A friendly Meeting
Sabine:
Would he even be in his office? Sabine had to wonder at that. She was slightly nervous. More so because it was nearing nine o'clock as she walked down the fourth floor. However she had not been able to escape the Hospital Wing any earlier; she had been swamped today. What with a few Quidditch Injuries and whatnot. It had felt like the students had waited until the evening to hurt themselves.
She sighed gently. Sabine hoped he would be in as if he wasn't she wasn't really sure where to look for him. Her second guess would be the Beastairy; after all wasn't that where she first met him? However, with lessons just starting perhaps he could be found in his office, students might have questions after all.
Stop it! she told herself forcibly. If he wasn't there she would just wait until another day. Simple as that. This wasn't a big deal. Surely it wasn't. Then why did she feel so bad about the fact she had been unable to see him throughout the summer? And then in the Sorting Feast they hadn't even spoken a word. Did he know she had been there? She certainly knew he had been there.
This brought another question to her mind. What in the world was she doing? Why did she feel the need to talk to him? What could she possibly say? It was enough to make her scream in frustration. Even to the point that when she reached the closed door of his office she had halted just before she would have knocked before her hand dropped back to her side.
She exhaled roughly before she turned to walk away, stopping abruptly before walking back before she turned and repeat. This was bad if she couldn't even knock on the man's door! She was probably an amusing sight as was evident when she heard a soft chuckle. A blush covered her cheeks.
Mark:
Mark had been relatively busy the day that he noticed Sabine walking back and forth in front of his office door. He had three lessons that day, two exams that he had given, and one girl who slipped in of the Hippogriff's waste that he had to clean. He had barely eaten dinner, before he went back out to the Beastairy to work with the newest Hippogriff.
So, at nine o'clock, Mark was more than tired. He had started the day wearing a set of new blue and silver robes to show off his house pride. However, as he made his way back to his office, he was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a collar shirt that was buttoned only half way up. His hair was going in a few different directions, but nothing out of the norm.
However, when he noticed the woman pacing in front of his office, the fatigue lifted and he smiled. It was the first genuine smile he made all day (except after the waste incident) and it felt good. He had been meaning to visit her. Every moment he thought he was free some kid or some animal needed his attention. He had even tried to speak with her at the feast, but somehow...they didn't even speak.
Leaning against his closed office door, he let out a soft chuckle and finally spoke. His voice was soft and a bit hoarse. "Afraid of doors now?", he questioned, staring at the woman's back.
Sabine:
Afraid of doors now?
Sabine halted at the voice. If she wasn't embarrassed by the chuckle the owner of the voice had accomplished it. He had just witnessed her nervousness in trying to knock on his office door. She had to wonder what was going on in his mind at witnessing this. Surely he thought her a little nuts or something along those lines.
"Only at the prospect of what may be behind them," Sabine replied, once she regained some of her cool although her cheeks were still tinged a light pink, as she turned around. She gave him a half-hearted smile and a shrug of her shoulders as she slid her hands into her pockets. Before leaving the hospital wing she had removed her outer robes to reveal the muggle attire of blue jeans and a light blue blouse underneath.
Sabine tried to push her embarrassment to the farthest part of her mind as she dug around in her mind for something to say. She had to admit that the smile on his face had been a little reassuring.
"How has your day been?" she decided to ask, changing the topic.
Mark:
Only at the prospect of what may be behind them.
Mark chuckled at what she had said and nodded with reassurance. "So you were afraid that I would be there?", he questioned, before winking at her and folding his hands across his chest. He watched her cheeks, with the tinge of pink, with such interest. He had noticed during the date that her cheeks were like monitors to how she was feeling.
He was just about to ask her the same questions she asked that may he stop. He took a deep breath and just shook his head. He looked at his attire as if that was the answer and looked back at the woman. "Let's go with busy.", he said, pulling out a set of keys and smiling at her. "What about you?", he questioned, pushing the key into the lock and turning it.
