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Mark and Nevaeh try to one up each other in the who is cuter and more enticing than the other one! A cute, sweet, light hearted log. Rated PG-13 for cow print boxers and a bra.
The rainy afternoon has cooled down the city for the summer day, great billows of hot steam pouring out from the subway grates. The sky, or what little of it you can see in New York, is slate grey, without any sign of it breaking. Mark has retreated into his apartment, lounging on the window bench with his socked feet propped up on the side wall. His head is pressing down on the pillows and he appears to be slumbering gently in shorts and a unbuttoned shirt.
Nevaeh had intended to retrieve the rest of her things from the house today. But after walking just two blocks, the girl gave up and headed back home, pausing only long enough to pick up some milk and ice cream to make shakes with. The umbrella is slid into a rack by the side of the door and she moves into the room wearing a plaid skirt, a men's button down top with the sleeves rolled up and big, yellow rain boots. Spotting Mark sleeping, Nev smiles to herself and tiptoes into the kitchen to put the stuff away. Maybe she should let him rest?
The splattering of rain on the window increases as a clap of thunder sounds out. From the bedroom a gently whimper can be heard, a sure sign that Roger is terrified. The boy grunts fitfully in his sleep, and he fidgets onto his side. After a few moments a second clap of thunder (and a yelp from the bedroom) causes Mark to crack his eyes open. He sighs out, not hearing Nevaeh in the same room. "Roger, give it a rest." He yells out in annoyance.
Nevaeh has tiptoed back out and was about to go check on Roger when Mark tells him to give it a rest. "Mark!" She states, hands on her hips, one of which is cocked to the side. "That's not very nice. He's allowed to be frightened!" she wags a finger but smiles and begins to walk towards the bedroom door. Mark might not care, but Nev will try and soothe the poor dog's nerves. "Rog honey come on, I brought you a special treat!"
Her voice is completely unsuspected and surprised Mark. The boy yelps and rolls over, only to fall right off the window bench. He lands on his side, rolling quickly to all fours and gagging for a moment. "Nev. Merde. When did you get home?" He asks, looking up at her with wide eyes. Mark watches her going to the bedroom, smarting too much to move.
Nevaeh's eyes widen as he falls from the bench. "You all right baby?" She asks, trying very hard not to grin. Oh he totally deserved that and he should know it. "I'd say about three minutes ago, if even that long." She states and disappears for a moment. Soft cooing noises and the eventual sounds of large teeth attempting to chew through bone can be heard before she appears again. "He should be fine now." Her gaze falls back to him. "Would you like some help up?"
Mark hangs his head for a moment and rolls back up on his bent knees. He presses his palms to his thighs and tilts his head up into the air, rolling his eyes at the sounds of Roger being babied. "You are turning him into a poodle." Mark mutters, his eyes straining as if trying to see into the room out of view. The boy remains quiet for a moment and shrugs. "I like it on ze floor, Nev. You know zis. Why else would I fall?" Mark asks with a smirk.
"Well maybe I like poodles." The girl states with a defiant sticking out of her tongue. A few moments later she closes the distance between them and presses a kiss between his brows. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be on my knees?" Nevaeh asks with a teasing wiggle of eyebrows before attempting to dart out of grabbing range. "I bought stuff for milkshakes if you wanted one by the way."
Mark opens his arms as she nears him. "Yes? French poodles?" He asks playfully, running his fingers along her sides. The boy jerks in surprise. "Nevaeh! You were so innocent when I met you!" He says in shock. Mark tries to ensnare her by clamping his arms closed, but she sadly is suddenly out of his range. "Milkshakes?" He asks, sounding confused. Mark pushes himself up to his feet, idly brushing himself off.
"French poodles are the best kinds of poodles." Nevaeh states with a sag nod of her head, trying her best not to shiver as his fingers run along her side. "I know. You tainted me, darlin'. And I love you for it." She kisses his nose and darts away, leaning back against a wall as she nods. "Please tell me you've had a milkshake before?"
Mark wiggles his nose and rubs at it, his eyes looking at her over his hand. "Aw, but now I do not get zat sweet innocent act zat I love!" He pouts out his bottom lip and lets his arms swing down by his side. Mark shakes his head as he follows her over to the wall, planting the palms of his hands on each side of her head. He leans in, grinning. "No, I have not."
