Got a request to do a Markimash story. It'll just be one chapter. Sorry, but the idea of Markimash makes me a little uncomfortable. Just that I know both of them are straight and other factors make me not like it as much. Plus Mark is totally mine (sorry other fangirls!)
Anyway, it got requested so here it is.
Yami's POV
I sat at my computer recording a lets play video. The front door opens, "honey I'm home," I heat a sing-songy voice call.
I wrap up the recording, it was time to end it anyway, then rush downstairs. Mark was putting groceries down on the table. I run over to him, his arms open wide. He wraps his strong arms around me and lifts me into the air. "You know you don't have to do this every time," I tell him. "I know, I just like to." His voice as low as it could possibly be. He knows I love when he talks think that.
I raise an eyebrow at him. He knows exactly what it's for. "I know why you do that voice." He smirks, yet another thing that makes me go crazy for him. "Mark, seriously with this stuff," I push his shoulder playfully.
"It's not my fault. I can't help it. When I'm around you that stuff just sorta happens," he says strolling into the living room.
He takes a seat on the couch and motions for me to come sit beside him. I do as he says and swing my legs across his lap. He places a hand on my leg, "Yami, you know how I feel about you right." "Of course, Mark. We're like best friends," in my mind I knew that wasn't it. We've been roommates for a while now, but everything's different. Something's been stirring in my stomach since the day we moved in together and it just won't settle.
Mark looked at the ground, "yea, best friends." I lifted his head by his chin, "Mark, I know," I smile at him, "I feel the same exact way." His face lights up, "you do?" "Of course I do. I have since the day we became roommates," I put a hand on his shoulder, then slowly make my way down his muscular arms.
We lock eyes and suddenly, the Earth stops turning. Everything is still. Everything is silent. This is the make or break moment. This is the turning point. This is the point of no return. I lean in and close my eyes, not wanting to see the possible horrible reaction he has.
I feel his lips against mine. I hear fireworks in my head. I realize that the feeling of unrest in my stomach was butterflies. Hundreds, even thousands of them.
"Mark, I think I love you," I whispered to him. "I never thought you'd say it," he whispered back, pulling me in once more.
Sorry this was really short. Having band practice all weekend that started today so my minds elsewhere.
Requests welcome!
As always, I will see you in the next chapter.
Bye bye!.