"Come on in.", he then added, opening the door and walking into the office. He wasn't ignoring her question. On the contrary, he hoped she would follow and speak with him inside the office. "Or we could stand out in the hall.", he called out, before walking over to the window and opening it.
Sabine:
"Basically ... yes," she admitted to his response to her fear of the prospect behind doors. She inclined her head lightly in response, a smile poking at the corner of her lips.
She made no comment to his saying that they could remain standing out in the hall, she merely smiled before she followed him in. Coming inside, she closed the door behind her. "I've been busy as well ... what with the injuries from an impromptu Quidditch game this evening," she answered in reply as her eyes looked over the inside of his office.
"Did you have a good summer?" she then asked. They had not seen each other over the summer so perhaps it was a good question. "Between the Hospital Wing here and St. Mungos I didn't have a moment to myself during the summer," she stated with a shake of her head. With the summer being slow, Sabine had taken up a shift at the Hospital.
In result she had felt she was being pulled in to different directions. As she had obligations to full fill at the school but when she'd finish working at the Hospital she felt she only had energy to fall into bed. It had not been a really pleasant summer.
As she spoke, she examined one of the cages that were in the office.
Mark:
Sabine had entered the room as Mark was opening the other window that laid across from the other. He looked up at her when she spoke about her evening and shook his head in sympathy for her when she spoke of her busy evening.
"Yeah. Molly, the one Hippogriff you didn't met, had two babies. So, I have been trying to get them more adapt to the world. Not as easy as one would think.", he said, lighting the candles around the room and smiling as the room lit up. He opened a door that revealed a room with a sink and began to wash his hands.
He had heard her question, but waited until she finished her story before he was would begin. Once he dried his hands, he walked into the main office and nodded to a chair that was sitting in front of his desk. He smiled as he listened to her and sat down at his desk.
"After our date, I went into hiding. I mean that whole handshake threw me off. I felt I was losing my touch.", he said, laughing and fooling with the papers on his desk. "Nah. I took a trip to Africa. Worked with a griffin.", he said, showing how exciting that was for him. He placed his quill down and smiled.
"They are magnificent. And I took so many pictures. I will have to show you...if you are interested.", he quickly added, allowing a red tint to cover his cheeks. He sighed and looked down at the exams on his desk, trying to get the tint to go away.
"Um...you know...Sabine. I really had a good time on our date.", he said, finally looking up from his desk. "A really good time."
Sabine:
As he began to speak, Sabine pulled up the chair he had indicated in front of his desk before she sat down, having adjusted its position slightly. It was rather odd with them on either side of the desk. She almost felt like a student again. However she had not taken Care of Magical Creatures when she was a student so she had never set foot in this office before now.
After our date, I went into hiding. I mean that whole handshake threw me off. I felt I was losing my touch. A light smile touched her lips at his words. "Well you had disappointed me a little," she stated teasing him lightly, "you had me expecting a little more than a hand shake." Even as she spoke she felt herself blushed slightly again, not very noticeable. She felt silly saying but it was true, even if she spoke to tease him gently.
She listened with her head at a slight tilt as he spoke about his summer. Nah. I took a trip to Africa. Worked with a griffin. They are magnificent. And I took so many pictures. I will have to show you...if you are interested. After he paused she spoke. "That had to be interesting ... I have never seen a griffin before so sure," she stated with a smile and nod of her head.
Um...you know...Sabine. I really had a good time on our date. A really good time. She blinked when she started a little hesitantly. His eyes concentrating on his desk until the last part. Sabine felt her cheeks flush again but she kept the eye contact. "I enjoyed it as well, Mark," she stated after a moment, his words having left her speechless for a while. Sabine could not recall a time when she had felt when she was with him, in his company.
Mark:
"We should do it again...sometime.", he said, before laughing knowing how busy they both had been and would probably start to get. However, he knew that if she wanted to go out again he would drop everything in a heart beat to be in her company. She made him feel really good, both in and out. His hands were sitting on the desk as he looked around the room.
