Mark let himself in silently, stealing a look at the clock – quarter to eight. All the lights were off but she wasn't in the lounge or the kitchen.
"If I had a million dollars, I'd build a tree fort in our yard, if I had a million dollars, you could help it wouldn't be that hard," she sang in the bathroom.
Mark laughed silently and snuck in, holding his breath expecting the door to squeak but it didn't. She was knelt over the toilet, brush in hand, cleaning.
"If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, I'd buy you an exotic pet, like a llama, or an emu. If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, well I'd buy John Mark's remains, all those crazy elephant bones…" she sang.
When she stopped he softly spoke: "Remarkable."
She almost jumped out of her skin, spinning on her knees, then shutting her eyes in relief, trying to calm herself. "Oh my gosh." She dropped the toilet brush and put one yellow-gloved hand to her chest with a deep breath. She opened her eyes half grinning, half laughing.
Mark was grinning unabashedly, "It's remarkable that you can look that stunning bent over a toilet."
She'd pulled off her gloves and was getting to her feet. He closed the gap between them and gathered her to him. "Welcome home." She kissed his neck – she couldn't reach his face because he held her so tightly to his chest.
"Oh gosh, it's good to be home." He loosened his grasp just enough to kiss a trail of kisses down one side of her face, from her forehead to her chin teasingly before she claimed his lips desperately.
With the least possible space between their lips, and for as little time as possible, he managed to say, "I hope you were finished with the toilet." He picked her up and she willingly wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him, and half laughing – at him or just with the joy of seeing him? Neither were sure.
"If I had a million dollars, I'd build a tree fort in our yard, if I had a million dollars, you could help it wouldn't be that hard," she sang in the bathroom.
Mark laughed silently and snuck in, holding his breath expecting the door to squeak but it didn't. She was knelt over the toilet, brush in hand, cleaning.
"If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, I'd buy you an exotic pet, like a llama, or an emu. If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars, well I'd buy John Mark's remains, all those crazy elephant bones…" she sang.
When she stopped he softly spoke: "Remarkable."
She almost jumped out of her skin, spinning on her knees, then shutting her eyes in relief, trying to calm herself. "Oh my gosh." She dropped the toilet brush and put one yellow-gloved hand to her chest with a deep breath. She opened her eyes half grinning, half laughing.
Mark was grinning unabashedly, "It's remarkable that you can look that stunning bent over a toilet."
She'd pulled off her gloves and was getting to her feet. He closed the gap between them and gathered her to him. "Welcome home." She kissed his neck – she couldn't reach his face because he held her so tightly to his chest.
"Oh gosh, it's good to be home." He loosened his grasp just enough to kiss a trail of kisses down one side of her face, from her forehead to her chin teasingly before she claimed his lips desperately.
With the least possible space between their lips, and for as little time as possible, he managed to say, "I hope you were finished with the toilet." He picked her up and she willingly wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him, and half laughing – at him or just with the joy of seeing him? Neither were sure.