Long Way Down (Fish)

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco smiled at the suggestion; that hadn't really crossed his mind, but Above and Beyond was lacking in the love song department, wasn't it? Her hopping up disappointed him briefly, but Marco just gave a small laugh, shaking his head, when he realized what she was doing.

Marco gave a small chuckle at the instruction as he sat up, but he obliged, still completely making it up as he went along but now having a little more structure due to the notes she was playing.

"Wonder if I'm fooling myself, seeing what's not there.
I want to tell you everything, but I just don't dare.
I'll spend a life of silence just to stay at your side,
And confess to my reflection while you're out of hearing outside.
But when I see you I fall again, pulled in by my heart,
And I know I have to say something before we part..."

[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 found her key, and flowed with the rhythm, thumping out the tune as she closed her eyes, letting Marco's improvised lyrics sink in. " I don't know how to say it, I don't know how to show, But if I don't do something, there's no way we'll ever know. I'll always be right by your side, with you til the end. But I have this nagging feeling that you could be more than my friend. I tell myself that either way, everything is fine, But I don't want this day to end without feeling your lips on mine..." The bassist hit one deep, lasting note on the bass, as she finished out the song. " There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to do... So I'll just look into those eyes, and say....I love you.

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She opened her eyes, smiling, then she propped the bass against the side of the couch, taking out her pad and writing down everything they'd just sang. "A little rough, but...nothing Grass Ice and Fire can't fix."


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[SongofWindchimes]

Marco smiled, just watching Charisma write for the moment. He was already trying to mentally rearrange his own half of the lyrics, like he often did. If he were writing his own lyrics down, there would be more crossed-out words than uncrossed ones. Not to say he was a perfectionist, per say, but everyone was their own worst critic, right?

"Not bad for spur-of-the-moment," he agreed, moving closer to Charisma. The moment she was done writing, he lightly placed his hand over hers and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "And I still say you're more amazing," he added, smiling. Why, no, he was not going to let that go.

[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 just jotting the lyrics down for now; she'd worry about organization and all that important stuff later. Actually no. She'd let Marco and Holly handle that later. "No it wasn't. I'd say pretty good. And unlike anything we've ever written together." She grinned at the kiss on the cheek, and his hand on hers. Ugh. He was never going to let the amazing thing go, was he? She looked at him, smirking. "Know what I say to that?" she asked before leaning in and planting a firm kiss on his lips. Argument closed. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco couldn't help but chuckle a little into the kiss. An effective way to end an argument, to be sure; he supposed he could drop the subject for now. He squeezed Charisma's hand as his other arm wrapped around her, managing to keep himself under a bit better control this time as he kissed back, aided by the fact that she wasn't on top of him anymore.

Eventually, he pulled back, a slightly mischievous glitter in his eyes. "Well said," he teased, before his voice dipped into a purr. "But...I have a counterpoint..." He suddenly moved to kiss her neck instead, softly, giving her hand another gentle squeeze.

[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;)]She melted into his touch, her free arm wrapping around him and running her hand through his hair. When the kiss broke, she smiled. "Oh?" The kiss to her neck was a surprise, and new to her; so the woman failed to muffle the slight moan that had threatened to--and successfully--escaped. She squeezed his hand, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. "You win...." she murmured. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Charisma's reaction made Marco smirk against her neck, and he planted a few more kisses, wanting to see if he could coax more of those moans out of her. The fact that it may not be helpful on the 'keeping control' front had yet to occur to him as he felt the arm he had around her tighten its grip slightly.

"Are you sure...you don't need...any more convincing?" he purred teasingly between kisses, stroking her hand gently with his thumb.

[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, biting her lip at the kisses on her neck. Oh wow, that was just....she was practically putty in his hands now. No guy had ever done that to her like this. And those that remotely tried dare not speak of it. But this... "What...do you have....in mind...?" she whispered. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco paused at that whispered question, and he planted one more kiss that lingered a bit longer than the others before pulling away from her neck. He smiled at Charisma, letting go of her hand to instead trail his fingers along her cheek and jaw. "Well..." He traced the path he'd kissed down her neck with his fingertips as he pretended to think about it. "...How about this?"

He practically crashed his lips against hers, fierce and passionate, and pulled her closer to him. The hand that had been at her neck moved to lightly caress her side instead; Marco still had the sense to avoid certain areas in his caressing, luckily, though it'd be a lie to say he wasn't tempted...

[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 moaned again, melting at his touch. Then, he kissed her, and she returned it just as fiercely and passionately, pressing into him and putting her arms around him to pull him even closer. Then, she realized exactly what she was thinking and pulled back, blushing. "Marco..." she whispered softly, still holding him tight. "You....you have no idea how bad you're tempting me..." Though part of her wondered if this was such a bad thing... [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

I wouldn't be so sure about that, Marco thought in response to that whisper. Part of him wanted to just pick her up and disappear into her room, and her admission made his mind conjure a number of vivid images of doing just that. After all, Marco wasn't holding back for the sake of his own moral code, and if Charisma wanted it...

He shoved away the thought, though he didn't loosen his grip on her. "Charisma..." he whispered gently as he moved to kiss her forehead, "You know I'd never push you..." He'd never forgive himself if he was responsible for Charisma doing something she'd regret later.

That was the point when a different part of Marco, which had been silent and patient for a very long time, decided to make itself known. Put simply, that was when his stomach suddenly let out a loud, gurgling growl, reminding him that he hadn't eaten breakfast. Or lunch. In fact, he couldn't remember what, if anything, he'd eaten the night before, either.