"I did get you something when I was away.", he said, smiling at her and opening his desk drawer. He pulled out a long, slender, black box and laid on the edge of the desk in front of her. He then sat back down in his chair and looked from the box to the woman.
"While I was away I worked with so many creatures. Griffins, Hippogriffs, and phoenixes. Not to mention the salamanders they have roaming the places.", he said, leaning back and looking at her. "The gift I got for you was actually in a small store there. I hope you like it.", he said, nodding to it for her to open it.
Inside the box, Sabine would find a phoenix bird, made of gold, attached to a chain. If the woman turned it over she would see written: From Mark. With Love.
Sabine:
Sabine smiled at him when he said they should do it again sometimes. "The question is when though," she stated with a small laugh and shake of her head. It was the one thing she disliked about being a healer, her time was never her own. Especially now at Hogwarts. At least when she was working at the Hospital she wasn't always on call, she got away. But as the main healer here she was always on call. Her life seemed tied to the hospital.
Her eye brows rose when he stated that he had gotten her something while he had been away. "You didn't need to do that," she said softly. It surprised her some and yet made her happy to know that even though they had not seen each other during the summer he had been thinking about her.
She took the box in her hands after he had slid it forward. Her fingers opened the slender box to reveal the golden phoenix with its linked chain. A smile lit up her features as she examined the necklace, pulling it from it's box, the box being set back on the desk, as she turned the pendent over examining it.
With out saying a word, in response, she got up from her seat and crossed behind his desk to him. She leaned and her lips brushed his in a soft kiss before she whispered, "I love it." Sabine felt her heart beating fast from this move.
"Will you put it on me?" she then ask him, holding it out towards him.
Mark:
Mark watched as she took the box. Her features made him feel that she liked the gift, but he got worried when she stood up. It only took her next move to prove that fact that she did indeed like the gift. He never lifted off his chair from the kiss. His body ached for the woman that was standing there. But he could ruin anything. Especially after Ceri.
He took the item from her and smiled. Standing up, he stood behind her and placed it around her neck and hooked it. He let his fingers linger on the hook before taking them away and stepping back. He walked around, so that he was standing on the opposite side of the desk (now in front) and shook his head. "Looks really...awesome. And the necklace is nice too.", he said, before cracking a smile and chuckling.
He stood there for a minute, making a circular motion on the edge of his desk, looking at the design of it. "So, um...you really like it? Cause if not I can send it back.", he said, more out of nervousness.
Why was he like this? He felt like he was 13 again.
Sabine:
Sabine smiled at him after he had finished clasping the chain around her neck. She watched as he moved away to stand on the other side of the desk to look at her. If she had not felt his hands linger on the clasp a little longer than necessary she would feel a little worried by his putting the desk between them.
She laughed softly at the words that came from his lips, a blush touching her cheeks again at the compliment in his words. She watched as he started to fidget or rather stare at his desk in nervousness. The smile still touched her lips at his question. Whether he wanted it or not, Sabine moved once to stand next to him. She was surprised with her own daring now, especially when she started out so nervous. Perhaps it was because he made her feel comfortable ... she just didn't know.
"Mark," she stated, "I truly do love it ... the design is perfect." Even if she had not liked it she would not have sent it back for the world. It had came from him. The first thing he had given her. It was perfect. She wanted to reach out and take his hand within hers, however the thought of being rejected gave her pause and her hands remained at her side. She was only so daring. Instead, she looked at him reassuringly.
She had not even known where the courage she had came from when she had kissed him a few moments ago.
Mark:
Mark looked at her and smiled. He picked at the end of his desk before lifting his head up and looking into her eyes. He moved forward a little bit, but stopped himself. He took a deep breath and chuckled. "I feel like I am on the playground or something.", he said, laughing and looking at the woman. "Except...those girls weren't as beautiful.", he said, before approaching the woman fully.
He took her hands into his and bent down meeting her lips with his. He let them linger for a moment before breaking the kiss and leaning against her forehead. "You don't know how long I wanted that.", he sighed, before kissing her forehead and laughing. "Better than a handshake?", he then questioned pulling back so he could read her facial expressions.
