Chapter 3 (You keep it just for fun)
Doug turned in response to a loud noise of an engine behind him. The motor cycle rolled up beside him, the engine quieter as it slowed to a halt. There was something different in this scene to the one he saw everyday, where there was usually only one rider, today there were two and one had blonde hair protruding from beneath the helmet.
Mark took off his helmet and climbed off of the bike, steadying it so that Susan could climb off comfortably. She swung her leg around and stood up, still with the helmet on.
M: You OK?
S: Yeah
He looked at her doubtfully
S: No, I can't get it off (came the disembodied voice)
He laughed, and lifting the visor, he planted a gentle kiss on her nose while he undid the strap and lifted the helmet off leaving her hair in a disastrous, disheveled, appearance and Doug who had been standing, watching fondly from behind them joined in this.
S: What?
They made a poor attempt to control their laughter
S: What!?
She picked up the helmed that had been removed from her head, pulled down the visor and seeing her own reflection sighed
S: Oh man. And today was a good hair day!
D: Wow, I knew you two came in together, I wasn't going to inquire into what happened before then but I see now I don't have to.
S: Oh well Doug. At least I have some kind of excuse. Your arriving alone, how do you explain your hair?
A smile broke out on her face and she ruffled his short hair before turning and kissing Mark's cheek
S: See you later.
Mark held on a little longer carefully trying to return her hair to its intended appearance. Eventually, on discovering his lack of hair dressing ability, he just planted a kiss on her hair and released her from his arm. She walked away trying to sort out the mess of her hair as she went. She was beautiful. He still could not believe how amazing he felt. He had wanted this for over a year, since before he and Jen had split up, but then he had shrugged it off as having something he could never have. Now he had her and he honestly couldn't find the words to describe how happy he was.
D: So it can be done.
M: hmm?
D: The great Mark Green made deliriously happy, and by a woman, congratulations.
M: (laughing to himself) Thanks, she is great huh?
D: Of course she's great, you two were made for each other. We all told you that I don't know many times.
Mark laughed at his own feelings and locking up his bike he turned and walked inside the doctors lounge where Susan sat with a cup of coffee having done all she could with her hair.
M: So what you up to tonight?
S: Oh I was going out with the cute guy.
M: Yeah?
S: mhm he's a doctor, I mean I hear he's a bit of a dork but hey, he should at least have some money. I'm hoping he'll go all out and we could, rent a movie or something.
M: sounds like fun. Me, I was just going to go home have a "meal for 1" and fall asleep in front of the of the football. Have fun on your date though.
At this point she picked up a pillow from the sofa where she sat and threw it at him playfully. She loved his sense of humor and for romance that seemed to be moving so fast it felt oddly comfortable, but then it had been a year coming, In hindsight she could see that. He had cared about her for almost as long as she had cared about him. She felt stupid for having wasted the time but was too happy in the moment to be bothered by it. There was his smile again; She could barely believe it had actually happened. There they were, together, after all this time, all the blind dates that could never live up to him. She had wondered if her expectations had been too high. But after two days since they had first kissed she could see he was everything she had hoped for. The best friend she would never forget, the sweet king gentle boyfriend she felt so happy with and the man she would always love. She laughed privately to herself, was she really that much of a cliché?
That night, Susan checked herself in the mirror. Then she realized this was Mark. He had seen her, hung over with a head cold about to launch herself into a mammoth shift. But she redid her lipstick anyway; after all she still wanted to look nice. There was knock at her door, she went to answer. There he was looking as sweet as ever. A huge grin spread across her face. How could she be this happy?
M: One of your neighbours let me in. I cooked!
From behind his back he revealed a bag of takeout
S: (Laughing) you made my favorite, how did you know?
She took the bag of takeout from him and carried I into the kitchen where she put it onto plates. She poured two glasses of wine and as she was finding a bowl for the rice from one of the cupboards she realized she was merely a few inches too short to reach it.. She was trying to find a way of growing a few inches and hadn't even noticed Mark come into the room, he came up behind her. Reaching up over her head he picked up the bowl. His other hand slipped around her waist and he kissed her neck tenderly. With her an enormous grin on her face Susan put the rice in the bowl before turning her head and kissed his lips softly. She then turned and picked up the dinner carrying it into the table she got there he had picked up the dinner carrying it to the table as she got there he had brought in the wine and he put it down on the table rushing to pull out her chair for her. She had to laugh at what a gentleman he was. She had often questioned if guys like this really existed. He took his own seat and lifted his glass.
M: To.... You and how happy you've made me.
He knew how corny it sounded and winked at her as a way of saying it was OK to laugh, but she didn't, she smiled caringly at him and took a sip from her wine and he knew that she felt the same way.
When they had finished their meal she meal she picked up the plates and returned to the kitchen placing them beside the sink.
