Chapter 24 Clinical Sexiness
AN- Here's the newest addition to my story. I tried to get in a little comic relief towards the end, don't think it worked. Oh well! Enjoy! R&R!
Collins, Mimi and Jesse all sat around a small coffee table in the center of the main room of the loft. Mimi nibbled at her bagel ocassionally. Collins had his arm around Jesse (as usual) and everyone chatted contently.
"What's taking Mark and Gwen so long out there?" Mimi wondered out loud, her voice muffled from the huge bite she'd just taken out of her bagel.
Collins shrugged. "Beats me...maybe they left." He sugessted.
"Yeah...I don't hear voices out there anymore..." Jesse got up and looked out the window, just in time to see Mark and Gwen walk out of the building, arms linked. "There they go." He said walking back to the sofa. He sat down and cuddled up next to Tom.
"I wonder where they..." Collins was cut off by the front door being swung open. Roger walked in. "Hey Roger what's up?"
Roger shrugged and sat down next to Mimi, affectionately kissing her cheek. She giggled and climbed onto his lap. "Hey babe, did you see Gwen and Mark leave?"
"Yeah...why?" He didn't make eye contact with anyone in the room.
"Where were they going?" Jesse asked curiously.
"Dunno." Roger lied.
Having known Roger so long, Collins and Mimi both knew he was lying. By the looks they gave him, Roger knew he'd been caught in another lie. He rolled his eyes after Mimi sighed loudly.
"Fine...are you that fuckin' nosey that you need to know where everyone is all the time?" Roger asked irritably.
"Woah...calm down." Collins said cooly. "No one forced you to say anything man. Don't be so irritable..."
Mimi got off Roger's lap. She knew something was eating at Roger. "Are you keeping something from us?"
Roger shifted uncomfortably. Everyone in the room stared at him. "Mark and Gwen can tell you when they get back." Roger got up silently and walked into his room, slamming the door behind him. Mimi sighed, sitting down again. Collins and Jesse remained quiet.
MEANWHILE
Gwen sat alone in the waiting room of the clinic. She shifted nervously in her seat. She knew the HIV tests took several days to come in, but she couldn't bring herself to think of what life would be like if Mark had It.
After about a half hour of waiting, Mark came out of the office. Gwen got up and smiled sweetly. He returned the smile slightly. Mark had never liked doctors. He hadn't seen one since he turned 18- he didn't see a need to. He took Gwen's hand and lead her out of the room.
"So?" Gwen asked quietly.
"Take's a week." Mark shrugged. "They'll call."
"Oh...Mark...I'm so sorry about all this...I'm such a stupid son of a..."
"Gwen...don't worry about it." Mark cut in. "I told you that I love you, and absolutely nothing will change that."
Gwen sighed softly. "Ok..."
"Let's get back to the loft...I'm sure everyone's wondering where the hell we went." Mark laughed dryly.
"Yeah..." Gwen giggled softly as they left the clinic.
She knew Mark was scared; and he was. Mark didn't know how he'd be able to tell everyone if the test came back positive. He was basically the only person who was HIV negative and didn't have AIDS.
The coupled strolled up the busy sidewalk side by side. It was a sunny day; Gwen fished out a pair of large-framed sunglsses from her sequined purse. Mark glanced at her. It was really hard to believe Gwen was a he. She sure does look cute in the outfit...he thought, smiling in spite of himself. Gwen caught his gaze and smiled.
"What're you looking at?" She asked, twirling the ends of the wig in her fingers.
"You." Mark said simply.
"Oh? You like what you see?" She flashed some leg, grinning as Mark blushed.
Damn...the only other person who could pull off an outfit like that is Angel. "Sure do...I must say, those fishnets match your leather skirt wonderfully." Mark said wrapping his arm around her. He pulled her close to him and kissed her passionately. So passionately her wig fell off, it fell to the ground. A couple of passers-by stopped and stared, gaping. As they broke the kiss, Mark glared at anyone staring. "What the fuck are you staring at?" He asked angrilly, as the pedestrians quickly walked off.
Gwen bent down and picked up her wig. Mark helped her put it on, she was bashing. "Wow Mark...that was..." She sighed dreamily. "Sexy."
