Yes, Sir

Chapter 9- Food Fight

Yes I won! Mark looked so devastated. I laughed as he threw the control onto the bed.

"Awe come on Mark. I won fair and square."

"How are you so good at this game!?"

I laughed again as he sat on the bed with his arms crossed, and a pout on his face. I decided to stretch. We've been sitting there for thirty minutes without either one of us moving. I raise my arms above my head and cock my head to the side, closing my eyes. I slightly moan as I stretch. Who doesn't though? As I stretch, I felt my shirt go up a little, revealing part of my stomach. Curse this small outfit. When I stop stretching and open my eyes, I see Mark staring at me.

"Uh, Mark?"

He didn't answer, he just kept staring at me. Then I saw him bite his lip. I tried getting his attention again.

"Hey Maaarrkkk." I said in a sing-song voice.

He finally snapped out of it, but I saw a bit of blush on his face.

"Uh, you hungry (Y/N)? Would you like anything to eat?"

"Yeah, I'm a little hungry."

He got off the bed and walked towards the door, and I followed close behind him.

We walk to the kitchen and Mark got out some things to start cooking.

"Since it's still early, I thought I'd make breakfast." He smiled at me. I smiled back.

"Sounds good, but we're both going to cook."

He got out a skillet and put it on the stove, putting oil in it and turning on the stove. He gets some strips of bacon and puts them on the skillet. As he's frying the bacon, I make the mix for the pancakes. As I'm finishing the mix, I felt arms wrap around me from behind. I jumped and slapped them with the spoon full of pancake batter. I turned around to see Mark with a stunned expression.

"I-I'm so sorry s-sir! You s-startled me."

I look down in embarrassment. Why did that just happen? I heard Mark take a few steps forward. I look back up and he's directly in front of me. He puts both his hands on either side of me on the cabinet. He was extremely close to me. My breathing sped up.

"It's okay (Y/N). You didn't mean anything by it. And remember what I said..."

He leaned closer to me, making his head close to my ear.

"Call me Mark."

I shuddered when he did that. Even in his let's plays his whispering always gets to me.

"O-okay."

He leaned away from me, but not before putting his hand on my cheek. When he removed it, I could feel the batter on it, and he walked back over to the bacon, taking it off the stove.

"Mark!"

I heard him laugh. So that's how it's going to be. I got a spoonful of the batter, and just as he turned around, I flung it at him, hitting his face and shirt. I laughed so hard.

"(Y/N)! What was that for?!"

"For w-what you d-did!" I couldn't stop laughing. The look on his face was hilarious.

"Oh yeah?"

He walked back over to me and put a bigger spoon in the bowl. I stopped laughing and looked at him. He was smirking at me.

"Mark, think about what you're doing."

"I am." He smirked at me before flinging the batter at me.

It hit my hair, face, chest, shirt, and skirt. The batter on my chest was slowly making it's way down my shirt.

"Mark!" He just laughed.

"That's what happens when you mess with Mark!"

I looked down at myself and sighed. Some of the batter had finally made it's way down my shirt. Not that the shirt makes much a difference anyway. I mumbled under my breath. Mark had finally stopped laughing. I looked back up at him and he was staring at me.

"Mark, now I'm a mess. What am I supposed to do?"

"You can use my shower if you'd like. I can finish up here."

"That would be great, but these are the only clothes I have."

"Hold on, I'll be right back."

He walked into another room, and I was just standing there, covered in batter. Ugh, why'd I have to hit him with the spoon! If I didn't, I wouldn't be in this mess. Why was he wrapping his arms around me anyway? I was mumbling to myself when I heard Mark come back. He had a towel and some clothes in his hands. He handed them to me.

"I found some clothes. They're mine, so they might be a little big on you."

He rubbed the back of his neck and I chuckled.

"Thank you Mark. I'll go get cleaned up real quick."

I walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I stripped out of my clothes and got in, turning on the hot water. As soon the the water hit my body, I moaned from the sensation. The water felt so good. I used some of his soap and shampoo to clean myself off. It smelled so good. After I finished up, I turned off the water and wrapped the towel around me. It felt so good to be clean. I dried myself off and got dressed. His clothes were big on me, but they were comfortable. Way better than that outfit. I grabbed my outfit and made my way out the door. I went to open it, but noticed it was slightly ajar. Must've left it open. I open the door and walk out, walking to the laundry room and putting my outfit in the machine, turning it on. I walk back to the kitchen, only to see that Mark is gone. He did finish cooking though.

"Mark? Where are you?"

I heard him come down the stairs.

"Sorry, I finished breakfast, so I thought I'd go change while I waited for you."

"Okay."

"You look cute in my clothes by the way."

He walked past me and I blushed. Mark called me cute!

"Hey (Y/N)! You coming?!"

"C-coming!"