Nevaeh is an actress you know. She can play sweet innocence if he really wishes. "I have no idea what you mean." she murmurs in a soft voice, a strand of hair twirling around one slender finger and lovely, pale blue eyes go wide and soft with innocence. The schoolgirl look she's wearing might also help in this case. She blinks up at him with owlish eyes as he leans in. "Would you like me to make you one?" The tone still soft, sweet.
Mark chuckles, and bobs his head. "Oh yes, zat is it!" He coos, looking pleased. The boy leans in further, pressing his hips firmly up against hers. Mark takes her words in, rolling them around in her head for a while. Finally he bends his elbows, using this as a spring to come away from her and the wall. Mark backs up a few feet and crosses his arms. "Yes. I would like one of your milkshakes."
Nevaeh's eyes flicker for just a moment as their hips meets. But it only lasts for a moment and is the only change in her demeanor. The rest of her screams innocence. "Of course sweetie." She rumbles happily and bounces away from the wall, the big rain boots on her feet making squeaking noises as she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. She can keep this up for hours if he'd like. "Would you prefer chocolate or vanilla, because I bought the stuff for both?" She asks and begins to scamper towards the kitchen, adding a little extra bounce to her hips to make the pleats sway oh-so-innocently.
Mark curls his fingers up, trying to fight off the undeniable lust for such an act. The boy turns his eyes towards the window, watching the rain pleat at it. The rocks on his feet, trying to ignore the cuteness shining right next to him. He twitches at the squelching of the boots and finally turns, following her into the kitchen, his eyes glued to the intentional sway. "I... er, vanilla. I like vanilla." Mark says distractedly.
Nevaeh beams at him from over her shoulder. If she really wanted to she could make her skin translucent enough that she actually shimmered with cuteness, but she'd doing well enough on her own without the use of her powers. "I like vanilla to. Though other flavors are good to." The sweetest giggle flutters past her lips, knowing the many different levels that could be taken. But again, it was said with such /innocence/. She bounds towards the fridge, one finger still twirling hair as the other reaches in to take the newly bought milk. It's dropped onto the counter before she turns back to Mark, her feet tilting in slightly so that the toes of the boots are pointed towards each other. Good lord she's even chewing on the bottom of her lip. "Marky.. I can't reach the blender." Would he be so kind as to get it for her?
Mark leaves his eyes on her lower half for a moment before letting his eyes float up as she mentions not being able to reach. His eyebrows rise and an amused smile presses itself on his features. "Nev... you can fly." He says simply, but pushes by her anyways with a small squeeze to her hindquarters. Hey, if she can act innocent, he can act a bit raunchy, right? Mark sends her a flash of a smile and leans up, reaching into the cabinet and shuffling his hand around for the blender. The open tails of his unbuttoned shirt flap around as he tries to find it.
"I know." Nevaeh giggles as her cheeks flush brightly. "But I love it when you help me." And then there was the puppy dog eyes. Nobody can resist those. As he gooses her, Nev squeaks and jumps slightly, shooting him a surprised glance. "Mark!" It's more of a laugh than a word. Once more that innocent act is put to the test as she has to work extra hard not to be distracted by the contents underneath the unbuttoned shirt. If she weren't already chewing on her bottom lip she would be now.
Mark finally hooks his hands on the smooth surface of the blender. He drags it out and cradles it before dispensing it onto the counter. "Oh, I know you do. Zat is why I help, even if you are better at zings zan me." He reminds her, keeping his eyes on the blender and stepping back. The game of innocence is realized by the boy now, and he decides to take this to the max level. "Ah yes, well, you make ze milkshakes, I shall go get changed." Mark smiles and strolls out of the kitchen, letting the shirt slip off of his shoulders. "It does seem hot." He mumbles out loud, tugging at his pants button and letting the pants fall about his ankles. Mark brushes idly at his cow-print boxers. "Be right back." The boy says in a low voice and slips into his room.
"Not better, darlin', we just have different approaches." Neaveh states and moves towards the freezer to grab the ice cream as well. The ice cream that's nearly dropped when she closes the freezer door only to lay eyes on a shirtless Mark. "Y.. yes of course." She murmurs as her eyes fade to a deep purple, the ice cream held tight against her chest. "Hot. Very hot." Too damn hot for his own good. Wait! That's not what he meant. Oy. She makes a soft gasping noise as the pants fall quickly to the ground after and she's forced to turn if she wants to win this game. She's come to a very important decision. Mark is the devil.
