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Star's Crossed Lovers	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 22548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Vs. the Forces of Evil or its characters. I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 3: Wants, Needs, and Evil Deeds

Janna lay in bed, shivering. She had been all bundled up in her warmest pajamas, so why was she still so cold?

She realized that her pajamas were gone, and that she was jaybird-naked under her covers. Her skin went goosebumpy, and her small brown nipples stiffened with the chill as she reached for the edge of the blanket to pull it tighter around herself.

“Here…let me warm you up,” a male voice said kindly.

Marco rolled on top of her, his naked skin instantly heating hers. She put her arms around him and pulled him closer, her body drinking in his warmth. She felt her very skin relaxing, the goosebumps smoothing away, although her nipples remained hard against the boy’s chest.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” Janna replied.

She wrapped her legs around him for further warmth. He smiled at her—his smile was beautiful—and his brown eyes looked into hers.

And then, somehow, his hard male part slipped inside her with perfect ease. She hadn’t realized how wet she was!

They began to move together, slowly and steadily. Marco’s chest stayed pressed against hers, and his thrusts were angled in just the right way to put rhythmic pressure on her sweet spot. And those warm brown eyes never looked away from her face. She breathed in time with him, reveling in the sweet intimacy of the act, of sharing Marco’s heat and body, of surrounding him and holding him to her and working pleasure from his shaft inside her.

Subtly, using movement alone, she urged him to move a little faster. The rhythmic pressure, already so nice, grew stronger as her lover’s thrusts grew quicker, deeper. Their mouths were open now as they each breathed harder from the work of making love to each other.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered to him.

“I won’t,” he breathed. “Unless you wake up.”

Janna awoke to the first rays of Saturday-morning sunlight. She had pushed her covers off the bed during the night, and she was chilly even in her winter pajamas. She grabbed the comforter and pulled it back over herself, trying to get warm even as she grumbled to herself.

“Why do I always wake up before the good part?”

***

He awoke to the sensation of being pinned to the bed—and the sound of a whisper in his ear.

“Marcoooo…”

He opened his eyes and found himself staring directly into a pair of blue ones that were only a few inches away from his face.

“St- Star?” he managed. “What’re you doing in my room? And…on top of me?”

“You’re in my room, remember?” the magical princess replied.

“Oh. Yeah,” Marco mumbled, now dimly recalling the events of the previous evening.

“As for the other thing, welllll...it’s just that I’m feeling pretty backed up right now, and I was hoping you could help me out.”

“Backed up? Um...do you mean-”

“Monsters!” Star cried, startling Marco into full consciousness. “We haven’t fought any monsters in almost a month!”

“Yeah, true,” Marco replied. “I guess Ludo’s out of the picture, and that explosion at the castle probably spread Toffee over three square miles. There’s nobody left to fight.”

“Exactly. And I just woke up feeling like I really need to punch something. So...can we go out in the back yard and fight?”

“You mean, like, spar?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Actually, that would be…pretty cool. Now that I think about it, I can’t believe we haven’t done it before.”

“Well, up to now, we’ve been kinda busy with the actual fighting.”

“Okay, let’s do it. I just need to save a little energy for skateboarding with Jackie. And…you’re gonna have to let me up.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” Star said, rolling off of Marco.

***

Minutes later, they were in the back yard. Marco had put on his white tang soo do uniform and his green belt with a stripe.

“What are you wearing?” he asked as Star approached, sporting a blue leotard and leg warmers.

“My mom had these made for me. She said it’s what Earth girls wear to work out.”

“Um, not lately, I don’t think. Anyway,” he said, hefting the pair of duffel bags he had brought outside with him, “I brought my extra set of pads for you. There’s headgear, a chest protector, shin pads-”

“Oh, we won’t need any of that,” Star said.

“Sparring safely is very important, Star. It’s way too easy to accidentally- Hey!” he shouted as Star grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to her side. Then she raised her wand above their heads.

“Bubbly bouncy armorino!” she shouted.

Suddenly, Marco found himself being coated in a translucent, amber-colored, rubbery substance more than a quarter-inch thick. It felt weird, but Marco was mostly just relieved that it had left his mouth and nostrils uncovered.

“What is this?” Marco asked, looking down at his amber-coated forearm.

“Magical bouncy stuff,” Star replied. “Now we can hit each other as hard as we want, and it won’t hurt.”

“Really?” Marco asked. “Because I don’t see how this could-”

Star’s sudden jumping spinning back kick slammed into Marco’s chest, sending him flying backward. Somehow, the kick hadn’t hurt, but Marco had a split second in which to wonder whether his imminent collision with the back fence would be as painless.

In fact, it was: Not only didn’t the impact hurt, but he rebounded off the fence and went flying back toward Star. It was a rush, like nothing Marco had experienced outside of an amusement park.

