Phil Coulson (agentofsass) wrote in the100, @ 2016-04-01 09:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !storybrooke, flash thompson / agent venom (trn123), phil coulson |
Storybrooke: Edie/Marshall Backstory
Who: Marshall Cole (Phil Coulson) & Edie "Swift" Holmes (bb Flash Thompson)
When: Back in highschool, early senior year
Where: Holmes house
What: Marshall got dumped, Edie distracts him.
Status: Complete
Warnings: R / fade to black for sexy times
“You’re better off without her,” Edie grumbled from around a mouthful of popcorn from her spot sprawled across the couch. Maybe not the full truth. Edie had nothing against Roslyn. She was cool. Truth be told, she and Marshall were gag-worthy cute when they were together. Keyword were. Now she was cool except for the fact that she’d hurt Edie’s friend and made him a drag to hang out with. Just more proof that the dating thing wasn’t worth it. At all.
She nudged Marshall’s shoulder with her toe, the motion not much of a reach considering where he was sitting on the floor. “I’m going to keep saying it and every other standard bullshit until you smile. So get with the happy face.”
Marshall rolled his eyes and threw a piece of popcorn at her. "Come on, Swift, just stop it and let me wallow." Truth be told, he'd had it bad. Or well, as bad as a seventeen year old could have it. He had plans for after senior year and well, he'd kind of imagined Roslyn being part of those plans.
"Besides, there's still four more Fast and Furious movies to watch."
Edie groaned, her head falling back on the arm of the sofa. Her foot reached out again, gently feeling out his shoulder, then up to his neck to his face. Certain she wasn’t going to poke him in the eye or mouth or kick his nose, she planted her foot against his cheek and pushed lightly.
“Cooooooooooooooooole, you can’t sulk through Fast and Furious. It’s sacrilege. Not allowed. At all,” she whined. Sighing heavily, she brushed the piece of popcorn off her t-shirt and threw a few back at Marshall for good measure. “We need to find a way to cheer you up.”
"I am not sulking," Marshall pouted, turning his head and licking Edie's foot, which luckily didn't stink too bad. Thank goodness she'd showered after practice. Because no one should be exposed to field hockey feet. Talk about a weapon of mass destruction.
He leaned his head back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "It's Fast and Furious. It doesn't even require paying attention.."
Edie let out an undignified shriek as she pulled her foot back and sat up quickly. She scowled as the motion sloshed popcorn out of the bowl resting on her stomach. She tried to scoop up a handful of the spilled popcorn and tossed it at Marshall. “I didn’t say paying attention,” she said pointed out, sitting up more so she could lean over and look the boy straight in the face. “I said sulking. Paying attention is totally optional, but not if it’s because you’re sulking. Or moping. Or wallowing.”
Marshall dodged out of the way of some of the popcorn. "Hey! I do not sulk or wallow or mope or anything!" Okay, maybe he was being a bit mopey. "Maybe you're just obnoxiously happy or something.."
“Ha!” Edie rolled her eyes as she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. That was probably the first time she’d been called obnoxiously happy. Well, except if you counted showboating or partying too hard after winning a championship. “Maybe my ways of coping are better.” Although she knew plenty would disagree with that if the refs and girls at school were any indication. Ok, so what if she checked someone a little too hard. She hadn’t actually hurt anyone. And honestly, she sucked at math, but she knew that there were way more people than two on the ice hockey team. No way she could have made it through all of them by just fucking two. Even if there were plenty other hot members she wouldn’t mind if they were interested.
Including…
A sly grin spread slowly across her face. “Mary’s got a late shift tonight.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, which probably looked odd given their position. "So, what? Grab some beers from the fridge and have a Fast and Furious marathon?" He asked, giving her a sly look. Neither of them had a game in the morning, which was a rarity and meant they could actually relax a bit. And if he'd gotten red carded at the game today, well, it still didn't count as sulking.
Edie put the bowl of popcorn onto the empty seat of the sofa as she glared up at the ceiling. “She counts,” she grumbled before shrugging. “And I got a better idea anyways that won’t get the Mary’s sigh of disappointment treatment.”
It didn’t take much effort. Just a slide off the couch and a shift over so that instead of kneeling beside him, her knees settled on either side of his hips. Her arms rested on his shoulders, wrists crossing behind his neck. “Because we’ll so be done by the time she gets home, you’ll be feeling much better, and this better idea is definitely an approved form of not paying attention to Fast and Furious.”
His hands settled on Edie's hips, raising an eyebrow at her. "What are you smoking, Swift?" He asked. "You know I can pin you in under thirty seconds."
Even as he spoke, his fingers moved up to her waist to tickle her, knowing it was still a weakness of hers.