Mark turns around the door frame, pressing up against the wall and waiting to see if she comes in running. Roger doesn't even look up from his bone. After a moment he mentally curses, realizing she's not biting. Mark clicks his teeth and tries to think of a plan. Total nude? No... too easy. Mark trots over to his closet and pries open his side of it. He scans the racks and grins. The outfit he wore that very first night in the hotel. The boy quickly slips into the silk shirt and the woody brown pants, stepping out into the room. Mark slowly struts over to the counter, sitting up on a stool and peering at Nevaeh still in the kitchen. "I very much like vanilla ice cream. Soft, thick, creamy. Nice, no?" He asks, causally leaning up on the counter. "It's sticky, too. But it is still very delicious."
Try as he might, Mark can only catch glimpses of the girl who's currently hidden by the fridge and freezer doors. Hey, if he's going to cheat, so is she! She took the time he changed to make a few adjustments to her outfit. Her hair has been pulled into pigtails, the top three buttons of the shirt undone to reveal small peeks of black lace beneath when she bends. Not to mention it seems the skirt has lost an inch or two somewhere along the line. "Very delicious." floats her voice as she closes the two doors and turns to walk back towards him. Held between her lips is a spoon, which is slowly pulled free once he's within viewing range. "The perfect treat for a hot day." She manages before running her tongue along her lips to clean it free of any ice cream that remained there. It's then that she notices the outfit and shiver faintly. Blame the ice cream. Dirty cheater.
Mark sinks back into his seat, his eyes bunching up. He scans the unbuttoned shirt and the pig tails. The boy wiggles in his seat, trying to fight off the pressured feelings. "Yeah, a hot day..." He glances towards the window... it's still raining. They must be insane. Mark hums to himself and drums his fingers on the counter. The shivered is noticed. "Seems to me as if you are cold." The boy comments, slipping off the stool and rounding the counter. "Shall I warm you?" Mark asks, going to grasp her into a loving hug.
Nevaeh let's the spoon 'accidentally' drop to the ground. "Oops!" She grins, shoulders bunching as she laughs and stoops to pick it up, bending at the waist so that the black lace underneath the shirt along with the milky flesh it contains is available for viewing pleasure. If only for a few seconds. "Hot, hot hot." She murmurs and bounces back up, eyes widening as he steps close. "You would do that for me?" she asks with another soft blush, giving him a quick Eskimo kiss as she sinks into his arms. "You're too sweet."
Mark makes the huge mistake of looking right into the little forbidden area that she seems so proud to show off. His throat tightens and he makes a valiant attempt to swallow a mouthful of drool. "Cold." He replies, verbally trying to cool himself off. The leans up against the counter as he snags her, his head resting on her shoulder. Just nice innocent hugs. Wait... does that mean she's won? Mark frowns and squeezes her tightly. "Yes, I would. Je t'adore, Nev. Je t'adore." Ah-hah! The French card!
Well in her opinion that area is currently a part of his property, so he should be allowed to view it as often as he wishes yes? Of course. She smiles and leans up against him, molding her body along his length as his head rests against her shoulder. Oh she most certainly won the first battle. But the second win belongs to him. The French card. The most dangerous of cards for poor Nevaeh. He can feel the shiver this time as she tilts her chin enough to gently kiss the tip of his ear. "And I love you, Mark." That whisper was a little less innocent and a little more husky.
Mark smiles to himself as the whisper reveals how she feels. Excellent. He feels the back of his neck hair rise dramatically as the cute little gesture is given on his ear. Mark is about to say something else, when he realizes that the power of the language must not be over done! The boy makes a small squeak of happiness and simply holds onto her for a moment before breaking away. "I have to be walking Roger. Ze rain is slacking off." He gives a short glance outside. "I look forward to zese milk shakes." And with that he gives a whistle, grabbing the leash from the kitchen table. Roger bounds out of the room and to the door, knowing what's coming. Ahah! Here is his next move. Tempting and denying. Mark winks at her before slipping out the door with his dog.
Nevaeh blinks as she realizes that he intends to just leave her here while he walks the dog. Men are the devil! But atleast this one is her own little devil. And she loves him to death for it. “My umbrella is by the door if you need it.” She says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before bouncing towards the counter to begin working on the milk shakes. She'll be sure they're ready by the time he gets home.
