The door

"Valerie."

Markov sighed, his stomach filled with butterflies as he stared at her room's door. The entry to a wonderful place. Anywhere was wonderful to Markov if Val were there. To have Val say yes to his date offer filled him with excitement, his heart raced and he hadn't even stood through the door.

Infact, he'd stood outside the door for a good five minutes, daydreaming and planning. The things he'd do with her...

"No." He stated to himself. "Is time to go."

Markov clenched a fist, thumping on the door, standing tall like a soldier as Val opened the door. Markov's posture suddenly turned mushy, his tall, soldier stance relaxing into a more regular standing pose. "Hey there, big boy." Val smirked, standing aside to allow Markov to enter her room. "You seem a little jittery, nervous?" She said softly, sitting herself down on her sofa. He followed her over to the sofa, staring at the floor twiddling his thumbs as he sat himself down. Val's face glimmered with slight concern. "Hey. Markov? Really, are you okay?"

Markov looked up at her, his eyepiece twiddling around, his eye glistened.

"You make Markov's stomach feel like unhatched monster egg. Like goop." He stated, bluntly. His eye stared into hers, eyebrow raised. Val looked back at him her hand placed lightly on his lap. "Let's just take it easy, okay big guy? It's just you and me. Nobody else to judge. This is our date, alright?". Markov nodded at her statement, placing a hand around her shoulder. He leaned into her, pressing his lips against hers to form a kiss. Their lips parted, tongues slipped inside. The two's eyes closed, the shutter closing on Markov's robotic eyepiece, their tongues explored eachother's mouths, slowly first, they circled eachother at a quicker rate. Val broke away from the passion, catching her breath. She looked up at Markov, her hand wiping at her mouth.

"That uh, that was pretty intense, huh?" She said, still panting a little. Markov nodded, smiling a little.

"Yes. It was... Good.". Markov folded his arms, his eye twitched a little as he looked down briefly at his trousers. He stood up and headed toward the door, locking it properly, grinning. He turned to look at Val, whose brow had raised in curiousity when he'd locked the door. Her face formed a grin, matching Markov's. Her eyes filled with desire, she stood up from the sofa, her arms folded, her face spoke intimacy. She slipped around the sofa, moving toward the bed, Markov followed, a strong, confident stride he walked, as he towered over Val. Val wrapped her arms around him, he took the two of them down onto the bed, she, wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms around his back with her hands stroking his neck. Out of nowhere, Markov had gone from nervous and scared into extremely confident. He growled lowly, biting into her neck. Thoughts and ideas rushed through his head, her name, "Valerie", repeating itself over and over again in his mind. Val gasped and moaned quietly, Markov's hands danced around her body, stroking and toying with her.