All My Sins

An ivy

The next day Maureen woke up from a deep kind of sleep that she had not had in what seemed like a long time. And she was glad not to be home.
She let her legs slide off of the surface of the bed and put her feet on the floor. It was then that she noticed her feet. Medical tape had been wound around them. There were no dirty bandaids layered over top of each other. These bandages were clean and wound with care. She concluded that it must have been Marshall's doing. Then, she thought back to the night before, making a fool of herself with Marshall.
Her makeup weighed heavily around her eyes, and she became startled when upon her turning into the bathroom, she ran into Marshall shaving. While his back was turned to her, she could see his face in the mirror, his jaw jutted out so that he would not miss any patches of stubble. No shaving cream, just a sink full of steaming water and a few stray droplets sliding down his face.

"Good morning." She said nervously.

It would have been a lie for Marshall to have said that he was not already wound up from the night before. That he had not forced himself to fall asleep, because it was the only thing keeping him from going back into the bedroom. The half of her hair that was up had gone loose over night and though her makeup was slightly smudged it looked just as good. She seemed more like herself.
He dried his face off, then took heavy and very certain steps toward her, and grabbed her face between his hands and pulled himself down to her lips.

Maureen could taste the strong and cold mint of his breath on her lips and feel the smoothness of his upper lip. All too fresh and livening to stop.

She pressed her mouth hard against his with the intent of indicating her wantonness.
While their kiss was intense and heavy, it was slow and hazy, as if they were both trying to stop time in the moment. They fed off of each other's rapid breathing. As he backed her into the hallway and their focuses were lost in the midst of their kiss, their legs seemed to give out and they sank to the floor together, lips never parting. Marshall leaned back against the hallway wall and Maureen sat in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her back and forced her body closer to his.

Before things might have been able to escalate any further, there was a loud knock at the door of Marshall's apartment.

If the disturbance had not startled the both of them so, they might have carried on with their kiss. And the absence of his lips on hers made Maureen curious as to what might have happened if the moment had lasted longer. She wished she would have run her hands underneath his shirt and up his bare abdomen when she had the chance. Alas, she just watched the beautiful frame of his chest rise up and down in the steaming aftermath of their kiss.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." Marshall huffed and Maureen could not help but giggle at the fact that he too was aggravated with the interruption.

"Wait in here..." He said helping her up, and making his way towards the door.
Marshall adjusted what was now an uncomfortable inconvenience in his pants. He opened the door to Proof and Porter once again.

"Man... what the fuck y'all doin' here?"

"C'mon, man, I know yo dumbass didn't forget we were goin' out tonight. Gotta check out who ya competition for tomorrow is." They welcomed themselves into his apartment and sat down in the living room.

"Shit man... Uhhh..." Marshall scratched at the back of his neck and thought about Maureen sitting in his bedroom,
"Look, guys, I don't know if I'ma go out tonight. Just not feelin' it."

"C'mon, Slim. Whatever two guys go on tonight, neither of 'em are gonna be able to beat ya next weekend. You don't got nothin' to worry about. But we oughta go and just see what's up." Proof pushed.