The rainy afternoon has cooled down the city for the summer day, great billows of hot steam pouring out from the subway grates. The sky, or what little of it you can see in New York, is slate grey, without any sign of it breaking. Mark has retreated into his apartment, lounging on the window bench with his socked feet propped up on the side wall. His head is pressing down on the pillows and he appears to be slumbering gently in shorts and a unbuttoned shirt.
Nevaeh had intended to retrieve the rest of her things from the house today. But after walking just two blocks, the girl gave up and headed back home, pausing only long enough to pick up some milk and ice cream to make shakes with. The umbrella is slid into a rack by the side of the door and she moves into the room wearing a plaid skirt, a men's button down top with the sleeves rolled up and big, yellow rain boots. Spotting Mark sleeping, Nev smiles to herself and tiptoes into the kitchen to put the stuff away. Maybe she should let him rest?
The splattering of rain on the window increases as a clap of thunder sounds out. From the bedroom a gently whimper can be heard, a sure sign that Roger is terrified. The boy grunts fitfully in his sleep, and he fidgets onto his side. After a few moments a second clap of thunder (and a yelp from the bedroom) causes Mark to crack his eyes open. He sighs out, not hearing Nevaeh in the same room. "Roger, give it a rest." He yells out in annoyance.
Nevaeh has tiptoed back out and was about to go check on Roger when Mark tells him to give it a rest. "Mark!" She states, hands on her hips, one of which is cocked to the side. "That's not very nice. He's allowed to be frightened!" she wags a finger but smiles and begins to walk towards the bedroom door. Mark might not care, but Nev will try and soothe the poor dog's nerves. "Rog honey come on, I brought you a special treat!"
Her voice is completely unsuspected and surprised Mark. The boy yelps and rolls over, only to fall right off the window bench. He lands on his side, rolling quickly to all fours and gagging for a moment. "Nev. Merde. When did you get home?" He asks, looking up at her with wide eyes. Mark watches her going to the bedroom, smarting too much to move.
Nevaeh's eyes widen as he falls from the bench. "You all right baby?" She asks, trying very hard not to grin. Oh he totally deserved that and he should know it. "I'd say about three minutes ago, if even that long." She states and disappears for a moment. Soft cooing noises and the eventual sounds of large teeth attempting to chew through bone can be heard before she appears again. "He should be fine now." Her gaze falls back to him. "Would you like some help up?"
Mark hangs his head for a moment and rolls back up on his bent knees. He presses his palms to his thighs and tilts his head up into the air, rolling his eyes at the sounds of Roger being babied. "You are turning him into a poodle." Mark mutters, his eyes straining as if trying to see into the room out of view. The boy remains quiet for a moment and shrugs. "I like it on ze floor, Nev. You know zis. Why else would I fall?" Mark asks with a smirk.
"Well maybe I like poodles." The girl states with a defiant sticking out of her tongue. A few moments later she closes the distance between them and presses a kiss between his brows. "Aren't I the one who's supposed to be on my knees?" Nevaeh asks with a teasing wiggle of eyebrows before attempting to dart out of grabbing range. "I bought stuff for milkshakes if you wanted one by the way."
Mark opens his arms as she nears him. "Yes? French poodles?" He asks playfully, running his fingers along her sides. The boy jerks in surprise. "Nevaeh! You were so innocent when I met you!" He says in shock. Mark tries to ensnare her by clamping his arms closed, but she sadly is suddenly out of his range. "Milkshakes?" He asks, sounding confused. Mark pushes himself up to his feet, idly brushing himself off.
"French poodles are the best kinds of poodles." Nevaeh states with a sag nod of her head, trying her best not to shiver as his fingers run along her side. "I know. You tainted me, darlin'. And I love you for it." She kisses his nose and darts away, leaning back against a wall as she nods. "Please tell me you've had a milkshake before?"
Mark wiggles his nose and rubs at it, his eyes looking at her over his hand. "Aw, but now I do not get zat sweet innocent act zat I love!" He pouts out his bottom lip and lets his arms swing down by his side. Mark shakes his head as he follows her over to the wall, planting the palms of his hands on each side of her head. He leans in, grinning. "No, I have not."
