Mark was leaving for Pax in less than ten minutes. I on the other hand, am staying at home. I don't do well at conventions, I get claustrophobic when I'm there. The thing is, I don't want to be without Mark. I know that it sounds childish, but he's actually my energizer for the day. He makes me full of energy and hyper.
Mark started walking down the stairs, tugging a suitcase in one hand, texting on his phone with the other. Chica was following him close behind. Once Mark reached the last step, he ploped the suitcase down and slid his phine into his back pocket. He was wearing a grey hat, his glasses, a pair of blue jeans, his King Of The Squirrels merchandise shirts, and gray jordans.
He looked up at me after petting Chica goodbye and walked over to me. He wrapped me in his arms and I barried my head in the crook of his neck.
"Are you sure that you're okay with staying here?"
"Yes. I'll be fine."
I moved away from Mark so that I was able to see his chestnut eyes behind his glasses.
"Besides, what would Chica do without me?"
Mark smiled then kissed my cheek.
"I should be back before you fall asleep tonight. Luckily, Pax East is close to our house."
"Then what's in your suitcase?"
"Posters, photos, pens, sharpies, food, headphones, charger, and a water bottle."
"Oh...Okay."
He grabbed his suit case and opened the door. He waved before closing and locking it. I walked upstairs, hearing Chica follow me, and headed into Marks room. I went into his closet and pulled out his lucky flannel. I decided to wear that along with Marks favorite lingerie.
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(I blacked out the eyes so that it didnt get taken down for copy right reasons)
I grab my phone and headphones and start to dance around Mark's room, listening to Don't Mess With Me by Temposhark.
*Two Hours Later*
It was currently 11:45pm. and I'm exhasted. I decided to lie down on Marks bed and fall asleep.
Marks POV
As soon as Pax was over I was on the road. I should have been home an hour ago, stupid trafic! About 20 minutes later I finally arrived home. I parked my car and quickly get out.
All throughout Pax I couldn't get the thought of Y/N of my mind. I unlocked the front door and was greeted by darkness. I turn on the kitchen light and walk over to the Living room, throw my suit case on the couch, and soon hear the sound of taping on the wooden floor. I turn around to be licked by Chica.
"Hey Chica Pica! Where's Y/N?" I say while wiping the slober off my jeans.
Chica, being no help at all, spins in a circle three times then lies down on the floor. Gee thanks Chica. I started walking up stairs to try to find Y/N. Once I was all the way up the stairs I heard her voice. I smiled to my self and continued following the sweet sound of my Angels voice. While I continued walking, the voice seemed to be coming from my room. The door was closed. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. I opened the door to see Y/N sprawled out on my bed, wearing my red flannel and, oh god.
My mouth was gaped open at the sight of my baby. She was wearing my favorite set of lingerie, She knows what that does to me. Not only that, but she was quietly calling my name. I rubed my self through my jeans and quietly started to walk closer to the king sized bed. I sat next to her, only to see that she was asleep. I smirked. She's having one of those dreams.
I looked down and traced the outline of her panties, soon hearing a sharp gasp. I look back up to see that Y/N's mouth was gapped open a bit. I bit my lip at the scene infront of me. I smirked and decided to have a little fun.
