spineless crow

Asher Channing is the name, being smart is my game! Seventeen.

[asherthehuman-blog]

{cry me a river} asher&marie

[witchymarie]

Asher reached for it, but Marie yanked her arm back so he couldn’t, and she shook her head, tears brimming in her eyes. He had verbally abused her because he felt used? He took their precious and most emotional times together and twisted it into a goddamn project. As if Marie didn’t have enough reasons to want to ruin his life!

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she threw it at his feet, ignoring his question on how she retrieved it. Clearly, Asher could not keep a secret. She would never tell him about who she really was. For all she knew, he would use it as extra credit, too.

 ”You used me,” she choked out, staring deep into his eyes. It was his turn to feel small and guilty and broken. “You’re a fuckin’ liar. That’s your real sin. You think you’re such a good person, but you’re not. You think you know me so fucking well, huh? You don’t know anything about me!” She screamed, the tears in her eyes at boiling point.

Clenching her firsts, Marie took in a deep breath, furrowing her brows with disbelief. She let out a soft laugh and shook her head some more. “Don’t call me. Don’t come by my house. We’re done,” she spat, her tone rough and drained. 

[asherthehuman-blog]

The journal was then thrown at his feet, and Asher jumped back slightly. He looked back at the girl, his heart dropping when he saw the tears brimming Marie's green eyes. His mind flashed back to the night they fought, but he quickly willed the flashbacks away.

The girl's gaze pierced his own, her words making him cringe and look to the floor. The tables had turned again. It was back to how it was before; Marie the aggressor. But this time, everything hurt ten times more, since he had done the same thing to her.

But he knew she was right.

Asher was a liar. He was a sinner. And he wasn't a good person. He tried so hard to impress everyone around him, that he built up this whole facade just so he could be happy with himself, and have others be happy with him.

He had worn a mask his entire life. Marie was the one to remove it.

She told him they were done, and he furrowed his brows. They were done? Had they even started? Asher didn't know, but he was losing his chance.

"Marie, I'm sorry, please just hear me out," He said, and she shook her head, more tears coming from her eyes. "Save it," She hissed, ready to slam the door in his face.

He couldn't believe it. He was watching the strongest person he knew crumble because of him.

"Marie, please. I love you."

He did. He really did.

[asherthehuman-blog]

{cry me a river} asher&marie

[witchymarie]

Marie had been planning her revenge for a week.

There were so many great things she could think of, but they all involved getting her hands on something of his, whether it was planting something on him and finding a way to make his dad find it, to just completely destroying something important to him, like his laptop. Nothing too devastating or serious, but enough to get her point across      no one breaks Marie Chapman’s heart. 

Her powers had been advancing and developing so rapidly lately that she wasn’t worried at all about how to go about this plan. The only reason it had taken her so long was because she had to wait until she was ready; until she had stopped crying and started getting angry. Not to mention, she wanted to do this when she was alone.

And now, everything was in place. It was time.

Sitting criss-crossed on her bed, she took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing hard on the thought of his bag. All its details, the little rocketship keychain, the stain on the right strap, the frayed threads on the inside pocket, came to her vividly, though she had never taken that close of a look at it. Somehow, though, she just knew.

When she opened her eyes again, the bag was sitting right in front of her. She smirked to herself and sat up, pulling it towards her and dumping out all it’s contents. They dropped onto her mattress in several thuds, creating a sea of books and pencils. One object, though, stuck out. In small, threaded font, the cover read AP Psychology: Teenage Girl Study.

Raising an eyebrow, she reached for it, and as she flipped through, her heart broke more and more with each page, her blood boiling.

It was about her. Asher had analyzed every one of their meetings. All those times she had opened up to him, he documented and diagnosed. Marie’s disliking of social structure comes from her parents neglect. “Fuck you, Asher, you don’t know shit about my family!” she whispered to herself. Marie is very smart, but dumbs herself down to make up for the attention she doesn’t get at home. Marie is meanest to those who try to help her because she thinks they’re out to get her. Marie this, Marie that, Marie, Marie, Marie. He was talking about her like he knew her so well. None of this was true. She couldn’t believe it. Who did he think he was?

When she got to the last page, she lost it.

A+ Excellent analyses, Asher. 

He used her for a fucking grade!

When Marie heard the front door, she stormed down the stairs, yanking it open. She was going to tell whoever it was to screw off, that no one was home, that she didn’t want whatever they were selling, but when she saw it was Asher, she only got angrier.

