Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

15: Soaked

(This one is going to be a little short)

You and Mark were out at dinner for your 8 month anniversary and you sit across the table from him, dreaming. You have your head rested on your palm, your elbow on the table, gazing at Mark, without realizing. You sigh and he chuckles. You snap out of it, removing your arm from the table and blushing.

"Whatcha lookin at, (Y/N)?"he smirks.

You bite your lip, shyly looking away,"Oh um..."

His hand touches your chin, making you look at him,"Come in, what is it?"

"You..."

He smiles lovingly at you, eyes smiling,"What about me?"

"You just-"you sigh,"You just make me all... bubbly and dreamy inside. You're just so- ugh I can't even finish my damn sentence without my lips aching."

You cover your mouth at the last four words, wanting to take them back, embarrassed.

Mark laughs again, hand still on your chin,"Maybe I can help."

Your eyes futter shut, wanting to faint right then in there. Mark leans over the table, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips. You were so in love you didn't know what to do with yourself. It was a moment of such bliss that it left you breathless.

The rest of the dinner, you two talk about the sweet little moments in your past relationship and what you plan for the future. Every few minutes, you'd be looking elsewhere, and he would take your hand. Mark drove you crazy, and you didn't know how you could handle it. When you leave, you walk home, hand in hand.

While you're walking, lightning lights up the sky, a rumble of thunder following. You continue to walk until the third crash of thunder, when it starts to pour. You gasp as your hair, that you worked on for the date, gets soaked. You both stop walking, and Mark holds you close, trying to shield you to no avail.

You gaze up at him lovingly, swooning. Water dripping down both your faces, you grab him by the cheeks and press your lips to his. Mark almost immediately grabs your hips and wraps his arms around your waist. The thunder becomes muffled the more the kiss deepens. You barely pull away, your forehead pressed to his.

The water continues to pour down, soaking both of you through your clothes. So there you stand, the two of you drenched by the rain, arms holding each other tight. You always dreamt of a kiss in the rain, and now you finally had that moment.

"Did I ever tell you..."Mark starts, moving a strand of your dripping hair from your eyes,"That you're beautiful when your hair is wet?"

You giggle, pushing him away playfully,"Oh shut up!"

"What? It's like when you get out of the shower, so beautiful..."he leans in for another kiss, which you give in to.

From that day on, whenever you noticed it was raining, you would drag Markimoo outside to run around in the rain, and it always, always ended in a wet kiss.