Long Way Down (Fish)

[SongofWindchimes]

The implication that Marco would say something solely to get hit with something couldn't help but earn a chuckle. Not that Charisma was too far off the mark with that assumption, mind you, but he did try to avoid the actual impact whenever possible.

Marco watched Charisma walk away, smiling. The moment she was out of sight, he sighed and flopped back on the couch, the picture of a lovestruck fool...at least until he thought he heard a shriek and sat bolt upright. He waited, and when there were no further sounds of distress, he relaxed again. She'd probably just been caught off-guard by her reflection like he had, even though he still maintained that she was a vision of beauty regardless.

He shook his head a little, chuckling, and laid back again. He could probably use a change of clothes, but he drew the line at raiding a woman's closet, even if Charisma had the most 'normal' wardrobe of the women he knew. He'd be too tall to fit into anything, anyway.

As the amusing train of thought reached its end, it was replaced with something else, namely it fully hitting him that that had just happened. Despite the fact that he and Charisma were near-complete opposites with clashing lifestyles who, under most circumstances, probably wouldn't ever have had their paths cross, that had just happened. And despite the fact that Marco was vaguely aware of the fact that this was generally when that conflicted feeling would come back, he was still on cloud nine.

'Cloud nine,' however, very quickly turned into 'sleeping like a rock' as he dozed off on the couch. He hadn't intended to but, frankly, the hours he'd slept last night was nothing compared to the sleep he'd been losing for days.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma, as she got dressed, was also on cloud nine. Like Marco, it was just hitting her what had happened, but she knew this was different, because she was different. The straight-edge bassist was the exact opposite of Marco as far as relationships went, and it was no secret that she was not the one to go to for a one night stand. Finally, she emerged from the bedroom, fully dressed. And a smile spread across her face as she saw Marco, lying asleep on the couch. Leaning down, she kissed his forehead gently before crawling on top of him and resting her head on his chest. Soon, she too was sleeping like a rock. The little Purrloin gave a soft purr, walking across the top of the couch before lightly and nimbly landing on Charisma's back, curling up in the middle of her back and going to sleep. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco was pulled gently back toward the world of a waking without any kind of haste. In fact, he faded back into sleep a couple of times before he woke up enough to really register the person laying on top of him. This not being an unusual thing for Marco, it took a little more waking up before he actually remembered where he'd fallen asleep and opened his eyes.

Well, on one hand, he'd fallen asleep on Charisma's couch without meaning to, but on the other...He chuckled softly, smiling adoringly at woman and kitten both and not caring that he was pinned until they woke up.

There really should have been a hundred different things coming to mind to ruin Marco's good mood. Like questioning how a relationship between them would even work with how drastically differently they approached everything. Or remembering the dark events that had led up to this. But he was Marco; bridges would be crossed when reached, and right now, he was actually happy for the first time in what he considered far too long.

He started to hum softly, the tune completely random with him only thinking a few notes ahead, if that far. It was an old habit from back when he was a teenager, humming or singing wordlessly whenever he felt content and wasn't focused on anything. Sometimes he got something useful out of it, but more often it was just music for music's sake.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma was....warm. Warmer than she ever remembered being. Comfortable, and just...happy. Her eyes slowly opened as she continued to snuggle into the source of the warmth when she blinked, realizing exactly what--er....who it was. So it wasn't a dream after all. But somehow, this made her smile. Though the more rational side of her wondered how this would ever work. Not that she was one to hold a grudge or anything. But...oh well, she'd just settle what she needed to when need be. For now...she was just enjoying this. Besides, the kitten sleeping on her back made getting up a little more difficult. "Morning..." she whispered, looking down at him before laying her head back on his chest. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco chuckled, his humming stopping as Charisma started to move and open her eyes. "Morning," he replied softly, smiling. He chuckled and added, "If it is morning." He didn't know when they'd woken up the first time, or how long it had been since he'd dozed off. Not that he really cared, of course. Just an observation.

