The Boy In The Black Skates[ON HOLD]

Things Will Always Work Out

"Markus? Baby say something!" Chris shrieked, grabbing Marks' shoulders bringing him out of the trance he was in.

"We are not out... Christeen! We are going through to the next round!" Mark said, smiling wide.

The man that stood infront of the door the previous night was the judge from the competition. He came to tell the pair that the winners had been disqualified because of illegal substances found in their locker rooms. And as to resort the problem, the runner ups have been choosen the winners to the first round and will move on to the second round out of three of the competition.

"Mark, you do know we will be putting in more hours into practise right? We have to become tight. Our routine must be perfect." Christeen said, her voice full of seriousness.

Mark looked at her and nodded his head. Then he got up walking closer to Chris,

"Baby, you know, we should celebrate." Mark said with a miscevious smile playing at his lips.

"What do you mean?" Chris asked confused.

Mark reached over to Chris, cupping her face in his hands, bringing her face closer to his. He looked from her eyes to her bottom lip, that she was currantly biting, while he was biting his own lip. He looked back to her eyes, brought her face closer and kissed her.

Not roughly.

Not soft.

But with over flowing passion.