Authours Note: Hopefully I don't dissapoint, and excuse any mistakes, didn't have much time to proof read this
Mark's POV
This has become, routine, so much that it's almost second nature to me now. I'm suspecting that it's around midnight that you've come creeping into my bedroom and sliding underneath my covers. Of course, I'm all too willing to move over only an inch to let you sleep beside me. I know its means more to you but to me, for the moment at least, you're just a warm body.
I sigh when I feel your bare chest press up against my back and your arm wraps around my waist pulling me towards you. As cliché as it is, I get butterflies in my stomach when you do so. I always get them when you do things like this, for once, not looking for a quick fuck. I scoot back even closer to you and I can hear you inhale my scent and begin to leave a trail of kisses on my neck.
I turn around in your arms, your hair is askew perfectly and you're practically glowing even in the dark, towering above me as you trace the side of my face with your warm hand. You're smiling as you give me a chaste kiss on the lips before just staring into my eyes. If you keep looking at me like this, I'm guaranteed to blush any minute.
I reach up and stroke the side of your face; you lean into my touch gently.
"Does Mimi know you're here?" I question
You purr softly when my hand begins to massage your temple. "No. She's asleep."
"Won't she wonder…"
"Maybe…but I have an excuse" you smirk and pull away from my hand gently, kissing the back of it as you move away and reach for something on the floor. You come back up with a pale blue blanket. "Cold?"
I smile and nod. "Very" I reply as you wrap us both up in the thin blanket.
"I figured" you said, now tightening your grip on my waist.
We lay together in silence for a moment. Contently. This is the first, in a long time, that you haven't ripped my clothes off as soon as you came into my room. It's comforting to know that we still have this strong friendship between us. That I'm more than just your secret slut. I think I've spoken too soon, when I notice the somewhat innocent hand around my waist begin to dip lower until it's toying with the waistband of my boxers.
I try not to sigh too heavily when I put a hand over yours and turn over on my back. You're already nibbling on my earlobe with closed eyes. My sigh turns into a soft moan and I arch into you. Your leg goes across mine but you stop abruptly. You roll off me, run a hand down your face, and sigh. I lick my lips and watch your peculiar behavior.
"Mark" you speak and look over to me, grasping my hand. "What we do it's just between us right?" I simply nod. "No one knows?"
I nod once again "We could…you know…stop if-"
"No" you interrupt me and sit up on your elbows "I wanted to tell you something…"
"Okay…"
"I…I love you" you speak so quietly if we weren't so close I doubt I would have ever heard you. "Yeah" there's a pause "I know that you probably don't but I-"
I stop your ramblings with a gentle kiss upon your lips, I feel you smile against my own.
"I can't say that I do" your smile falters "but I do know that what we're doing is something more" I confess in the darkness. You wrap your arms around my waist once more.
"I love you" you whisper sweetly into my ear, a secret that is only between me and you. I smile in return, not able to let a lie pass my lips but instead let them graze yours in a chaste kiss; I pull away teasingly when I feel your tongue slide across my lips.
You're always wanting and needing and yearning for me or reaching for my body when we're alone. I almost want to say that I love you too, that I need you as much as you need me to survive. Then I realize that in the morning you'll be gone. You'll be back to pretending that I'm nothing more than your roommate that you don't fuck every chance you get.
I don't care though.
I'll let you taste me on your lips anyway.
And even in the dark, I can see your eyes light up as you smile when I pull you on top of me. You begin to ravish my mouth with your own. You're all but shoving your tongue down my throat and I can hardly breath, trying to keep up with your fast pace. You pull away slowly, leaving my lips wet and bruised. Lightly biting and teasing still as you pull away.
You're sliding my boxers off, I was sure that you didn't come in here just to talk and that I'd be naked by the end of this late night visit. I'm even more sure that I'll have you tied to my headboard when you begin to whisper roughly in my ear. All your wants and demands from me. I moan into your mouth when you tell me to fuck you, and call me your whore softly in my ear. I can't help but smile.
So go on and live your fake life with Mimi. I know you'll be back in my bed in a matter of hours. Though for now, you're here with me, and I'm happy. But I do hope soon that you finally admit to yourself that you're using Mimi as a crutch.
From your words to your kiss, I know I'm the one you want.
