Chapter 20
Chalice sighed when she walked in Rose's room, seeing her daughter crying, and immediately went to comfort her. She changed her, putting fresh clothes on, and changed her sheets, thanking the stars above she'd actually put a plastic bedding cover on her mattress. She then took Rose downstairs to watch some television with her uncle, knowing that would cheer her up. "Stevie, Rose wants to watch cartoons so you need to relinquish the remote, dear brother of mine." She informed with a smirk.
Steve grinned, flicking it to Rose's favorite cartoon channel, and reached out for her, grinning even more when she snuggled into his arms. "Rosie and I got it. Mark, ya can go back to harrassin' yer wife now. Right Rosie?" He kissed the top of her forehead.
"Whatever." Rose murmured softly, snuggling further into her uncle's arms, and sighed as she started watching Rugrats.
"Oh gee, thanks Stevie." Chalice growled out at her brother playfully, rolling her eyes, and bit back a squeal when she felt her husband lift her up yet again over his shoulder. "Mark, this is getting rather old. I can walk you know." She informed her husband and huffed when he ignored her. "Where are you taking me now, King Kong?"
"To the kitchen first." Mark replied, slapping her ass none too gently. He stopped in front of the fridge, opening it and grinned, stooping down to grab a can of whipped cream. "Now…" He opened the patio doors and stepped out, careful not to whack her head against anything. He slid the door shut behind him and carried her out to the rose arbor.
"Mark, what if Rose or Marcus needs me?" She questioned, trying to squirm out of his grip, and groaned when he smacked her ass again, causing her to growl as she stared back at her house. "Can't we do this in the basement or something? Somewhere NOT outdoors?" She asked hopefully, knowing her husband wouldn't budge.
"If Rose needs you, I'm sure Steve will holler. He's not deaf. I'm sure he heard the door open and close." Mark informed her, stepping through the bushes and into the tent pavilion they liked to retreat to at the end of the day. A baby monitor was always at their side generally, but with Steve there, it wasn't necessary. The scent of roses surrounded them as he laid her down on the cool grass, setting aside the whipped cream for now.
Chalice smiled up at him as she looked around and closed her eyes, inhaling the roses deeply. Every color that could be thought of was in this arbor. She brought her legs up and leaned back against the grass, tilting her head back as her hair cascaded down her back and rolled her head from side to side. She'd changed into a pair of black cotton shorts with a matching tank top so her long smooth, tanned legs were in his vision as she squished her toes in the cool green grass. "I love it out here." She sighed in contentment and finally opened her eyes to meet his heated gaze, blushing a little, and bit her bottom lip as she turned to look out at the horizon. "I remember when you surprised me with this…" She murmured thoughtfully, the memory sweeping her away.
Grinning, Mark laid down beside her, propping his head up on the palm of his head, his elbow braced against the ground. "Mmm you were such a wench that day, refusing to leave the house so Steve had to physically cart you out." He chuckled, shaking his head. "I thought for sure you were going to clock me one when you got home…"
"Hey, it wasn't MY fault that I was five months pregnant with hormones that were flying all over the place." Chalice countered with a smirk back at her husband, running her hand down his cheek gently as she sighed. "I remember how you surprised me though. You had candles lit in a path back here when I got home later that night with Stevie. It was so beautiful." She murmured and looked around her arbor, which had lights stringed around it as the roses bloomed with life.
"Mmm a bottle of that sparkling juice you liked, soft music…" Mark looked down to kiss her lightly. "You looked so beautiful that night, glowing from the pregnancy…" He ran a hand down her stomach. "You're beautiful now, even more so." He murmured, meaning what he said as he continued caressing her.
Her cheeks tinged red as she smiled softly back at him, their foreheads pressed together, and kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm you're so amazing, Mark. It makes me wonder though how you managed to plant all of these beautiful, colored roses in such a short amount of time…" She started kissing down his neck while her hands ran up and down his chest gently since it was bare.
Mark smirked, his green eyes twinkling amusedly. "That's a secret, darlin'." He announced, groaning when she ran her hands up his chest, burying his face in her hair. "You feel wonderful, Chalice." He whispered huskily, half leaning over her, pulling his head back to stare into her eyes.
"I love you." She whispered softly, staring up into his eyes, and ran her fingers down his cheek gently before sitting up again as she ran a hand through her hair. "So, what exactly are we doing out here? We haven't been out here in ages…" She thoughtfully pointed out, smiling from ear to ear, and seen the stars were poking out of the pink, orange colored sky that had a tint of blue within it.
Mark grinned, sitting up and wrapping an arm around her shoulder, resting his head on top of hers. "Can't a man just want to spend some quality time with his wife, the beautiful goddess who gave him two gorgeous children?" He drawled softly.
"Uh huh…" Chalice drawled back, not buying what he said for a second, and giggled as she pulled back to stare up into his wicked green eyes. "Because this beautiful goddess of a wife knows her husband way better than he knows himself and knows he's up to no good." She tapped his nose and cleared her throat, peering over his shoulder at the can of whipped cream behind him.