Edie squeaked and laughed, her body twisting to get away from his hands even as she stayed seated firmly on his lap. “Ah, Cole! So not fair,” she yelped. It took a moment of wrestling but she finally grabbed Marshall’s hands and pulled them far enough away to escape his fingers.
She didn’t stop moving though, even if she didn’t have to get away from the tickling. Especially since she now had two strong arms to help her balance. Lacing her fingers with his, she moved her hips with more purpose. A slow roll forward, just as slow rock back. Repeat on repeat. She’d stop if he vetoed the idea. She could take care of herself easily later, but she liked this a lot more when it was a team effort. “It better take you longer than thirty seconds,” she teased. “Isn’t soccer supposed to be about stamina?”
Marshall groaned as his body responded. Because really, what else was a seventeen year old supposed to do with a hot girl grinding on him. "Edie…" he groaned, giving her a look. "What the hell are you doing?"
They'd been friends for years, but this.. This was definitely not something they'd done before. After all, they'd grown up playing ice hockey together and while he'd always want her on his team, he wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation.
“Coping method,” Edie stated simply with a grin. Her voice came out just a bit husky, enjoying the pleasant warmth easing through her body as she rubbed against him. “Trust me, you’ll feel ten times better. Both during and after.”
Placing Marshall’s hands on her hips, she bit her lip and her eyes fluttered closed a second as she shifted. Oh yeah. That was a better spot to grind on… She traced her hands up Marshall’s arms, resting them back on his shoulders as she leaned her forehead against his. “We’re friends, yeah? I won’t make it weird. You don’t have to make it weird. We’ll both feel really good. Wins all over.” She raised an eyebrow. “Should I stop?”
His hips thrust up against her, hands sliding up under her shirt. "Minx." How the hell was he supposed to do anything, let alone think when she was doing that. He tilted his head, lips brushing against hers. "Don't stop."
He hadn't gone all the way, but he had fooled around a bit. He wasn't completely clueless as his hands slid up under her shirt, cupping her breasts. "Fuck, Edie… are you sure?"
A long sigh wooshed out, her body melting down into his hands as her hips stuttered in some quicker, appreciative grinds before slowing back to that leisurely teasing rock. Running her hands over his shoulders, she nodded before brushing her lips against his, a smug smirk quirking the corner of her mouth up. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I wasn’t,” she pointed out before giving him another quick peck. “So, which play, Marsh? Quick and dirty here? Or bit more time but just as dirty in my room?”
He grunted as she rocked on his hips, barely able to contain himself. You'd have to be crazy not to think Edie attractive, with the blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slapshot better than half the guys in Maine. "Depends if you want to keep watching or not.." Marshall said. The bed would be comfier for sure, but she was warm and on his lap and he rocked under her, gently massaging her breast. "Part of me is too lazy to move…"
Edie breathed out a soft content murmured, her temple resting against Marshall’s as her lips nudged at his cheek. “Need to turn ‘round to watch,” she pointed out. Which definitely could be just as fun, but she had no intention of moving right this moment. Not when they had a good rhythm going. Him meeting her and pushing up just right against her, even through his pants and her gym shorts. Just perfect to keep revving up that low thrum of warm happy goodness with just the right little bit of frustration. Enough to keep her really wanting more without being at that point where ripping his clothes off was the only option. Not that she wouldn’t mind his clothes off, but… again. That required moving and she liked where she was and where his hand was. “Mmm… just keep doing that… move later when we need a condom.”
"Mmmm.. forget watching then.." He mumbled against her lips, kissing her as he thrust up against her, one hand sliding over the thin shorts. His thumb found her nipple, rubbing it as his teeth tugged at her lower lip. He tugged her shirt upwards, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor before ducking his head and taking a nipple into his mouth, not quite processing her words. She couldn't be serious, right?
Her arms went up, giving no resistance to the t-shirt coming off. Her hands fell to Marhsall’s head, her fingers twisting through his hair, spiking it up at odd angles. Edie arched her back and spread her knees farther apart to get a deeper, but shorter rock going. “Fuck…” she whimpered. She’d be in super big trouble if Mary came home from her shift early and found her topless. Ok, she’d be in trouble too for just being found in his lap like before, but they could easily get ‘respectable’ quick if they heard something while like that. Not so much now, but really, that just made it hotter. Plus she couldn’t really care with his mouth doing that. One hand staying in his hair, the other moved down over his chest and torso, tugging up his shirt enough to run her nails over his abs. “Shit, yes, Marsh… feel so good…”
Marshall pulled back, holding his hands up to give Edie better access and let her take the shirt off. At the change in angle, his hips bucked up. "Swift… you little minx.."