The one thing he feared was her to reject him and run out of the office screaming at him and throwing the necklace on the ground.
Sabine:
"You mean you didn't pull girls' pig tails as a little boy?" she asked him with a touch of humor and a smile. She felt herself blush once more and she broke their eye contact briefly at the compliment before her gaze returned to his. It seemed Mark had gather the courage that Sabine had lost when he closed the few steps between them taking her hands into his.
As he kissed her her eyes closed as she savored the sensation it brought up in her and her hands had broke free of his to lay rest against his chest. Sabine did not open her eyes again until he asked better than a handshake. Her mind picking up the feeling of his breath on her face when sighed and then of his lips upon her forehead
At his question, her eyes opened to look up at him, her light smile still in place. "Much better," she murmured softly. "Don't you think?" she then asked him. Even though she seemed so content outwardly, Sabine could feel her heart beat racing. She was sure it had not slowed down once since she was in his presence. But despite her racing heart, she was content. He had not rejected her ... and she most assuredly had not rejected him.
Sabine leaned upwards and kissed him once more.
Mark:
When Sabine touched Mark's chest, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He loved, even though he had a shirt on, the feeling of her small hand on his chest. He smiled when she answered.
"I know a few other things better than a handshake.", he said, winking at her before kissing her back. He took the hand that she had placed on his chest and wrapped his hand around it. He broke the kiss and looked at her.
"I am glad you came to visit.", he cooed softly, before looking from the woman around the room. "I am just sorry my office is so messy.", he then added, before turning back to her.
"So. Can I offer you something to drink? Are you hungry?", he questioned, looking at her and smiling. "Anything?"
Sabine:
After the kiss had broken between them, Sabine had leaned her head against his shoulder. At his words she smiled. "I'm glad I did to and that you caught me before I could chicken out," she stated with a small laugh. Sabine knew that if he had not come upon her when he had she probably would not have stayed. She would have not knocked eventually and just left. It would have torn at her to. That she had not had the courage to even knock on his door.
At his words about his office, her eyes once more glanced around it. "It's no worse than mine," she stated reassuringly. "I'm still moving into mine, yours at least looks used," she stated looking up at him. Thinking of her office led her to think of her quarters. They were not much better. She had not really gotten around to unpacking fully yet. One would think she would have been done with that by now.
She was pulled from her thoughts at his next few questions. Her smile touching her lips again; she had not been aware it had left when she thought about her own environment. "No, I'm fine ... unless you want something," she stated.
"Although perhaps I should go," she stated, pulling away a bit reluctantly. "You no doubt will be wanting to get some sleep after such a busy day," she continued on looking up at him.
She knew, that she herself ought to be getting some sleep as well but then Sabine had always thought about her needs last. Which was doubtless the reason why her time schedule was always so hectic and she always feeling so exhausted by a day's end. And yet she never complained about it ... but then she wasn't aware she mistreated herself so.
Mark:
Mark wasn't really hungry when he asked her. He could use a stiff drink, but then again he never really drank anything harder than a beer. He smiled at her and looked around the office for his tea stuff. "Yeah. I have some tea set around here.", he said, trying to remember where he put it.
When Sabine pulled away, Mark looked at her and frowned. "No. I want you to say.", turning and walking toward a shelf that was holding the tea things. With a few waves the teapot sprung to life and began to steam. "One cup of tea.", he said, more with a begging tone in his voice.
"And then if you want to leave...I guess I will let you go.", he laughed, walking over to her and touching her cheek slightly. He let his hand fall to his side when the teapot began to squeak. As he walked back to the set, he turned and looked at her.
"Or we could skip the whole tea idea and go right to bed.", he said, his voice low and sensual. It was a joke on his part, but somewhere he wanted that.
Sabine:
Sabine for her part didn't want to leave quite yet, but she had felt she should say it at least. After all he had said he had had a busy day, as had she, no doubt both of them were tired from the day. A soft smile touched her lips when he had replied that he wanted her to stay; she felt the same.
