"Don't go." I tell Marshall as he puts his clothes back on.
I squeeze out my hair and towel dry it briefly before putting my bra back on. I dress quickly hoping to beat him to the door before he can leave.
"No I gotta go before your mom gets back." He tells me and zips up his jeans.
"She won't be back for a while." I contradict. "She always calls first."
"Aw c'mon Rach she's only met me like twice. I don't want your mom to think we did it." He admits.
"But we did do it."
He looks up after lacing his shoes. His eyes are light and soft. They're beautiful. They could quite possibly my favorite eyes in the world. He stands and walks over to me.
"Why don't you come by later?" He asks.
"Well what are you doing today?" I ask him, wondering why he's in such a rush to leave.
"I gotta take care of some things. I'll pick you up later okay?"
He presses a light kiss on my lips. And just like that, he's gone. I hear the downstairs door close and I look out my window as he drives off toward his apartment. Well here I am. I sit back down on my bed and let the fact that I just had sex with Marshall sink in. Every moment I think about it I feel a stupid smile creep onto my lips. I can still feel him all over me. I love feeling close to him. My thoughts were not so nicely interrupted by a text from my mom.
Mom: Hello sweetie coming home now. I'm gonna make lasagna for dinner unless you have plans already. Georgia and the girls from the club are coming over to scrapbook and watch the new episode of Desperate housewives. See you soon xx.
I rolled my eyes at the thought of moms friends from her book club coming over. I never understood their obsession with George RR Martin and Desperate Housewives. The two are not anywhere close to the other. Plus how can I sit in a room with a bunch of old women when all I can think about is Marshall inside of me and how much I want him again. A shiver rippled up my spine as I remembered the feeling. Enough. I told myself. Go set the table.
***
I set the last plate on the table as mom walked in the door. She carried two grocery bags and I greeted her by taking one and assisting her to the kitchen. Mom jabbered on about the scandal at the store of there being no more flour while my thoughts were drifting back to Marshall.
"Rachel are you even listening?" She asks.
"What?" I respond half heartedly.
"Oh never mind just finish putting these away I have to go get changed." Mom exited the kitchen leaving me with two bags of food to put away.
I put away most of it when my phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. A text. My heart started beating like crazy. I hope its from him. To my liking, it is from Marshall.
Marshall: thinkin about you
A text bubble indicated that he was typing. My eyes widened at the sight of his next text.
Marshall: naked...
My eyes were scanning the text over and over again. How am I supposed to respond to that? My lower region began to tingle with the thought of Marshall thinking about me naked. My phone vibrated again with Marshall's third text.
Marshall: you're so sexy.
My heart is about to jump out of my chest. What is he doing. I don't know how to sext. My brain ran through all the possible options for a response. I run up the stairs (forgetting about the groceries) after deciding that a photo is a decent response. Fishing around in my underwear drawer I find what I am looking for. A black Lacey thong that would drive Marshall crazy. I lay the lingerie on my bed and snap a shot before sending it to him. A response comes almost immediately.
Marshall: I want to rip those off you and claim what's underneath
My subconscious moans. This conversation is very arousing and I find myself lost on what to say again. I want him to tell me what else he's going to do.
Me: anything else you want to do to me?
Marshall: I'm gonna give it to you so hard you can't walk tomorrow
Now we've transitioned from 'I want' to 'I'm gonna'. Holy shit. He's gonna give it to me! My heart is jumping in my chest. I lock my phone and set it on the counter. I'm going to make him wait. My thoughts get interrupted yet again, but this time by a knock on the door. Oh no. Mom's friends. I rolls my eyes and walk over to the door already knowing this is gonna be a long night. I take a deep breath before opening the door. I'm swallowed with hugs from women I've never met before as they flood into our living room. Mom comes rushing down the stairs as soon as she hears them.
"Hello ladies!" Mom exclaims. "Come to the kitchen I'll get the iced tea."
All of the women migrate into the kitchen and I am left alone. Fuck. My phone is in the kitchen. It can stay in there.
"Rachel come help!" Mom calls.
Reluctantly I walk into the kitchen. Moms friends are crowded around the island laughing over glasses of iced tea. My phone is in the center and I can see that I have two texts from Marshall. Getting it would be a nightmare. I stare at my phone with longing eyes as mom thrusts a pan of lasagna into my hands. I bring it over to the table, followed by the herd of old women. As I begin to backtrack to the kitchen I am bombarded with questions.
"How old are you?" One asks. "Is there a man in your life?" And other says. "You're very skinny maybe you should eat something!"
"Um 18." I frantically answer. "Yes. Well kindof. And um no thank you I think I'm eating with a friend tonight."
"A friend? What friend?" Mom asks, cutting up her pasta.
"I'm eating with Marshall tonight mom." I say harshly. You're the one who made me go out with him in the first place.
"Marshall?" Mom raises a brow. "I thought you didn't like him." She takes a bite. "Oh girls, Marshall is Rachel's boyfriend."
"He is not my boyfriend." YET.
My body inches towards the kitchen as mom engages in a heated conversation about the latest Game of Thrones book. I sprint to my phone and unlock it. The texts are from twenty minutes ago.
