Bruises Part 2

Bruises pt. 2

Bog stood on the balcony his newly built castle, breathing in the evening air. In the distance he saw the boarder between the fairys land and his own. He thought of Marianne and rubbed his chin, knowing she would come visit soon. Tonight was the night he was going to kiss her. Like really kiss her, not the soft kisses he'd given her before. This time was going to be different.

He sighed, and shook his head, shuddering his entire body. He mimicked holding Marianne at arms length. "It's simple just grab her and-and... Ergh" he stuttered and turned away from the woods, back to the room behind him.

This time the castle took up and entire tree, not just a stump. They had originally been using it as a storage, but with a bit of hollowing, the tree had become the perfect new castle. Bogs room was nearer to the top of the tree, while the base held the entrance, and several dining rooms, and such. The throne room had been moved to the center of the tree, with a balcony similar to his own and a large ballroom. Which Dawn had suggested, well more like demanded, he make.

Bogs room had a large bed in the middle, which his mother had obviously had a hand in making, because every time bog looked at it he blushed. It was a canopy bed made of moss and wood, but there were hearts carved into almost every inch of the wood, and roses and other assorted flowers covered the bed, and no matter how many times Bog got rid of them, some how his mother snuck in and put them back.

The rest of the room was rather bare. There was a desk in the corner, and next to take a place holder for his staff and armor. There were two doors, one to the rest of the castle and the other to a special sparring area he had designed for he and Marianne, which they used often enough.

Bog sat down at his desk, piles of paper sat atop it, most of them letters from the Fairy king asking as many questions as he could fit on paper about what Bogs intentions with his daughter. He let out a sigh, hoping Marianne would hurry.

There was a soft sound behind him, like something hitting wood, and he spun around, just in time. He swung his staff in front of his thin frame and blocked the sword of a fearsome Marianne. "You're losing your touch" he chuckled deeply. He pushed her back and she skidded across the wooden floor.

She sheathed her sword and laughed. "Excuse me? I made it in here and nearly cut your head off and you didn't hear me at all!" Bog sat his staff down and began to speak but Marianne cut him off, "of course I mean before I hit your stupid bed, did your mother add more hearts?"

She leaned down and ran a hand along Bogs bed, gently touching the engravings. Bog walked towards her, standing at the opposite side of the bed. "I-I wouldn't know, I have yet to count them." He looked at Marianne nervously. Throwing her off.

He wouldn't hold eye contact with her, looking down or at the wall. Marianne flew up and laid down on the mossy bed. "Something wrong Boggy Woggy?" She laughed. Bog was taken aback by that, "have you been spending time withe Dawn?" He asked coyly, sitting down on the bed across from her, facing away.

"Maybe" Marianne reached over and placed her index finger on the small of his back, and ever so gently ran it up between his wings. Bog yelped and his entire body shuddered, his wings tensing up. "M-Marianne-!"

Marianne proceeded to grab his shoulders and pull him down on the bed, his head falling into her lap. She hugged his head and then laid back down. They stayed like that for a moment before Bog finally built up the courage to move himself so he lay next to her.
"Dawn, Sunny and I are going to the river by the Elf village tomorrow." Marianne said. The two of them laid shoulder to shoulder, breathing in unison. Bog found her hand, and entertained his long fingers with hers. "That sounds... Lovely?" He said, almost coughing it out.

His cheeks burned and he tried to shake off the nervousness he felt, but as Mariannes thumb gently caressed the palm of his hand, he turned stiff and unmoving.

"Dawn said I should bring you, and I don't think I could even picture you swimming." Marianne laughed, turning her head towards his. She saw now that he was biting his bottom lip and his eyes were darting back and forth. She thought for a moment she had said something wrong, but he let out a quiet laugh, "I could say the same for you." He said, turning his head towards hers but still not looking her in the eye.

Bog wanted to run and hide, but kiss her passionately at the same time. He wanted to pin her to the bed and make her his entirely. But he didn't move as she sat up. She looked at him quizzically, wishing she could read his mind. He turned his head back and forth, not knowing what to say or do. This was still all so new to him.

Marianne swung a leg over him, and sat on top of him. He held his hands hovering above her waist nervously. He began stuttering, but she put a finger to his lips. And he calmed down. She reached up and grabbed one of the millions of flowers Griselda had left them and placed it behind his ear.

He made an irritated face and then she leaned down and kissed his nose. "Beautiful." She chuckled. He realized now she had been messing with her, and he got a little annoyed.

He retaliated, carefully swinging her over, pinning her to the bed, making sure to tuck her wings down so they didn't get cramped. Marianne gasped, surprised at his reaction. He let out a laugh before noticing her squirming nervously under him. She was completely exposed. He had pinned both her arms back with one hand, and with the other held her waist against him. Her leg he had parted almost instinctively with his own, he leaned into her gently and she let out a soft moan, driving him wild.

He tilted down his head and leaned his forehead against hers, releasing his hand and sliding down under her back he lifted her closer until they were inches apart. Marianne brought her arms down and put one to the back of his head, and the other she positioned on the small of his his back. He shuddered as she once again tickled his sweet spot, closing his eyes and making a deep growl.

He couldn't stand it anymore, he rushed In, pushing his lips hard against hers at first, their bodies tensing against each other. And as he released the kiss they both seemed to relax, as though a weight had been lifted.

Bog gently kissed her lips again, then traced his lips down her jaw line onto her neck, nibbling softly on it. To his surprise Marianne writhed under him, letting out a sharp moan. At first Bog thought he'd hurt her and he started retreating, but Marianne pulled him closer, her body begging him to stay.

At that Bog made another deep growl, almost a purr, and began licking her neck and nibbling like she would die if he didn't.

All of a sudden there was a loud bang, and Griselda came running in, yelling, "Bog! Is Marianne up here?! I wanna see my lovely soon-to-be-daughter-in-law!"

Griselda saw Marianne sprawled out on Bogs bed, with no Bog to be seen. Marianne sat up, her hair a mess, and Griselda let out a bellow, "WELL SOMEONE WAS HAVING FUN" she laughed, and put a finger up to her neck. Marianne touched where her neck was still wet with Bogs saliva, and felt a spot that was exceedingly sore.

Bog fell down from the ceiling, landing in front of his mother. "Goodbye mother!" He growled and slammed the door. But Griselda yelled through, "Be safe! Make good choices!  MAKE ME SOME GRANDBABIES" And then it went quiet.