Clear my head.

"It's obviously not. What did you do, walk into a fist?"

Sienna blushed and looked down. "I was rude to one of the boys....that I'm seeing..."

Marshall blinked. Okay, that stung. But he had to get to the bottom of this first.

"Okay. A - I don't believe that. The truth, please. B - who is he? C - what kind of justification is that for mangling you?"

"It doesn't matter who he is...and he said that I was disrespecting him...he wanted to teach me a lesson..."

"Then he's a w*nker and requires swift and painful retribution. It very much matters who he is," Marsh said firmly, gently letting go of ehr arm and pulling out her other arm, examining the bruises. "So, who is he?"

Sienna began to cry. "Please don't...he...he said if I told anyone he'd so worse to me..."

"Stay with me, then," Marshall said. "Easy. If you stay by my side the whole time, then he won't be able to hurt you because I'll be here to break his neck. Okay?"

Sienna began to cry. "Marsh...he'll hurt you too...I don't want that..."

"Do I look like I'll let some arrogant sadistic punk hurt me or you?" Marshall said. "Come here," he added softly.

Sienna looked into his eyes. "Cleanse my body...with yours..." she whispered, going to take off her bikini top.

Marsh caught her wrists, and refastened her bikini top.
"No," he said softly. "I can't, Sienna. I'll hurt you."

Sienna shook her head, "please...show me that I'm capable of being loved..." she whispered, leaning forwards and kissing him.

Marshall kissed ehr back, being careful not to touch her.

Sienna moved his hands, placing them on her body.

Marshall pulled away gently and pulled away his hands.
"No, Sienna. I'm not going to hurt you."

(OOC: oa?)