Marco hit the ground and, having been trained to take a fall, rolled expertly to his feet.

“That was awesome!” he shouted.

“Now you try and hit me,” Star challenged.

Marco threw his favorite combination: a feinting front kick followed by a high roundhouse and then a spinning reverse crescent kick. Star wasn’t fooled by the false front kick and blocked the roundhouse, but the crescent kick took her by surprise and smacked into the side of her face. She spun sideways in an aerial cartwheel, flipping all the way around and then landing on her feet.

“Nice one!” she said. “I’ve never seen you use that kick before.”

“You’ve never seen me fight anyone who wasn’t twice my height before.”

“Well now you’re in for it!” she shouted gleefully as she launched herself at him.

Marco easily ducked under Star’s flying kick but only barely managed to block the backfist she threw at him the instant she landed. He countered by trying to sweep her leg, but he wasn’t fast enough; she snatched her foot up off the ground and, with impressive flexibility, lifted it high in the air and whipped it sideways in a hook kick to Marco’s head. The boy’s whole body spun in the air before he landed on his back and then bounced to his feet—using the momentum to shoot a palm strike straight up into Star’s jaw. The girl cried “Whee!” as she flew straight up, almost to the height of the roof of the house. Then she fell back to Earth and bounced to a stop.

“Marco, you’re awesome!” Star cried. Then she narrowed her eyes and hissed, “But now I really need to hit you.”

“Bring it on, Power Princess,” Marco said, giving her a come-get-some gesture with his outstretched arm.

Star seemed to know that she couldn’t hit Marco with her first strike: Her jumping front kick was just a way to keep him on the defensive as she moved into striking distance. She followed up with a straight punch to the face, making Marco duck—and fail to spot Star’s follow-up hook punch to his lower ribs, which landed solidly and made him bend over at the waist. Then, using one hand to push his head down, she leaped up and slammed her opposite elbow down into the back of his neck. Marco guessed that without the magical rubbery substance protecting him, the move would probably have broken his neck instead of knocking him to the ground and bouncing him back up again like a basketball.

“Nice combo, Star!” Marco said as he landed on his feet. “Feeling better now?”

“Oh, yeahhh,” she replied, as though Marco had just massaged a knot out of her back. “But just to be sure, wanna beat the daylights out of each other some more?”

“Definitely!”

***

High above the back yard, unseen by Star and Marco, a disembodied eyeball hovered on little red bat wings as it watched the two teenagers knock each other around.

Down in the underworld, the eyeball’s owner took a sip of his mineral water and leaned forward in his easy chair. His two eyes blinked while the lids of the third were slack, hanging partway open and revealing the empty socket there.

“Aw, Starship, what are you doing?” Tom muttered. “Play-fighting with your little Earth-boy boyfriend, when you belong down here with me?”

“I am down here with you,” a dull male voice replied.

Startled, Tom whipped his head around to see his personal servant—a skeleton in a gray morning coat, white gloves, and a black cravat—standing behind him.

“Damn it, I was talking to myself!” Tom shouted.

“Oh. Sounded like you were talking to someone called Starship.”

“Then why did you think I was talking to you?!”

“I was hoping you’d renamed me.”

“I’ve told you before, Boner—if you come up with a better name, I’ll consider it.”

“I don’t have much imagination. Or a brain. Or a spleen.”

“You don’t need a spleen.”

“Nobody does. Still be nice to have one.”

“Did you come in here for a reason?” Tom demanded.

“You asked me to polish your shoes,” Boner said.

“That was two days ago.”

“Just found the polish.”

Tom growled in aggravation. “Fine,” he spat, sticking his feet out. Then, as his servant knelt by his feet and opened the can of shoe polish, Tom turned his attention back to the view from his third eye.

“You know,” Tom said absently, turning, “when Star and I first met, I was her perfect boyfriend. I was cool, I was edgy, I wasn’t afraid to break the rules, I wasn’t afraid of anything. And she loved it!”

“Hmm,” Boner replied neutrally, applying some polish to a rag.

“And then she goes and changes the rules on me. Suddenly I’m not edgy anymore; instead, I’ve got ‘anger issues,’” he said, making air quotes. “And then she doesn’t want to hang out at the Six-Eyed Warthog with me because I ‘always pick a fight with a skin demon.’ Like she’s never punched a skin demon.”

“Just the one that tried to eat her face,” Boner commented, beginning to polish Tom’s left shoe.

“My point,” Tom growled, “is that she broke up with me for the same reasons she wanted to date me in the first place!”

“Maybe she grew as a person,” Boner said guilelessly as he polished.

“What the Here does that mean?”

“Don’t really know. Bonita reads self-help books.”

“Who’s Bonita?”

“My wife.”

“You’re married?”

