Sorry its been so long but hopefully I can update more often and hopefully people will still read this.
Title: When Reality Strikes
The next morning I jump awake when I hear someone banging on the window. I open my eyes and through my blurry vision see that it's Mark. As I sit up my whole head starts to pound and my chest hurts like hell. Great I think I'm getting sick. Mark motions for me to unlock the door so I hit the button and he swings the back door open. "You're in the car." I make a big show of looking around. "Oh my god you're right. Thanks Captain Obvious, you've solved another case. No shit dumbass, I told you I was sleeping in the car." As soon as I finish my sentence I start to cough. "I can't believe you slept in the car."
I hatefully glare at him as I slide out of the car. "Well I'm sorry to shatter your image of me as a prissy princess. Anyway we have a long drive ahead of us. Now if you will excuse me I am going to see if I can use someone's shower." I go into the front of the car and grab my bag. As I start to walk away from the car I get extremely dizzy and slam into the side door. Mark rushes over to me. He picks me up in his arms and starts to carry me towards the hotel. "Put me down you big jackass. I would rather crawl across the lobby then have to be in debt to you for carrying me." Mark tells me to shut up and since the yelling is hurting my head anyway I decide to do as he asks.
Once we get up to his room Mark manages to open the door with me in his arms. Now if we hadn't been fighting and Mark carried me into his room I would be in all of my glory but that's just not the case right now. Mark places me on the bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him turn on the shower so I stand up and try to walk. The room starts to spin and I start to cough so hard I think my chest may rip open. I fall into a heap on the floor. As I lay my head on the floor the first thing to come into my vision is Mark's black boots. "Must you be so stubborn all of the damn time?" I don't even bother to try to look at him. "I'm almost to the bathroom so leave me be." I get on my hands and knees and start to crawl. I don't care how stupid I look because I am determined not to let him help me. By the time I'm almost to the bathroom door I'm already covered in sweat.
I yelp when Mark reaches down and hauls me up. He takes me into the bathroom and places me on the counter. When he starts to take my shirt off I find the strength to start slapping his hands. "I never figured you as the type to take advantage of a sick woman." Mark pulls away from me and stands with his hands on his hips. "Can't you keep your mouth shut for more then five minutes?" As I open my mouth to say something else he leans over and kisses me. I don't even bother to put up a fight. When Mark pulls away I turn my head and sneeze. "Well that certainly shut you up. Now listen I sort of feel responsible for you sleeping out in the car. If I had actually thought you would do something that stupid I would of went down to the car last night and dragged your ass back up here. I'm not that cold hearted." I snort out my disagreement.
"Erica are you going to let me help you?" I am starting to feel worse by the minute so I nod my head. Mark pulls my t-shirt over my head and I hold it to my chest. I didn't have time last night to put a bra on before I left. Mark leans forward to unzip my jeans and I hiss in a breath when his warm hands rub against my stomach. He looks up at me and I can see his eyes have turned a darker shade of green. Mark tells me to grab onto his shoulders so I can stand and he pulls me off of the counter. He kneels down in front of me and takes off my shoes and socks then pulls my jeans off. I get hit with another wave of dizziness and grab onto Mark. Since he's kneeling in front of me basically I'm crushing his face into my midsection. Mark gets up and looks at me. "Are you going to be able to get into the shower yourself?" I nod my head weakly at him.
Once he's gone I pull my panties off and step into the shower. The hot water feels good. I can't believe I lucked out and he didn't notice my Undertaker shirt. When I hear the door open again I peak my head out of the curtain. "Oh I forgot to tell you how much I liked your shirt." I manage to grab a bottle of shampoo and throw it at his head but he quickly shuts the door. I swear when I'm feeling better I am going to kick his ass.