Times change, huh? (Markimash)(DISCONTINUED)

3~Hurray for cake! (Warning)

(Smut warning!)

~~Aaron's P.O.V~~

"Ouch!" I winced as I pulled the steamy velvet cake from the oven. I quickly walked over to the counter and set it down, retracting my arms to my chest to observe the damage. I looked to the top of my hand from where it burned on the top metal shelf of the oven just a few seconds ago. I shook my hand only noticing it going slightly red and grabbed some icing from the fridge.

I set the vanilla and blue icing by the warm cake and cleaned up the kitchen of my egg and flour mess. I wiped my hands on my pants and walked over to the cake.

"One velvet cake for Ashlyn's 17th birthday, coming right up." I whispered to myself with a smile. I grabbed a butter knife from one of the drawers and scooped up a lump of vanilla cream and dropping it on the cake with a flop.

"Ohh something smells good." I felt a whisper on the back of my neck and hands resting on my hips. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"Mark, you can help me if you want." I said as I smoothed the cream out in thin whips and got the blue frosting. I felt his lips on the back of my neck now.

"Naw, I'll watch." He continued, his lips moving to my shoulders. I shivered getting slightly turned on. I couldn't focus with him here! I need to finish this cake by tonight so it's good an cool for the party tomorrow.

"Mark," I whispered, breathing uneven. "Not now." I turned around to face him putting my hands on his chest. He pulled away.

"After." He asked in less of a question and more of a demand in that deep sultry voice making my knees weak and just getting more turned on.

"What about Ash? Isn't she still in her room." I said trying to even out my breathing. He shrugged.

"We will just have to be quiet, plus she is blasting Fall Out Boy in there so we will go unnoticed." He smirked. I looked at him questioningly. (a/n okay the reason I choose Fall Out Boy is because this is like 17 years into the future so idk what bands will be in existence. I also choose them because I wanted to let you guys know what kind of girl Ash is, a 'punk' girl I guess... Idk, carry on.)

"What's gotten into you Mark? We did this just last week on our anniversary night. Are you okay? Are you going to be dead tomorrow and this is just a moment or a day to remember?" I jokingly asked. He chuckled.

"I'm fine Aaron. You, your body and everything about you, is just so incredibly beautiful, it's hard to stay away." He smiled. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, butterflies erupting in the depths of my stomach like the do every time we kiss. It was just a soft, slow, loving kiss not really going anywhere. Not now at least. But I know that within a few minuets this moment is hardly going to be soft and slow.

He pulled away and kissed my cheek. "I'm still going to watch you do this until your finished, and then we have to be quiet." He smiled causing me to roll my eyes.

I quickly finished frosting the cake, 'Happy 17th birthday Ashlyn!' Written in blue frosting on top and details like swirls around the boarder. I cover the cake and set it in the fridge and turned to Mark who was waiting patiently by the hallway with a smile on his face.

I got to him and quickly pressed my lips to his eagerly. He kissed back, his hands wandering down my sides straight to my lower back. I bit his lip lightly earning a groan from him. He pulled away with dark, lust filled eyes as he gripped my hand and lead me to our bedroom.

He opened the door and pushed me in lightly before shutting it behind him quietly. He turned to me and quickly grabbed my face in his hands pulling me in closer. I pressed him against the door as he pressed our lips and hips together. His tongue invaded my mouth massaging it against mine as he pressed his hips forward.