And I...: A MarkiplierxReader ✔

Chapter 17: Let's Make It Official

*Slight Smut Warning*

Your POV

There was a knock on the door. I jumped up and took a peek out the peek hole. "Mark, it's the Chinese guy." I shouted to him. I can hear Mark start howling from the bathroom. Seconds later, Mark rushes out, and grabs some money off the coffee table and opens the door. I take a seat back down on the sofa and send a text to my mother. "Sorry I haven't kept in contact with you much, like I said I would. I'm safe and having a good time. I'll be home in a week, so don't miss me too much! Love you!" 

Mark sits down beside me, and places the food on the table. "You racist!" I just give him a nudge, "No I'm not." He nudges me back, "yes you are, calling the guy by this ethnicity, some might see that as being racist, you racist." I give him a finally nudge, "That's not what I meant and you know it haha. I meant he's a guy that's delivering our Chinese food." We lean up and begin to open up boxes of various food items. "Racist.' Mark mutters under his breath. We both have a bit of a laugh. "I can't be racist, I like you and you're half Korean, so don't you start." Mark, sets his plate of food back down on the table, and just stares at me. The sickening feeling was back, I really didn't wanna tell him I had feelings for him already, and if I did wanna tell him, being the first to say it wasn't exactly how I pictured it. 

It was quiet. Neither one of us really knew what to say at that moment. I foolishly just told the guy I had feelings for him, and he's silent. "Do you wanna... I don't know, maybe make this official?"  I look up at Mark, he was blushing, as was I. "What, do you mean?" I questioned. He took my hand, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. "I felt something for you since the first time we kissed. You're different. You're not some obsessed fangirl, and with you, I can just be Mark, I don't have to be Markiplier. I like that, and every minute I spend with you, I can appreciate our connection more and more, and when we're not together-- I still find myself thinking about you. You're the first girl I've felt something for since my last relationship a few years ago and I don't want to ignore that." I just leaned into him and rest my head on his shoulder. "You don't strike me as a guy who opens up about his emotions." I wrapped my arm around him and gave him a good squeeze. "You're perfect, you know that!" I lifted my head up to him and gave him a peak on the cheek. "I know. I'm just simply amazing" he joked. We had another good laugh at finally decided to dig in before the food got cold.  Although, I never did give him an answer.I was never much for Chinese food but it was filling. After we finished eating it was somewhat silent. I had to keep myself busy, so I began to put the left overs in the fridge and wash our dishes. I turned around to find Mark standing in the doorway.

"I shouldn't have asked, It was too soon and I'm sorry." I didn't really know what to say. I didn't want Mark to feel as if I was lying about liking him, or that I didn't feel that same way he does for me. I wrapped both arms around his neck and held him. "It wasn't too soon. It's apparent we both feel the same but, I'm going home in a few days... I just don't want to get hurt anymore so then I already will when I go back to Washington without you. It's one thing to leave behind a summer fling, but to leave behind someone that I have genuinely grown to care for is going to be even more difficult." He held me tight and I never felt more safe then I did right there and then in his big, strong arms. "I'll make it a point to come and see you whenever I can. Even if it's only for a few days. I really do want to see what can come out of this. You don't just forget about someone you managed to make a strong connection with. Especially for me, being famous it's difficult to meet girls. I don't know who actually like's Mark or who wants Markiplier. With you, I can just be Mark, and that means more to me then you probably realize. I give you my word, I will do whatever I can to make us work, even if it's gotta be long distance for now at least." I couldn't believe my ears. 'I've known this guy for a matter of a few days, and he already feels this strongly? Maybe I don't quite understand what it's like for him...' 

We locked eyes, and the look in his eyes was the same look you'd get from a child when they find out Santa isn't real. I could tell having a steady relationship was something important to him, all his friends were settling down, getting married and with his status it made falling in love extremely difficult. It wasn't that I didn't want to say yes, I was just scared to. I had so much stress going on in my life, I was scared a boyfriend would just add more. Never mind a boyfriend who I couldn't be around all the time. I was at a lose for words, and didn't know if I should say yes, or if I should say no. My silence caused Mark to turn around and head back off to the living room, but before he walked away he muttered something it sounded as though he said "We didn't meet by chance, you know." 
It reminded me of a conversation Dad and myself had when I had my heart broken for the first time. I can still remember his words so clearly, and in truth I don't think I'll ever forget them. He said " When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in it's place. We never meet anyone by accident, they are meant to cross our path for a reason; be it a blessing or a lesson. One day someone will walk into your life and make you see why it never worked out with anyone else. If you can take anything out of this conversation make it this: you never lose by loving, you only lose by holding back." Those words never made complete sense to me until this moment. 'Even once he's gone, he's still giving me words of wisdom.' 

I left the kitchen and chased Mark back into the living room, he sat there on the sofa in a slump. He looked rather depressed, and I knew it was my fault. I genuinely felt bad, but hopefully what I had in mind would more then make up for it. I silently walked from the kitchen, behind the sofa and rested my hands on his shoulders. I leaned in and whispered in his ear "It's official." I gradually worked my hands from his shoulders down his chest, rubbing him slowly and softly up and down his rock hard body, giving him little kisses on his cheeks and neck. He'd make little groans, and I knew he enjoyed it. Out of know where, Mark jumped up off the couch, which caught me by surprise. "I'm sorry if you weren't enjoying that!" He rushes towards me, and picks me up, he had his arms cradling me under my ass, my legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. He pushed me up against a wall, taking my arms from around his neck, and placing them above my head-- holding them there with one and, with such a force. He ignored my lips and instantly started kissing all over my neck. I knew where this was leading, and I felt powerless to stop it. His one hand worked down the side of my body, inducing nothing but goosebumps. I quivered at his very touch. I wanted his hands all over my body. This lips moved and this hands found their way to the hem of my shift, and he lifted my shirt right up and off of me, leaving me in my bra. His lips worked down from my neck to along my chest. He finally let go of my hands, squatted down and forcefully pulled down my boxers. He quickly stood back up, lifted me and promptly tossed me on the sofa. He took off his tshirt before crawling on top of me. His hands worked my torso, while his lips worked my neck. Before I knew it we was trying to pull down the cups of my bra with one hand, and then I felt his other hand brush up against the outside of my panties. The way he was positioned I could feel his boner pressing up against my leg. "Mark..." I gasped. He must have taken that as a good thing, because he didn't stop what he was doing, 

"I want this, I do but not right now... not like this....I'm a virgin." Almost instantaneously he got off me. "Fuuuuck!. I-I'm sorry, I am, I'm sorry." Before I could say anything he picked his shirt up off the floor, and walked up his iron stairs.