Marco blinked at the sound, then let out what could only be described as a giggle. "Thanks for the input, stomach," he half-mumbled.

[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;)]She smiled at him, that was so sweet...and she figured it had to be hard for him. "I still want to wait til marriage before I....you know...go all the way, but maybe--" She found herself cut off by his stomach, then her own. She laughed slightly. "Maybe we should eat first. Then we'll talk." She chuckled again, shaking her head as she got up. "Anything in the fridge is yours. I keep my fridge so nothing's close to expiration, so if it's there, it's good." [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

"Good idea," Marco said response to idea of getting something to eat, and he couldn't help but quirk a brow and chuckle at the statement about the food in her fridge. "You know those expiration dates are more of a guideline, right?" he teased. He couldn't count the number of times he'd eaten things the day after they expired, and it hadn't killed him yet.

The brief thought flickered through his mind to take her out to lunch instead, but he dismissed it pretty quickly. With the state he was in, he'd have to make a trip to his place first to change and finish fixing his hair, and he didn't want Charisma to see the warzone that was his apartment. He'd just grab something small, just to keep the growls at bay for a while. Maybe take her out tonight or tomorrow or something; the thought made him unexpectedly giddy for a moment.

Marco glanced around the kitchen when he got there, half-looking for Babygirl even if he couldn't remember if the little kitty had even gone into this room when she left. Poor ignored kit-kat. He'd wait for Charisma to get something for herself before he went rummaging through her fridge.

[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;)]"Guideline, maybe. But I tend not to press my luck. Food poisoning and spoilage and mold and all that," she answered before adding, "Not good eats." She made her way to the fridge, pulling out a cold fried chicken leg she'd gotten from a restaurant a few days ago. Then, she grabbed a soda and sat down at the table, popping the top as she took a bite from the refrigerated chicken. "Make yourself at home," she said after swallowing, then took another bite. Meanwhile, Babygirl had gone to Charisma's room and curled up on her pillow, snoring softly. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco chuckled and shrugged at all the talk of food poison and such. He was pretty sure he knew the difference between 'past the date' and 'going to kill you.' "I like to live dangerously," he claimed with a grin. Yeah right. He was a dangerous bad boy when Grumpig started growing wings and he knew it.

He held back another chuckle at the offer to make himself at home, mostly because 'making himself at home' would likely involve him sprawled out on the couch while he ate. He made his way over to the fridge, immediately grabbing a soda for himself that he wasted no time opening and taking a swallow of as he looked for something to eat. Even if she did have any other leftovers in here, he wasn't inclined to snatch them, despite her assurance that he was welcome to anything. Maybe he should just make himself a sandwich. Yeah, that sounded alright.

One peanut butter sandwich made later and he sat down across from Charisma at the table, taking another sip of his soda. Only after the first couple of bites did his stomach allow his brain to rewind slightly to the subject they'd been on before. Well, actually, it more rewound to the making out part, before he made it go forward to the talking part...And Marco realized a few moments too late that he was starting to stare at Charisma dreamily and took another bite of his sandwich to distract himself. Focus Marco.

[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;)]"Right, well someone in the band needs to be cautious, no?" she teased, tearing into her chicken leg some more. "Besides...you live about as dangerously as a newborn baby. Only instead of clinging to Mommy you cling to me or Holly or Trish~" Charisma chuckled, seeing what Marco was making. "Heh. I offer you anything in the apartment, and you make PB and J. You know I can afford pretty much anything I want, so you don't have to be skimpy like that. Although....I gotta say it is sweet." Noticing him staring moments later, she smiled, but got up to throw her chicken bone away--since now she was starting to stare. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco let out a small laugh at Charisma's comeback and feigned a hurt look. "Oh, come on, give me a little more credit. I'm at least as dangerous as a two year old." He chuckled again.

At the comment on his food choice, he took on an almost defense posture with the sandwich. "Hey, I like PB and J." One moment of feigned realization later, and he 'hastily corrected,' "I mean of course I'm sweet." He was unable to resist the genuine gigglefit at his own joke there, before he finished off the sandwich with speed that showed that there was a grain of truth to it.

Of course, that left him with nothing to distract himself and, and when Charisma was done throwing away the chicken bone she'd find Marco looking at her with that dreamy smile back in place.

[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 gave a chuckle, shaking her head as she finished throwing her bone away. "Not knocking PB and J. I keep it stocked for a reason, Marco." Turning around, she found him staring at her, and a smile formed on her face. She found it hard to believe he was actually looking at her like that. "What's that look for, hm?" she teased. [/scrolly]

[SongofWindchimes]

Marco breathed a small laugh at the tease, but his smile didn't waver. He did realize that the topic they'd been on before their stomachs protested their neglect needed to be addressed, but there was only one way he could answer that particular question.

Marco's voice dipped into a deep, seductive purr as he got out of his seat. "That look..." He walked over to Charisma, wrapping an arm around her waist. "...Is for you." He planted a quick, gentle peck on her lips. "Only 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 smiled as she felt his arm around her waist, and she giggled a little at the kiss. "That, I like." She wrapped her arms around him, letting her lips meet his. "Yeah...I can definitely get used to this." She nuzzled into his neck, holding him close. Then, she pulled back. "Well...you're the expert here. Now what?" [/scrolly]