Make You Smile

This time I'll do things proper.

Taylor's P.O.V

It felt weird being here again. It felt good too though. It was late afternoon and I'd tidied most of the house while Mark slept. He was exhausted. Mark hadn't been taking care of himself or the house since I'd been gone from the looks of things...I guess his heart hadn't been it. A home without the person you loved in it...wasn't really a home at all. I swallowed down my tears. I'd cried enough tears over these past two crazy days. My stomach rumbled. I was hungry I went to the fridge and rolled my eyes but a smile touched my lips. Really Mark? A bottle of sparkling water. That was all that was in the completely sparse fridge. Typical. I crept upstairs and smiled. Mark was still sleeping.

I jumped into Mark's car and picked up groceries. It was good just walking around the aisles and thinking of what to cook. It was distracting and cleared my mind a little from thinking about my dad. My mom hadn't called so that was a good sign. He must be doing ok and I knew my brother's were with my mom too Tom had called earlier to check in.

I showered quickly inhaling the scent of Mark's shower gel on my skin. I missed that smell. A lot. Mark had a pile of clean laundry that he hadn't bothered putting away. I shook my head but couldn't help smiling either. Typical Mark everything was folded really badly and creases to hell. I missed that too. I pulled one of his shirts over my head and began mixing pancake batter. I popped a blueberry in my mouth and blushed as I remembered how after prom as we'd watched the sunrise together Mark's lips had tasted like blueberry syrup.

I heard the shower running upstairs. My heart beat quickened. Would things be awkward now? We couldn't just go back to domestic bliss after 6 months apart.

My mind was restless. Would things between Mark and I ever be the way they had been again? The water shut off and I heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Why didn't you wake me? It's 6. I've been sleeping for like 10 hours!"

I smiled. I'd missed Mark's very sexy husky just woken up voice. I shivered slightly as I felt the heat pool in my abdomen. It had been a very long time. Too long. But I mean I couldn't just jump back into bed with Mark too much shit had happened between us. 

"You were exhausted and you looked so adorable I didn't want to wake you up."

I said honestly.

Mark sighed.

"You should've woke me up. And you shouldn't have cleaned the whole house. And Pancakes? Taylor you didn't have to do all that -"

I smiled. He always said that.

I turned around to face him carrying the plate of just cooked pancakes.

"It's cool. I got hungry and I wanted to make them.  I went grocery shopping too...one bottle of sparkling water really Mark? You really do need someone to take care of you. And I don't mind. In fact... I like doing it." I teased.

Mark was blushing and looking at me in a way he hadn't looked at me in a long time. Want. Desire. Need.

Mark wasn't wearing a shirt. He only had a pair of boxers on.  I swallowed thickly as I let my eyes rove over his chest and down...such beautiful tanned muscles.  Suddenly I wasn't hungry anymore. Well not for food anyway. I wanted Mark. And I think he wanted me too. Fuck it. 9 months without him. I wasn't going to starve myself anymore. Fuck taking this slow.

I put the plate I'd been carrying down on the table.  Mark's eyes never left mine. My skin was covered in goosebumps. I walked straight over to him. Reached up on tiptoe, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. My entire body pulsed from the feel of his lips on mine.  Mark was still at first and I waited patiently for him to respond. I felt his arms slowly wrap around my waist. His lips brushed against mine softly. Too softly. I needed more.