Clenching her jaw, she summoned the notebook behind her back and held it up. 

"What the fuck is this?"

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Before he even had a chance to say anything, the girl held up his journal. His journal. The one that he had left in his backpack, at home. His eyes widened, and he reached out to grab the book, but she was quicker than him.

"How did you get that?!" He asked, his cheeks turning red with anger. She wasn't supposed to know about that! He had done such a good job at keeping it a secret from her.

(Or so he thought, because she obviously knew now.)

At first, the point of the meetings were solely for that journal. His end-of-the-year assignment for AP Psychology was to do a study on a particular person. It could've been anyone, a parent, a sister, and in Asher's case, Marie, the person he was paired up with for Savior program.

As time went on, he actually started to like Marie, and enjoyed the meetings because of her company. But, he wouldn't let that get him a bad grade on his assignment, so he kept track of all their meetings in that little journal, and on the Monday before school ended, he handed it in.

And the next day, he earned an A+. He had written so much about her, and he knew she had read it.

He was in big trouble. 

[asherthehuman-blog]

{cry me a river} asher&marie

Asher hadn't seen Marie in a week.

And this time, he actually wanted to see her. He didn't want to avoid her anymore. He was over what had happened. All the things he said to her replayed in his thoughts over and over again, and he couldn't believe those things had ever come out of his mouth.

Serpent. Whore. Temptress. Heartless snare.

How could he have said those things to her? To someone he loved? He was so ashamed of himself. He understood why she was avoiding him now. She ignored all his calls, and Asher was down to his last possible way of apologizing,

He would have to do it in person.

After slipping his shoes on and zipping up his hoodie, he carefully slipped out of his room, tip toeing down the hall. He crept past his dad's office, the blonde man's full concentration on the computer. He would be able to slip out of the house easily, and be back in time before the man even noticed.

Asher wasn't allowed to go places by himself. His dad insisted on taking him everywhere.  Ever since his mom passed away when he was seven, his father became extremely protective over him. He treated him like a child, most of the time. Asher believed it was because his dad was stuck in the past, trying to hold on to the times when it was the three of them, as happy as could be.

He slipped out of the house, carefully closing the heavy door behind him. He took a deep breath, then stepped off the porch, heading in the direction of Marie's house.

He had no idea what she would do when he got there. Forgive him? There was a slim chance. Punch him in the face? Most likely. He extremely nervous, but he knew it had to be done.

All too soon, he was in front of Marie Chapman's house. He walked up to the door, and took a deep breath. He raised his fist, and knocked three times. As soon as he did, he immediately regretted it. He wanted to turn around, and sprint back down the street. But that would be a waste of sneaking out of the house.

And it was too late, because the petite blonde girl had answered the door.

[asherthehuman-blog]

How do you feel about Marie's last words to you?

"I feel absolutely terrible. I can't believe I did that to her..."

[witchymarie]

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

[witchymarie]

In a way, Asher was right. It was all in the heat of the moment. But she hadn’t intended to tempt him. She was impulsive, always acting on her emotions as they played out, and that wasn’t something she could always control. Had she known he was going to be this devastated about losing his virginity, she would have given him time to think.

Serpent. Whore. Temptress. Snare. These words and the tone he said them in made her eyes swell, and before she could stop herself, tears streamed down her cheeks. This was good, in a way. She was finally understanding why she had been so cold all along. Her subconscious was protecting her. The reason she couldn’t stand Asher in the first place was because something inside her knew he was going to hurt her.

Her little black heart was breaking.

Droplets of tears clung to her eyelashes, her lips trembled, and her body ached. Never before did she care about other peoples opinions, but Asher was different. He was supposed to help her. They were supposed to take care of each other and look out for one another. They were supposed to be friends. He wasn’t supposed to hurt her. If anything, she was supposed to hurt him! 

"You…" she whispered, sight flickering in and out of focus. "You said you loved me…"

Oh, how stupid and naive she was. No one could love her, not even herself.

Glancing up at him, her face still downcast, she let out a small noise from the back of her throat and pushed past him, flying out the door and into the street, where she tore at her hair and let out a loud cry. All her emotions and energy built up inside her, wracking around, bouncing through her veins and muscles, and it was so overwhelming she lost control. A fist-full of rocks from his gravel driveway flew up into the air and scattered in all different directions. She gasped and froze in place.

Did she do that?

Pushing aside the thought that she was developing new powers, Marie ran home, swearing to herself that she wouldn’t let this sadness get the best of her.

