2 - Mark, Why?

Looking at him like this, I suddenly remember the time he flirted with different girls because he was trying to forget about Lara. 

What is he trying to prove? What's his problem? What's that girl's problem? 

FUCK! I get up from my seat, fuming, slamming the shot glass on the table. I ignore the three others getting up, too, to stop me. I march towards the dance floor, smoke coming out of my ears. 

I yank Mark out of the away and lunge at the bitchy girl with a very shocked face. I'm just thankful that I'm not wearing a skirt. I go on top of her when she falls on the ground and start slapping her left and right. "Are you really testing me, bitch?"

Before I can make her nose bleed, I get lifted off of her. "Cris. What the fuck!" 

I turn around and see Mark holding my arms. "You!" I point at his face. "What the fuck is your problem? Huh?" I yell. Most of the people around have backed away and we're in the middle of a circle. 

"Cristina." He grits his teeth. "Not here. There are people watching."

"I don't care," I scoff. "You didn't mind flirting with other girls in front of them, did you? What are you embarrassed of now?" I raise an eyebrow at him, my blood just won't stop boiling. 

"Let's talk outside," he says, looking around at the people watching us. 

"Now you want to talk? Fuck you!" I slap him really hard before walking towards the table to get my bag. I take one last shot and head out. 

"Hey, Cristina." Junior, JB and Mina are behind me. "Wait up!"

I stop and turn to them. "Don't you even follow me." I shout, stunning them. 

I continue walking until somebody grabs my arm and turns me around. 

"WHAT????" I shout at Mark. 

"Did you really have to do that?" He asks. 

"Do what? Embarrass you? Beat the shit out of that bitch? What?" I ask him, still shouting. I have to shout because I don't want to spill my tears in front of him. 

He pulls me out of the sidewalk, dragging me. 

"Fuck. Let go of me you sorry excuse for a boyfriend!" I yank my hand away but he tightens his grip more and continues to pull me. He stops when we get to a park where there're no people around. 

He faces me then. Since it's a bit dark, I can't really see the expression on his face. But, his voice quavers when he says, "I'm sorry! I'm....I'm lost here, ok?" He puts his hands above his head, locking his fingers there. 

"Lost!" I shake my head. "So, whenever you get lost you just shun me away like that and flirt with other girls." I chuckle sarcastically. "Is that it?"

"I...." He turns and walks away only to come back after a few steps, "I don't know what to do, Cristina."

"Then tell me." I lower my voice, almost pleading. I take his hand and walk closer to him. "I'll do whatever to help you Mark."

He stares at me. He lifts up his hand, almost touching my cheek, but he puts it down again. "I can't."

"Why not?" I move closer, taking both his hands, my eyes are already teary but I stop them, blinking the tears back in. "Why not, Mark?"

"I'm sorry." He lets go of my hands, only to hold my face, "I'm just sorry, ok?" His voice cracks and tears glisten as they roll down his cheeks. 

"Mark, babe." I kiss his lips, wiping his tears with my thumbs. "I love you. I'd do anything for you! Just...tell me what's bothering you."

Instead of answering, he leans forward and kisses me, very slowly...passionately...like nothing happened earlier. We take a taxi home, and he kisses me still there. He carries me up the stairs and into my room, laying me gently on my bed. He only gets up to lock the door and take of his jacket. 

Since I don't want a repeat on what happened last night, I willingly give in to my desires. 

XXX

He rests his body on top of me as I wrap my arms around his neck, giving each others kisses back. I copy the way he moves his lips, slowly, gently, full of all the emotions I have for him, full of love. 

He pulls away, his eyes looking straight at mine as he slowly takes off my top and he removes his. There's something in his eyes aside from lust that I can't really explain - there's a hint of sadness in it, too. I reach up my hand to his cheek and he goes back to my waiting lips before grazing down to my neck. He stays there longer than usual, kissing every inch of skin he can reach. I tilt my head back, letting him. 

His hands touch every part of my exposed body, going behind me, unhooking my bra. He slides it off between us and drops it on the floor, his lips never leaving my body. His kisses go down to my shoulder, crosses my collarbone to the other shoulder, my arms. 

I play with his hair as he touches my sides with his lips, my stomach, then up to my breasts. He suckles one nipple gently, and then the other. I moan his name and arch my back at the slow torture he's making me feel. 

When he's done with both nipples, he goes down to my stomach again. Ever so slowly, he pushes my pants down, leaving my now-wet panties in place. His lips trail down to my hips, down to my thighs, my legs, my toes then up again. He does the same with the other one. His hands not stopping leaving tingling sensation as he touches every single part of my skin. 

"Mark!" I groan, biting my lip and closing my eyes as his lips go to the inner part of my thighs. I make a louder sound when he finally touches my core, moving his lips against my panties. "Mark, fuck!"

He moves up and goes to my lips, being gentle. "I want to make love to you tonight, babe."

That just turned me on ... I already am ... but FUCK!

I moan in his mouth as his hand caresses my cheek. He gets up again only to get rid of his pants and boxers and slowly pushes down my panties, not taking his eyes off mine. 

I spread my legs when he comes back down. He rubs my clit gently before I feel his tip in my entrance. I arch my back and moan when he slowly enters me. He doesn't thrust hard like before, instead he moves his hips as he kisses me. 

I get a different feeling. Not the thrill of rush during our quickies, nor the lusty desires in our other encounters. It's just....love. The sensation of our bodies moving slowly with each other as he is inside me....Like, I want him there..just there. 

"I love you!" I whisper in his mouth. 

He pulls out, turning me to my side and he enters me from behind, spooning me. His arms are locked around me, his face at the crook of my neck and his chest beating wildly against my back. "I love you more, Cristina." His breathing ragged. "Don't ever forget that."

It's the very first sentence he says since we got home. My tears just spill out without me even knowing it. He goes on top of me again, reentering me gently, rocking his hips back and forth. He uses his lips to kiss away my tears as he moves faster and faster. His cock gets deeper and deeper, repeatedly hitting the spot. I wrap my legs tighter around him and move my hips upward to meet his every thrust. 

My nails dig into his back as my climax is getting nearer. "I love you, Mark." I breathe out as he makes me cry over and over. His sounds get louder, too. My walls tighten around him and he groans, making him push even harder. 

Whatever anger or hurt or confusion that were troubling me earlier, they all come out as I release. I haven't felt more loved than this. 

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I wake up the next morning with tears in my eyes. I'm not sure why. 

"I love you more, Cristina. Don't ever forget that."

I remember his words from last night. 

And, "I'm sorry. I love you, babe. But, I have to do this. I'm sorry." 

I'm not sure if I dreamt that. Mark's voice sounded like he was crying. I turn around on my bed and see the space he was sleeping on last night is already empty, just the crumpled sheet and a pink rose. I pick it up and a smile forms on my lips. 

After last night, I'm sure I won't ever forget how much he loves me. I wipe away my stupid tears, linger longer on bed before getting up to shower. 

I take my time under the water, blushing as I remember how careful he was with me last night. The touch of his lips still linger all over my body.

After getting changed, I run up to his room, holding the flower on my hand. His door is wide open so I just go in. The room is empty though. I check the bathroom, he's not there either. I skip out and down the stairs, hoping to find him in the kitchen having breakfast with the others. 

"You look cheerful this morning," Mina says, seeing my wide grin when I enter the kitchen. 

"Where's Mark?" I ask her. 

"Huh?" Jackson looks up from his plate. "Didn't you know?"

"Would I be asking if I did?" I snap at him. 

"He left early this morning." 

"W..Where did he go?" I ask, my heart suddenly beats faster. 

"LA!"