Sweeter & Sweeter... [RP Thread for Marky Mark]

[waverlywindsor]

This should be awkward, the end of the First Date. He was dropping her off at the hotel, just inside the lobby doors. She had her room key in her hand. They were both smiling. Maybe it was the wine they had with dinner but Waverly didn't think so: her smile, at least, was genuine.

First Date. Was she all ready hoping for another? Yes. The evening had been just that good. She enjoyed listening to him talk. There was a passion in his voice and a light in his eyes whenever he spoke about his work (the real career, the military not the police work he did now) or when he told her about Dean, the young man he'd reached out to and helped turn around. Waverly liked making him laugh too. There was a warmth and a richness to the sound and his lips curved into an inviting smile. Really, there wasn't much she didn't like about Mark Kosik.

Except that he was being such a gentleman that he had yet to kiss her good night.

Waverly tipped her head back to look up at him, held her key to the side, using it to gesture at the elevators behind them. "Do you...?"

Want to walk me to my room, come inside, stay a while, talk some more, spend the night...? Any and all of the above would suit her just fine, and some of that may be the wine talking, but not much.

Comments

Sweeter & Sweeter makes for the Sweetest

[mark-kosik.livejournal.com]

To say it had been a while since Mark had been on a date would be an understatement. About two years worth of an understatement- but tonight, with Waverly he knew he had not only been on a wonderful date but one of the best of his romantic career. She was extremely intelligent, independent and had a razor sharp whit that had him questioning if she was serious, or when she was kidding. If nothing else Waverly had him wrapped around her beautiful fingers, and Mark would be lying if he didn't want to know what it felt like to have her exceptionally gorgeous legs wrapped around him in turn.

If he had been twenty-four he would have made a relentless play all evening to lift the hem of her dress and let his fingers stroke up her thighs and between. However with ten years beyond that under his belt and a world of experience Mark knew what mattered. Waverly mattered. Her spirit, her intellect, her essence. She was far more than incredible legs and a promise of sex, she was intriguing, frustrating and utterly entertaining to be around. Mark wanted more than just an invitation into her room, but he had to be fair and allow her to offer what she was willing to give.

And then she was asking; sort of. Did he? Did he have the time? Did he want to walk her to the elevator? Did he want to escort her to her room and then leave? Did he need to be somewhere else? Did he want to race her up the stairs to her room because the elevator might prove to be too slow because she needed him now? The question could mean anything but Mark hoped it was leading him to more time spent in her company. Dressed, or naked, he was ready to take that step.

His smile broadened and he reached his hand out to gently clasp it over her's and the key. "I'd love nothing better."