Nevaeh is an actress you know. She can play sweet innocence if he really wishes. "I have no idea what you mean." she murmurs in a soft voice, a strand of hair twirling around one slender finger and lovely, pale blue eyes go wide and soft with innocence. The schoolgirl look she's wearing might also help in this case. She blinks up at him with owlish eyes as he leans in. "Would you like me to make you one?" The tone still soft, sweet.
Mark chuckles, and bobs his head. "Oh yes, zat is it!" He coos, looking pleased. The boy leans in further, pressing his hips firmly up against hers. Mark takes her words in, rolling them around in her head for a while. Finally he bends his elbows, using this as a spring to come away from her and the wall. Mark backs up a few feet and crosses his arms. "Yes. I would like one of your milkshakes."
Nevaeh's eyes flicker for just a moment as their hips meets. But it only lasts for a moment and is the only change in her demeanor. The rest of her screams innocence. "Of course sweetie." She rumbles happily and bounces away from the wall, the big rain boots on her feet making squeaking noises as she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet. She can keep this up for hours if he'd like. "Would you prefer chocolate or vanilla, because I bought the stuff for both?" She asks and begins to scamper towards the kitchen, adding a little extra bounce to her hips to make the pleats sway oh-so-innocently.
Mark curls his fingers up, trying to fight off the undeniable lust for such an act. The boy turns his eyes towards the window, watching the rain pleat at it. The rocks on his feet, trying to ignore the cuteness shining right next to him. He twitches at the squelching of the boots and finally turns, following her into the kitchen, his eyes glued to the intentional sway. "I... er, vanilla. I like vanilla." Mark says distractedly.
Nevaeh beams at him from over her shoulder. If she really wanted to she could make her skin translucent enough that she actually shimmered with cuteness, but she'd doing well enough on her own without the use of her powers. "I like vanilla to. Though other flavors are good to." The sweetest giggle flutters past her lips, knowing the many different levels that could be taken. But again, it was said with such /innocence/. She bounds towards the fridge, one finger still twirling hair as the other reaches in to take the newly bought milk. It's dropped onto the counter before she turns back to Mark, her feet tilting in slightly so that the toes of the boots are pointed towards each other. Good lord she's even chewing on the bottom of her lip. "Marky.. I can't reach the blender." Would he be so kind as to get it for her?
Mark leaves his eyes on her lower half for a moment before letting his eyes float up as she mentions not being able to reach. His eyebrows rise and an amused smile presses itself on his features. "Nev... you can fly." He says simply, but pushes by her anyways with a small squeeze to her hindquarters. Hey, if she can act innocent, he can act a bit raunchy, right? Mark sends her a flash of a smile and leans up, reaching into the cabinet and shuffling his hand around for the blender. The open tails of his unbuttoned shirt flap around as he tries to find it.
"I know." Nevaeh giggles as her cheeks flush brightly. "But I love it when you help me." And then there was the puppy dog eyes. Nobody can resist those. As he gooses her, Nev squeaks and jumps slightly, shooting him a surprised glance. "Mark!" It's more of a laugh than a word. Once more that innocent act is put to the test as she has to work extra hard not to be distracted by the contents underneath the unbuttoned shirt. If she weren't already chewing on her bottom lip she would be now.
Mark finally hooks his hands on the smooth surface of the blender. He drags it out and cradles it before dispensing it onto the counter. "Oh, I know you do. Zat is why I help, even if you are better at zings zan me." He reminds her, keeping his eyes on the blender and stepping back. The game of innocence is realized by the boy now, and he decides to take this to the max level. "Ah yes, well, you make ze milkshakes, I shall go get changed." Mark smiles and strolls out of the kitchen, letting the shirt slip off of his shoulders. "It does seem hot." He mumbles out loud, tugging at his pants button and letting the pants fall about his ankles. Mark brushes idly at his cow-print boxers. "Be right back." The boy says in a low voice and slips into his room.
"Not better, darlin', we just have different approaches." Neaveh states and moves towards the freezer to grab the ice cream as well. The ice cream that's nearly dropped when she closes the freezer door only to lay eyes on a shirtless Mark. "Y.. yes of course." She murmurs as her eyes fade to a deep purple, the ice cream held tight against her chest. "Hot. Very hot." Too damn hot for his own good. Wait! That's not what he meant. Oy. She makes a soft gasping noise as the pants fall quickly to the ground after and she's forced to turn if she wants to win this game. She's come to a very important decision. Mark is the devil.
