to her toes. Her heart was pounding so fast, that she was sure it sounded like a motor boat. Her mind was at total bliss, no longer a slave to the stress that she was feeling moments ago.

Her arms reached out to wrap themselves around his neck, slightly pushing him towards her. Her fingers, tickling the back of his hair, making him wince in the process. His smooth skin, gently touching hers as he fondled her body.

The kiss went from being gentle to heavy in the next moment. It was like all that pent-up tension they endured for the past few days splurged out all at once.

They may be a few thousand years old, but they had the body and mind of normal 18 year olds. Working themselves up was something to expect in their age group.

Their breaths became erratic, thus leaving Marceline to groan followed by a gasp due to lack of air.

Marshall then gasped at the sound that she made, while realizing what was happening. "Stop." He pleaded as he pushed the girl away, cover his face with one of his hands.

Marceline sat there while taking in huge heaps of air with rose colored cheeks. Sweat glittered across her face. Her clothes were a mess, looking as though they have been tampered with.

Marshall took one look at her and whimpered, "Stop looking like that! It's taking everything I have to restrain myself!" He cried out, looking away.

The female vampire was shocked to say the least. He no longer had his typical cocky, playboy attitude, but rather a shy, red-faced guy, who was too embarrassed to look at her. She couldn't help but be amused, witnessing this side of him.

"You know... you can't make noises like that when ever you want to. I'm a guy, remember!" He pouted, taking a glance at the girl.

A guy, huh... She thought to herself. "You know, I guess you have a cute side for a guy who thinks he is 'all that.'" She taunted, making fun of his embarrassment.

Marshall just groaned as he pouted away next to her.

Ah, spicy indeed ;)

I felt that I had to incorporate a soft side to Marshall in this chapter. I feel like it builds up his character, rather than just sticking with his self centered attitude ^^

Let me know what you think!
Till next time guys~