I'm Here

Pajama Day

My sleep was interrupted by an abrupt vibrating on my nightstand. I try to lean over and reach it, but I'm startled by the mass next to me. When I glance down, thinking it's a pillow or something, I see Mark sleeping soundly. Instead of freaking out, a small smile took place of the surprise on my face. He looked so peaceful, it was adorable.

My rustling must've stirred him since his eyes then fluttered open, and his tired gaze landed on me. He smiled warmly, "Morning, cutie," he sleepily mumbled while placing a small kiss on my cheek. I couldn't help but smile back at him. I love him so much.

Climbing out of my bed we stretched and yawned while making our way to the kitchen, not even bothering to change out of our pajamas.

Now that I think about it, I remember why Mark's here. After I had sung to him, we didn't want to just go our separate ways, so I invited him to spend the night at my place. Barry's out of town this week, so I knew it was okay. We got in our pajamas, and cuddled until we fell asleep. It was honestly the best sleep I'd had in a long time.

I poured hot water into the kettle and let it boil on the stove. I didn't really drink coffee, so I decided to make myself tea instead. I asked if Mark would want coffee, but he decided to have tea with me. As I waited for it to boil, Mark and I sat at the table.

"I don't know about you," Mark broke the early morning silence. "but I wouldn't mind having a pajama day with you. We could cuddle on the sofa, play some games, I even brought my laptop in case you wanted to record videos or something." I had originally planned for us to have a classic theater date today, but Mark's pajama day idea was more appealing. Especially the part where it's just us. I nodded and smiled, "Yeah. I'd like that."

I then heard the whistling of the kettle on the stove, signifying that the water was ready. I poured the boiling water into two individual mugs. One for me, and one for Mark. Once I had the tea ready, I brought the mugs over to the table and set mark's down in front of him while I slipped in a kiss on his forehead.

"And where are the crumpets?" Mark asked in a fake cockney accent. I giggled before responding with, "Sorry, governor. Fresh out of them. I had to sell them so I could get six pence for my new legs." in my paper boy voice, causing Mark to giggle as well.

Once we were done with our tea, Mark jumped onto the couch like a little puppy, his gaze begging me to sit next to him. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around the both of us, engulfing us in a world of comfort and warmth. Mark nuzzled into the nape of my neck, making me shiver a bit. When he got comfortable with a single position, he randomly poked my nose, "Boop. I booped you. You have been booped by me, the one who booped you."

I started to go into a giggling fit, but was stopped when he took ahold of my face. "You're cute," he mumbled before planting a kiss on my lips. When we parted for breath, I smirked and smacked my lips back into his. It started to then become more than just light kissing, he started to moan as I started to feel his muscles.

Then, I took a dangerous risk. I parted our lips for a second, grabbed Mark by the wrists and pinned him against the wall with his hands above his head. A devilish smirk crossed my lips as Mark's expression went from surprised to the same smirk. Our lips met once more with a moan, and a little more power from me. I really loved Mark. Really.

When we parted to catch breath, And I smiled at him. It was too early to actually do it, but this was as far as I was going. We looked at each other and started to laugh. I kissed him once more on the forehead, and we flopped back onto the couch. I wrapped my arms around Mark as he settled into my grasp. He turned the tv on with the remote laying near us and we watched whatever was on. Well, I wasn't exactly paying attention though. I nuzzled into Mark's colored hair and shut my eyes.

I love him too much to let him go...

*casually headbangs to 'Rock You Like a Hurricane' while writing this*

No seriously I am. 

So this chapter is literally the closest I come to smut. I felt dirty just writing how Danny was feeling Mark's chest. Chest. (sigh) I'm too innocent for fanfiction. Ah well.

I have multiple plot ideas for Apocalypse Grumps! So new chapters to come, my lovelies! 

~Luna