Cold feet (Mark)

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Mark; fluff, swearing

Mark and I were going out on our first official date. He was taking me ice skating. The problem is, I can't ice skate. And yet I still agreed to go on this date. And I can't back out now because I'm at the venue and lacing up my skates. Mark was already skating around leisurely waiting for me. I wobbly made my way to the entrance of the rink. Mark waved at me. 

"C'mon!" He called. 

I bit my bottom lip. "I'm nervous," I admitted. Mark skated towards me. 

"Stop getting cold feet! It'll be fine," He soothed. 

"What do you expect me to do? I'm literally standing on ice!" I squeak. Mark laughs and holds his hands out to me. I carefully take his hands in mine and let him slowly pull me out onto the ice. I squeak as I slip a little on the ice. Mark holds onto my hands a little tighter. 

"I gotcha," He smiled at me. I grinned back and tried to stand a little straighter and tried to move my feet. "There you go! Move your feet a little sideways."

Mark guided me like this for awhile. We skated around very slowly, with Mark encouraging me as we went. 

We finally headed off the ice a half hour later. I slid my feet out of the skates with a sigh. 

"Thank you for this, Mark. I had fun," I say, ruffling his hair a little. He grinned broadly at me. 

"Of course. It was my pleasure! I had fun too," Mark leaned over and kissed my cheek. 

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