Stripped Down - A Septiplier Story -

Chapter Fourteen

As we're on our way home, Mark pulls us into the area that we were in before. The sun was just setting. He looks over at me, and lifts up the console between us to get closer.

He leans in and kisses me softly. I melt into him, one of my hands on his neck and the other on his thigh. We sit like that and kiss for a while. My heart fluttering every so often thinking about how lucky I am. 

We stayed like that for what seemed like forever. Kissing, hands trailing over each others bodys. But none of it was sexual. 

Mark was the one to pull away. He leans his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes. We sit there and search each others eyes for a while. Just looking into each other.

"I love you, Sean." He whispers softly. I tense up slightly, before relaxing into his embrace.

"I love you too, Mark." I whisper, kissing the corner of his mouth. He nuzzles into my neck, I feel something wet trail down my neck.

"Did you just lick me?" I ask, giggling softly. He shakes his head no. I furrow my eyebrows and push lightly on his chest so I could see his face. He was crying.

"Why are you crying?" I ask worriedly. He begins to sob, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"I love you so fucking much." He whispers, sniffling. I kiss the side of his head, sighing into him. I begin to place small, chaste kisses to the side of his head and all over his face. He smiles, batting my away gently. 

"I've never felt like this before." I whisper softly. I climb into his lap, our chests touching, my legs on either side of his. 

"Me either." He whispers. "I've never told anyone, other than family, that I love them. This is new. But I really do love you. With all my heart." 

I smile and bury my face into his neck. He begins to kiss my neck, leaving little bites over the old ones. 

He stops, and pulls back. 

"We're about an hour away from home. Let's go to my place, okay?" 

I nod my head, and climb off of him. I get into the passenger seat, and buckle my belt. As the car starts, I feel Mark's hand on my thigh. I smile, as he begins to drive us home.

* * * 

The next morning we walked into the club together, only to have Tony flag us down.

"Both of you. My office. Now." 

We both hurriedly walk into his office. We wait for a moment before he comes in and shuts the door behind us as he walks in.

"What the ever loving fuck is up with you two." He growls, taking my head into his hands and turning it to show my new tattoo. His eyes wander over the old, yellowing hickeys over my neck. 

He looks at my wrist to see the small Eve tattoo. He looks over at Mark before grabbing his wrist harshly to show the little Wall-E.

"You guys run away for two weeks. Mark each other up and get fucking matching tattoos. Look at your fucking neck, Sean. This is ridiculous. You both despised the other for as long as Sean's worked here. Now you guys are fucking like rabbits and we can't even get you to stay at work." 

"Tony-" 

"Don't fucking 'Tony' me, Mark. You guys can't even fucking work now because of your necks. You both look like cheap whores." 

I flinch at the name, looking down. 

"Both of you. Look at me." Tony growls. "This either stops, or you're both gone." 

"We'll start coming in more. We just needed some time together." Mark says softly.

"That's not what I meant. This relationship stops or you both are gone." 

Mark and I freeze. My jaw hangs open, as I look over at Mark who is equally as shocked as I am.

"Get out of my office. You have until the weekend to tell me what you're going to do." Tony sighs, sitting in his chair. Mark and I both leave, walking out of the club. Getting nasty looks from Chance and Mollie. 

We walk to Mark's house, and sit down on the couch when we get there.

"So where are we going to find new jobs?" I ask. 

Mark stops for a moment. 

"I never said I'm leaving the club."