S: Coffee?
M: No thanks
Mark went into the kitchen
M: Here, I'll help with the dishes.
S: don't worry; I was just going to leave them for tomorrow.
M: Come on they'll be done faster f we do them together
He turned on tap and found some washing up soap.
M: I'll wash, you dry.
Susan was astonished, what other man would voluntarily do the dishes? She picked up a dishtowel and dried up one plate then the other, she laughed to herself, for somebody so willing to wash up, he was awful at it. There was soapy water all over the floor and she kept having to re-rinse everything but she didn't mind. The last thing he passed her was the rice bowl, he had taken great care over it, determined to get it right. While he was doing this Susan had time to put away all of the other dishes and once again they were left with just the bowl.
M: (about to hand Susan the bowl) you want me to get this
She laughed and opened the cupboard for him
S: So did you ever tell Doug that we didn't sleep together?
M: No, it was more fun to dodge his questions and make him want to know. That's not a problem is it? I mean....
S: Oh, no I was just interested. It's kinda weird being at work, huh?
M: I know, you think weaver knows yet?
S: Oh she knows
M: what do you mean?
S: She came up to me today and said (putting on weaver's voice) Susan, I'm so glad about you and mark green. But don't think you'll be getting special treatment. (returning to her own voice) I don't know, she seemed to think it was funny. I mean I do get special treatment, right?
M: Oh, you want special treatment? (With a devilish smile he begins to tickle her)
Susan tried to run away but slipped on the soapy floor falling on her back. She lay there looking at the ceiling and a great pain surged through her spine. Mark leapt down onto his knees next to her.
M: Are you OK
S: Yeah I'll be fine, we seriously have to teach you how to wash dishes.
M: (With a relieved smile) I'll buy you a dishwasher, I'm sorry, are you sure your OK?
He took her hand, and supporting her shoulder helped her up.
M: Oh I brought you something.
He left the kitchen and hurried into the living room. While he was gone she stretched, trying to ease her back pain. When he returned he was holding a small picture frame. He turned it round and Susan laughed and gasped at the image before her. It was a picture of the two of them in a photo booth on the night they had left their blind dates who had found each other more interesting than they had found Mark and Susan. Susan smiled, she had forgotten about that picture.
M: Are you sure your ok? (Apparently her pain was more obvious than she had thought) Here let me look.
He pressed his hands on her back at various points.
S: Really Mark, I'm fine I just... OK OW!! Maybe I pulled something.
Mark took her hand and tried to lead her out of the kitchen.
M: Come on, I'll massage it for you.
He really was too perfect. But as much as Susan liked the idea (and she really liked it) she somehow felt she should decline.
S: No it's Ok really, I'm fine.
He gave her that fatal smile and there went her stomach for about the 100th time that day.
M: Susan. Let me help you
S: But I don't need any help I'm...
M Ok have it your way but I won't say I didn't ask
S: Thank you
At which point Mark took Susan in his arms and lifted her, much to Susan's surprise
S: Wow Mark what are you doing? How exactly is this my way?
He carried her into the bedroom and placed her as gently as he could on the bed.
M: I asked, you said no, so I had to take charge. Now roll over and let me see if I can help.
She was still holding the picture and so placed it on her night-stand obediently doing as she was told. There were his hands again, warm on her back and strong. The pain in her back eased with every touch as he rubbed it.
M: That better?
He said moving away from her having finished.
S: Yeah where'd you learn to do that?
M: Jen made me go to a marriage guidance weekend. Two days of listening to single people talk about married life, and that ( implying the massage) was what I learnt.
She had rolled over and was watching him speak . He no longer seemed bitter or saddened by the divorce but now talk about it as a thing that no longer bothered him. It was the past and he, like her was happy in the present.
S: well you're excellent at it
M: Thanks ( he looked at the clock) You're not on tomorrow are you?
S: Yeah why
M: It's really late, or should I say early, you'll be exhausted, I'll go, I should have turned into a pumpkin hours ago anyway.
He jumped from where he sat on the bed and leaned over her kissing her in that soft, loving way
That made her whole body feel like somebody was tickling her from the inside.
As their lips parted she didn't allow herself to let him get far. When their faces were only inches apart shelifted her hand to the back of his neck, where she felt it belonged.
S: (Quietly, looking into his eyes) stay.
Was all she said before pulling him to her again. As if by way of consent he lowered himself onto the bed and one hand found her hip while the other gently twisted her hair between his fingers.
Later that night Susan lay in bed staring at the picture and couldn't remember when she had been this happy. Somehow everything just felt right now and as she felt Mark kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder she pulled his arm around her tighter and settled herself top sleep with a smile on her face.
