THE ANSWER CONT.
Three orgasms later, which in normal people time would be two hours later, I was still cuddled up in Mark's arms, smiling goofily, and trying to get over my disbelief at what had happened, and what seemed to be happening right now.
My dream coming true to be exact.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asks, after almost fifteen minutes of silence between us, causing me to shiver as his breath hits my neck; sending chills down my spine.
"Nothing..something..mostly everything."
He chuckles at hearing my response and pulls me closer to him; in a spooning position. "Well, atleast I don't have to ask if your happy about this little thing we've got goin here..its just too bad that we're gonna have to get up in a couple hours and go back to the real world, ya know."
I nod, agreeingly, but then as if nothing had happened in the last 24 hours, my smile suddenly turns into a frown and my body starts to tense up as I realize that this might be just a one-time thing for him, something he did just to get his kicks off. "Mark?"
"Yeah, Red," he says, and I'm not exactly positive, but by the way his voice is coming out heavily, I'm pretty sure he's starting to drift off a little bit.
"When you say, going back to the real world, what do you mean..?"
"I mean exactly what I said," he begins, rolling over on his back, but bringing me with him, so I land on his arm, positioned on my back, as well, "once we get out of bed, and leave this here room, we're going to have to go back to the real world; ya know, with me being known as The Undertaker, the original American bad ass, and you being known as Lita, the hardy boyz pimpstress."
Part of me wants to laugh at that last comment, but I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach, and get a little choked up as I realize what he's trying to say, "So, basically your saying I go my way and you go your way and we both just forget that this ever happened?"
"What? No!" He says, and after a second, he moves his arm out from underneath me, and sits up on the bed, hitting me with an incredulous look; one that makes it seem as if I have two heads on my shoulders, "I don't know where you got that idea from, but that's not what I meant at all. God, for you to say that...it just...I don't know...is that what you want?"
"No, of course not," I say, setting up in the bed as well, but managing to pull the sheet, that was covering us, with me, so that it can cover my breast, "I just thought that's what you meant when you said, going back to the real world."
"Geezus Red," he says, resting his head back against the headboard and guiding me by my arms so that I'm leaning against him, even though right now I want to be facing him; so I can see his facial expression, "I know that sometimes what I say can have a double meaning to it, but when I say we're going back to the real world, I don't mean that this is a fantasy world, and we're leaving it forever; I mean that we're going back to our normal lives, but not just as two individuals..but as a couple; two people who want to get to know eachother, and spend time with one another."
"And when I say it's too bad we're going back.." He continues, gently raising my head up so I'm looking at him, instead of at the place on my arm where his hand is, "well..I mean, it's too bad that we have to go back there because I don't want to see you with anyone else, or have to share you with anyone else but me...sorry if that sounds sexist, but that's just how I feel."
After laughing slightly at his last comment, I can't help but sniffle as I feel tears streaming down my face, tears of happiness because he feels this way, "Damn, one night with you, and look at me...I'm a fragile mess."
Mark chuckles, before leaning down, and giving me a kiss on my forehead, "Well, you're my fragile mess."
And, he's right...I am...for now anyways; just wait till I get a little stronger.
Three orgasms later, which in normal people time would be two hours later, I was still cuddled up in Mark's arms, smiling goofily, and trying to get over my disbelief at what had happened, and what seemed to be happening right now.
My dream coming true to be exact.
"Whatcha thinking about?" He asks, after almost fifteen minutes of silence between us, causing me to shiver as his breath hits my neck; sending chills down my spine.
"Nothing..something..mostly everything."
He chuckles at hearing my response and pulls me closer to him; in a spooning position. "Well, atleast I don't have to ask if your happy about this little thing we've got goin here..its just too bad that we're gonna have to get up in a couple hours and go back to the real world, ya know."
I nod, agreeingly, but then as if nothing had happened in the last 24 hours, my smile suddenly turns into a frown and my body starts to tense up as I realize that this might be just a one-time thing for him, something he did just to get his kicks off. "Mark?"
"Yeah, Red," he says, and I'm not exactly positive, but by the way his voice is coming out heavily, I'm pretty sure he's starting to drift off a little bit.
"When you say, going back to the real world, what do you mean..?"
"I mean exactly what I said," he begins, rolling over on his back, but bringing me with him, so I land on his arm, positioned on my back, as well, "once we get out of bed, and leave this here room, we're going to have to go back to the real world; ya know, with me being known as The Undertaker, the original American bad ass, and you being known as Lita, the hardy boyz pimpstress."
Part of me wants to laugh at that last comment, but I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach, and get a little choked up as I realize what he's trying to say, "So, basically your saying I go my way and you go your way and we both just forget that this ever happened?"
"What? No!" He says, and after a second, he moves his arm out from underneath me, and sits up on the bed, hitting me with an incredulous look; one that makes it seem as if I have two heads on my shoulders, "I don't know where you got that idea from, but that's not what I meant at all. God, for you to say that...it just...I don't know...is that what you want?"
"No, of course not," I say, setting up in the bed as well, but managing to pull the sheet, that was covering us, with me, so that it can cover my breast, "I just thought that's what you meant when you said, going back to the real world."
"Geezus Red," he says, resting his head back against the headboard and guiding me by my arms so that I'm leaning against him, even though right now I want to be facing him; so I can see his facial expression, "I know that sometimes what I say can have a double meaning to it, but when I say we're going back to the real world, I don't mean that this is a fantasy world, and we're leaving it forever; I mean that we're going back to our normal lives, but not just as two individuals..but as a couple; two people who want to get to know eachother, and spend time with one another."
"And when I say it's too bad we're going back.." He continues, gently raising my head up so I'm looking at him, instead of at the place on my arm where his hand is, "well..I mean, it's too bad that we have to go back there because I don't want to see you with anyone else, or have to share you with anyone else but me...sorry if that sounds sexist, but that's just how I feel."
After laughing slightly at his last comment, I can't help but sniffle as I feel tears streaming down my face, tears of happiness because he feels this way, "Damn, one night with you, and look at me...I'm a fragile mess."
Mark chuckles, before leaning down, and giving me a kiss on my forehead, "Well, you're my fragile mess."
And, he's right...I am...for now anyways; just wait till I get a little stronger.