It was nearing three in the morning, when Mark finally brought his truck to a stop. Looking over, he smiled softly when he saw Charlee curled up in the passenger seat, sleeping soundly. How did he get so lucky to come across this precious angel? Carefully unbuckling her, he pulled her to him, and wrapping her up in his arms started peppering kisses over her face. It did not take long for her to wake up, and he grinned when he felt her face scrunch up.

"We're here," he murmured between kisses, and finally managed to find her lips when she tilted her face up.

"Mm, where are we?" She mumbled, looking around sleepily, and frowned when she saw they were at the cabin he had brought her to that first weekend. "Why are we here?"

"I thought you liked this cabin?"

"I do, it's beautiful, but...still...why here?"

Mark simply looked at her, before replying, "I own it."

She raised her eyebrows. "You what?"

"I bought it."

"But...why?"

Running a hand through her hair, he quietly admitted, "Because it made me think of you. I got the keys last weekend...I wanted to have it ready for you, in case you forgave my dumb ass., and actually came here with me."

She could not help but to smile at his last comment. "I...I don't know what to say."

"That you'll spend another weekend here with me?"

Again, she smiled. "It's hard to refuse such a handsome face," she commented, and for once it was his turn to give a sheepish grin.

"Let's head in, it's late," he replied, and the two of them made their way out of the truck and into the cabin.

"How did you manage to make this place even more beautiful yet?" Charlee gasped as they walked through the door, looking around in awe at the gorgeous furniture and decor he had throughout the main living space.

"By hiring a good interior designer, that's how," he joked, making her laugh.

"Well I hope you tipped them well," she stated, making him chuckle. As she continued to look around, she was surprised by what she saw tucked in a corner of the room. "You put in a piano," she commented.

"I did."

"Why?" She asked, looking up at him.

He hesitated, before confessing, "I heard you play after the show the other night, and just seeing how much joy it brought you...I had to. I wanted to hear more, and get to see the way you light up when you sit on that bench."

Charlee was taken back by this. "But...what if I had said no?"

He gave a small shrug. "Then it makes a nice decoration piece," he replied, and she simply smirked as she shook her head at him. "Come on, lets go lay down. It's late," he added, and taking her hand in his led her into the bedroom.

"I like the change you made," she commented as she admired the dark bedding and decor he had went with. Walking up behind her, Mark softly grasped her arms, before sliding his hands down along her sides and midsection. Closing her eyes, she admired the feel of his touch as he slowly pulled up her top, his hands strong yet soft.

"I think you need help getting ready for bed," he said in a low tone, making her smirk.

"Are you offering?" she asked, and gave a squeak of surprise when he suddenly pulled her shirt up and off in a smooth motion.

"Gladly," he replied as he tossed it to the side, making her giggle, and quickly got her out of her bra as well. Reaching around, he gently pulled her back against him as he cupped her breasts, and could hear the nearly silent sigh she gave. "I better be the only one touching this right here," he murmured as his hands began to explore over her, and all she could do was nod. Turning her around, he lifted her up and carried her over to the bed, lowering them both as he kissed her. Giving a playful nip to her lower lip, he kissed his way down her, admiring her soft skin and how sweet she smelled. As he continued to move lower, he deftly removed the remainder of her clothes, before placing wet kisses along her inner thighs. "God, you smell so good," he whispered, and suddenly his mouth was on her as his tongue explored her.

Biting her lip hard, Charlee's hands immediately grasped his hair, pulling him in as her hips moved against him. Fuck, did he know how to use that long tongue. "Shit," she moaned when she felt him slide two fingers within her, and start curling them up just right. "Mark...please..." she pleaded, growing closer with each movement he gave. Needing to feel and hear her come, he quickened his tongue on her clit and his fingers within her, determined to get her there. "Fuck...fuck...oh my god, Mark, I'm coming," she gasped, and cried out as waves of pleasure washed over her. Quietly groaning, Mark kept going until he felt her relax, and made his way back up her.

As soon as her focus was back on him, she grabbed at his shirt, and when she pulled up on it he gave her what she wanted wanted by smoothly sliding it up and off. Before she could even reach for him again, he was off of the bed, and she watched as he slowly removed the remainder of his clothes. Bringing his gaze to hers, he crooked a finger at her, this small action making her clit tingle. "Come here," he demanded, and willingly she crawled to the edge of the bed. Grasping her hair, he forced her to look up at him, and simply stared at her for a moment before he demanded, "Suck my cock."

Not needing to be told twice, Charlee took him in her hand, and gave him a few slow strokes before wrapping her lips around the head of his cock. Letting out a quiet groan, he watched as she worked him down her throat, and letting his head fall back he sighed when she finally took him all the way in. "Fuck, I've missed how good that pretty little mouth feels," he murmured, looking back down at her as he started thrusting into her mouth.

Pulling back, she quietly commented, "I missed how good your cock tastes." Mark shuddered inwardly at this when she immediately went back to what she was doing, and tightened his hold on her hair.