Hello all thank you for reading only 1 chapter left cause I have ended it at four
Of course you can put it on your susan webpage I don't mind at all and I'm flattered you asked :)
Doug turned in response to a loud noise of an engine behind him. The motor cycle rolled up beside him, the engine quieter as it slowed to a halt. There was something different in this scene to the one he saw everyday, where there was usually only one rider, today there were two and one had blonde hair protruding from beneath the helmet.
Mark took off his helmet and climbed off of the bike, steadying it so that Susan could climb off comfortably. She swung her leg around and stood up, still with the helmet on.
M: You OK?
S: Yeah
He looked at her doubtfully
S: No, I can't get it off (came the disembodied voice)
He laughed, and lifting the visor, he planted a gentle kiss on her nose while he undid the strap and lifted the helmet off leaving her hair in a disastrous, disheveled, appearance and Doug who had been standing, watching fondly from behind them joined in this.
S: What?
They made a poor attempt to control their laughter
S: What!?
She picked up the helmed that had been removed from her head, pulled down the visor and seeing her own reflection sighed
S: Oh man. And today was a good hair day!
D: Wow, I knew you two came in together, I wasn't going to inquire into what happened before then but I see now I don't have to.
S: Oh well Doug. At least I have some kind of excuse. Your arriving alone, how do you explain your hair?
A smile broke out on her face and she ruffled his short hair before turning and kissing Mark's cheek
S: See you later.
Mark held on a little longer carefully trying to return her hair to its intended appearance. Eventually, on discovering his lack of hair dressing ability, he just planted a kiss on her hair and released her from his arm. She walked away trying to sort out the mess of her hair as she went. She was beautiful. He still could not believe how amazing he felt. He had wanted this for over a year, since before he and Jen had split up, but then he had shrugged it off as having something he could never have. Now he had her and he honestly couldn't find the words to describe how happy he was.
D: So it can be done.
M: hmm?
D: The great Mark Green made deliriously happy, and by a woman, congratulations.
M: (laughing to himself) Thanks, she is great huh?
D: Of course she's great, you two were made for each other. We all told you that I don't know many times.
Mark laughed at his own feelings and locking up his bike he turned and walked inside the doctors lounge where Susan sat with a cup of coffee having done all she could with her hair.
M: So what you up to tonight?
S: Oh I was going out with the cute guy.
M: Yeah?
S: mhm he's a doctor, I mean I hear he's a bit of a dork but hey, he should at least have some money. I'm hoping he'll go all out and we could, rent a movie or something.
M: sounds like fun. Me, I was just going to go home have a "meal for 1" and fall asleep in front of the of the football. Have fun on your date though.
At this point she picked up a pillow from the sofa where she sat and threw it at him playfully. She loved his sense of humor and for romance that seemed to be moving so fast it felt oddly comfortable, but then it had been a year coming, In hindsight she could see that. He had cared about her for almost as long as she had cared about him. She felt stupid for having wasted the time but was too happy in the moment to be bothered by it. There was his smile again; She could barely believe it had actually happened. There they were, together, after all this time, all the blind dates that could never live up to him. She had wondered if her expectations had been too high. But after two days since they had first kissed she could see he was everything she had hoped for. The best friend she would never forget, the sweet king gentle boyfriend she felt so happy with and the man she would always love. She laughed privately to herself, was she really that much of a cliché?
That night, Susan checked herself in the mirror. Then she realized this was Mark. He had seen her, hung over with a head cold about to launch herself into a mammoth shift. But she redid her lipstick anyway; after all she still wanted to look nice. There was knock at her door, she went to answer. There he was looking as sweet as ever. A huge grin spread across her face. How could she be this happy?
M: One of your neighbours let me in. I cooked!
From behind his back he revealed a bag of takeout
S: (Laughing) you made my favorite, how did you know?
She took the bag of takeout from him and carried I into the kitchen where she put it onto plates. She poured two glasses of wine and as she was finding a bowl for the rice from one of the cupboards she realized she was merely a few inches too short to reach it.. She was trying to find a way of growing a few inches and hadn't even noticed Mark come into the room, he came up behind her. Reaching up over her head he picked up the bowl. His other hand slipped around her waist and he kissed her neck tenderly. With her an enormous grin on her face Susan put the rice in the bowl before turning her head and kissed his lips softly. She then turned and picked up the dinner carrying it into the table she got there he had picked up the dinner carrying it to the table as she got there he had brought in the wine and he put it down on the table rushing to pull out her chair for her. She had to laugh at what a gentleman he was. She had often questioned if guys like this really existed. He took his own seat and lifted his glass.
M: To.... You and how happy you've made me.
He knew how corny it sounded and winked at her as a way of saying it was OK to laugh, but she didn't, she smiled caringly at him and took a sip from her wine and he knew that she felt the same way.
When they had finished their meal she meal she picked up the plates and returned to the kitchen placing them beside the sink.
S: Coffee?
