Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Eleven

I feel two arms wrapped  around me, hugging me closer. 

"I have an idea," Mark proposes into my shoulder.

"Yeah? What's that." I say, turning around to face him. I put my hands on his chest, rubbing my face into his neck.

"Let's go on a road trip.. Rent a brand new convertible, take a week off work.. just you and me.." Mark mumbles softy into my ear.

"Mark.. You know we can't." I whisper. "We don't have that kind of money. I'm saving to buy my own house soon."

"I have seven thousand dollars in my bank account. We could buy a damn car if we so pleased." Mark pulls back, smiling. His arms still firm around my waist.

"Would Tony even let us?" I ask softly. 

"What can he do about it? Fire his best strippers?" Mark leans his forehead against mine. 

"Ask Tony. Then I'll think about it." I whisper, leaning in to kiss him. 

We kiss for a few moments, before he pulls away. He pulls out his phone, typing in his passcode and walking away.

"Ughhh. You tease.." I groan. Turning back around to flip the pancakes I was making. It was slightly burnt, but who cares. Mark likes them like that. 

Mark walks back into the room, a smug grin on his face.

"We have the next TWO weeks off." Mark grins, putting his hand on his hip.

"Oh you're good.." I giggle, putting another pancake on the plate.

"So.. What do you say?" Mark says softly, taking the spatula from my hands, setting it down on the counter.

"Fine.." I say softly. Mark grins happily and picks me up and spins me around.

"Mark!" I giggle, my hands on his arms. He sets me down gently, going over to his refrigerator and taking out a stick of butter and maple syrup. 

"I was going to ask where you kept that." I smile, picking up the pancake plate with many pancakes on it and setting it down on the table.

 He grabs two more paper plates and two plastic forks. 

He hands me one of each happily, pulling out a chair and gesturing for me to sit down.

"Why are we eating pancakes at 5 in the evening?" Mark asks.

"It's the only think I can make well. And I wanted to show off my cooking skills." I smile, watching him take two pancakes. He pours a generous amount of syrup over them, before taking a small bite.

His head falls and his eyes close. 

"What? Are they bad?" I ask, nervously.

"These.. Are fucking AMAZING. Oh my Christ." He groans. I let out a breath of relief, before taking one onto my plate. 

We sit in silence, eating. One he had ate to his heart content, he throws away his plate. He stands, pulling my chair away from the table and sitting in my lap.

"Mark! You're fucking heavy!" I groan, my mouth still full. I swallow, feeling syrup run down my lip.

"Oooh, look at that." Mark whispers, kissing me, licking off the syrup. 

"Gross!" I cry out, pushing his head away. He giggles, kissing down my neck as much as he could without breaking his back.

"Mark I just ate." I groan, grabbing his forearms. 

"I never said we had to fuck. I just want to appreciate you." Mark giggles, leaning back. He stands up off of my lap, stepping back and helping me up. 

"So.. Where are we going to go?" I ask.

"Anywhere would be amazing with you." Mark grins, I shove him lightly, rolling my eyes. 

"So you aren't going to tell me?" I pout.

"Nope. I'm the one going to be driving." Mark sneers.

"Whatever." I smile, I look down at my feet. I look back up at him.

"Let's go pack?" He asks. 

"Sure," I smile. He takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. Grabbing an old dusty suitcase. 

"Do you have another?" I ask. 

"Yeah, downstairs. "Let me grab it." He says, walking out of the bedroom and to the left. 

I look around, I hadn't really seen his bedroom in the daytime. I look over at the closet, walking towards it. It wouldn't hurt to help him pack a little? 

I put my hand on the doorknob, I open the door slightly and look inside. 

"Fuck." Mark mutters behind me.

It was a room full of leather sex toys. Gags, ropes, harnesses, plugs, etc. 

I back away slowly, putting my hands into the air. I shut the door turning around to face him.

"That's not a closet. It should have been locked." Mark says, a dusty old suitcase in his hand. 

"That's... wow." I mutter, slowly putting my hands down. 

"That's a side of me I wanted to introduce to you in time." 

"I never thought you were THAT kinky. I thought maybe a vibrator, a few handcuffs, MAYBE a plug."

"Yeah.." Mark laughs softly. "I'm sorry." 

"No, don't be. I have my kinks too. We can explore together." I smile, walking over to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him softly. 

His arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer. 

He reaches down and grabs my ass, I wince and pull away.

"I'm still not 100 percent.." I whisper. "But.." I trail my hand down to Mark's belt. I begin to pull it open before his hand is on my forearm. 

"No. Not today, Okay? I haven't.." Mark mutters, I furrow my eyebrows and look at him.

"You haven't what?" I ask.

"I haven't shaved." Mark mutters, looking down; a dark blush covering his cheeks.

"Oh my god is that it? You drama queen." I kiss his cheek multiple times before he grabs me and picks me up.

"Mark!" I giggle, my chest against the side of his face. He slams me down onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He begins to tickle me, and shriek and attempt to push him away.

"I'm gonna piss myself if you don't get OFF" I cry out, pushing him away. He lets up, climbing off of me. "Weren't we supposed to be packing?" I ask.

"Maybeee?" Mark giggles. I grin at him before start to stand up and grab the other suit case. 

"I'm going to have to run home and pack," I say softly. He nods. "I'll walk you there?"