Marceline Bubblegum Shirt Novels & Stories

"Central to Six-Three Corporal, Medics are on scene and requesting status." "Central, you can send them in. Scene’s secured." Maxine hurried the girls into their bedroom before the medics got through the door. Marcello walked to the bathroom and checked on the wife. She sat on the floor, her back against the tub, and faced the doorway. She wore a loose black tank top with no bra. Torn, it fell from her right shoulder. We could see her nipple. The woman's legs spread open, and she was barefoot. Her unzipped short shorts were loose and exposed her crotch.

Impersonal. Marceline walked over to the package, a hesitant curiosity rising in her chest like smoke. She slowly unwrapped the dark paper and opened the sleek black box beneath it. Her breath caught. Inside was a silk ivory blouse paired with a pair of elegant high-waisted trousers. The fabric was luxurious, soft under her fingertips, and too carefully chosen to be anything but Cross’s doing. She blinked, her heart knocking against her ribs. Was this supposed to be a peace offering? A command? Or just another layer in his maddening game of control and indifference?

[Warning: Mature content, strong language, and NSFW scenes. 18+ recommended.] Marceline woke up calmly as her eyes fluttered open to the soft, ambient lighting of an unfamiliar yet luxurious room. She was already dressed in a silk nightgown. As she sat up, the strap of her nightgown slipped from her shoulder, and a low, amused chuckle caught her attention.

She mumbled. "You will look great in it." Marcel said confidently, making her blush deeper and become even more flustered. "Now pass this one to Rosaline for me?" He added, not even realising the flustered mess he had left the poor woman in, as he passed her another bag. Well, even I had to admit Marcel was some fine wine, what woman wouldn’t get hot and bothered? I smirked, finding it rather amusing. She nodded, looking at me for help. And although I kind of got what was going on, I wasn’t going to side with her when I thought she sure as hell deserved that dress.

"Isn't it nice? I specifically bought it online. And in case you're asking, no, nope. No one discovered our address. I used a fake." Marcello was wearing a funny suit, or more accurate, a costume with furry bunny ears and a tail behind. "You're kidding me, Marcel. You look like some kind of Looney Tunes bunny straight out of TV," Alvin said. "You guys never praise how cute this looks," Marcello said, proudly turning around to show off his suit. "You better fucking make sure you can run or move around in that," Vincenzo glared at him, shaking his head.

CAEL'S POV "So, Cael, I see you have discovered the truth." Lady Marceline purred, her voice a low, silken whisper that sent a shiver down my spine despite myself. The tone was impossible to decipher, a blend of amusement, threat, and something else....something colder, more calculating and menacing. She walked towards me, hee Crimson dress a stark contrast to the somber mood, she snatched away the letter from my hand and scanned its contents.

I picked up a magazine, flipping over the pages, my eyes not straying from the sleek smooth laminated papers with images of models displayed on them. " As i had said earlier, you are clumsy. I didn't think that you would follow me down here, Marceline." - I paused my actions. I flipped the magazine shut, placing it back on the table. "So are you in...........or out." " But I'm not sure if it's within my job description to actually stalk people like that, especially top list stars like Miss Irina." - Bennett/ Marceline explained in a soft voice, her fingers adjusting the edges her glasses.

It wasn't the sight of the grilled steaks and sauce that had her swallowing. No. It wasn't. Not that she hadn't found it yummy but something more yummier had her swallowing hard. Her breathing rose to another crescendo with every delicate octave of the orchestra. Shannon walked towards the freezer, pulling out a bottle of chilled water. "Hey," Shannon spoke, acknowledging the male who hadn't seemed to notice them come in. He had been too engrossed in whatever he was doing. Marcel had black suit pants on, he was completely shirtless. He was lean but pads of rock hard muscles defined his chest and arms. Everything was perfectly contoured like a pair of skillful hands had crafted them, his shou