Mark turns around the door frame, pressing up against the wall and waiting to see if she comes in running. Roger doesn't even look up from his bone. After a moment he mentally curses, realizing she's not biting. Mark clicks his teeth and tries to think of a plan. Total nude? No... too easy. Mark trots over to his closet and pries open his side of it. He scans the racks and grins. The outfit he wore that very first night in the hotel. The boy quickly slips into the silk shirt and the woody brown pants, stepping out into the room. Mark slowly struts over to the counter, sitting up on a stool and peering at Nevaeh still in the kitchen. "I very much like vanilla ice cream. Soft, thick, creamy. Nice, no?" He asks, causally leaning up on the counter. "It's sticky, too. But it is still very delicious."
Try as he might, Mark can only catch glimpses of the girl who's currently hidden by the fridge and freezer doors. Hey, if he's going to cheat, so is she! She took the time he changed to make a few adjustments to her outfit. Her hair has been pulled into pigtails, the top three buttons of the shirt undone to reveal small peeks of black lace beneath when she bends. Not to mention it seems the skirt has lost an inch or two somewhere along the line. "Very delicious." floats her voice as she closes the two doors and turns to walk back towards him. Held between her lips is a spoon, which is slowly pulled free once he's within viewing range. "The perfect treat for a hot day." She manages before running her tongue along her lips to clean it free of any ice cream that remained there. It's then that she notices the outfit and shiver faintly. Blame the ice cream. Dirty cheater.
Mark sinks back into his seat, his eyes bunching up. He scans the unbuttoned shirt and the pig tails. The boy wiggles in his seat, trying to fight off the pressured feelings. "Yeah, a hot day..." He glances towards the window... it's still raining. They must be insane. Mark hums to himself and drums his fingers on the counter. The shivered is noticed. "Seems to me as if you are cold." The boy comments, slipping off the stool and rounding the counter. "Shall I warm you?" Mark asks, going to grasp her into a loving hug.
Nevaeh let's the spoon 'accidentally' drop to the ground. "Oops!" She grins, shoulders bunching as she laughs and stoops to pick it up, bending at the waist so that the black lace underneath the shirt along with the milky flesh it contains is available for viewing pleasure. If only for a few seconds. "Hot, hot hot." She murmurs and bounces back up, eyes widening as he steps close. "You would do that for me?" she asks with another soft blush, giving him a quick Eskimo kiss as she sinks into his arms. "You're too sweet."
Mark makes the huge mistake of looking right into the little forbidden area that she seems so proud to show off. His throat tightens and he makes a valiant attempt to swallow a mouthful of drool. "Cold." He replies, verbally trying to cool himself off. The leans up against the counter as he snags her, his head resting on her shoulder. Just nice innocent hugs. Wait... does that mean she's won? Mark frowns and squeezes her tightly. "Yes, I would. Je t'adore, Nev. Je t'adore." Ah-hah! The French card!
Well in her opinion that area is currently a part of his property, so he should be allowed to view it as often as he wishes yes? Of course. She smiles and leans up against him, molding her body along his length as his head rests against her shoulder. Oh she most certainly won the first battle. But the second win belongs to him. The French card. The most dangerous of cards for poor Nevaeh. He can feel the shiver this time as she tilts her chin enough to gently kiss the tip of his ear. "And I love you, Mark." That whisper was a little less innocent and a little more husky.
Mark smiles to himself as the whisper reveals how she feels. Excellent. He feels the back of his neck hair rise dramatically as the cute little gesture is given on his ear. Mark is about to say something else, when he realizes that the power of the language must not be over done! The boy makes a small squeak of happiness and simply holds onto her for a moment before breaking away. "I have to be walking Roger. Ze rain is slacking off." He gives a short glance outside. "I look forward to zese milk shakes." And with that he gives a whistle, grabbing the leash from the kitchen table. Roger bounds out of the room and to the door, knowing what's coming. Ahah! Here is his next move. Tempting and denying. Mark winks at her before slipping out the door with his dog.
Nevaeh blinks as she realizes that he intends to just leave her here while he walks the dog. Men are the devil! But atleast this one is her own little devil. And she loves him to death for it. “My umbrella is by the door if you need it.” She says, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before bouncing towards the counter to begin working on the milk shakes. She'll be sure they're ready by the time he gets home.