She would get her revenge when the time was right. 

[asherthehuman-blog]

It seemed like a weight was lifted off of Asher's shoulders when he was done speaking. He felt good for getting it out, but there was a twinge of guilt inside him when he looked at Marie, and saw the tears streaming down her cheeks.

He had never made anyone cry. He didn't even know he had the ability to do so. The silence that hung over them made Asher feel even worse, all the terrible things he had called her running through his mind.

His heart sank when she spoke.

You said you loved me.

He immediately regretted everything he had said to her. His thoughts were such a mess, and he was so angry, that he didn't even think about that. He had told her he loved her.

He still did.

Before he could say anything, she flew out of the house in a flash. The door slammed behind her, making Asher jump slightly. He suddenly felt horrible about everything that had happened. How could he say those things to someone he loved? How could he be so cruel?

He had no idea what he was going to do. She wouldn't listen to him if he tried to apologize, there was no way. Asher sighed heavily to himself, and trudged back into his room. He plopped face down on the bed, and screamed into the sheets.

He missed her already.

[witchymarie]

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

[witchymarie]

Blinking rapidly, Marie struggled to look him in the eyes. This was so uncalled for. Filthy? Disgusting?  Used? She didn’t use him at all. There was a reason why she chose him. She liked him. Well, past tense. She didn’t like how he was acting now. It made her nauseous. 

"I didn’t use you, Asher," she started to explain, but he interrupted her with a horrific accusation. Impure? Oh, God, this was a religious thing, wasn’t it? Marie’s heart rumbled inside of her. She clenched her fist. Her jaw hung agape in shock. Was he really blaming her for this? What they did was completely consensual. He wanted every last bit of it, she knew he did. He knew what he was doing when they did it and he loved it. He loved her. 

Past tense?

"Are you fucking with me?" she choked, shaking her head, tears brimming her green iris’. "You’re mad at me because we had sex?"

Dropping her gaze to the floor, Marie took in slow, deep breaths, trying to keep her cool. She had been known to have fits of rage and anger in the past, but it had been so long since her outburst and she wasn’t too fond of the aftermaths. 

Sticking out her finger at him, she spat back, “You wanted to. We both did, don’t try to pin your ‘sins’ on me!”

[asherthehuman-blog]

She choked on her own words, and tears formed in her eyes. He almost smiled, but that would be too morbid. He wanted to make her feel like she had made him feel for so long. He wanted her too feel small, insignificant, like she was in the wrong.

"It was all in the heat of the moment, you tempted me!" He retorted, jabbing a finger in her direction like she did. He was still shaking, and his skin burned a deep red.

She was gonna get what she deserved.

"You're a serpent," He growled, the cold tone he had been using since she came still there. "You're a whore." He said, the world leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He had never called anyone that. The look on Marie's face threw him off.

She was crying. He never intended to make her cry, but on the other hand, he was being pretty harsh.

She was crying and he wasn't even finished yet.

"You're nothing more than a temptress. I fell victim to a heartless snare." He shook his head, his jaw clenched.

"You should be ashamed. Get out of my house. You make me sick."

[witchymarie]

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

[witchymarie]

When Asher responded, his voice so bitter, speaking words she never would have expected, her heart sank. She didn’t understand what she was feeling anymore. He seemed to have that effect on her.

How did he not want to see her? He said he loved being around her. He said he loved her. But now, they had gone eleven days without speaking. Her assumptions were false, apparently. He wasn’t embarrassed. He wasn’t just shy, waiting for her to make the next move. He was… Well, Marie couldn’t tell. 

What happened? What did she do? Why did everything change? Her thoughts were like blades digging into her brain, making her head throb. Turning around to face him, her lips parted, but she struggled to speak. 

"I…" she swallowed, shaking her head. Her throat closed up. What the hell had gotten into him? A week ago, he was the sweetest, most sincere person alive (because Grace was dead), but now, he seemed angry. Cold. His eyes were blank and made her chill to the bone.

"I don’t understand."

Holding her hands out to the side in surrender, she licked her surprisingly dry lips. She wanted to bring up what he said. She wanted to shout, "You said you loved me, and now, you’re avoiding me?", but she struggled to say anything. 

Maybe he really had used her. It didn’t feel so good being on the other end. 

[asherthehuman-blog]

His gaze remained cold as she turned to face him, her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. He was seeing himself reflect in her. Oh, how the tables have turned.

Asher could almost laugh when she finally spoke. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. She didn't understand, huh? Well she was about to. Marie was about to find out how she single handedly ruined Asher.