It had felt as if the teapot chose a most evil time to squeak when he removed his hand from her cheek, but she held no ill feelings towards the teapot. It was an inanimate object after all. At his last statement, Sabine felt chills engulf her body but she remain outwardly calm.
"A cup of tea first," she stated in response, her smile still in place. She didn't want to think about later. Later always got her in trouble. It would be best just see where events took them. As it was just by Mark's last statement Sabine could feel their minds had taken similar paths ... whether at the same or different times but the thought had seemed to strike them both. However, Mark had spoken it. True it had seemed in jest but it was there.
"Then we'll see," she added as she took a seat on a chair.
Mark:
Mark was pouring the tea into the cups when he heard her response. He smirked and walked the cup of tea over to the woman and placed it on the desk in front of her. He then took his cup and placed it on a small table that sat near his desk. He then pulled the chair that was behind his desk around to the front so it was sitting near her chair. Flopping down, he smiled at her as he brought the cup to his lips.
His soft eyes washed over the woman's body as he took a deep breath. Exhaling, he allowed his eyes to land on hers as the cup met the saucer again. Smiling, he ran a hand through his hair and let out a small sigh. "Man. I didn't think term was going to be this busy.", he said, as he leaned back to the look at the ceiling.
"You know, Sabine, I don't know what I would do if I wasn't able to work with animals.", he said, before sitting up and placing the cup down. "Do you wanna see those pictures now?", he questioned, smiling at her. The smile was a cute one. The kind a five year old would give to his mother when wanting to show her a picture he made in art out of noodles.
Sabine:
Sabine lifted the tea cup and saucer from where he placed it on the desk. As she took a tentative sip, Sabine watched as he moved his chair from behind his desk to near her own. When she finished her sip, she rested the tea cup and saucer on her knee as she listened to him speak now that he had gotten himself settled.
However, she didn't really have a moment to answer him as he was quickly moving onto the next part of his statement and then the question. She grinned at the smile that had come over his features. She was indeed reminded of the little boy showing a major accomplishment to anyone who would look.
"Yeah, sure," she stated with a smile, nodding her head.
Mark:
Mark grinned at her and jumped up from his chair and walked over behind his desk. Opening up the top drawer, he pulled out a stack of photos. Walking over to the woman, he kneeled next to her chair and held onto the photos as he began to talk.
"That is me and the head of the program, Wilma Zelma.", he said, pointing to a witch that look rather rough and...manly. "She is a tough cookie.", he said, as he looked at the picture. The two people in the photo were laughing and highfiving. "Okay. Next.", he said, placing that picture under the pile.
When he pulled the next picture out, his face went a little red. It was Mark standing there without a shirt, trying to dance after having lost a bet. "Um...yeah. I said I could eat more hot pickles than my mate. I lost.", he said, as he shook his head in embarrassment as his photo opposite shook his butt at Sabine.
"Um. How about you just look at them. If you have any questions, ask.", he said, standing up and trying to get rid of the red.
Sabine:
Sabine replaced her tea cup on top of the desk as Mark jumped up to retrieve the photos. She laughed softly at his enthusiasm, however her laughter turned into a smile as he brought the pictures over and knelt next to her chair as he showed them to her.
At the second picture, Sabine tried to hold in a little of her laughter, especially at the embarrassment Mark had displayed on his face as he explained the picture. She watched as he stood up and told her to ask any questions if she had any instead. It seemed he was a little too embarrassed by the photo to continue.
Sabine had flipped the embarrassing photo the the bottom of the piles. "Can I just see the ones of the animals?" she asked, as she looked through the pile. Sabine asked in a way that she didn't insult Mark by just wanting to see the animals. She had been interested in the animals chiefly. Although she liked to see Mark on the trip, she didn't want to embarrass him more and he had asked if she wanted to see the pictures of the Griffins.
However, the pictures seemed a little untidy, as she came across some animals and then back to him and some other people she didn't know.