He found his hand moving to gently stroke Charisma's hair, perfectly content to just stay like this. God, when was the last time he'd honestly just cuddled with somebody? Somebody other than his espeon, anyway. Adorable as Lilac was, she didn't count.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma was new to this sort of treatment, and she had to admit, she loved every minute of this. She felt so comfortable, so warm. And cuddling Marco was nothing like Babygirl, who by the way was still snoring lightly on Charisma's back. The bassist looked at the clock. "It's noon, but...what day is it?" she asked after a while. Sighing softly, she ran a hand through Marco's own hair, a slight grin on her face. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco breathed a little laugh at the question. "I...knew that at some point," he said, realizing that the exact date had completely fallen out of his head. He didn't think someone could blame him, with much more important things having taken his attention between that moment last night and now.

The hand that Marco had been using to stroke Charisma's hair instead glided down her neck and along her shoulder. "Finding out would require moving, though," he said, his voice dipping very slightly into a soft purr. "And I'm still hoping I'm not still asleep..."

That was corny as hell and he knew it. He did not care in the slightest.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]"I don't wanna move...." she half whispered, half moaned at his touch. She smiled, shaking her head at his joke. Normally, she'd have smacked him or thrown something at him for that. But...normally she wasn't on top of him. And normally the whole band was in the room. Her voice dropped to a very uncharacteristic purr, which probably sounded more weird than sexy. "Only one way to find out..." Then, she leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips, which she broke prematurely at the sudden "Purrrrru?" [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco was trying his best not to show any amusement regarding Charisma's attempt at a sexy voice...That was just so...adorable, and he knew that if he laughed she'd kill him, snuggling on a couch or not. Good for him that the kiss came when it did to distract him, and he kissed back, starting to move his hand down her arm.

And then Babygirl picked that moment to wake up and Marco's hand was suddenly on his own face instead as the kiss broke in a less-than-graceful manner.

"Ow..." Okay, not a dream. Definitely not a dream. "...Morning, Babygirl," he added after a short pause, letting out a small chuckle.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma's face paled as she realized she hurt Marco. "Are you okay? I'm sorry!" she said, awkwardly looking at him and unsure of what to do as Babygirl gave a light mew then jumped off and wandered into the kitchen, uninterested in the humans and...whatever it was they were doing. "Well, uh...at least you know you're awake?" she asked, blushing. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco chuckled again. "I'm fine," he assured her, lightly touching her shoulder. That blush of hers earned a soft smile; she was so cute like that.

A bit of a mischievous gleam coming to his eyes, Marco's hand strayed down from Charisma's shoulder to gently caress her upper back. "And I don't know...Maybe we should test that again...Just to be sure?" he asked, his voice steadily dipping in pitch.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma heaved a sigh of relief. "Good...Don't wanna hurt you when I'm trying to be all snuggly..." She blushed lightly, even deeper at his next comment. She looked down at him, a small smile working its way to her features. "Oh, you sneaky~" she attempted her sexy voice again, and failed again. Sighing softly to herself, she leaned back in, planting her lips on his. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Don't laugh at the voice don't laugh at the voice don't laugh at the voice remember how long it took you to perfect your voice don't laugh...

Marco kissed back gently for a few moments, just letting himself be lost in the feeling without any sudden kitten-related distractions to ruin it. He then broke the kiss, just barely, to purr out a soft, "Definitely not a dream..." before his lips met Charisma's again a little more passionately, his hand drifting the slightest bit further down her back.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma was panting softly. In truth, she was unable to believe this was actually happening. This was...okay so it wasn't her first kiss, but it was definitely the best kiss ever. And it was with Marco. She shuddered, eyes closing as she returned the kiss. This was perfect. He was hers, and it wasn't just briefly. And now, the kitten had been distracted. So they wouldn't have to worry about bumping heads again. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Damn, when did Charisma get so intoxicating?

He felt her shudder, and that spurred him on further. Marco's free arm wrapped around Charisma, even though he really didn't have a way to pull her any closer than she was already. His. She was his. What only could be called a soft growl rumbled in his chest; he wanted to--

Whoa cowboy! Marco yanked his thoughts out of the direction they were going and broke away, breathing a bit heavily. Where had that come from? Well, okay, he knew the answer to that question but still...