Smirking, Mark followed her gaze before pinning her to the ground, capturing her wrists in one hand, and pinned them over her head, his other reaching for the can. "Oh really? Then you should know what I'm going to do with this." He replied, waving the can in front of her face, shaking it up a bit.
"Making me your dessert?" She questioned with a knowing look in her blue eyes, which were widened, and bit her bottom lip as she tried moving her wrists from his hands. "Mark, this is outdoors…" She whispered, her eyes moving to the can that he was waving in front of her face, and licked her dried lips, knowing once again, she was at his mercy.
"What better place?" He replied huskily, setting the can down long enough to pull off her shorts and panties. He moved her wrists so they were laying on her stomach, never letting go as he shook the can. He flipped open the top and moved down so his head was between her thighs. Mark chuckled when she jumped from the cold cream he spread on her, tossing the can aside. "Dessert is right…" He growled, licking his lips before slowly running his tongue up her whipped cream covered slit.
Chalice gasped out sharply when she felt the cold cream on her slit and then the sensation of her husband's tongue mixed in caused her body to jolt off the ground. She looked into his eyes as he proceeded to eat her out and ripped her wrists out of his hands, burying them in his hair, and cried out in passion. "Mark!!" She breathed out in a low moan, nodding as she thrusted her hips against his mouth, causing whipped cream to cover his nose as she brought her finger down. She swiped it off, and seductively slid her finger in her mouth, her eyes darkening with desire for him.
Mark growled, his eyes never leaving her as he gripped her hips, pulling her up slightly before plunging his tongue inside her hot, wet sex, fucking her with his tongue. He groaned, the taste of the cream paling in comparison to her, lapping up her juices eagerly. "Mmm…" He purred, pulling away, smacking his lips loudly.
Smirking back at him, Chalice scooted away, sliding her panties and shorts back on so she didn't get dirt down there, and pushed her husband down on the ground, straddling him. She passionately kissed him until he was breathless before grabbing the can of whipped cream, her blue eyes gleaming wickedly down at him, and whispered, "My turn." She then stripped him of his pants, loving how he always went commando, and sprayed the whipped cream on the tip of his already throbbing cock as she smirked, flicking it off. "Mmm yummy." She moaned before deep throating him, coating him with the whipped cream.
Mark groaned, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her, just seeing her bobbing on his cock turned him on even more. He had to fight to keep from bucking his hips up, not wanting to hurt her, and exhaled sharply through his nose, his hands balling into fists. "God Chalice…" He choked out, his voice a deep rumble.
"You like that, Mark?" She taunted him before deep throating him again and started licking him like a popsicle. She smirked as her darkened blue eyes locked with his forest green ones before going back to the task at hand. Her nails raked down his thighs, causing him to shudder beneath her, and never stopped the pace of her bobbing, needing to taste him.
Grunting, Mark felt his balls tightening and knew this was over. He buried his hands in her hair, arching his hips as he came, moaning out her name. His head dropped back into the cool grass, feeling spasms shooting throughout his entire body. "Christ almighty, Chalice!" He gasped in between breaths.
Chalice smirked as she swallowed him whole, not leaving one drop behind, greedy for him. She slowly pulled back after sucking a little more on his tip to get the last few drops before licking her lips hungrily. "Mmm tastes sweeter than honey." She purred and winked down at him, wiping the corner of her mouth off, and put it in her mouth, groaning at the taste. She leaned back against the grass while he regained his breathing and asked teasingly while leaning back on her hands, "You alright, Marky?"
"Give me a second and I'll tell you." He growled back, sitting up, and pulled his jeans back on. Mark pulled her onto his lap, rocking back and forth with her, his forehead pressed against hers. "You're incredible, darlin'." He declared, kissing her gently.
"And you're amazing, sweetie." She replied gently, kissing his lips softly, and leaned against his chest as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I love you so much, more than I ever thought I could." She murmured and looked up into his smoldering green eyes, caressing his face with the back of her hand, and sighed in contentment. "Did you ever think we'd be like this when you first met me?" She asked suddenly, running her fingers up and down his forearms.
"When I first met you, I don't know what I was thinking besides I had to have you. Your body, heart, mind and soul. I was a man possessed." He admitted, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. "All I knew was I wanted you more then anything else in this world or the next…"
"What did you think when you first seen me and referred to me as a 'fan'?" She asked softly, turning around to stare into his eyes, and ran the pad of her thumb across his red lips. They hadn't talked in a long time like this and she'd missed it honestly, but never asked him these types of questions before. "Did you really think of me that way before you found out I was Steve's sister?"
Mark coughed, raking a hand through his hair, recalling that. "I don't know what I thought of you. I knew Steve didn't generally take up with ring rats, but I figured to Hell with it and shot it off anyway. But I didn't think of you like that. You had…I don't know, something different about you. That and you weren't dressed like a slut."
"So what DID you think of me then when you first seen me?" She urged, snuggling further against him, and looked up into his hesitant green eyes. "I won't hold anything against you, but I am curious." She admitted in a reassuring voice.
