A Heist In Space With Markiplier ONE SHOTS

3+1: 4 (Final) First Kiss

It's mid-August. The sky was painted yellow and pink from the setting sun.

Illinois kept his promise. Since the Gallery incident, you've stayed away from adventures and settled in a small town. He gave you room to breath by giving you a small house on the outskirts of town. Under normal circumstances, you would insist on getting an apartment, but since the incident, you just needed some alone time. Time to think. Time to understand your own feelings.

His house wasn't far. A few minutes walk. He gave you a key. You were welcome at any time. And yet you haven't seen each other in two months.

Those two months were the first time you could really think. Overthink. Losing yourself in your own mind.

You realized three things:

1. The carpet in your living room was exceptionally soft and perfect for staring at the ceiling for hours.

2. You miss the smell of leather and canvas.

3. Illinois' entire existence was like a siren song and you struggled every day to resist it.

You only now realized that you had been under his spell since the first time you met and every time you tried to leave, you somehow found a way back to him. You had lost your heart and it was now part of his collection. The only thing that stopped him from possessing both your body and your soul was a single kiss.

One kiss and there will be no turning back.

A kiss to seal the deal.

A kiss to become his holy grail.

Every time you opened your front door and looked out, you could see his house. So far and yet so close. There was nothing standing in your way except your own pride and sanity.

But today you were weak.

You didn't bother putting on shoes. You looked up at the sky and noticed that the colorful play of colors from before was replaced by dark rain clouds.

You felt the first drops on your face and closed your eyes. It didn't take long for the light drizzle to turn into a storm.

The rain soaked your clothes and your hair was wet and stuck to your face.

This was the perfect weather.

Your legs moved of their own accord, carrying you down the street until you stood in front of his house.

Lightning and thunder joined the rain and the wind became more ruthless. But you didn't care.

Three steps and you were standing at his door. You take three deep breaths. You knock on the door three times.

You heard the footsteps behind the door. Your heart was racing and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins. You heard the door unlock and you held your breath.

The door swung open and you took the first step. Illinois didn't have time to react as your arms wrapped around his neck and cold lips pressed against his.

He stumbled backward until his back was pressed against a wall.

Only when he realized it was you kissing him did he allow himself to close his eyes and return the kiss.

Only when he wrapped his arms around you and felt how wet your clothes were did he force himself to break the kiss. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away.

You were surprised at his sudden abruptness, but the sight that greeted you made every bit of anger in you fade away. His otherwise perfect hair hung over his face, his cheeks red, his lips swollen and his eyes dark. You wanted to lunge at him once more and steal another kiss, but his grip was iron, keeping you at arm's length.

"What happened?" he asked, struggling to keep you at a safe distance. "Why are you wet?"

"I couldn't take it anymore," you replied while breathing heavily. "I need to see you, feel you, you..."

"And that's why you walked through the rain?"

He looked you up and down again. "And that barefoot?!"

You rolled your eyes. "How dare I walk barefoot in the rain! This is worse than the time I had to jump off a cliff into the sea! Or the time I had to fight a mutant killer bunny!"

Now it was Illinois who rolled his eyes.

You felt his grip on your shoulders loosen and you took the opportunity to approach him again. He didn't do anything to stop you and so you wrapped your arms around him again and hid your face in his neck. Strong arms wrapped around your wet form, pushing you closer to him.

"I want to be more than your partner," you whisper into his skin.

In response, he kissed you on the temple. "Were you thinking about a spring wedding or would you prefer fall?"

You gave him a light kick to the leg. "Not so fast, my dear! We haven't seen each other for two months and we have to make up for that time first."

"Whatever you want, treasure!"