Mark had grabbed two two-litres of ginger ale, cough drops, some microwaveable chicken soup things, a box of saltines, and a couple of suckers at the store for Naya. Sure, she had only asked for ginger ale, but he was Super!Mark, so he was going to fucking deliver. He pushed his…
Mark shouldered the door open as Naya slowly walked back to her bed. He frowned slightly as he set his bags on the table, noting that she was worse than she had let on. “I got a lot of different things for you. I didn’t know what you’d want, so…” He turned around and watched her lie in bed for a few minutes. “Want me to leave?”
Naya heard him talking and rolledover so she could see him. A smile slowly crept on her face and she opened her arms. “Stay..” She said softly and motioned for him to come over to her. “Come here.” She mumbled softly and sat up a little.
Mark couldn’t help but smile at the drowsy and child-like way Naya held her arms out to him. He set the package of crackers he’d been fiddling with down and walked over, kicking off his shoes before sliding into bed with her. “Always,” he promised, closing her in his arms.
Naya breathed out a sigh of relief and circled her arms around him, her body melting into his. “Good.” She said softly and squeezed him before pulling back to look up at him. Her lips formed into a small pout and she leaned up. “Kiss? Please?”
Mark couldn’t keep his smile from lighting up his entire face even if he wanted to. He leaned his head down and gently placed a full kiss on her lips. He pulled back before they deepened it, though, not wanting to get sick as well and have Ryan bitch at them even more.
Naya saw his smile and almost melted at how cute and perfect he was. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly and leaned up to reach his lips, smiling even when it ended. “Thank you. Thank you for coming and bringing me stuff too.. I appreciate it.” Her arms tightened instinctively and she pulled herself closer to him, not wanting to be too far apart.
Mark flexed his arms instinctively, helping Naya bring herself closer to him. “No, problem, babe. Anything for you.” He squeezed her in his arms and leaned back, making himself more comfortable. “Oh. Speaking of my awesome shopping skills, do you want anything? Ginger ale, maybe?”
Naya laughed when she felt his arms flex and squeezed them playfully. “My strong Marky.” A smile forced its way on her face and she leaned on his chest, staring down at him. “I can get it. Thanks, though, babe.” She kissed his cheek and laid her cheek against his chest.