Work Before Play

Promise

The rest of the day was spent hanging out with the guys. I helped Mark film a video of him and the guys goofing off. Ryan and Matt were wearing banana costumes.

After filming Ryan and I got to work on supper. Matt and Mark were editing the video.

"Hey, I know we haven't talked much but how are you?" Ryan asked after being quiet for a long time while cutting up carrots.

"Well, right after the fact I was conflicted about it. I was angry and sad over it, but now after Mark and I told his channel about us and the situation, I feel a lot better. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me." I explained while checking the chicken I was making.

"Well, I'm glad. As soon as we hired you, I knew something would happen. The way Mark looked at you, he was too obvious. It was a lucky coincidence about your apartment though." Ryan said smiling.

"Wait? How'd you know Mark liked me from the beginning?" I asked curious of the answer is get.

"Well, there's the tune you would hum when cleaning or doing laundry. Soon after you left a couple of times, Mark would be whistling around the house. Then the next thing was when he jumped at the idea of having you live with us. It was so haste and quick for Matt and I to agree. I knew you'd be an okay roommate but I knew Mark's intentions. Lastly, was when he let you use his recording room for your homework."

I interrupted, "He was just being generous those last two times."

"No, that recording room? That's his baby. Matt and I aren't allowed to touch anything there. He didn't even want you to know about so you couldn't mess anything up for him." Ryan rebutted.

"Oh. Okay then." I replied realizing the full situation.

"But I am happy for you two. I haven't seen Mark this happy in a long time." Ryan grinned at me.

Ryan and I finished supper so I called down Matt and Mark to come eat.

We all sat around the table passing food to others and talked about upcoming projects.

After supper I went upstairs to Mark's room to change for the night. I stood in front of the large mirror only in my bra and thong. I had fading bruises scattered around my body. The cuts on my arms were now only faint lines. I gingerly touched the stitching on my side. Tracing it with my fingertips.

"It's only temporary." A deep voice answered behind me. I turned to see Mark's brown eyes looking my body up and down.

"You look beautiful no matter what." Mark came over and cupped my cheek.

"Mark, I'll be fine. They will just be scars. War stories for when I'm on a beach in a bikini. I could say I wrestled a shark or something."

"I'd like to see you in a bikini, Ms. Uptight Stiff." Mark wiggled his eyebrows. I chuckled at the old nickname he had given me.

Mark leaned in and began to kiss my neck. His hands grabbed my ass and started pushing me closer to his bed. I knew exactly what he wanted.

I pulled back from his loving gestures.
"Mark you know we can't." I moaned hinting at the injury on my side.

"I know the doctor said no rough housing and all. Blah blah blah." Mark whined into my neck. "What if we go slow?" He whispered against me.

"We can try but if I start to feel funny we are stopping.

"Deal." Mark began to kiss my neck to my shoulder and then down to my breast. He wormed his hands to my back and un lipped my bra as I began to pull his shirt off. He threw the shirt off to the side of the room while I tossed my bra off.

Mark shrugged his pants off as well. He came back and pulled my thong off of my bare skin. He came back up over me  and his mouth found my breast. He teased the other as he mouthed one. My legs wrapped around his waist and I pushed one of my toes under his boxers waistband. I tried to pull it off for him.

He chuckled while reading me and moved his hands to pull his boxers off.

"You're on the pill right?" He asked breathlessly. "Yes, Mark." I moaned to him. I just wanted to feel him.

He closed the distance between us and pushed himself into me. I moaned out as my fingernails gripped his back. He pulled out and slowly came back to me. His thrusts were slow and innocent.

"Lydia I love you." He whispered into my ear and then nipped it.

"Mark, I never want to leave you." I whispered back as I kissed his neck.

Mark increased his pace slightly but made sure not to be rough. The wild lustful look in his eyes were not as prominent as they usually were when we had sex. But they were replaced by a look of absolute love and adoration.

"Then don't go."

"I won't, Mark."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He spread my hips wider so he could push deeper into without going faster.
Moans escaped my lips until he muffled them through a longing kiss.

His fingers interlocked with mine next the the sides of my face. Our movements were fluid together, in sync.

"Baby, I'm close."

"I am too."

My walls began to tighten and I felt my release come close to me. I moaned out Mark's name when I fell into my orgasm. He followed soon after cursing my name and filling me up completely with his cum.

Mark pulled out and curled me into his side. His kissed my neck one last time before we said our good nights.

I laid awake but sleep slowly overcoming me. I just realized that wasn't sex, that was making love. Pouring out heart and soul to one another, going slow to feel each others bodies. Mark's sweet nothings that he whispered to me, weren't sweet nothings but his inner thoughts of me. And how he feels about me.

A fell asleep thinking of how Lydia Fischbach had a certain ring to it that I liked. God, I was turning into a middle schooler with her first boyfriend.