Mark:
Mark's face had finally returned to its usually cream color when he looked at the woman. "Oh jeez. Yeah.", he said, kneeling back down, this time holding onto her knee for leverage. He didn't think anything about it, having not noticed that he had done it.
"Um.", he said, flipping a few pictures with the other hand as he finally got to the animals. "Here is one of the Griffins.", he said, smiling at the impressive photo of the animal flying around.
"And this", he said, turning to the other picture "is the phoenix that was the model for that.", he said, touching the end of her necklace. He let a finger linger there before looking back down at the pictures. He showed her a few more pictures of the Griffins, about eight all together, and smiled. "I still have film I am getting together. So that had a lot of other types on there.", he said, standing back up and smiling.
"So what did you think?"
Sabine:
Sabine did not mind as Mark used her knee as he knelt back down, taking the pictures from her as he located the ones of the animals. She leaned in as he pointed out the multiple images. "Does little justice to the real thing," she stated softly after he spoke about the Phoenix, a smile on her lips.
"They're beautiful," she stated in response when he asked her what she thought of them. "I can't imagine what it was like to be there in person with them," she continued on with a smile as she placed the photos that remained on her lap on the desk top.
Standing up from her seat, Sabine moved over to him. "Thank you," she stated before she leaned up and kissed him. "It's a miracle you even came back after being with them," she stated softly when she broke the kiss, looking up at him.
Mark:
Mark, when the woman stood and kissed him, leaned against the desk and allowed the kiss to work over on his own lips. He smiled when she broke it and he wrapped a hand around the woman's waist bringing her into him.
"But if I didn't come back, when would I have seen you?", the man questioned softly smiling as he looked toward her. He leaned down and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. He could feel his body quiver from the passion that ran through him.
When he broke the kiss, he looked at her and smirked. "So still want to leave?", he questioned, his arm still wrapped around her waist.
Sabine:
Sabine rested her hands upon his upper arms as her wrapped a hand around her waist, drawing her closer. She smiled at his response. Before he kissed her she had managed to utter softly, "So am I ranking higher than animals?" However, instead of a response to that question he had caught her lips in a passionate kiss. She returned it with equal passion, once more feeling chills spread over her body.
"No, I can't say that I do," she stated softly before she brought her lips back to his, pressing her body against his. When the kiss broke stated a little breathlessly, "And I can't say that I did."
Her eyes looked at his face, gouging his reaction. After the kiss had broken she had not moved her body away from his but remained when she was.
Mark:
Mark's reactions where that of a man. Or at least that was how his body was responding. And for the first time, he wasn't really that embarrassed. He looked down at her and gave her a quick kiss and looked toward the office door.
"So, are you going to accompany me back to my quarters? Or are you going to leave me hanging and play hard to get?", he questioned, laughing and rubbing his hand down her back and then back up.
"And did I tell you how amazing you look in this jeans?", he questioned, before kissing her again and repeating it in a few short kisses.
Sabine:
"I should play hard to get," Sabine stated, leaning back slightly. "But that would be mean," she continued on, "and I'm not mean by nature." She leaned up and kissed him in return.
She arched a brow at his comment on her attire. "Is that a hint that I should wear jeans more often?" she asked with a smirk. Sabine by nature didn't wear jeans often. Only when she was working and she would be getting dirty. Obviously today she had miscalculated as she wasn't dirty in the least.
For each the short kisses he gave she returned with an extra, pulling him towards the door. If one of them didn't make a move they would spend the entire night in his office ... not that was bad but his quarters would be far more comfortable.
Mark:
"I much rather see you without those jeans on.", he sighed, as she pulled him toward the door. He was glad she had started moving them because Mark wasn't even about to move them. He pulled away from her, taking her hand into his and opened the door.
He walked out of the office and only once she had exited, snapped a finger and watched all the candles go out. The door closed and clicked and he smiled. "My quarter entrance is right down the corridor.", he said, holding out a hand for the woman to take. He smiled as he looked at the woman.