As soon as she reached up to tease his balls, he had enough, and gritting his teeth he pulled her back up. Devouring her mouth with his, he took her with him up to the head of the bed, covering her as they fell onto the pillows. "I haven't stop thinking about how good you feel," he murmured as he flexed his hips into hers. "I can't get the sounds you make when I fuck you out of my head. I need it. I need it all back."

"Then take me, Mark. Make me yours," she sighed, her eyes pleading, and suddenly he couldn't wait another second to be buried inside her.

When he reached over to grab a condom, Charlee gently grabbed his hand and stopped him. Looking down at her, he frowned. "What?"

She hesitated, before reaching up and taking his face in her hands. "I want to feel you, Mark. Not...that."

He was taken back by this. "Charlee..."

"Please...I don't want to feel that, anymore. I want you...I want all of you."

"I..." he started to say, but could not find his words.

Leaning up, she kissed him softly. "Make love to me," she whispered, and pulled him down to where he was flush against her.

"I've...this is a new one for me," he confessed, getting up on his elbows to look down at her.

"What do you mean?"

He hesitated for a moment. "I've...never not used protection. I've always been careful."

Charlee was taken by surprise. "So...is it my turn to take something from you for the first time?" She asked in a teasing manner, making him grin.

"I'll let you have this one thing," he replied, and they laughed. Growing serious, he smoothed his hands over her hair. "You sure about this?" When she nodded, he reached down, and hesitated before finally sinking into her, both of them moaning at the feel of the other. "Oh fuck," he whispered, his brow burrowed as he tried to keep his control. She had always felt good to him, but having her wet warmth directly on his cock was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced.

"You feel so good," she whimpered, her hips moving against him. Feeling every ridge and vein in his hot, hard cock made it that much more sensual.

"God, you do too baby," he murmured, and kissed her deeply as he finally began to move over her. Slowly, he thrusted his hips into hers, his motions a sharp contrast to their normal moments of passion. Everything felt more intimate, more intense by being skin to skin in every way possible. Burying her face in his shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she clung to him, desperate to feel his entire body against hers. Sliding his arms under her, he held her to him, his soft pants in her ear making her entire body tingle.

"Faster," she whispered, her nails lightly scratching at his back, and willingly he gave her what she wanted. She could feel one of his arms move from under her, and moaned when suddenly his fingers were on her clit, moving at a pace which mirrored his thrusts. "Harder," she begged, moaning once more when he gave into her request. "Please don't stop...I'm getting close..."

"Me too," he panted, teetering on the edge, and attempted to pull out of her when she kept a hold on him. "Baby, let me pull out."

Looking up at him with pleading eyes, she begged, "Come in me...god, I want to feel you...please, Mark..." As soon as she said this, she cried out as came hard, her eyes rolled back as she spasmed around him.

"Ohh my god," he moaned at the feeling of her warm wetness coating his cock, and giving a couple more hard thrusts he kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth as he buried his cock as far as he could into her.

For a moment they laid there in silence, their foreheads touching as they quietly panted, until Mark pulled away, and was taken back when he saw tears in her eyes. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" he asked, concern in his voice.

She shook her head. "No, you didn't. It's just..."

"What? What is it?"

She continued to simply look up at him, before quietly admitting, "I love you, Mark." He was left flabbergasted by her confession, unsure of what to say. Hearing those words come from her mouth made him come to his own realization. "I'm sorry if-" she started to say, when he silenced her by softly kissing her.

"I love you too, Charlee," he whispered, and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging tight to him as she buried her face in his shoulder. Holding her to his chest, they laid like that for a long moment before he finally rolled onto his back, and she curled up into his side. "So...love, huh?" He commented, looking down at her and smirking at the shy look on her face. "And what is it you love about me?"

Idly trailing a finger along the letters on his torso, she thought for a moment. "It's little things...like how you always say my full name, instead of using my nickname, or how you remember small details, like my love for cheesecake. You notice things that make me happy. You're so protective of me...I've never had that with someone. You make me feel safe...and you make me feel special. It doesn't hurt that you're ridiculously handsome, and make me come so hard I can't breathe...but I'm trying to not be materialistic, here." Mark couldn't help but to laugh at her last comment. "Your turn."

"Is it, now?" he asked in an amused tone.

"Mmhmm."

Smirking, he toyed with her hair as he thought it over. "Well. I love how passionate you are about the things you enjoy, and even though I might not share that passion you somehow manage to make it sound so interesting. I envy how artistic you are, and at the same time I love getting to admire your talents. You're the sweetest, most kind-hearted person I've ever met, and honestly that alone made me fall for you. The fact you have the sexiest body I've ever seen and can suck my cock like no one else can is a perk, too." It was Charlee's turn to laugh. Growing serious, Mark added, "I want to be upfront. I honestly don't know where this is going to lead us. I don't know what to expect between us. I can't make any promises right now...but this is a journey I want to make, and I hope you'll come with me."

Looking up at him, she smiled softly. "I wouldn't go with anyone else," she reassured him, and smiling back he kissed the top of her head before settling back, the two of them quickly falling asleep holding onto one another.