“For three hundred years now. Guess it’s never come up.”

Tom rolled his eyes and returned to his diatribe. “I tried to change, but it wasn’t enough. I ruined the Blood Moon Ball for her, and it wasn’t enough!”

“You’re ready to move on, then,” Boner said absently, switching to the other shoe.

“What? No! I’ve just finally realized that my bending over backwards to suit her is pointless. If I can’t be the boyfriend she wants, then I’ll make her the girlfriend I want.”

Flames rising behind his eyes, Tom concluded, “And then she’ll be the one bending over.”

“Like me,” Boner said, giving Tom’s shoe one last rub with his rag before straightening up. Then, reaching with the rag toward the top of Tom’s head, the skeletal servant said, “Should I do the horns, too?”

Eyes aflame, Tom leaped to his feet and slammed his fist into the side of his manservant’s skull-like head, knocking it off his shoulders and sending it flying to the back of the room.

“Don’t! Touch! The HORNS!” he screamed.

After several moments of hard breathing, the fire in Tom’s eyes died away, and the demon prince looked down at his headless servant. Now deprived of the ability to see or speak, Boner stood up and raised his hands to indicate his helplessness.

“Back wall,” Tom groaned. “Five feet to the left of the door.”

***

Star grabbed a handful of the popcorn she had brought as a snack and munched on it as she sat on a tree branch in the park, watching Marco and Jackie through a pair of binoculars. Star’s position was well concealed by leaves, yet she had a good view of her hoodied friend and his freckled crush as the girl taught the boy the finer points of balancing on a skateboard while briefly sliding down a short metal handrail next to a few concrete steps.

Things seemed to be going well. Not only was Marco actually learning the trick, but whatever he was saying to Jackie in between slides was making her laugh. Plus, at one point, Jackie had caught Marco when he lost his balance on the rail, and the way they looked at each other during their involuntary embrace had “budding romance” written all over it. Star was excited for Marco—her bestie deserved to have a girlfriend as cool as Jackie—and she was relieved that Marco’s double-date plan seemed to be on track, as it would take a lot of the pressure off when she was with Oskar tonight. For one thing, there would be fewer awkward silences if there were two more conversationalists in the mix.

Somewhere behind her, Star heard footsteps on the concrete walkway that led to where Jackie and Marco were practicing. Falling over backwards and hooking her legs around the branch, Star hung upside down by her knees, with her head just peeking out from among the leaves. Now she had a clear view of who was approaching: Janna.

It wasn’t a total surprise to see her here. Janna and Jackie were at least sort of friends, and Star had seen them skateboard together once or twice. But as the princess glanced over at Jackie and Marco and saw that they were now having a full-on conversation—which no doubt included Marco’s inviting Jackie to the Bounce Lounge tonight—Star realized that Janna’s appearance just now could be a problem. Star liked Janna, chiefly for her delightfully morbid sense of humor, but the magical princess had recently begun to notice that the dark-haired girl tended to get kind of weird around Marco.

With her trademark agility, Star unhooked her knees from the tree branch and back-flipped down to land on her feet in front of Janna.

“Hey, Star,” the girl said, seemingly unperturbed by the way in which the blonde princess had suddenly appeared before her.

“Hey, Janna,” Star replied. “What’s up?”

“Oh, just came to see what’s happening in the park.” Her eyes narrowed as she looked in Marco and Jackie’s direction. “Looks like Jackie’s teaching Marco some new tricks.” Then, murmuring, she added, “I’d like to teach him a few.”

This was exactly the sort of weirdness Star had been worried about. She needed to get Janna out of here before the combat-booted girl could mess things up for Marco.

Thinking quickly, Star said, “Hey, did you hear about that body they found down at the pier last night? They say it was so bloated and decayed, half of it was all over the dock by the time the police finished fishing it out of the water. They’re still cleaning it up.”

“No way!” Janna exclaimed. “I gotta go check that out! Later, Star.”

The girl walked swiftly back the way she had come, and Star gave herself a mental high-five. This was followed by another as she watched Jackie write something down for Marco—doubtless her address so that he could pick her up for their interdimensional trip to the Bounce Lounge.

A minute later, Jackie skated away, and Star met up with Marco at their predetermined spot over by the children’s playground, where none of their peers were likely to be.

“Sooooo, how’d it goooo?” Star asked in a suggestive singsong.

“It was amazing,” Marco said with something approaching awe. “I made eye contact. I spoke in complete sentences. I didn’t fall on my face—literally or figuratively. I was like a totally different person!”

“No,” Star corrected, “you were like you, instead of the total love-zombie you used to be when you were around Jackie.”

“And you know why?” Marco said. “Because I knew you were watching out for me. Thanks, wingman.”

Star grinned, her eyes turning shiny. “Any time, wingman.”

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