Marshall: I'm outside let's go.
C'mon I haven't got all night ;)
I smile down at my phone and grab my bag from the kitchen counter. I wave at mom as a signal that I'm leaving but she doesn't seem to notice. Whatever. I open my front door and see him standing against his car door with his arms crossed over his chest. He's wearing dark jeans and a black t shirt with his dogtags. His usual. I power walk to him and immediately dive in for a kiss.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"Wherever you want." He says with a smirk. "But I know what we'll be doing after that."
He opens the car door for me and I climb into the passenger seat. He runs around to the other side and sits in the driver seat. The engine roars to life and he speeds down the road. I'm staring at him. Studying his face as he drives. He glances over at me and his eyes widen.
"Quit biting your lip." He demands. "I'm trying to drive. It's very distracting." His eyes turn back to the road.
Dammit. So close. I think again. I bite my lip slower this time, staring at Marshall and making light moaning noises. He's clearly trying very hard not to look at me. He glances.
"Stop it Rachel I'm not joking." He says harshly.
Oh he's almost there. I wait for Marshall to look at me again, and when he does, I grip one of my breasts and bite a little harder. Marshall's eyes widen even more. His mind makes an instant decision and he pulls over on the side of the road in front of some houses. Bingo.
"Get in the back seat. Now." He snarles.
I do as I'm told and in a flash he's climbing back there with me. I lay on my back as he straddles my legs, undoing his belt and zipper. His pants are halfway down and he shoves up my dress, yanking down my underwear halfway. He doesn't even wait before he slides in. He's going fast, wasting no time. Its clear he knows what he wants and he's not gonna stop until he gets it. His eyes are locked on mine as he thrusts and I feel the sensation growing. I close my eyes and bite my lip hoping that it will keep my moaning to a minimum.
"Rachel I swear to God if you don't stop biting that lip..." He loses the rest of his sentences as he bends over me and places his hand on the window for support.
I grab his biceps, needing something to squeeze. A couple more thrusts and he releases into me. My body curls under him and my nails dig into his arms. My back arches and my knees rise up. This is unlike the first one. This is better. He finishes and pulls out, collapsing on top of me. Beads of sweat rest on his forehead as he uses my chest as a pillow.
"I said stop." He says and brings his fingers up to my mouth. His thumb nudges my lip free from my teeth. "You're gonna have to learn to control that."
"Maybe if you kiss me I won't have any time to bite it." I say, tracing the side of his face with my fingertips.
He smiles. And kisses me. His dogtags rest on my stomach and I take them in my hand as we kiss. I like this intimate kind of affection. Especially coming from him. His teeth tug at my bottom lip, taking their turn at biting it. He pulls up for a slight second and his phone rings in the front seat.
"Shit." He curses, recognizing the name of the caller. "Hello...yeah...now is not good...I'm not doing that let me take her home first... I'm coming..." He hangs up and crawls back into the front seat.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, climbing back into the front.
"Nothing you need to worry about." He says and turns the car back towards my house. "I have to take you home."
"Why?"
"Because- ugh Rachel just trust me." He says with a hint of annoyance.
"Where are you going?" I keep asking. "Who was that?"
"A friend. I just. I have to go." His fists tighten on the steering wheel.
"Well I'm coming with you."
"No you're not." He laughs. "It's too dangerous."
"What is? And if it is why are you going?"
He inhales sharply through his nose. I know he wants to yell at me. I'd want to yell at me too.
"I can't bring you." He says through gritted teeth.
"Well I want to come." I protest, staring at him as he angrily speeds towards my house. "I want to be with you."
"I don't want you to get hurt!" Marshall yells.
The veins in his neck become increasingly prominent as he breaths heavily, trying to calm himself down. I look at him. I'm waiting for him to calm down a bit before I speak again.
"Can I wait at your place?" I ask softly. "I don't want to go home."
He looks over at me. Marshall silently turns the car around and drives towards his apartment. The drive is awkward. Normally one of his hands is holding mine, but he has both secured tightly on the wheel. We arrive at his building in under 5 minutes. He drives very fast when he's mad. Oh shit. He's mad at me. We silently get out of the car and he jogs up the stairs with his keys ready to let me in.
"There's no food. But there's a TV in my room." He explains and opens the door. "Don't open the door for anyone who isn't me and stay inside."
"Okay..." I say. I feel sad that he's leaving me.
"Rach...I gotta ask you something." He says, his eyes examining the carpeting in his apartment.
"Yeah?"
"Well I realized that I never formally asked you. Will you be my girlfriend?" His eyes meet mine. They are a stiff shade of blue. Like ice.
"Yes." I answer. "I'll be your girlfriend."
He smiles his crooked smile. I want to kiss him but it'll only make it harder when he leaves. I watch as Marshall slowly takes off his dog tags and places them around my neck.
"There you go." He whispers. "Now everyone knows you're mine."
"Thank you..."
"I gotta go babe." He takes cheeks in his hands and kisses me lightly. "I'll be back soon."
"Bye Marshall." I stutter.
"Later girlfriend." And just as before, he's gone.