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Early morning. And Labor Day so Mark doesn't actually have to go to work. So Nevaeh made sure not to wake Mark as she slunk out of bed. A pair of pale cotton pajama bottoms with little clouds on them rest against her hips, and a tank top with the word Angel rests over her chest. Her hair is pulled back into low pigtails and she's been up for almost an hour. Her eyes keep slipping down to the ring on her finger before she's forced to bite back a squeal of delight. The bedroom door pushes open, Nevaeh walking in with a tray resting between her hands. The sweet scent of breakfast filling the room as she tiptoes closer.
It's much too early for a boy who was awake most of the night, his mind spinning with thoughts and day dreams that kept him from sleep. Currently he's in a tangle of blankets and pillows, wearing a pair of black boxers with green four-leaf clover shapes covering them. The left side of his face is planted on the pillow, his breath heavy as he slumbers on gently. No notice is given of Nev as she leaves, but as she enters his nostrils flare and the back of his mind starts to tug him out of his dreamworld. "Mrrffgg." He grumbles in his sleep, his body starting to wake.
"You're so eloquent in the morning." Nevaeh whispers as she leans forward to kiss Mark's forehead. "I made you breakfast." A soft whisper as she steps back enough to display the tray for him. Bacon, eggs, pancakes and hash browns. A cup of yogurt plus cups of both milk and orange juice. Her eyes are still bright pink and purple, the streak in her hair to match as she gazes down to the boy tangled in the sheets, feeling her heart swell with joy as she watches him.
Mark cracks his eyes open, his blurry pupils turning up to find a brightly colored pair of eyes on him. His lips curl up into a sleepy smile, and he wiggles in the bed in attempts to sit up. He twists onto his back and slides up to rest against the pillows and the headboard. "I try." He mumbles, running a hand through his oddly sticking hair. Mark turns his attention to the tray and sniffs in gently. "You did? It smells wonderful." The boy comments, spreading out the blankets on his lap as best as he can. "Did you sleep well?"
Nevaeh can't quite wipe the smile from her lips. Not that she really wants to in the first place. She's quite content with it. Waiting patiently for him to smooth out the blanket, Nevaeh places the tray above his lap once he's settled. "I'm glad you think so. I wanted to do something special for you." A blush as she sweeps around her side or the bed to crawl onto the top of it. "Once I finally managed to get to sleep yes."
Mark lets his gaze fall on the tray, his eyes roaming the breakfast goodness. He wiggles his fingers gently, trying to decide what to go for first. The boy dives his hand down for a strip of bacon and munches happily. "You did not have to." Mark says, looking up at her after devouring the bacon. "But I am glad you did." He says after a pause of laughter. "Oh... you had a hard time sleeping, too?" Mark frowns for a moment, but the forkfull of pancakes is too much a temptation and he busies himself with a bite. He eats for a while, then takes a swig of the milk, leaving a milk mustache on his stubble. "So, did you have a good day of birth?"
Nevaeh curls up against his side, half leaning against the head board and half against his body. "Of course I didn't have to. But I liked doing it. And I wanted to." She explains with a lazy smile. She's going to show him that she'll make a wonderful wife. She'll take care of him like nobody else ever could! "You to huh? My mind was just buzzing with thoughts and plans. I'm surprised you didn't hear me giggling every so often." She laughs and reaches up to gently rub away the milk from over his top lip. "The best ever."
Mark cuts his eyes over and smiles. "Well, who am I to be arguing?" He says with a slight shrug. Hey, he's not going to stop her from babying him. Why would he? Mark chuckles and nods his head, looking back to the food. "So zat was you? I could have sworn it was me!" He grins and crosses his eyes to watch her hand dab away at his lip. Mark takes this opportunity to kiss it gently. "Oh? Plans, you say?" He inquires with interest.
Nevaeh awwws and melts against him just a little bit more when he kisses her hand. "Was it you as well? I suppose it could have been the both of us." Nevaeh wiggles happily and let's the hand drop to his knee, resting there as her head finds his shoulder. She's doing her best not to get in the way of his eating. "Thinking about my dress mostly. I want to look perfect. For you." She looks up and beams.
Mark sniffles happily and returns his mouth to the purpose of eating. He shovels a few bites of pancake into his mouth and nods gently as she speaks, trying not to drip and syrup on the bed sheets. "Me? Giggle? Never!" The boy huffs sarcastically. The milk is given another taste, and this time he runs a tongue over his upper lip to prevent milk-mustache syndrome. "Oh please, Nev. You could wear a grubby shirt and basketball shorts and I would still say 'I do.'."
Nevaeh watches as he eats for another few moments before letting her eyes drift back to a more comfortable position as her head presses to his shoulder once more. "Aww, I'm sure you giggle very cutely." She assures him as she grins around the words. "Maybe so. And I would do exactly the same. But.. I want to look beautiful. I want that first moment you see me, for you to be breathlessly in love."