"You know Marie, being around you makes me feel filthy. Disgusting. Used." He spat, his voice never wavering and the coldness in his tone never leaving.

His mind was racing, his thoughts a mess in his head. He had so many things to say to her, and they were all trying to come out at once. He was so angry, his skin burned and his hands shook.

"You made me impure," He spat, narrowing his eyes.

[witchymarie]

{twisted nerve} marie&asher

It had been over ten days since Marie last saw Asher. They left off on a strange note; they had sex, he said the dreaded L word, and Marie left. He said he would call her and that they would make plans, his exact words being, “Call me cliche all you want, but I love being around you, Marie. Let’s go on a real date soon, okay?”

For some unknown reason, she agreed. She didn’t know why, but she did. Dating wasn’t exactly something she was comfortable with. She had never been on a date, nor had a boyfriend, and her only other kisses were petty dares. Their first time together was real. She just wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing that.

But after the special night, after creating such an unforgettable memory, Asher failed to live up to his promise. He hadn’t called. Now, Marie felt like the cliche one, waiting by the phone, wondering if it had all been an act. There was no way, though. Asher didn’t have it in him to lie to her, or to use her. She could see it in his eyes that when he said he loved her, it was real. Still, she knew she needed time before she could say it back, and he probably knew that, too.

Maybe that was why he was avoiding her.

She couldn’t handle the awkwardness anymore. Truth be told, she missed him, and he was going to have to suck it up and tell her what was going on.

Putting on a flashy smile and flipping her curls over her shoulder, she took in a deep breath. She could do this. It was going to be okay. He was probably just embarrassed.

Knocking three times, she raised an eyebrow when the door wasn’t instantly opened like every other time. She knocked again. And again. Just as she considered that no one was home and began to turn away, he peeked through the door and growled, “What do you want?”

Clearing her throat, Marie furrowed her brows in confusion. “To see you?”

Pushing the door open and brushing past him, she looked around the house. It seemed that they were alone, so why was he acting so strange?

[asherthehuman-blog]

Asher was a mess.

He hadn't seen Marie in over a week, and frankly, he was happy about it. He never wanted to see her again.

Everything was fine at first. They had sex, it was awesome. Asher told her he loved her, and it was great! He told her he would call her and take her on a date, and he never came through. But he had a reason.

He was perfectly okay with the fact that he and Marie had sex, until he went to church the following Sunday. That particular service just happened to be about the importance of saving yourself till after marriage. Asher fidgeted in his seat, his dad elbowing him lightly. "Son, control yourself," He said, smiling softly. Asher laughed nervously, and he swore he could feel sweat forming on his forehead.

After that, he was disgusted with himself. He couldn't believe he gave himself away like that. He felt dirty, and no amount of showers could take the feeling away. (Literally, he had taken hundreds of showers to try and wash the feeling away, and now he was sure his body permanently reeked of lemon body wash).

He was in his room, praying for forgiveness when someone knocked on the door. He tensed up. He knew it was Marie, something just told him it was. His dad wasn't home, he was at work. Asher was alone, just like when Marie came and tainted him.

He crept out of his room, and looked through the peep hole, seeing his temptress on the other side. She knocked again, and Asher scoffed. He opened the door, just enough to peek his head out.

"What do you want?" He sneered, glaring at the blonde girl. He didn't want to see her. He didn't even want to be near her. She looked confused, and answered his question.

She brushed past him into the house, and he looked at her with wide eyes. He did not want her in his house. "Yeah, well, I don't want to see you." He said, his voice cold.

[witchymarie]

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"You're st- still really pretty when you're angry," He said, his eyes fluttering shut. It was true, when she was angry, her cheeks burned a deep red and her green eyes seemed to turn a shade darker.

"And also-" He was cut off by Marie calling out, and moaning. Her walls clenched around his length, and she had orgasmed. His eyes widened slightly, and he smirked.

He was able to please a woman! Asher James Channing was able to please Marie Isabella Chapman! She came before he did! He didn't have too much time to celebrate, because the way her walls clenched around him triggered his orgasm.

He let out a loud groan, his length twitching as he released.

"Wowza,"

His muscles ached, and his breathing was heavy. His forehead was drenched in sweat. He looked at Marie, who was equally breathless and tired.

Without thinking, he said three little words.

"I- I love you,"

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It was crazy to think that he was having sex with the girl that almost killed him when he kissed her just a few days back.

