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Demolition Addiction	By : alicevanity Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not own/know Eminem and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5:

"Look. Yesterday was amazing, but I really think we should stop this. I mean…I don’t even know what this is." Alli's voice trembled as she clenched the receiver.

Marshall was trying to convince her to meet him this weekend at his place, and Allison refused in more ways than one - but Marshall just wouldn’t give up. "Relax. Its nothing, I just wanted to let you hear a few beats I made, I need an opinion." Marshall said, sounding more distant but just as persistent. "Well, what about Dre?" Allison tried to avoid his true intention. "He's not objective. He helped me with the mixing." He replied coldly, starting to sound impatient.

"I don’t know. I'd rather not. I got this huge exam coming up…" Allison started to murmur when he cut her off aggressively. "What the fuck is this, Alli? You're being so fucking weird. Jeez." He spat, she could hear him breathe heavily on the other side. A long moment passed by, and all she felt was a lump growing in her throat – keeping her from talking. "Just tell me you'll be there. I'll pick you up myself. Its not a fucking date." Marshall pressed the last words, emphasizing every syllable.

"Fine." She frowned and the butterflies in her stomach flew free again. "Can I bring my friend?" she asked unexpectedly, anxious to hear Marshall's response. "Yeah. Whatever." He agreed immediately and they finished the conversation. Allison sat on her bed, leaning her pounding head against the soft pillow. She knew who she was going to take with her- she was going to ask Corey to join her. Why? Because she wanted to see the look on Marshall's face when they'd walk together into his car. She needed to know that this really wasn’t a romantic thing. Consciously, it was all about the music and their new friendship. Unconsciously, she just wanted to make him jealous – she needed to see he cared about her.

Marshall lied in his king sized bed, groaning and screaming into the pillow. He couldn’t help but wonder where her question came from and who she was going to bring over. She didn’t mention if it was a boy or a girl – which only made him more nervous. He rolled his muscular body to lie on his back and stared at the ceiling, Friday seemed too far away. His only comfort was enjoying the silence, hearing the clock on his nightstand ticking as the minutes went by.

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"Let me get this straight. You're saying Eminem is going to pick us up in his Porsche tonight?" Corey questioned Alli, his brownish green eyes almost popping out of their holes.

Alli grabbed a few short brown locks and stretched them behind her ear, she nodded happily and pulled the rest of her hair in a ponytail. "Call him Marshall or I'm going to feel strange throughout the whole evening." She added after a moment with a sigh. A series of loud knocks cut off their dialogue when Marshall Mathers himself banged his fist against the wooden door.
"Lets go. Don’t act all weird. Please." Alli said playfully and grabbed Corey by the hand. She dragged him all the way to the front door and reached her other hand to open the front door. Marshall's eyes lightened when he met her face, but just a moment later, he lowered his gaze to take a glance at something he didn’t like at all. Allison's hand was still in Corey's. She pulled away immediately and greeted Marshall with a wave. "Ya'll ready?" he asked with fake simplicity in his words and waited for her reply. "Yes." She smiled awkwardly and they headed out.

His hands burned on the wheel the whole drive, they longed to feel what Corey felt. A wave of lust was striking his whole body as he looked at her, he couldn’t focus on the road at all. He felt like the tension between them was building up for so long and it was finally time to do something about it. He told her earlier that this wasn’t the way things were going at all – but he lied. Because deep down, he hoped this was exactly where things were going.

The luxurious condo garage opened and Marshall parked his beautiful car. He climbed out of the driver's seat and led Alli and Corey to the first floor. Corey dug his nails into Allison's back with excitement and kept following. Allison wasn’t too excited – she has been there before, and liked what she had seen.

The rapper led them into the living room, where a couple of their classmates were playing some video games. On the other sofa, Roy was flirting with some black chick who looked a bit older than they was. Allison assumed he used Eminem's house and name to impress her enough and bed her, she rolled her eyes at him and turned to give Corey a small smile. "I'll be right back." Marshall said when he caught her smile and disappeared down the hallway.

It wasn’t long until the older chick ditched the living room, leaving Allison and Roy to talk while Corey took his turn on the play station. "I'm bored." Roy declared after a long moment of silence and started to go through the drawers of the big table infront of them. He found a joint and a lighter in the last drawer and decided to smoke it. Allison stared at him in disbelief, "Want some?" he offered in response. She hesitated, but finally reached her hand forward. "What the fuck are you doing? Take that away from her." Marshall exclaimed, popping out of nowhere. He pushed Roy's hand away and offered Alli to join him for a walk.

"Corey, are you coming?" she asked immediately, and Marshall felt a lump of anger forming in his throat. He hoped Corey would stay out of the way and wouldn’t even think of joining them. "Nah, I'm cool, we're in the middle of a marathon here." He smirked without even looking at her. "As you wish." She murmured rapidly and hurried to follow Em.

At the end of the hallway was a heavy, wooden door. Marshall pushed it forward and turned on the lights. The stairs spiraled down maybe 20 feet from the ground, which made Allison a bit dizzy. She followed him carefully 'till they finally made it to the safe and solid ground. "This is my studio." Marshall said proudly and raised his hands. "Amazing." She responded and searched the spacious room. Huge speakers were lying across the room, surrounding it from everywhere. Two pairs of white mini-speakers were taped to the walls, connected with only one single cable to the rest of the equipment. In the left corner were a big wooden writing desk and a couple of chairs. The table was empty and it was easy to assume that Marshall didn’t use him very often.

Yet, the most interesting thing in that room was standing right infront of her in his gray baggy pants and a huge t-shirt. She felt so helpless and transparent when he looked at her, it was so quiet down there she could almost feel him breathe.

Marshall was stepping closer, and before she knew it he was only inches from her face. His big eyes stared down at her, icy-blue and ocean deep. "You didn’t bring me here to listen to your mixtapes…" she whispered as the understanding hit her, sounding too far in her mind. "That’s right." He smiled softly and kept looking on her inviting pinkish lips. Surprisingly, Allison drew closer, closing the distance between them and pressing her soft lips against his.

Her lips fluttered teasingly on his, causing a torturous, tingling sensation in his body. Marshall, however, was less patient and eager to quit the games. His left hand pressed her back, bringing their chests to rub together firmly, and his tongue was sent out to find hers. The sound of their wet clashing tongues made Alli grow hotter and careless about where this was going.

He pushed her passionately all the way to his writing table, until her bottom was pressed against the wood and their hips rubbed together rhythmically. His hands were gripping her throat gently, enjoying the soft touch and silky smooth skin. Their breathing became shallow and quick, and everytime their tongues touched, Allison felt her crotch on fire. "Damn." Marshall finally moaned into their kiss and pulled back.

Alli breathed in heavily and looked at him, his eyes burned with a blue flame, sparkling like she never saw them sparkle before. It was only then when he remembered how pure and untouchable she was. "So how was your first kiss?" He asked almost bashfully and stood beside her, very aware of their arms browsing lightly. Allison smiled and laid her head on his chest, rubbing his stomach in circles. She felt like he was a magnet that could get her to do anything and everything he wanted.

Slowly, she turned to stand infront of him and took his right hand in hers. She placed it just a little above her left breast, letting him feel her heart racing hectically. Then, she brought her face to his neck, burying her nose in his delicious cologne and almost getting off on it. There was something incredibly arousing about that specific moment, it was pure trust and intimacy. He pressed his right hand to her chest and sensed the pounding, feeling his pulsating member throbbing just as fast. But he knew he must stop for now – she was still a virgin.

Sorry, I know this is abit short...but good news are: my muse is back!
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