Obstacles (A Sequel)

Chapter Seven

I stretched as I got out of Mark's car and held his hand as we walked down to the beach after getting our stuff from the trunk. "Are you gonna post on Twitter later?" He kissed my hand and rubbed his thumb over the back of it.

"You haven't changed a bit where our fans are concerned, have you?" He chuckled and we stepped onto the sand and hunted for a spot to sit down on. "It's cute." He grinned as he hugged me with one arm.

"No, I don't suppose I have. And they're still your fans, not ours." I smiled as we found a spot and laid our towels down. "You're the cute one."

"No, you're the cutest!" He sniggered as I shoved his shoulder. "I want to share everything with you; I wasn't bullshitting when I proposed." He chuckled again and got the sunscreen out of my bag, squirting some onto his hands as I turned my back to him.

I closed my eyes and smiled as he started rubbing the cream on my back and I did my front. "You are a massive softy, I love you." He smiled fondly as I turned to do his back. I couldn't resist nuzzling into his neck as he told me he loved me more, and I kissed his cheek. "Tanning first, and swimming later, then food."

He laughed as we both laid back – everything we did together, I always laid out a plan of the day. "Selfie?" He asked as he got out his phone and put his sunglasses on.

"I'm not sure...you look pretty hot, and I can't have fans chasing you any more than they do already!" He smiled as he opened up the camera and I leant next to him. Feeling brave, I rested my left hand high on his chest as he took the picture, displaying my ring.

He reviewed the photo and raised his eyebrows, looking proud of me. "I may have been wrong about you – feeling brave all of a sudden?" He asked, referring to me showing my ring. I nodded and he posted the photo to Instagram, Facebook and Twitter with the caption "A day at the beach!! :D" and tagged me. "Now to put this on silent so it doesn't piss everyone off..." He said as he put his phone away and lay back down, resting his hands behind his head.

"Ego." I mumbled and he stuck his tongue out, not leaving his comfortable position. I laid down beside him and closed my eyes behind my sunglasses. "And Instagram notifications don't even make a noise so you might not get any likes anyway!" I smirked as he lightly slapped my bare stomach.

I sat and stretched a few hours later and tapped Mark on the shoulder, prompting him to lower his glasses and sit up. "Do you mind? I was enjoying my tanning – what's up?"

I bit my lip and smiled as I looked him up and down. "It didn't work very well, did it?" I dodged his playful swipe. "I want a swim; you coming?" He gestured to the bags and I looked down at the sand. "Well, later then?" He nodded and smiled as I leant over to kiss his lips before he laid down again. I was about to myself as I noticed two girls looking at him as they passed. I raised an eyebrow and tapped Mark again.

"What now?" He laughed as he sat up and I gestured for him to turn around. "Oh, c'mon, you're not jealous are you?" He chuckled and I frowned at him, folding my arms.

I sighed and he leaned against my shoulder, giving me puppy-dog eyes. "So what if I am? And you can stop that." I kissed his forehead as he whined and had to bite my lip to avoid a triumphant smile when the girls looked sheepish, but frowned as they wandered over.

"Wait, Mark? As in Markiplier?" One of them squeaked as they approached us. "Oh my God, we're huge fans!"

"Of course." I mumbled and rolled my eyes, but shrank back as Mark shot me a warning scowl.

He turned back to the girls and grinned. "Lovely to meet you! This is my fiancé, Georgia." I blushed as he looked proud.

"Of course, hey Georgia! And congratulations!" I thanked them with a big smile as I felt Mark's hand on mine. "Anyway, we won't take up any more of your time; we just couldn't resist saying hi!" They grinned and waved as they walked towards the shore.

"We're not brushing over that little comment you made." Mark turned to me and I looked down, feeling like a child in trouble. "What did that mean?"

"Mark, I don't want to argue." I said quietly and he sighed, giving me a hug. "It won't happen again..." He rubbed his thumb over my shoulder and kissed the same spot.

"Who said we were going to argue? Just keep comments like that zipped, or say them to me, not them." He smiled and he kissed the top of my head as I leaned into him. "I love you." My cheeks still heated up at these words and I cuddled into him more.

"I love you, too."

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