"You're...amazing..." he whispered; no, he'd never get tired of telling her that. He also didn't want her to suspect that anything other than the need to breathe had prompted him to stop.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma smiled, breathing heavily, and a little relieved that the kiss stopped there. For a minute there, at the growl, Charisma had briefly lost the vice grip on her morals--again. But this time, she managed to reign them back in, thanks to the pause. "As are you," she whispered. The bassist never thought she'd feel this way for anyone, much less her best friend. But she wasn't complaining. She lay her head back on his chest, planting a light kiss there before snuggling into him. Arceus, she could stay here all day... [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco chuckled. "Not as much as you." Yes, he knew he sounded like he was trying to start one of those cliche, intentionally-silly 'no you're better' faux-arguments that made anyone who heard it instantly sick their stomach. That was the point; it was both a sort-of joke and an attempt at a mental cold shower.

Marco wasn't used to stopping himself, because he usually didn't have to; if he was alone with someone and kissing them, the direction he'd been going in was the entire intention. But this was Charisma, and she wasn't one of those other people. In a lot of ways; another thing he wasn't used to was reacting quite that strongly to someone. Lovely bit of irony, that.

He realized that he still had his arm wrapped around Charisma in that somewhat possessive way, but he had no desire to move it. He just focused on relaxing, and eventually he ended up starting up that soft, contented humming of his again.

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma shuddered in his grasp, just loving how it felt. She was his. And likewise, he was hers. "Marco...no one else has ever done this to me. You're more amazing." She snuggled into him, closing her eyes and enjoying the humming. Silently, she began to whisper, almost singing, but not quite that loudly. " Words escape me as I look into those eyes The same ones I've always seen, day after day, night after night But this time, I'm lost. Mesmerized by your touch, your hand on mine I don't know what or how to tell you as my heart melts into my spine As I realize maybe I want to be more than this, I don't know what to do. Am I just supposed to look into those eyes, and tell you that I love you? " [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

She clearly had not realized the 'mental cold shower' half of his comment's intention, but her reply stirred something different than what he had been holding back, anyway. The more primal feelings were chased away by that simple desire to be beside her and stay there that had first confused him.

He found himself humming along with Charisma's whispers, the deep sound providing a harmony to her melody. He could have easily sung along with her; Marco realized he knew every word still of the lyrics he had read. Chances were, he could go home and write them all down word-for-word if he wanted.

I love you. The words didn't quite reach his mouth, instead just echoing in his head. He didn't have any doubt, now, that it was true, nor was the fact that this was happening at such breakneck speed after years of knowing each other bothering him in the slightest...but...But what?

The words that came instead were in what distinctly was a singing voice. Marco's spontaneous lyrics had always been in need of a great deal of polish whenever he came up with them, but he wasn't going to let that stop him:

"I'm drawn in when you speak my name.
The bonds feel different, compelling, pulling me to you.
The confusion almost makes me draw away, but I find I can't anymore.
My beating heart tells me something clear, but how to say
When I keep thinking it's crazy that you'd even let me stay.
Yet, the look in your eye makes me wonder what I should do.
Can I really just take your hand in mine and tell you I love you?"

[KARP KARP!]

[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/SojiRem/charismaposttable.png);][atrb=width, 497][atrb=height, 297][atrb=style,border:0 darkviolet none,b,Table][scrolly:h(240),w(282),sy,as(padding:4px 0px 5px;margin-top:48px;margin-left:212px;)]Charisma's heart skipped a beat as Marco started singing back, with his own lyrics. They'd worked off of each other like this before, with Holly always singing what Charisma came up with. But this was different; spur of the moment. From the heart. And about each other. Charisma looked up to gaze into his eyes. "Ya know....we need to pitch this number to the band," she murmured with a smile. Suddenly, Charisma got an idea. Hopping up, she ran to the back and hooked up her black bass, taking it to the couch. "Don't stop singing," she instructed as she began plucking strings on the bass that she thought would suit the rhythm Marco had been humming. After a while, she had something she had confidence in. [/scrolly]