Mark eats for a while more, finally settling the tray down further on his laps so he has room to hook an arm around her. He rolls his eyes and his free hand scratches at his stubble. "But we shall never know, yes?" The boy smiles and leans in to kiss her forehead. "But?" He intercepts as she talks, shaking his head. "But Nev! I already am in love! No white dress is going to make or break zat." Mark beams down at her. "Do not worry about zis."
Nevaeh hooks one arm lazily around his waist as the tray is moved, snuggling up into his arm when it wraps around her. "Mm, I bet I could make you giggle." She states with a firm nod that shows she has faith in that statement. Again her eyes drift up. "I know you are silly. It's.. it's a woman thing. But I promise. I won't worry about it any more today." She leans up to kiss him gently before breaking away to recuddle.
"You say such zings zat bay boys would take ze wrong way." He whispers with a half-smirk. "Good zing I am not a bay boy, no?" Mark clamps his teeth together in husky growl. He nods back to her and nestles in the pillows, his free arm hooking behind his head for support. "Good good. More important zings to zink about, I suppose. Like when and where and who."
Nevaeh's eyes widen at the husky growl, a shiver, half suppressed rolls down her spine. Her entire body tightens for a second before shoulders roll and she relaxes again. "Yeah.. yeah a good thing." She smiles against the flesh of his shoulder. "How long do you wish to wait? The rest of it sort of falls into place after that." She states and ponders.
Mark rubs his fingers gently into her shoulder, his eyes narrowing and his smirk growing at the element of surprise. "Oh it is?" He asks, sounding surprised that she would answer. "Well, I will have to keep zat in mind." He says lightly to himself, nodding and looking up at the ceiling. "Well, personally I would drag you into a courtroom and have it done today... but as I understand you American girls like zis to be a big affair." Mark glances over. "I do not know... a few months... a year?"
Nevaeh murmurs softly at the feel of his fingers in her shoulders, body relaxing even more than moments before. "Sure.." Unconvincing as that is, she smiles still. She wouldn't change him for anything in the world. Good boy and all. "You would marry me today?" She asks, grin widening. "You don't strike me as the courtroom type." She continues to ponder. "It doesn't have to be big. Maybe just our loved ones?"
Mark keeps rubbing gently, a smile settling easily onto his face. "Mm." He mumbles to himself with satisfaction. The boy closes his eyes and wiggles his toes, as the weight of the tray causes them to fall asleep. "I would." He adds softly. "Well, no... I'm more of a in ze reeds on ze bank of a pond in all threads from Chinatown." Mark admits with a shrug. "But I am trying to be realistic, no?"
Nevaeh blushes when he says that he would, feeling her heart pick up it's pace yet again. How is it that she found the most perfect man in existence? Never before has she been so lucky. "Oooh." She says, head tilting, eyes narrowed at the mental picture. Suddenly she jumps up, bending in order to pick up the tray and put it onto the floor so that she can occupy his legs. Excitement shines in her eyes as she reaches for his hands, holding them clasped in her between them. "Why don't we do that then? In the reeds? On a pond? Why be realistic?"
Mark is relaxed by now, his head tilted back and his eyes shut peacefully. "Hmm?" He says softly, his fingers still repeating the same movements. He opens his eyes as she moves, setting the tray down and taking up it's spot. His head tilts back and he blinks for a moment, finally deciding to smile. "Oh... zat isn't what you want, is it? Don't you have some dream about a big church, hundreds of people, and a flowing white dress that barely fits down ze aisle?" Mark asks, looking amused. "You do not have to listen to my silly Bohemian ideas."
Nevaeh holds his hands between hers as she pulls them up against her chest, letting him feel her heart. "What I want, is to see you happy. And to spend the rest of my days making sure that you are happy. Nothing is more important to me than that." Explained in a quiet voice as a faint smile touches her lips. "I don't need a church and hundreds of people. I just need you." And the dress of course. Nothing as large as the one he mentions, something sweet and fitting. More suited to her. It could easily fit amongst the reeds.
Mark pressed his hand against her heart. He curls his fingers slightly, kneading his fingertips into her chest. "Nevy. It is not all about me, you know. Besides, even in France ze wedding is for ze Bride. Us Grooms simply go with ze flow." He nods knowingly. "And I need you. But you need to be as happy as I am." Mark sighs happily and leans up, pressing his face slower to hers. "So whatever you want is what we will do."
Nevaeh's lashes flutter as he kneads, but despite the sensation she leans forward to meet him as he does the same. "I will be happy, simply because you are there." She assures, pressing her forehead to his. "This will be -our- day. I will have my dress and my family. You will have your reeds and your pond. How does that sound?"
Mark doesn't mention that fact that he really doesn't have any loved ones besides her, and not even mentioning his lack of friends. "Good." He says soundly, pressing his forehead right back. "Yes yes, all right. But... will your parents like me? I... hmm." He falls silent, his brow wrinkling carefully.