"But I don't think I can stand being out here without you in my arms much longer...so...", he said, winking and biting his bottom lip.
Sabine:
Sabine laughed softly at his response and followed him out of the office. She watched as he snapped his finger and the office closed up in response. She smiled at him when he spoke again.
Taking his hand in hers she stated, "Then perhaps we should hurry before you do something unseemly and a student happens upon us." They were after all no longer in the confined of his office but out in the open. The night was still young and it was probably for a student to come walking down the corridor. She had to wonder briefly what would be going through the student's mind upon coming to such a scene as theirs.
"Lead the way," she stated, pushing the amusing thought from her mind as she focused on his face.
Mark:
Mark kissed her cheek and smirked. "Unseemly? Little Ol' Me?", he questioned, before winking and walking away from his office. He looked at the portraits and smiled as they rounded the corner toward the special area that protected the staff quarters.
He stopped the progress and smiled as he looked at the tapestry that resembled Ravenclaw crest. He placed an open palm over the crest and soon the tapestry slid to the right. "Come on.", he said, holding the woman's hands as he opened the door that was behind the tapestry and pulled her, not with force, into the room.
Inside was a scene different from the man;s office. In the center of the room was a large king's bed, white sheets that seemed to be overflowing and rather fluffy. A wardrobe sat to the left of that and a trunk was at the foot of his bed. A small desk sat against one of the walls and a door near his bed was opening revealing the bathroom.
"Welcome Home."
Sabine:
Sabine entered his quarter's after him. He did not need to tug on her hand very much to have her follow him inside. She had to agree with his statement about 'Welcome home.' His quarters were far more homey than her own. He had taken the time to refurnish his quarters. Sabine's were pretty much how the room looks when one is just moving in. She really needed to stand still in that room and do something.
"Remind me to get the name of your decorators," she said to him with a smile. "I must get them to decorate my quarters." She had as good as said that she liked his quarters in that simple statement. It seemed to her that her smile had yet to leave her face. Perhaps in the morning her cheeks would be sore from all the smiling. Perhaps.
She leaned up and gave him a soft kiss, returning their attention back to the activity that had led them to this point.
Mark:
"He was a great guy. Mark Evans. I should have his card around here someplace.", he said, laughing before the woman gave him a kiss. He picked up the woman and walked her over to the bed. Laying her down, he climbed onto the bed and-
As the night wore on, magic and love was shared. When things had finally cooled down, Mark knew it had to be around three in the morning. How he knew? Who knows, maybe it was just a guess. However, he sighed and looked over that the woman who was laying next to him. Kissing her forehead slightly, he covered her up more and smiled.
"Love you.", he whispered. He wasn't truly expecting a response.
Sabine:
"Well, he had done a superb job," Sabine stated before she let out a laugh as he lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the bed where one knew what was to come.
Contentment spread over Sabine when things had cooled down and with the contentment came the touch of tiredness. She felt the covers move over her, covering her more but she paid them little heed as she curled her form against Mark, her head resting against his shoulder.
Her head in such a position, she heard the words that he had whispered and in the sleepiness of her mind they were registered and the very same words had escaped her own lips in a light murmur. Perhaps if she had been more awake the words would not have slipped out but with sleep the truth was able to escape more freely. Her eyes closed shortly after her utterance, her breathing evening out as sleep took her over.
Mark:
Mark wrapped an arm around the woman and smiled when she spoke. He kissed her forehead one more time before allowing himself the first moment to relax in a long time. As the night went on, Mark only awoke once and that was his usually bathroom break.
Climbing back into the bed, he slid back into the curved area that Sabine was supplying and smiled as he closed his eyes and fell back asleep. The next time he would wake up is when the sunlight began to strain into the room.
He turned a bit and opened his eyes, looking at the woman's sleeping body. He didn't want to wake her.
Sabine:
Sabine could not recall the last time she had slept so well. It had to be before her days as a student ... even then she had not slept well ... her classes always stressing her out. So as the sleep left her mind and consciousness arose she actually didn't feel the need or want, well maybe not want, to stay in bed for an extra five minutes or so.
