I wake up snuggled tightly in Marshall's arms. I can feel his breath on my shoulder behind me. It's takes me a moment to remember what happened last night and I blush hard when I think about it.
Marshall's arm moves on my torso in his sleep and I'm immediately made aware of its location. His forearm rests across my naked chest and his hand holds my hand loosely. I lean down a little and softy kiss Marshall's cut up knuckles.
I wiggle in his hold, trying to free myself just for a moment so that I can put a shirt on. I release myself from his grasp and he shoots up in bed. His eyes are open wide, chest heaving for air and he starts to calm down when he sees me.
"What is it?" I ask him, pulling his t shirt over my head.
"Nothing, I thought-" He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. "I was having a bad dream."
"Are you alright?" I ask, and for some reason I feel very out of place. I haven't woken up with him in a very long time.
"Come here."
I move closer to him, he pulls me against his naked chest. He lets out a long breath of relief and lays us back down to the pillows. Marshall holds me tight against his body, smothering me in a heated cuddle. This feels different. I can't determine what it is exactly but this didn't used to feel like this.
My mind wanders back to last night and my heart aches. How can something feel so right and wrong at the same time? I bury my face in his chest, shaking the thoughts away. It's just new. We're not one hundred percent yet.
He brushes his nose against mine, snapping me back to attention. I close my eyes and await his kiss that comes sweetly and softly. His hand rests on the side of my face, securing me in my place so I don't go anywhere. I slide my leg in between his slightly and we lace them together, still kissing.
"I love you." He mumbles, nibbling on my bottom lip with his teeth.
"Marshall..."
"You make me so..." He grips my hip with his hand and presses against me, a light moan escaping his lips. "Oh Rachel, I have so long to make up for."
He rolls over on top of me, inviting me into a long stare. My heart nearly stops beating and he smirks to himself, always fully aware of his effect on me. I blush again and turn my head away. He catches my chin and directs it back, forcing me to look at him. I shift my hips, bumping him under the sheets.
He lets out a groan from deep in his throat. My insides flutter at the thought of him like that. As intense as his effect is on me, mine is just as strong on him. I make a decision, one I know he'll enjoy. He has before even though he's only seen this side of me one other time.
I put my hands on his chest and flip us over, swinging my leg across his hips and sitting on him. He's taken by surprise at my action and reaches out to touch me. I smack his hands and he retracts them, raising one eyebrow at me.
"What are you-"
I cut him off with a sweet kiss and a rock of my hips and he moans into my mouth. His hands slide up my thighs and I grab them, pinning them up by his shoulders. He looks at me with pleasant surprise, he likes when I take the lead.
"Do you want me Marshall?" I ask him, pressing my hands on his hips.
"You already know the answer-"
"Yes or no." I snap, and he starts to breathe harder.
"Yes. Fuck Rachel, yes." He moves his hips but I don't offer him any relief.
"Watch your mouth." I say, tracing his lips with my thumb.
His eyes roll back and flutter shut, completely compelled by me. His hands fly to my hips, gripping them tightly trying to get more contact with his. I grab his wrists, placing them on the sheets once again.