Nevaeh only really has two friends herself, but she does have a family back home who will be dying to hear about this. She bumps his nose with hers, quietly assuring that "Yes. Of course. They will love you as much as I do. My brothers on the other hand might take a bit of getting used to, but that's just because they're overly protective. My sister though , you have to promise you won't like her more than me."
Mark locks his eyes on with hers, his nose wrinkling up pleasantly. Still, past the happy look, one of worry darkens his eyes. "Oh... you have brothers?" The quickly mental picture of large boys beating him up behind a barn flashes, and he involuntarily cringes. "A sister, hmm?" He says playfully, trying to brush off his nervousness. "Never. I bet she is wonderful, but I already can tell I was lucky enough to get ze best of ze Griffin's."
Nevaeh can see the worry and squeezes his fingers, trying to soothe it away. "They would not do anything that would make me unhappy." Seriously unhappy atleast. "They are protective but they are not mean." Her lips purse at the first comment about her sister. "Haha. Yes. She has three years on me." A smile. "The best huh? Well, I'm glad you think so."
Mark quickly forgets any worry and squeezes right back. Other boys could easily beat him up, since Mark isn't exactly the biggest or strongest boy of the bunch. "If you say so." He says as if unsure. "I bet zey would hurt me if ze knew what a naughty girl I have turned you into." Mark says seriously. "Of course I zink so! Why would I now. It is not like I will be falling in love with your sister on sight."
"I certainly hope you won't be. But you wouldn't be the first to dump me for her. But then, those boys couldn't compare to you. So I shouldn't even think about. Right? Right." Nevaeh convinces herself she's worried about nothing as brows arch in surprise, lashes dipping low so that all he can see of her eyes is a faint hint of sparkling purple. "If I were truly so naughty, then I would not be showing so much restraint whenever you are near."
Mark frowns. "You've had boyfriends before me?" He asks in a small voice staring off worriedly into space for a moment. "Right..." He says distractedly. "But I am your boyfriend now, yes?" He asks, completely forgetting his new and improved title. The flash of purple sends a tremor down his spine. "Restraint? I would very much bet you could not take away all zose restraints." He says smugly.
Nevaeh kisses his nose as the worried look. "Haven't you had girlfriends before me?" She asks, realizing that it was something they'd never really discussed before. "You are not just my boyfriend, you're my fiance, and the love of my life. Those other boys could not compare to you, in any fashion of the word." And that's a promise. Could not? "Could and would can be a very thin line. I could very easily drop my restraint. But I won't because I respect you more than that."
Mark wiggles his nose and and snuggles down further into the bed, resting up on his back and attempting to tug her up on him fully. "I know! Zis is what I have always wanted. A girl zat is all alone mine." He laughs and returns the small kiss right back onto her own nose. He listens for a moment and pouts, his bottom lip jutting out. "Aw, but what if I do not want you too? I do wonder what it would be like..." He admits, his eyes falling away from her dramatically.
Nevaeh yips as she feels the tug, giggling and curling up to his body as he wishes. Though her hands have to untwine from his in order to balance for a moment. "I am yours. And yours alone." Another promise that he can rely on. A grin as she leans forward to nibble that pouting lip. "Do you not want me to?"
Mark grins up at her, his fingers searching to run through her hair and spread it out over him. He tilts his palms down, pressing them against the sides of her head, his fingers still tucked around the roots of the colorful hair. "Ah, and ze same goes for you, but of course!" He assures her, taking in a deep breath of her scent. Mark pauses for a moment in thought. "I would be interesting, I admit. Unless, of course, you think I could not handle it?" He asks mischievously.
Nevaeh looks down the line of her buttonish nose to gaze at his lips as they move, only to be caught by hers again in moments. Tugged at playfully as she grins and kisses him, pulling away to let him speak. "Interesting? I don't think that'd be quite the word. Then again, I'm not sure you'd have words." A waggle of eyebrows before her face goes slack and serious. "I'm sure you could handle it. But are you ready for it?" Honestly.
Mark is caught by surprise for the moment, though quickly his brain registers this new action and kisses right back. He takes a breath as she pulls up, his smile now ear to ear. "Oh? What would ze word be?" He asks, his head tilting slightly to the side. He smiles and wiggles underneath her, looking very sneaky now. "Ready? I was born ready, Neveah dear." He points out with a thick nod. "Now... wont you... ah, how zey say... bring it?"
Nevaeh looks down to that wide smile, the surprise and delight twinkling in her eyes. Is he serious? Does he finally want to.. The thoughts are cut short when he tells her that he's ready, and now her smile matches his. Her hands snake out to link her fingers through his, pinning his arms to the bed as her lips brush over his mouth. "Oh. I'll bring it." A thick-voiced, husky promise as she claims his mouth for herself.