Take This Dance. {Markiplier x Reader}

Chapter Twenty-Two:

"Could you raise your elbows a little higher?" I asked, tilting my head sideways to glance at his elbows. I attempted this without trying to break our intertwined hands, or the current dance position that we were in.

"What's wrong with my elbows?" Mark questioned, "I can't raise them any higher."

"Yes, you can," I laughed breathily. Mark gave me a funny look.

"Um, since when can you control my body limitations?" He joked. I ended up chuckling at this, my face contorting so much that it caused my eyes to squint. Mark joined into the laughter as we both loosened our stiff bodies from the current dance position. Apparently as we were laughing, my head began to rest gently onto his chest. My cheek smushed against him as I turned my head to the side. I closely listened to his rapid heartbeat banging against the bones in his rib cage. I suddenly felt my face heat up, hoping that he wouldn't notice and would only think that it was his own body heat doing so.

"You're very warm," spoke a concerned Mark to me, as he rubbed my back ever so lightly, "You're not sick, are you?"

"No, no," I cringed my eyes shut. He chuckled a little, feeling his laugh rumble against my ear. We remained silent for a while, trying our best to not ruin the moment, swaying in a calm motion.

"I have a question," he broke the silence by speaking in a low manner. His deep, rumbling voice in an almost whisper.

"Ask away."

"Do you want to dance?" Mark glanced his head down to look at me, eyes glancing in every direction to look for signals in my facial expressions. My eyebrows tilted downwards slightly.

"Then what have we been doing these past couple of months?" I joked. Mark rolled his eyes.

"I mean, just for ourselves," he laughed, "and not just for a competition." I looked into his dark eyes, biting the inside of my cheek. I smiled a little, and responded with:

"Sure."

He broke away from our current position, and walked to the speaker that gently rested on one of the foldable chairs in the studio. He pressed a button on the top and adjusted the sound.

"Watch this," Mark turned his head slightly into my direction as he switched off the lights. I looked around myself. Tiny, yellow and white fairy lights were strung along the tops of the mirrors of the studio. They glowed bright, then would slowly fade out in a repetitive motion.

I smiled, "They're beautiful."

"I knew you would like them," he smiled and began to walk towards me once more. I watched as his baggy shorts swayed against himself as he walked, and how his tight grey shirt prominently clung to his chest and around his arms. He ruffled his longish dark hair, unsure as to what to do.

"So..." he spoke, "How do we do this?"

I laughed a little, "Here." I took his wrists and guided his hands to rest on my waist. His fingertips pressed firmly against my torso, not so much as to hurt me but just enough to cling onto me. I gently rested my arms on his shoulders and looked into his auburn eyes.

We both began to swag to the soft music, silently and resigned. It was nice.

"You know," Mark's voice rumbled, "You're very pretty/handsome."

I looked up at him in confusion. No one has really said that, besides my parents or friends on occasion. It was weird hearing it from him.

"I know that's a little sudden," his brows slightly glanced upwards, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," I shook my head slightly, "Thank you."

We looked at each other deeply. I admired his facial features; the lines that creased on his face and cheeks, and his scruff of a beard that I loved oh so dearly. I couldn't help myself but to look at his deep, dark eyes, the ones that I admired since the day I first met him. The next thing he said seemed to take me by surprise:

"Would it be weird if I kissed you right now?" Mark chuckled slightly. I felt my cheeks begin to heat up once more.

"No," I blurted out without thinking. I can't believe I just said that.

Mark took his hands, and barely cupped my face. His middle finger gently traced the outline of my jaw. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed.

Then, that's when I felt his lips on mine.

It felt like a kiss that you would see in movies or if you read about it in books. It felt like magic; like sparks began to fly around in my stomach. It felt like if we were to pull away this very second, then we would break.

Mark was barely kissing me, like I was a vase and even the slightest bit of pressure would cause me to crack. After a few seconds, he pressed a little harder. For some odd reason, my hands went up to feel his long, dark hair. I ruffled it around a little. His hands made its way down to my waist once more, pulling me against him. I sharply breathed in, grasping for air.

Mark slowly pulled away, but quickly gave me a quick peck on the lips, like he didn't want to leave the kiss. I opened my eyes first, then saw his long lashes flutter open slowly. His brown orbs began to soak up every detail in my face. We were both too shocked about the whole thing to talk at the moment.

A soft "woah" managed to escape my lips. He chuckled at that, then moved a piece of hair that had fallen into my face behind my ear. He placed each one of his hands against the sides of my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that," he spoke softly, placing his forehead against mine.

I don't know which part was more shocking; the fact that I just kissed the single most attractive guy I've met, or that I've fallen in love with him.

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AN: hey guys, it's been a while. Sorry for not updating this book as often as before, school has been tiring and I never really had time to write. So, please forgive me, and I'll try my hardest to update more chapters in the future! Thank you! Muah! 😘