Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Ferris Wheel

"No."

Mark is infuriating. In a variety of ways. In fact, you're almost always frustrated with him in one way or another and you kind of love that about him, which makes you question your own sanity. You love a guy who drives you nuts. Smart. Very smart.

Mark is smiling at you now that little grin that makes your heart flip flop inside your chest. Damn him You'd do anything for that grin.

"Mark !" you plead No!", you try again in your most pathetic voice.

"It's just a Ferris wheel!", he chuckles, pulling you closer his hands settling on your lower back. You shiver.

It's a surprisingly cold fall night in Los Angeles and after arguing about it for exactly two minutes in your car Mark agreed that for your first official date should be at the fair. You squeal with excitement as you hit the road ignoring his patented grumpy face as you rattle off the different food booths and rides you've read about for this year. Mark noticeably perks up when you mention the beer garden. You laughed.

When you arrive, Mark makes a show out of racing out of the passenger seat in enough time to open your door for you. You roll your eyes but smile up at him as he takes your hand like some kind of ridiculously adorable knight in Red flannel and Ripped Jeans and pulls you up. You stand there for a moment pressed to him the smell of his skin warm with a hint of soap and your heart flutters. You try to think of something to say to make the moment light but instead Mark takes your face in his hands and bends down to kiss you. You try to be a lady You really do, but it's damn near impossible when Mark is kissing you. His tongue moves against yours making you open your mouth wider and when you do and your hands slip up into his hair and tug at him, he groans. So you do it again.
Mark presses you up against your car almost growling in between kisses, and a rush of excitement flows through your body at this very moment of time.

His eyes are closed tightly, so Mark doesn't know you're watching him when you take his lower lip in between your teeth and bite down softly.

Mark's hips buck and the bulge in his jeans presses against you and before the reality of the situation comes crashing down on you both you're in a well lit parking lot for Pete's sake; aren't there kids around?! Mark pulls away and then comes back to you, his teeth aiming right for your earlobe. Marks breathing is heavy and out of sync when he sucks at the soft skin there and you both bury your faces in each others necks softly calling each others names. If this can happen in a parking lot, Jesus. What could you do to each other in a proper bed?

The rest of that long walk to the fair entrance is a blur but you're grateful that the location overlooks the ocean because dammit your skin is on fire and the cold air feels incredible. You dressed in layers tonight a simple cotton skirt and sweater set because seriously it's LA in the fall not Minnesota.

You walked around the fair holding mark's hand and you pulled him from booth to booth, feeling absolutely no guilt when you took too big of a bite of that deep fried cheesecake and made a mess of your face. Mark looked at you with a shy gleam in his eye as he leaned down to kiss the graham cracker crumbs off the corners of your mouth stealing a kiss in the process. "Mmm..." Mark sighed softly. You nodded in agreement. "Isn't that cheesecake the best thing ever created??" Mark leaned down again shaking his head before demanding entrance to your mouth with his tongue. "No," he panted as he pulled away. "Your tongue is the best thing ever created." You dropped the rest of the cheesecake.

Somewhere between the cheesecake and the beer garden you made the mistake of telling Mark of your fear of heights. Well specifically your fear of the Ferris wheel. And now a little bit tipsy on the beer the deep fried sweets and  Mark behind you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles your neck and dares you no DOUBLE dares you to go on the Ferris wheel with him.