Carly walks into the bedroom and turns on the speakers that are connected to the living room stereo system, and Slipknot fills the air, much to her dismay, as she crawls onto the bed and starts to straddle Marshall whose laying on his stomach with his face covered by pillows, and he jumps almost sending her to the floor.
“What The Fuck!” Marshall yells out in confusion, as he sits up in the bed, trying to figure out where he is and what’s coming after him.
“MORNING!” Carly sarcastically yells, as she gets comfortable across the foot of the bed on her side looking up at him, happy with herself that he’s finally awake.
“WHAT IS THIS SHIT?” Marshall yells, as he forces her over on her back, and looks down into her green eyes, and Carly can tell by his eyes that he’s not in the best of moods.
“It’s Slipknot! Don’t you love it?” Carly sarcastically says, into his ear as she pulls him down by wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Love It! Now turn it off!” Marshall demandly states in a rough voice in her ear, and then rolls over to his back and covers his head with a pillow.
Carly gets off the bed and takes several deep breaths and recites to herself that he’s not a morning person, as she going into the living to turn off the stereo.
Carly gets second thoughts about turning the stereo off, and grabs her NOW 8 CD and puts it on track 2 and runs back into the bedroom.
“CARLY!” Marshall yells in total disgust, as she jumps onto the bed laughing, as the totally annoying music fills the air.
“Yeesss! You bellowed!” Carly jokily says, as she grabs the pillow from his head and throws it aside, as she straddles him at his waist.
“You’re Trying To Kill Me?” Marshall pitifully states.
“I thought after last nights episode in the men’s bathroom, you would like waking up with a little POP!” Carly playfully says, as he shakes his head no, as he places his hands on her small waist, and adjusts her over his crotch.
They both stare into each other’s eyes, as they both battle with the confusion of lust or something that they both been so desperately looking for.
Marshall gently runs his hands down her hips and thighs, as Carly nervously runs her finger tips over his bare chest, neither breaking their eye contact, as their breathing becomes labored at the heat that’s building between them.
Marshall softly pulls her to him, and passionately kisses her, and she quickly responds.
Their mouth dance a fiery dance, as Marshall grinds his building erection into her, and she softly moans into his mouth.
Carly can feels his hard erection, as every nerve and muscle in herself scream more, but tries regain her composure, as thoughts of Hailie on her way there snaps her back to reality.
“Hailie . . . is . . . on her way” Carly breathily says, as Marshall works his way to her neck kissing and sucking hungrily, as what she just said makes him remember his plans with Hailie.
“FUCK! DAMN IT!” Marshall angrily yells out, as he sits up, holding onto Carly as best he can with his swollen hands, and she quickly pulls herself to his side.
“Turn that fuckin’ shit off fuck what time is it I gotta fuckin’ go Fuck!” Marshall yells all in one breath, as he jumps to his feet and looks around for his jeans.
Carly rushes to the living room and shuts off the stereo and rushes back to the bedroom, and Marshall is struggling to put on his jeans.
“Slow down! I already talk to Hailie and Proof . . .” Carly starts to explain, as Marshall roughly interrupts.
“What the Fuck? When the fuck did you call Hailie? BITCH! Who the fuck do you think you are? I ani’t even fucked you! Why the fuck did you talk to Hailie? When? Why?” Marshall exclaims, as she takes a deep breath and takes a step back at his evil tone, as he takes several steps towards her with fire in his eyes, as his hands swinging uncontrollably with his every word.
“They . . . called . . . she . . . wanted . . .” Carly nervously tries to explain, but as the words come out the hurt comes evident in her voice, and Marshall realizes what he said, and rushes over to her and tries to wrap his arms around her.
“They should be here soon.” Carly says as calmly as she can, as she fights back the tears, as she backs away from him and quickly leaves the room.
“Carly! Am sorry! I didn’t mean . . .” Marshall pathetically pleads, and follows her to the living room, as Carly rushes to grab her handbag and car keys from the end stand and heads towards the doorway.
“Where are you going? Please Don’t Leave!” Marshall asks in concern and panic, as he tries to grab her arm, and she flinches at his touch.
“Please lock the door when you leave.” Carly whispers in a meek voice, as she fights back the tears, as she looks at the floor not daring to look into his blue eyes, as he takes hold of her arm.
“Please look at me . . . I shouldn’t of talked to you like that . . . . There is no way I can or could every repay you for what you’ve done for me. Because of you . . . I have Hailie to talk to today. I had no right to every question your reasons for talking to Hailie . . . I’m truly sorry please forgive me . . . you have to forgive me . . . . . Oh God Please Forgive Me.” Marshall totally sincerely pleads; as the feel of Carly being his only lifeline rushes through him, and he tightens his hold on her arm.
After a few minutes of silence, Carly slowly reaches for the doorknob without looking at him, and he rushes her with his body and slams them both against the door, placing his lips on hers forceful.
Marshall urgently kisses her passionately, with all the emotions that is running through him, desperately trying to make her understand how he feels.
Carly tries to get a grip on her feelings that are exploding in totally koas, as he places his hands on her cheeks as he desperately tries to force her to open her mouth with his tongue, and she slowly does, as her hands rest defensively on his muscular chest.
As their kiss breaks for the need of air, Marshall gently takes hold of her hands and places them on his shoulders, as he sees the hurt in her eyes and his heart skips a beat at what his temper has done.
Marshall urgently wraps his arms around her tiny waist, pulling her into him tightly, knowing at that very moment that he never wants her to leave him, and he again passionately kisses her.
Moments into their kiss, there is a knock at the door that pulls them out of their passion, and Carly breathlessly looks up at him in a panic.
“I’m truly sorry.” Marshall whispers into her ear as he tightly hugs her, as the knocking gets louder.
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