The next morning I awoke with my legs tangled in through Mark's and his arm laying across my waist possessively. I peered over the pillow to see the alarm clock. It was 9:32am.
"Wow, hey Marky, we should get up." I tried to roll over so that I was facing him but he clamped his legs together holding me still.
"Mm, nope." He replied sleepily.
"Mm, yup. Come on, we got stuff to do today." I reached behind me and felt around for his face. I found his cheek and caressed it softly. As I explored his face blindly, I ended up with my fingers on his lips, I reached up a bit further and stuck a finger in each of his nostrils.
"UP!" I demanded.
"OW, hey Jaimes, fuck off!" Mark tried to laugh but with his nose unavailable to use it sounded like a choke.
I started to giggle.
"Come on tough guy, let's go, get up!" I teased and with my arm over my shoulder, backwards, tried to lift him by his nose." It didn't work very well at all.
Mark's arm that was across my waist moved so his hand was on my hip. He gently ran his fingers up and down my thigh, then clamped down right at the join of my thigh and hip. Hard.
"AUGH! Goddammit!" I screamed as he caught the nerve and my leg stopped working. I struggled to get out of his grip, but had to let go of his nose to do it.
I gave up and let go of his nose, twisting out of his steel grip.
By the time I got myself turned around to face him, Mark had tears streaming down his face he was laughing so hard.
"You're such a jerk!" I laughed and climbed up on him so that I was straddling his large chest. I rubbed myself all over his chest and then jumped off the bed and flew into the bathroom. "See how you like that! I branded you!" I giggled and slammed the door closed behind me.
When I came out of the bathroom Mark was up & dressed already, standing at the window on his cell phone. The voice on the other end sounded really angry, there was yelling and swearing and lots of it.
I walked closer to him to listen and he swung around, the look in his eyes told me to beat a hasty retreat. He did not want me hearing what was being said at all.
So I went over to the bed & turned on the radio, drowning out the conversation I wasn't supposed to hear.
It was a good ten minutes before Mark finally stuffed his cell phone in the pocket of his jeans and turned to look at me.
The look on his face told me it was Derek who'd been yelling and that Mark was in trouble big time.
"We should turn on the news..." Mark motioned towards the TV but didn't move from where he stood.
I jumped up & flipped on the TV, flipping stations to find the news.
"Police are searching for the kidnapper of the 19 year old girl. Her brother has an idea of who it might be and police are offering a reward for any information of the incident."
"OH shit. Mark that's not good." I walked over to him, reaching out to wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle in for a good hug.
He brushed my hands away and started to pace the small room frantically.
"Shit Jaimie, I am in so much shit! Logan's going to have me arrested, I just know it. I'm so screwed!"
"Mark, calm down. It's all good, let me go talk to the police; I can smooth it all over. You didn't kidnap me, you rescued me from my insaniac brother. Once I show them my bedroom door, they'll understand. You'll be fine. Don't worry!" I grabbed his arms as he stormed past me on his tenth lap of the room.
He stopped and I spun him to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist, then putting my own up around his neck.
"Hey, Marky, we'll be fine, I promise ok?" I reached up on my tiptoes and tried to plant a kiss on his lips.
He kept his eyes averted from me, staring over my head and didn't return my kiss.
I stepped up onto his feet and tried again to get his attention.
"Hello? Anybody home?" The cold unresponsiveness I got was starting to worry me. I'd never seen him so freaked about anything like he was right then.
I wiggled my toes on the top of his feet, and then decided to just climb up his body. Figured he'd have to pay attention to me then.
