Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Seven

Sean's POV

I wake up, to Mark shifting in his sleep. I grin. He stayed.

I look up at the clock. 5 pm.

"Fuck, Mark we gotta get up." I whisper, shaking him lightly.

"Seaaaaan." Mark groans.

"C'mon big guy." I whisper rolling over and standing up. Still completely naked.

"You have such a nice ass." Mark groans, covering his eyes with his forearm. I scoff, pulling on my boxers. Before Mark has a chance to get up, I climb on top of him, my thighs on either side of his hips and my hands on his chest.

"We need to talk.." He mutters.

I look down. "I'm sorry if it was another mistake.."

"No! Nooo!" Mark laughs. "I was just gonna say we need to talk about how work is gonna go. We can't get jealous if someone touches us, Alright? It's our job."

I giggle. "No promises." I lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth, "Can we go take a shower?"

"Only if you promise you're naked." Mark winks. "Sean... It's halloween. We don't work tonight. Mollie would have already been here."

"Oh yeahhhh." I say.

"Go get dressed. Casual." Mark says softly. Tapping my thigh.

"Why?" I ask.

"We're gonna go to dinner." Mark says, helping me off of him.

"I don't know what to wear." I smile and help him sit up.

"Anything will look good." He smiles back. I kiss his cheek, and walk into the changing room. I grab a light pink button up from my closet, a dark blue tie to match it, and a pair of dark wash jeans and a pair of tennis shoes. I put them on, and walk out.

"See? That's perfect. You're perfect." Mark grins at the last part.

"Asshole." I smirk, "Go get dressed."

* * *

Mark and I walk into the small restaurant my hand in his.

"Cracker Barrel?" I ask.

"Trust me. It's amazing!" Mark says. "If you don't like it we'll never eat here again."

We're seated, and a small waitress comes to our aid. She was around 5 foot tall, Latina, black hair and brown eyes.

"Hi I'm Jackie, I'll be taking care of you guys tonight. What would you like to drink?" She says, smiling.

"Lemonade." Mark smiles.

"I'll have the same." I smile at Mark, nodding at the waitress. She hands us menus, and I begin to skim through mine.

"I'm gonna get the-" I'm cut off by Mark's hand on mine.

"Get the chicken and dumplings. Sean, I promise, It's AMAZING." Mark smiles, shaking my hand lightly.

"Alright." I say softly. I look up at him and smile. The waitress with two mugs of chilled lemonade.

"Thank you." Mark says to the waitress.

"Have you decided?" She asks, taking out her notepad.

"Yes, we would both like the chicken and dumplings." Mark says, smiling.

"Any desserts?" She asks.

"Yes, One baked apple dumpling." Mark smiles again. I give him a quizzical look before shrugging it off.

She shuffles off with our order, and Mark turns to me.

"I would ask how your day has been, but I've been with you all day." Mark laughs, running his thumb over my knuckles.

"It's been amazing." I say, a smile pulling at my features.

"Oh really?" Mark smirks, "How so?"

"Well, A really nice guy took me out to dinner." I smile.

"Oh! he sounds wonderful." Mark teases.

"He's alright." I smirk, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

The small waitress comes back, two plates in her hands. She sets mine down first, then Marks.

"This looks great." I say, smiling at her. My stomach rumbling at the smell.

"Holler if you need me." She smiles, walking back into the back of the restaurant.

I take a bite, and instantly groan. "This is so good.." I murmur.

"Told ya." Mark giggles. "It's the best thing here."

We eat, and she brings out our dessert. It was a small bowl, deeper than it was wide full of apple pie. With two scoops of vanilla ice cream on top.

Mark grabs his spoon, and looks up at me. "I got this so we could share, silly."

"Awh, well aren't you sweet." I grab my spoon, scooping out a small portion, I take a bite and groan again.

"We have to eat here more often." I say softly.

"I love it here." Mark says, "It feels like home to me."

We get the bill, and Mark takes it from my hands.

"I'll cover it." Mark says, pulling out his wallet.

"No! I'll pay my part." I say, reaching for my wallet.

"No. I got it." Mark smiles. I huff out a breath.

"Can I at least leave the tip?" I sigh

"Nope. This isn't gonna cost you a nickel." Mark says, laying a five dollar bill on the table.

Mark stands up, and so do I. We go to the desk and Mark pays for my meal. I shove him lightly, and we begin our journey home. He slowly takes my hand in his, and whispers.

"Do you wanna go back to my place? Watch a movie?"

"That sounds nice." We begin to walk towards his house. He swings our hands, and smiles at me every once in a while.

"Thank you for dinner." I smile. "It was sweet of you."

"I'm just glad we had the day off. I'm glad I got to spend it with you."

I smile again, looking down as I blushed. Mark nudges me with his elbow. "You're so cute.. You know that right?"

"Maaark.. We aren't teenagers." I giggle, "Stop it..."

"Nope. I'm a child until I die." Mark smirks

We get to his house, and he unlocks the door and holds it open for me. I walk in, looking around a small bit.

The house was modern, white and black walls, a black couch and white chairs. Large windows. Mark walks in behind me, shutting the door. He leads me over to the couch, and we sit down.

"Pulp Fiction?" Mark asks.

"How about a superhero movie?" I ask.

"Thor?" Mark asks, flipping through Netflix.

"That will work." I smile.