And the warmth next to her reminded her exactly where she was and the events of the previous night. A smile spread over her lips at the recollection.
Despite Mark's good intention not to wake her, Sabine had a healer's schedule and was in habit of waking up early. She wasn't even certain she was able to sleep in late any more. Was it possible? She hadn't tried lately.
Opening her eyes, the first thing she noticed were the brown eyes staring back at her. "Good morning," she murmured pleasantly and she stretched out her body.
Mark:
Mark could tell from how her body was moving that Sabine was waking up and that made him happy. He wanted to lay in bed with her and just talk about life and maybe what happened between them the night before. When she opened her own eyes and spoke, Mark smiled.
"Good Morning to you.", he said, before following her suit and stretching out his own body. He felt his back crack and that made him let out a deep groan. "That was good.", he said, as he looked at the woman.
"Last night was the best night of...well fun I have had in a long time. Long time.", he said, letting out a small laugh. He let a few fingers dance on the skin of Sabine's shoulder as he spoke. "And I haven't slept that well in about a year.", he said, before turning over to look at the clock.
"7:30.", he said simply, before turning back to the woman.
Sabine:
Sabine smiled at his reaction to his stretching. Her own stretch had felt good and now she relaxed back into the mattress of the bed. She contemplated his words of fun and sleeping well. She could not really recall either ... well she could recall a moment of fun ... but sleeping well ... that was something foreign.
"I can't remember ever sleeping so well," she stated in response. It was far too long ago to think of if she ever had. Surely not recently if nothing came into mind. As Mark's fingers tapped on her shoulder, Sabine felt goosebumps spread over her arm in result.
The woman let out a small yawn as he turned to look at the clock. If anything his short statement woke her up if she hadn't been before. "Ah, shoot ... I should have been in the hospital wing already," she stated sitting up. So perhaps she had slept late. It was an odd sensation. Usually she was in the Hospital Wing around six getting things ready for the day.
Mark:
"And I should have been making my rounds around the Beastiary.", he said, also sitting up in the bed. He let the blanket fall down to his waist and he scratched at his chest. Yawning, he stretched his arms up and then lowered them after feeling the bones move.
"And I have my first class in about two hours.", he said, making a pouting face when he looked at the woman. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek (morning breath sucked) and jumped from the bed. He searched the floor for his boxers and pull them on. Turning he smiled.
"Feel free to use anything around here. I have extra tooth brushes and stuff in my bathroom. And if you wanted to shower, you could go first.", he said, crossing his arms over his chest and smiling. "Or we could go at the same time.", he then said, winking.
Sabine:
"Heel boy," Sabine stated with a small laugh when she observed his wink at the end of his statement. She gathered her clothes from the floor, where they had fallen the night before, folding them over her arm before she left the bed.
"Although I will use the bathroom," she stated, walking to the bathroom. She entered it and closed the door behind her. She rummaged around in the pockets of her jeans for a moment before she pulled out her wand. At least she always carried it with her. Magic was so helpful on days when one was running late and weren't in their own quarters.
Sabine had taken a short shower and the rest of her morning habits before she dressed, changing her attire with her wand to a knee length black skirt and pale yellow blouse with a white spaghetti strapped top beneath and slip on shoes before she exited the bathroom in about twenty minutes. Her hair had been dried magically and tied back in a partial ponytail.
"Your turn and I'm going to head off to the Hospital Wing," she stated, kissing him on the cheek. "So, I'll see you later hopefully."
Mark:
When Sabine walked into the bathroom, Mark took care of his bed and such. He had finished pulling out all his clothes for the day, when Sabine walked out of the room and gave him the small kiss on his cheek. He smiled at her.
"I will stop by if I get the chance.", he said, bending down and kissing her on her cheek again. "Have a good day.", he said, before waving a hand for the door to open. He gave her a short wave as he turned into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.
A smile was plastered to Mark's face as he finished his shower and got dressed. He was in one of the best moods ever.