M: No thanks
Mark went into the kitchen
M: Here, I'll help with the dishes.
S: don't worry; I was just going to leave them for tomorrow.
M: Come on they'll be done faster f we do them together
He turned on tap and found some washing up soap.
M: I'll wash, you dry.
Susan was astonished, what other man would voluntarily do the dishes? She picked up a dishtowel and dried up one plate then the other, she laughed to herself, for somebody so willing to wash up, he was awful at it. There was soapy water all over the floor and she kept having to re-rinse everything but she didn't mind. The last thing he passed her was the rice bowl, he had taken great care over it, determined to get it right. While he was doing this Susan had time to put away all of the other dishes and once again they were left with just the bowl.
M: (about to hand Susan the bowl) you want me to get this
She laughed and opened the cupboard for him
S: So did you ever tell Doug that we didn't sleep together?
M: No, it was more fun to dodge his questions and make him want to know. That's not a problem is it? I mean....
S: Oh, no I was just interested. It's kinda weird being at work, huh?
M: I know, you think weaver knows yet?
S: Oh she knows
M: what do you mean?
S: She came up to me today and said (putting on weaver's voice) Susan, I'm so glad about you and mark green. But don't think you'll be getting special treatment. (returning to her own voice) I don't know, she seemed to think it was funny. I mean I do get special treatment, right?
M: Oh, you want special treatment? (With a devilish smile he begins to tickle her)
Susan tried to run away but slipped on the soapy floor falling on her back. She lay there looking at the ceiling and a great pain surged through her spine. Mark leapt down onto his knees next to her.
M: Are you OK
S: Yeah I'll be fine, we seriously have to teach you how to wash dishes.
M: (With a relieved smile) I'll buy you a dishwasher, I'm sorry, are you sure your OK?
He took her hand, and supporting her shoulder helped her up.
M: Oh I brought you something.
He left the kitchen and hurried into the living room. While he was gone she stretched, trying to ease her back pain. When he returned he was holding a small picture frame. He turned it round and Susan laughed and gasped at the image before her. It was a picture of the two of them in a photo booth on the night they had left their blind dates who had found each other more interesting than they had found Mark and Susan. Susan smiled, she had forgotten about that picture.
M: Are you sure your ok? (Apparently her pain was more obvious than she had thought) Here let me look.
He pressed his hands on her back at various points.
S: Really Mark, I'm fine I just... OK OW!! Maybe I pulled something.
Mark took her hand and tried to lead her out of the kitchen.
M: Come on, I'll massage it for you.
He really was too perfect. But as much as Susan liked the idea (and she really liked it) she somehow felt she should decline.
S: No it's Ok really, I'm fine.
He gave her that fatal smile and there went her stomach for about the 100th time that day.
M: Susan. Let me help you
S: But I don't need any help I'm...
M Ok have it your way but I won't say I didn't ask
S: Thank you
At which point Mark took Susan in his arms and lifted her, much to Susan's surprise
S: Wow Mark what are you doing? How exactly is this my way?
He carried her into the bedroom and placed her as gently as he could on the bed.
M: I asked, you said no, so I had to take charge. Now roll over and let me see if I can help.
She was still holding the picture and so placed it on her night-stand obediently doing as she was told. There were his hands again, warm on her back and strong. The pain in her back eased with every touch as he rubbed it.
M: That better?
He said moving away from her having finished.
S: Yeah where'd you learn to do that?
M: Jen made me go to a marriage guidance weekend. Two days of listening to single people talk about married life, and that ( implying the massage) was what I learnt.
She had rolled over and was watching him speak . He no longer seemed bitter or saddened by the divorce but now talk about it as a thing that no longer bothered him. It was the past and he, like her was happy in the present.
S: well you're excellent at it
M: Thanks ( he looked at the clock) You're not on tomorrow are you?
S: Yeah why
M: It's really late, or should I say early, you'll be exhausted, I'll go, I should have turned into a pumpkin hours ago anyway.
He jumped from where he sat on the bed and leaned over her kissing her in that soft, loving way
That made her whole body feel like somebody was tickling her from the inside.
As their lips parted she didn't allow herself to let him get far. When their faces were only inches apart shelifted her hand to the back of his neck, where she felt it belonged.
S: (Quietly, looking into his eyes) stay.
Was all she said before pulling him to her again. As if by way of consent he lowered himself onto the bed and one hand found her hip while the other gently twisted her hair between his fingers.
Later that night Susan lay in bed staring at the picture and couldn't remember when she had been this happy. Somehow everything just felt right now and as she felt Mark kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder she pulled his arm around her tighter and settled herself top sleep with a smile on her face.
Hello all thank you for reading only 1 chapter left cause I have ended it at four
Of course you can put it on your susan webpage I don't mind at all and I'm flattered you asked :)