marceline, that's too distasteful! (ydidueatmyfries) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-05-11 18:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | baelfire, marceline abadeer |
Who: Baelfire and Marceline
What: K-I-S-S-I-N-oops.
When: Friday, May 11th, late
Where: Marceline’s house
Warnings: ---
Status: Complete in gdocs
Marcy was emotionally exhausted after the party. Somehow it felt like work. Not that she didn’t love what she did, but more seemed to ride on its success to her this time than the other times she’d performed. She didn’t want to let Ororo down. She didn’t want to crash and burn in front of her friends. Marcy was thankful that Bae didn’t immediately ask for much from her, content to hang out at her place like any of the other nights before Friday. It wasn’t as though they were boring. The vampire queen was simply content. She liked his company. The pressure to entertain him or impress him whenever he came over faded slowly but surely. Not that she wasn’t prone to feeling insecure. While he was off going to school or doing interesting things, she was usually sleeping or working part time shifts at the record store (or now the record label, she supposed). Her sleep schedule was erratic. But usually when Marcy had feelings of not being enough or wrong or that it was stupid to let herself get so attached, she would find a way to bury the thought. Usually it involved kissing her boyfriend. Marceline tried to hide her mischievous grin, waiting until he wasn’t paying attention to turn invisible. Floating nearby she subtly combed his hair with feather light touches of her fingers to see how long it took him to notice she messing with him. Baelfire was falling into the routine rather comfortably. His mornings began just as the sun was rising, head into town to get his usual from Espresso Pump, before clocking in a few hours at the school. It varied from day to day as to how long he was at the University. And when that was over? He'd turn around and head back to Ronan's, working until sunset. After sunset it went one of three ways. He'd either hang out with Ronan and the others, visit the Odair house to spend time with his sister, or venture back to the Swan home to have dinner with his family. It was typically around nine or ten that he'd turn around and leave again, venturing off to visit Marceline. Most nights? He was staying until midnight before stumbling home to repeat the cycle. The amount of sleep he was getting these days was less than he was accustomed to but he didn't mind that so much. That was what his daily stop at Espresso Pump was for, wasn't it? He sat now on Marceline's couch, his third large coffee sitting on the floor by his feet, while he thumbed through his history book with uninterested eyes. Most nights, in her company, they just did their own thing. He liked being around her and didn't feel a need to be doing something at all times. Sure, hanging out at her house to do homework probably sounded insane to some. But it made sense to him and he thought she felt the same. Plus, they'd gone out and been social before retiring to the Ugly Pink House. He'd enjoyed hanging in the back and watching as Marceline played her gig at Ororo's thing. His head leaned forward after a few go throughs of her fingers in his hair. He shivered, now recognizing the touch, and feeling as though she was present even if he couldn't see her. He was good at being aware of things that couldn't be seen. Lost Boys and Island Natives had hid well in surroundings throughout his childhood, and there was of course the Shadow, too. His head turned to the side, hair falling in his eyes, as he brought the book to a close. It was shoved away and he lunged, hopefully, in the direction that she was in, intent on wrapping his arms around the invisible figure, wanting to pull her down to the couch with him. Marceline laughed, solid in his arms, and re-appeared. He was harder to mess with than most, but that was also what made it fun. She had barely touched him. Next time, she’d have to try something else. Throw things at him again, probably. “Nice one,” she said, before craning her neck up to kiss him. Her kisses were unlike the rest of her, careful and delicate. Because while Marceline might have been an adept shapeshifter, teeth were the hardest. She could make them smaller and larger pretty easily, but anything else was still, after nearly a thousand years of experience, hard to change. She hated having to be cautious, when he frequently inspired anything but caution. When his arms wrapped around her, and he could feel her form there even before she re-appeared, his head dipped forward to press his forehead against her shoulder blade, grinning widely. Then he turned his gaze upwards at her, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, before he'd shifted to meet the kiss she offered up to him. "I like when you touch my hair," he told her, cheeks a little flushed from the admission. If she'd tried to mess with him in another spot, or another way, it was possible he'd not have noticed. But that grabbed his attention easily. He unwrapped his arms from the bear hold he'd taken of her, but his hand moved to scoop up hers, suggesting with a gentle pull that she come down to the couch with him. “I like touching your hair,” she said between kisses with a smug grin. Marceline sank down onto the couch with him. Or, more accurately, on him. Just a complete coincidence where she landed. And since he mentioned hair, she let go of his hands once settled, to comb her fingers through it some more. And since she just happened to be there in his proximity, it seemed only right for there to be more kisses. And then for no reason at all they were laying on the couch. He didn’t really need to read that homework, right? It was the weekend. There was plenty of time. And this seemed somehow more important. Especially when she started kissing his jaw, or snaking her tongue against his ear, or kissing his neck, or his shoulder, or… And that was when that lack of caution bit them -- or more accurately, Bae, when Marceline’s canines just barely sunk in and pierced flesh. And despite not being the one bit, Marceline sat up quickly with a yelp. “Oh my glob, I’m so sorry!” Wider grins were offered between the kisses and he had to really try to real them in so he could focus instead on kissing Marceline. He didn't mind how coincidently she'd landed on top of him and instead, shifted, reclining back against the entirety of the couch with his neck craned up to meet her lips. Hands were moving to rest against shoulers and the small of her back. Anywhere really that he felt comfortable setting them. He pulled her closer to him so he could in turn press kisses against portions of her skin. This was all entirely new to him. Jenny and him barely did more than an occasional kiss, even though they'd lived together and occupied the same space during those initial months in Tumbleweed. And he'd not even gotten to kiss Posy. Homework really didn't seem important at all now. There was a moment where he winced and made a slight 'ah' sound, as her teeth had pierced his skin, but it wasn't really that painful. Not really. Just sudden and surprising. Of course, she was pulling back now and he frowned, pushing his upper body up some with his elbows against the couch. He brought one hand up to press against the spot. It felt tender now. It hadn't even drawn blood. Then he turned his attention back to her. "Hey, it's okay." Marceline had a lot of bravado about being a vampire, the daughter of a demon, but her halfway scared expression, waiting to see if Bae would be mad or disgusted or frightened, spoke volumes about what she really felt. She nodded her head as he reassured her, trying to feel relieved. “Sorry,” she said. She sank against his good shoulder, her fingers carefully touching the spot as if really needing to make sure he was alright. That he wasn’t just saying it or trying to appease her. Marceline wrapped her arms around his middle, needing to hold him for her own comfort. “I guess I need to get better at kissing,” she admitted with a blush. |