~Mark~ My eyes widened as the words left his mouth. I heard things, right? I tried laughing it off, thinking he was joking. "There's no need for jokes like that Jack." "I'm serious Mark," he said. There was no sign that he was joking about this; he was serious about it. I grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes, making sure he wasn't regretting the words that he said. I knew that I've wanted Jack for a long while now, but it was crucial for him to know that I wasn't using him for the sex. "Jack, are you sure about this? I don't want you to think I'm using you..." He shook his head abruptly. "No, I no longer feel that way. I'm ready Mark." I pushed him back on the bed and leaned in, so that our lips brushed against each other as I spoke, "You …show more content…
"I guess I'll just have to find someone else to do it then." He announced, sighing dramatically. Mark's face suddenly turned from amused to serious at Jack's words. Jack gasped as Mark stood up, pulling him flush against him, and started kissing and sucking on his neck, occasionally biting it. "M-Mark!" Jack gasped, both hands clawing at his back as he tilted his head to the side to give Mark more room. As mark continued to attack his neck, he started undoing Jack's pants, sliding them off of him quickly. "Jump." He whispered huskily into Jack's ear, which he automatically complied to, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Mark's waist. Mark caught him, holding him up by his thighs, and pressed him against the wall. Jack whined. "Mark!" Mark pulled away from Jack's neck and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. "I love you." He said, looking Jack in the eyes. "And if you want me to prove it to you, then I sure as hell will." He said before turning around, with Jack still in his arms, and placed him on the bed, kissing down his body. When Mark reached Jack's boxers, he quickly pulled them off of him, smiling when Jack's little 'friend' sprang to
“Oh I can help you right now. I would need to amputate your leg and-” Tom started.
“Well for starters you can put down that pen.” I did as I was told. The deepness of his voice made me wet between my thighs. He got up and positioned himself behind me. He leaned in close to my neck and said,
“So are you still planning on being with him then, if you get the chance?” he asked quietly.
He then drops his head back down to her stomach. Jackson kisses the spot left of her belly button, which was the closest part of her to his lips. Slightly tightening his arms around her waist. As April's hands return it massaging his head and back. Letting his eyes fall shut.
“NO!” Miles exploded, grabbing both her hands as he flipped her to her back, switching their positions, her hands pinned above her head.
Jack stared at me as I slurred my words, “Sedatives my love, if you keep acting like an a - hole you won’t get any.”
He undresses her dry’s her, put’s her in front of the fire to warm her up. When she wakes up she asks him “do you love me then?.” At first Jack hesitates, resists her, and he wanted to maintain an impersonal, doctor/patient relationship. Jacks concept of love is a matter of intention rather than spontaneous feelings. However Jack finally yields to her love. The narrator says: “She lifted her face to him, and he bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, gently, with the one kiss that is an eternal pledge…He never intended to love her. But now it was over. He had crossed over the gulf to her, and all that he had left behind had shriveled and become
"I can't wait!" Alex cried. He began to bounce up and down, kicking the seat in front of him.
"When will I see you again?" Nell whispered, her cold, pale hands clasped around Daniel's. Though she stared into his face, desperately trying to read him, Daniel didn't return her gaze either out of guilt or indifference. She couldn't tell. "If you won't tell me where you're goin', you'll at least tell me that." Daniel pulled his hand from Nell's grasp, stepping away to look out the window at the dry winter landscape, resting his hand on the table to his right. "I've got the right to know," she asserted, staring pleadingly at Daniel's distant profile. His face was that of a stranger's to her in that moment.
"Alright," is what he responded before shuffling over onto the chair next to me and wrapping his arms tightly around my body. He held me close to his chest, gently pulling me over onto his lap. "I...I'm sorry if I bring any trouble to you, if you tell me to go, then I'll go. I won't question it, honest, I won't. I'll just leave if you want me to, or if I ever annoy you," I whispered into his chest.
“I won’t, don’t worry.” I nodded looking around again. When he didn’t let go I looked back at him.
On the kitchen floor he set her down, held her in his arms, and kissed her. “Thanks.”