"After seven years, you best not be holding anything against me woman!" He growled, bending down to kiss her before resting his chin on top of her head. "I don't know. I was curious about you, but I knew you weren't a ring rat or just some woman he'd picked up. I knew there was something special about you. I knew one way or another I was going to have you." He smirked.
"Oh really now?" She replied, seeing the smug smirk on his face, and shook her head, laughing softly. "So is that why you basically shoved your way in my hotel room that night?" She shivered, recalling that night, and could still feel his lips on hers, even after seven years. The memory was that strong, just like the rest as she raked a hand through her hair.
"I told you, I wanted you and I take what I want. Most of the time." He amended, having both kidnapped and let her go within the same twenty four hours, unable to follow through with his original intentions. The thought of kidnapping Chalice, of having caused her pain still shamed him to this very day.
"What were you going to do that night, Mark?" She asked suddenly, biting her bottom lip, and turned her attention back to the beautiful house they lived in. "What were your original intentions?" She knew this was causing him pain to relive the past, but they hadn't done this yet and she wanted to know the truth. She loved him unconditionally and hoped he trusted her enough to tell her the truth finally.
"What do you think, Chalice?" He replied somberly, his voice low and even, a hint of pain in his tone. His eyes told the story, turmoil and guilt swirling in them.
"I don't know, Mark." She whispered back softly, snuggling further against him as his arms wrapped around her body, pressing her back against his chest. "I want to know. It's been seven years and I want to know what you originally planned to do." Her voice was low and quiet, but filled with determination.
"I was going to hold you until Steve stepped down from wrestling." Mark said quietly. "That night, with you, I wanted you so damn badly. I was going to take you, willing or not." He was being brutally honest and hoped she didn't hate him for it.
"Then what stopped you?" She quietly asked, not letting up and not feeling scared or intimidated by him. She didn't hate him for his honesty because of what she just heard him say. This was a long time coming for both of them and she wasn't going to let up until she had all of the answers she needed.
"You." Mark replied softly. "Your tears, your pleading…You made me feel something I hadn't felt in a long time. Regret. I regretted hurting you. Regretted what I had started to do to you." He winced, recalling that night, remember how he had shouted 'what are you DOING to me' at her.
"So that's what you meant…" She thoughtfully said, remembering what he'd shouted at her, and raked a hand through her hair. "So what happened with you at the rest stop? You were this completely different person than the monster you were in the bedroom." She pointed out after asking him that question, still pressed against him as she stared at the night sky that overlooked their huge property.
"I don't know. You just, brought something out in me. You tend to do that a lot." He smiled slightly. "I started truly caring about you then. More then just wanting you. I wanted to start knowing you…"
"Then why did you say goodbye at the hotel after dropping me off?" She whispered out, feeling her heart wrenching at the memory. The heart break. She took a shaky breath before allowing a tear to slip down her cheek.
"Because I had every intention of stay away from you, darlin'." Mark admitted. "You seen how I was during that time. I didn't WANT to care about anything or anybody. But I did. I cared about you." He reached around, caressing her face, feeling that one tear, and his heart shattered. "Chalice…"
"I'm fine." She assured him, pressing her hand to his as she rubbed her face against his palm, and sighed heavily as she sniffled. "Why did you follow me that night to the club with Jason if you wanted to stay away from me?" She quietly pried on, wiping away her tear, and tucked her head beneath his chin, wanting to hold him tighter.
"Because it's a Hell of a lot easier to say something then do it." He answered, his eyes darkening at the memory, smiling grimly as he recalled how he had sent Jason straight through a mirror AND a table. "How the Hell did you even get hooked up with that jackass?"
"You don't remember?" She questioned and smirked when he shook his head. "I told you. My brother convinced me to go with him just to get out for the night. I was so in love with you that I became a shell of myself. I wasn't myself after being with you and being forced to say goodbye to you. Steve didn't know it and if he did, I'm sure he would've thought twice about convincing me to go to the club with that jackass."
Mark snorted, shaking his head. "I still can't believe he sent you out with that slime ball. The cocksucker at one time was a member of my stupid Ministry." He snorted again, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her tightly.
"Oh wow, I didn't know that." Chalice softly whispered as she blinked a few times, wondering why her brother would convince her to go out with someone from Mark's Ministry of Darkness. "I thought my brother hated the Ministry…" She wondered a loud, tapping her chin in thought, and started shifting her eyes back and forth while her eyebrows furrowed.
"He, Adam and David left. We had…a difference of opinion." He wasn't about to admit he had flogged Jason, not wanting to remind either of them of his prior cruelty. "So I'd imagine that was a redeeming factor in your brother's eyes, him leaving."
"Oh, then I understand that." Chalice still didn't sound amused, but she shrugged her shoulders, not really concerned about it anymore. She was more concerned about what had gone through her husband's mind those years back. Curious to find out exactly what drove him to do the things he did.
Mark sighed, tightening his hold on her, having a pretty good idea of what was running through her mind right now. "Anything else you want to ask me, darlin'?" He asked softly.