Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Falling for You ( Mark x Narcissa )

To say that Narcjssa was impressed by the jazz club in New Quackmore was pure understatement.

The jazz club was decorated with lowly lit crimson and gold light. A jazz band was slowly playing sexy jazz music. Waiters are skating past the customers as they catered to every elite customer, and the tables are made of black mahogany woods.

Once the couple got themselves seated, a waiter with a heavy French accent asked for their order. In fluent French, Narcissa ordered ceviche, l'escargots, some croque madame beer muffins and punch for two. Mark ordered some violet Shaded kimbap, raspberry cocktails and some blue cheese salad.

When the waiter left, Narcissa commented to her date, ' You seen what the waiter was wearing? Burgundy red - c'est pas chic, non???'

Mark guffawed and said ' Oh, yeah, I totally agree, sweetheart. ' Narcissa blushed and giggled at that. ' Just look, the two of us, judging everyone else's shitty outfits and listening to jazz beats....'

Narcissa blushed and giggled, her diamond necklace even more luminant in the light. The two talked about everything and nothing, and Mark wondered what had he done so that the fates gave him such a beautiful angel. She is truly gorgeous.

' Cissy, can I say something honest?' Mark muttered.

' Go on, ' Narcissa giggled, knowing what he is going to say.

' I travelled the whole world, seen everything and done everything, but nothing compared to have you walk into my office some time ago, looking like a million bucks, or even a trillion diamonds. ' Mark winked as he uttered those words.

Narcissa sighed and nearly teared up right then and there. She giggled and blushed, whispering. ' Monsieur, I never knew your tongue is as smooth as butter...'

' Consider this as a real compliment for a truly gorgeous woman, ' Mark winked and kissed her hand. Narcissa nearly swooned right then and there.

The food and drink arrived. The two started to flirt rather obscenely, and feeding each other sometimes. In all honesty, this was the best date that Narcissa had been to so far. She loves a man with style, sass and of course, effort, the 3 key ways to make a French lady fall in love.

Like most other French girls, Narcissa found American guys to be driven and sexy. They were never ashamed of their masculinity, yet they can be soft when they needed to be. British guys however, are quite closed off, she never felt any real connection with them anyway. With Mark, she felt safe, calm and comfortable

Suddenly, the jazz club host announced that the karaoke session is on, and Narcissa is the first to sign up on the session. After around 3 singers, Mark watched as Narcissa gracefully took the stage.

As the first melodies of ' I got a Crush on you ' soared, Mark felt himself drooling at the sight of his lady love singing.

' This is for the handsome guy sitting at Table 45, ' Narcissa winked as everyone turned to stare at Mark Beaks himself, who was too engrossed with Narcissa's performance to even care.

' How glad the many millions of Tom's and Dicks and William's, would be to capture me.' Narcissa sang softly in her French accent. ' But you have such persistence, you wore down my resistance, I felt and it was swell....'

Mark was too engrossed to even video record the whole thing. Narcissa was really something else. She was never afraid to show off her sexuality. Yet she looked deceptively saccharine doing that. She is both parts angel and demon, and he absolutely adores that.

When she finished, and the whole jazz club sounded thunderous applause, Mark took her hand and whispered ' Care to get outta here?'

' Mark!!' Narcissa guffaeed ' But we havent finished our food yet!!'

' Who cares?' Mark laughed as he paid the cashier a big tip, and took Narcissa off in their limousine.

The limousine took them on an open field just right outside of Duckburg. The starry night sky was smiling down on them, and Narcissa never noticed the beauty of the night sky until now. It was gorgeous.

' Mon dieu, ' Narcissa gasped. ' The night sky is gorgeous. '

' Comme toi, ' Mark gave her a shit eating smirk, and kissed her on the beak.

Narcissa blushed fiercely. Mark Beaks, the CEO of Waddle, actually kissed her!!! She returned the kiss with the exact fervour, as his hands snaked up to her waist and right underneath her breasts. When he started kissing her neck, she threw her head back and moaned.

' Did you just....moan??' Mark giggled as he heard Narcissa moan.

' Dont stop on my account, ' Narcissa demanded softly as she fluttered her eyelashes.

The lovebirds spent quite some time making out and dancing to jazz music unde the stars. When they feel sleepy, Mark instructed the limousine to drive to her house.

When Mark cast one look at her house, he was surprised by the sheer chicness of her decor. It wasnt as big as his decor, but it is still beautiful.

Narcissa wasted no time to kiss him, hard as she can, right on the beak, then she proceeded to kiss all over his face.

' Bonne nuit, ' Narcissa crooned ' Mon prince charmant. '

' Good night, baby, ' Mark whispered and he held her tight. ' Maybe I'll show you around my house on our next date?'

' Deal, ' Narcissa kissed him on the lips, and went into her house.

As Mark went into his limousine, he actually swooned in sheer happiness as the limousine drove to his mansion.