She then leaned down, and attached her lips to his neck. He moaned as she began to suck and nibble his neck, definitely leaving a mark. He took a deep breath, getting a whiff of her shampoo. He smiled.

Strawberries and creme.

"Y- your ha- hair smells so good," He said breathlessly, the smell of strawberries pungent. "You always smell so n- nice-"

He groaned when she sped up again, his back arching slightly. The familiar knot began to form in his stomach, and he sucked in heavy breaths to control himself.

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Her lips attached themselves to his again. Her pace quickened again, and Asher moaned into Marie's mouth, his fingernails digging into her hips. Beads of sweat rolled off his neck, and onto his comforter below him.

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Was she going to stop? Did she change her mind? Asher hoped not. The last thing he needed was for her to stop right in the middle of sex. But she kept going, her pace slow.

"You've thought about this?" She asked, and his eyes widened. He didn't even realize he had said anything! "Um," He choked, letting out a shaky breath. "Did I really say that out loud?" He asked, his voice high.

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Their lips collided again, and Asher moved his lips against hers. He was finally starting to get the hang of it. His breathing hitched as she started moving her hips faster, another moan slipping past his lips.

"How about this? you like this?" Marie asked, her voice breathy and taunting. Asher nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Y- yes, I- Oh," He purred, when Marie rolled her hips again.

He had thought about doing this with Marie before. But, he always imagined a bit different than how it was playing out.

"I- I always thought this would be more r- romantic," He said, not even realizing he said it.

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As her lap brushed his manhood, he held his breath. Everything just felt so good. Every spot Marie touched, Asher felt a surge of electricity race through him. It was the first time he had ever done this.

Asher's cheeks burned at Marie's words, but he knew she was right. He wanted to, he really did. But he didn't want to be obnoxious and embarrass himself.

Then, a thought crossed Asher's mind. What about protection? He hoped to God that she didn't expect him to have any, because he definitely didn't. He didn't want to stop what they had going on, so he asked her, barely able to push the words past his throat.

"D-Do you have protection? I've never done this before…" He admitted, even though he was sure she already knew that. The smirk returned to her lips, and she lowered her lips to his ear.

"Just because I don’t bring pencils to class, doesn't mean I’m not prepared where it matters…" She pulled a condom out of her pocket, raising her brows as she did. Had she been planning this? Oh, Asher didn't know, and he frankly didn't care.

Her jeans were soon off, too, and they were both left in their underwear. He watched intently as she opened the condom with her teeth, Asher quirking a brow as she did.

Her lips met his again, and he almost screamed with excitement as her hand got to work taking off his boxers. They were soon off his body, leaving him completely naked. His cheeks burned when she looked at his member, biting his lip.

He gasped lightly when the girl slid the condom on, letting out a shaky breath. He didn't know what happened, but his mouth started working faster than his head.

"W- wow, um, that feels really good, y- you have really nice hands. C- could you maybe do that again?"

She giggled lightly at his words, before taking off her own underwear, and adjusting her position slightly. She lowed herself onto his member, and Asher moaned.

"Oh, okay, I- I like this too,"

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It was crazy to think that they were sitting there, on Asher's bed, topless, making out. No one had ever seen Asher without his shirt on. (Yes, he wore his shirt to the pool and the beach). He had never been one to have confidence, but each time Marie pressed her lips to a new part of his body, it seemed to improve.

Her petal lips pressed against the skin below his bellybutton, and above his jeans. He bit his lip, so hard he almost broke the skin. His lips were already swollen from so much kissing. 

The blonde struggled with the belt momentarily, the two of them laughing together. Although Marie's laugh was soft and natural, Asher's was forced and nervous. He was still shaking like a mad man.

She finally got the belt off, and threw it to the side, a loud crack sounding as it hit the hard wood floor. He jumped slightly, but Marie quickly found his lips again, calming him down. Their tongues wrestled with each other, and Asher tried his best to get the whole french kissing thing down.

He honestly thought sticking your tongue in someone else's mouth was the most disgusting thing ever, but he didn't care at the moment. All he wanted was the taste Marie's lips had. She fumbled with the button of his jeans, and he could feel her smirking against his lips.

Next thing he knew, his pants were off.

[witchymarie]

{loverboy} marie&asher

[witchymarie]

She let out a breathy giggle at his comment before he guided her down the hall and into his room, which she had only seen once, maybe twice before. Most of the time, when they had appointments, he had come to her house, but when it was vice versa, they tended to stay in the living room.

