A Love Like Ours || m.f.

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"Pass it here!" I shouted at Mark.

He looked at me and tossed the ball high in the air. I waited until it came down and landed in my arms.

"Alright boys I'm going in for some pie." Michael teased.

"Timeout." Mark said and signaled the 'T' with his hands.

"Yeah I'm going in, it's chilly out here." I mumbled, rubbing my arms for warmth.

Mark came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso.

"Ew! You're all sweaty!" I said and tried to wiggle from his grasp.

He laughed and continued to hug me. I gave up and fell limp in his arms. I guess he was warm, but it was still gross.

"Let's go eat some dessert." he said, finally releasing his grip and tugging on my hand.

"Are you kidding? I'm still stuffed." I sighed and rubbed my belly dramatically.

"Alright suit yourself."

He walked ahead of me and opened the door, wiping sweat from his brow as he did so. The wind was chilling, but overall the night was nice. I glanced at the stars and drank in their presence. I tried to capture all the beauty I could, because it would quickly become a memory when I arrived back in California. The slight breeze tugged at the ends of my hair and sent shivers up my spine.

"Ah stargazing. What good memories." Mark walked out onto the deck and closed the door behind him, holding a piece of pumpkin pie in his hand.

"Bite?" I asked

"You said you didn't want any!" he laughed.

"I don't want a whole piece I just want a bite." I begged

He took the plastic fork and dug into the pie making sure to get a little whipped cream in the process. He fed it to me and smiled like a fool while doing so. I wiped a bit of whipped cream from my lip and smiled.

"You're such a dork." I laughed

"You're so cute." he dipped his finger in the whipped cream and dabbed a bit on my nose.

"Oh yeah?" I reached over to his plate and stuck my finger in the whipped cream and placed a big glob onto his cheek.

Mark managed to get a chunk of the pumpkin part and when he tried to force feed me I turned and he ended up smearing the pie all up the side of my face.

"Mark!" I giggled and tried but failed to lick it off the side of my mouth.

I lunged in his direction to reach for more of the pie, but he moved his arm out of reach.

"Ha!" he said in victory.

"This isn't over!" Mark started to laugh at the fact I was sprawled out over his lap.

His arm dropped slightly lower with each breath he took. I giggled to cover up the fact I was waiting patiently for his arm to drop to where I could reach. His hand finally came within reach as I took my chance. I quickly jumped forward and pushed his hand towards his face. The whole plate connected with his face with a pleasant 'squelch' sound.

I tumbled off his lap and onto the wood deck in laughter.

"Y-You thought-" I sucked in a deep breath and continued to laugh.

I didn't even notice the fact he had removed the plate from his face and held it dangerously close to my ear.

"-and then-" he took this opportunity and shoved the remnants of the plate onto my face.

"Mark!" I yelled as I peeled the plate off.

I still couldn't help but laugh. I saw his face and it set something off inside me. His eyebrows had pumpkin embedded in them and you could tell where he had wiped his eyes so that he could see.

"You had that coming!" Mark was laughing as well all the while pulling me off the ground and back into his lap.

"You gotta a little something-um right here." I motioned my hand over his whole head and laughed, a snort accidentally escaping from nose.

I immediately covered my face in embarrassment, but I couldn't stop the giddy feeling. Mark continued to laugh even harder.

"D-did you just s-snort?" he struggled making out his words.

"Shut up! So what if I did?" I teasingly jabbed at his shoulder and giggled.

We finally began to settle from our fits, and I was still awkwardly straddling Mark's lap.

"Um sorry." I stuttered, beginning to move from my spot.

He used his thumb and gingerly wiped at my chin. I sat silently and stared into his eyes.

"You got a little something right here." he practically whispered, moving in closer to my face.

It's almost as if my body was involuntarily moving forward. My brain was speaking for my heart. Our lips were a half an inch away maybe and I could fee his warm breath against my skin. His eyes were so intently focused on my lips. I grazed my teeth over my lips, and it set him off. He plunged into the kiss and did that thing he always does. He traveled his hand from pushing my hair behind my ear to placing them underneath my jaw. I pulled away for a split second and licked at my lips. A foolish grin lined my face at the taste of pumpkin pie.

I leaned forward and immersed myself in his touch. The warmth of his lips and the sweet taste almost made me dizzy. No matter what I thought, I was hopelessly in love with this man. I began to run my fingers through his hair when I remembered where we were. I instantly pulled away and hopped off of his lap.

"Playing this shit again?" he chuckled

My mind flashed back to the memories of when I did this when we first met.

"We're at my moms house." I stated.

"Right."

"I'm going to go clean up. You should too." I suggested.

"Ok."