A/N: I know that it has been FOREVER since I have updated this series. But, I got inspired after we got robbed of a scene after all that stuff went down with them and David. I actually have a new idea for this series. My idea is since we all miss seeing them and since it appears that they have become attached to the hip off-screen, since Langston is never even at La Boulaie, that I would write chapters on what they are doing this summer. Everyone let me know what you think.

Markko dragged Langston back to her room, and sat down on her bed, not wanting to look at her because he really could not even understand what had gone on in there. She paced around her room. "Markko, I had it completely under control. Why did you have to ruin it?"

He crossed his arms. "I'm sorry that I have issues with my girlfriend throwing herself at some idiot." He was still so angry. He never liked the idea to begin with but he was really angry now. How could she have said the things that she said? He actually had to wonder if maybe she believed what she was saying. She had to pull them out of somewhere.

"I wasn't throwing myself at him."

"Do you even remember things that you were saying?"

"Of course I do. It was all part of the plan."

"Yeah, well next time, tell me that is part of the plan so I can make sure that I have nothing do with it."

"Why are you being like this? You are treating me like I slept with him."

"It's not that. It's just...I don't know."

Langston was growing frustrated. She really did not understand why it upset him so much. She wished that she knew what to say, but she really could not figure it out. She sat down next to him. "Are you really that mad at me?"

He turned to her. "I am not mad at you, Langston. I just did not want to hear you saying those things ever to anyone."

He tried to decide whether he should finish his sentence. "Anyone that is not me, anyway."

Langston looked at him shocked. "Is that what this is about? You're jealous?"

He laughed. "No, it is more just I do not want him seeing you like that, or thinking about it. You are my girl. I am the only one that should ever see you like that, or anyway." 

He really worried he had said too much. "My mom wants me home for dinner. I have to go." He walked over to her door.

"Hey, what's up with you? You told me this morning that your parents would not be home until late tonight."

"I just forgot that. I got to go do—"

Langston was confused. "Are you ditching me?"

Markko looked at her and grabbed her hand. "I just do not want you to think that I am not okay with where we are in our relationship. I kind of said too much a minute ago."

"What are you talking about? You're acting really strange."

He grabbed her hand and sat them back down on her bed. "I love you. I know we don't say it a lot, but I love you. Even though I am completely okay with certain steps we have not taken, because like I told you before, we have so much time. I think about it. You must think I am a complete jerk."

She smiled at him. "You are not a jerk at all."

"It is really hard not to think about it when you are so hot dressed like that."

She looked at him surprised. "You think I am hot?"

"I told you that earlier."

She laughed. "Yeah, didn't you say I was too hot?"

"What can I say, I do not want David Vickers of all people looking at you like that."

She smiled at him. "I love you, Markko. I love that you are so protective and would do anything for me. Not many guys would hide in the closet and videotape their girlfriend trying to seduce another guy."

"Actually, a lot of guys probably would."

She laughed and hit him. "Shut up."

"Did you mean what you told him about guys my age?"

"Are you serious?"

"I thought things were great with us, but you say that."



"Markko, I was just messing with him trying to get to him. I have no complaints about anything we do. I love kissing you. You are all I ever could want. I did not mean to make you feel that way with this."

"Really? I just do not want once we take that step for you to be disappointed. I have never been with anyone, and I do not want--"

She looked at him shocked. "You have never been with anyone?"

"No, that surprises you?"

"It is just you were such a player when we met. I figured that you had tons of experience."

"Why does everyone think that? Was I that bad?"

"You just had so much attitude, and you were with different girls all the time."

"It does not mean I slept with any of them."

"Thank you for telling me the truth. It really helps knowing that when we take that step that it will be new for both of us and something we can do together."

He smiled at her. "I am sorry for blowing your plan."

She put her head on his shoulder. "It was a really lame plan. How could I think that he would let me seduce him? I was awful at it."

Markko smiled at her and put his arms around her. "You were not awful at it. That's all I have to say about that. I think he knew it too, which is why I freaked out."

"Hey, I would never have let him do anything. You will be my first, and my only."

"Same with me. You are the only one I ever want to be with, like that or any way."

Langston wanted to tell him something, but did not really know if it was the right time to say it. "Markko, how will we know when the time is right? I mean, I do not want us to take that step and then regret it."

He put his hand on her cheek. "We won't. When we are ready, both of us, we will know that it is right whether it be in ten days, ten months, or ten years. There is no rush with us."

"You are such a great boyfriend."

"Aren't I though?"

She leaned in and kissed him. He deepened the kiss and leaned her back and they made out for a long time, as they had so often before. He went to untie the top of her shirt when she stopped him. "Okay, we better stop this."

He put his head on her shoulder. "You are right. I do not want it to be like this when we make love, not that you do not look hotter than ever in that outfit."

She laughed. "Is it that hot, Markko? You keep saying that."

"You are like every guy's fantasy right now." She blushed.

"Okay, perve, we need to get downstairs since Dorian is going to be home soon. I am going to go change."

He put his arms around her. "What? You don't think Dorian would like that outfit?"

"Markko, she would kill me." She laughed and shook her head. "Do not even joke about that. Do you know what social services would do?" She went to get up to get some clothes, went in the bathroom to change, and came out dressed in her normal black skirt with a t-shirt. "So, here I am. Plain old me.

"

He walked up to her and put his arms around her. "I love plain old you." She leaned over and kissed him again. This time he was the one to pull away. "We should make a sundae. I love ice cream."

She laughed. "I remember."

"Well, then you should make me one."

"No, you should make me one."

He followed her downstairs, and was glad that they had finally had a much needed conversation. He really did love her a lot, and he definitely showed today how much and what he would do for her. What had she turned him into, he wondered.

Hope everyone enjoyed it. Based on the feedback, I will pick up sometime in the next day or so with the new chapter of this based on what Larkko are doing this summer. Hope you all like the new premise.