Marie liked it better in here, with his light blue walls, trophies and medals on his armoire, little rocket ships on his black comforter. She didn’t have time to gawk at all his knicknacks, though.

She had to get down to business.

He shuffled over to his bed awkwardly, and when he sat down, Marie pulled herself onto his lap, swaying her hips back and forth, kissing him again. She couldn’t get enough of his lips. It was a strange addiction, but she knew why it was there. His inexperienced mixed with her desire for control made it taste so much sweeter.

He needed her to be the leader. She needed him to need that. And by the pressure she was feeling against her thigh, she guessed he was just as excited about this as she was.

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Once they reached his room, Asher walked over to his twin bed, and plopped down on the edge, really unsure of what to do next. Marie, however, seemed to know exactly what she was doing. 

She took initiative, and sat down on his lap. He held back a groan as she kissed him, and swayed her hips, grinding against him. He gripped her hips tightly, to try and hid that they were still shaking like crazy.

Asher couldn't look away. He felt weird about staring right at them, but he couldn't tear his gaze away. "They're just like I pictured," He whispered mindlessly, getting lost in the moment.

"What?" Marie asked, and his eyes quickly went to hers. "N- nothing!" he stammered, and the girl just smiled. Their lips collided once again, and Marie eased Asher down on his back.

Her lips found his neck, and closed his eyes as she nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin. He felt her tug at the hem off his shirt, and he sat up a bit so she could take it off.

Once that was discarded, the two began to kiss again, Asher's confidence going up each time they did. He still had no idea what he was doing, though, so he let Marie take the wheel.

[witchymarie]

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[witchymarie]

The moment Asher said no, Marie kissed him again, leading him further into the house. Without looking, she closed the door behind her, hands then travelling to the bottom of her shirt. She tore it off over her head, leaving her in a lace bra and skinny jeans, and Asher’s jaw instantly dropped, his face beat red. It looked like he was choking, with the slick beads of sweat and the heated tone. The way he could not speak only added to the illusion, and Marie took his hands, guiding them to her chest and making them rest on her breasts.

Then, she kissed him again. It was gentle, yet demanding. Passionate, yet frisky. Slow, but quick. It was everything at once, and she was feeling everything as well, both flustered and confident, heart slamming against her chest so forcefully she swore her ribs were cracking under the pressure. She hadn’t done much before. She had never been one to get touchy. Hell, she hardly ever let people hug her, let alone feel her up. 

She had never had a boyfriend. Boys were always intimidated by her. Asher, on the other hand, fought past his fear, and got to see more parts of her than she was typically comfortable with.

If anyone deserved the honor of seeing her in a naked state, both literally and figuratively, it was him. And, even though Asher had a few off-settling personality traits, no part of his appearance fell short. Especially after he’d go a few days without shaving, and have sleep-deprived eyes after staying up to study, and when he’d take off his hat and his hair would be all ruffled, and      

Marie took in a sharp breath, nearly snatching the air from his lungs. She could feel the boy’s hands trembling against her as she tangled her fingers through his hair, tugging at it, letting out soft whimpers into his mouth. Pressing her entire body against him, she made sure there was no space between the two. 

How she knew what she was doing, there was no explanation. She was just going with the flow; doing what felt natural, doing what her body craved. A cold sensation shocked through her stomach and she pulled back, meeting his gaze again.

"Take me to your room," she whispered, batting her eyelashes. She hadn’t intended to use her powers in the command, but could not tell the magical energy from the intimate energy that was floating around the heated atmosphere. 

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When her shirt was removed from her body, asher's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. His face turned red like a tomato, and he felt his breath get caught in his throat.

"O- oh, I- what-" He struggled to speak, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as Marie grabbed his hands, and rested them on her breasts. He squeezed his eyes shut as she did, taking a quick deep breath.

He definitely liked what was happening between them, but for some reason, it all felt wrong. But asher didn't say anything, he didn't really get the chance to, because Marie's lips were attached to his again.

He removed his hands from her breasts, instead placing his hands on her hips. He literally had no idea what he was doing, he was just trying to mimic Marie's movements.

His fingers trembled against her skin, his nervousness apparent. He must've been doing something right, because she ran her fingers through his tousled brown hair, and tugged lightly. She whimpered into his mouth, and confidence came over Asher momentarily.

Take me to your room.

His eyes widened, and he nodded his head. "O- oh, uh, okay, we're actually doing this? Okay," He stammered, taking Marie's hands, and leading her to his bedroom.