A/N This is a Mark/Lea one-shot.
"So we're very happy to have you two on the show tonight!" Ellen said enthusiastically.
I'm fucking not. Rather be at home doing other things. Lea glanced at Mark's crotch.
"Pleasure to be her Ellen," She smiled.
"So first of all I wanted to say we've all noticed some weight loss Lea, how did you do that?" The woman crossed her legs.
Marks been fucking me at every opportunity given so I only have time for toast. Lea rubbed her thighs together quickly, trying to ease the heat there.
"Well I think its very important to be healthy so I just do my work outs and eat sensibly."
"And I heard you and Dianna recently stopped living together, is there any reason for that?"
She got tired of waking up in the night from me and Lea making her bed squeak. Mark couldn't help but smile.
"No it was always a six month plan. But it was great fun living with her." When she wasn't interrupting...
"So tell me, do either of you have any sleeping problems like snoring?" Ellen wrinkled her nose, digging for dirt.
"Lea snores!" Mark said without thinking. Lea turned to him blushing.
"I do not!"
"Yeah..uh Di told me," Mark recovered.
"Well a little birdie told me you sleep talk," Lea pursed her lips together and cocked her head cutely.
Ellen laughed.
"Now I've been told you have nine tattoo's! Why did you get them?" she directed her question to Lea.
10 if you count the little MS on the inside of her thigh. Like a little sign saying 'Mark's territory' Mark smirked.
Why did I get them? Mostly because I was completely wasted, a lot were dares. Lea thought back to the little MS on her thigh.
"All of them mean something to me."
"And do you have any?" Ellen asked Mark.
Little LS on the side of his groin. Like a little 'Welcome home Lea Sarfati' Lea grinned.
"No, no I don't."
"So we've all seen the onscreen chemistry between you two. Does it happen off screen?"
Fuck yes! The fact that I know she's not wearing any panties right now is chemistry right? Mark glanced at Lea, who was smiling at him.
The way he makes me feel...
"We're all like brothers and sister. But non of us are romantically invovled," Mark lied.
"And whats your favorite thing about Lea?"
Belly button. She giggles when I put my tongue in it.
"I guess I'd have to say her voice. Its just so soulful and gets me every time how much emotion she can carry through."
"And Lea?"
The way it makes me feel when I'm in his arms and he's being sweet and whispering to me at night.
"Um, maybe how much of a gentleman he is. That's rare to find these days!" She giggled.
Hmm does it count as him being a gentleman when he bent me over the dressing table, gave me a good seeing to and stole my panties just before The Ellen Show tonight? Lea blushed.
"Aw, and is there any Puckleberry coming up in the new season?"
Yes thank fuck. Don't have to keep my hands off her!
Yes thank God! Don't have to pretend so much.
"You'll have to wait and see!" Lea said in a sing song voice.
"Well that's all we've got time for. Thank you for joining us. Lea Michele and Marl Salling everyone!" Ellen raised her hands. Everyone clapped and whistled as the couple waved and made their way off stage.
When no body could see them Mark gripped Lea's hips, making her shiver and whispered in her ear.
"My house."
Lea gave a quick nod and they went their seperate ways.
Mark made Lea sit on his bed naked so he could interview her.
"So Cute-Ass, do you get wet when you think of riding my big cock?" he asked in a professional voice.
"Yes I do enjoy it very much. I find it very fulfilling and find the tension relief very beneficial," Lea said with a straight face.
"What are you preferences to my cum? Spit or swallow?"
"Hmm, I'd have to say I do like to drink it," Lea smiled when she saw him rub the heal of her hand over his member.
"How many times have you faked an orgasm with me Cute-Ass?" He said in a deeper voice.
"None. Never have to."
"What are your views of being exclusive?"
Lea's face went soft, "Mark we've talked about this."
Mark sat down on the bed and scrubbed a hand down his face, "No you talked about it!" He snapped.
"Listen if we went public it would hurt a lot of people. You know that!" Lea put her hand on his thigh but he fliched away.
"I don't care anymore! I just want everyone to know that you're mine!"
"Mark," Lea whispered, sliding into his lap, "You've got me. I don't want anyone else and I never will. Just because no one else has a clue I'm yours doesn't mean I'll forget it."
"Lea I love you," Mark said in a calmer voice looking up at her with a smiled on his face.
"I love you too." She grinned. Mark claimed her lips with his in a possessive, bruising kiss and rubbed his thumb over and over the MS on the inside of her thigh.
~END~