With a very happy overtone, Marcus was relishing in his mories of the day, all other worries out of the door.
Lost in his daydream in the evening, a gentle rapping on the door interrupted his joyful mind journey. Angry and frustrated, he moved towards the door to see who it was, wanting to get it over as soon as possible to resu his mind journey.
As she knocked on the door, her heart raced with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She hoped that her gesture would bring a smile to Marcus's face and let him know that she was also excited about it, especially after their short office romance.
When Marcus opened the door and saw Diana standing there with a bag of food, his eyes lit up with surprise.
"Diana, what are you doing here?" he asked, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as his face glowed with light seeing her standing at his door.
"Co in and have a seat," he continued quickly as he swiftly recovered from his thoughts and surprise, swinging the door ajar to make room for her presence.
"I brought you dinner," she replied, her voice filled with warmth. "I thought you could use a ho-cooked al and so company."
Marcus's heart swelled with gratitude as he stepped aside, allowing Diana to enter his house. The aroma of the food filled the air, making his stomach rumble. He couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and familiarity as Diana settled in the kitchen, unpacking the containers of food she had prepared.
Watching her pack and unpack, reminded him so much of Cassandra that he stood rigidly reminiscing in his mories.
Seeing him lose concentration, Diana gently poked him with a plate and asked, "what is wrong? You spaced out again"
"It has been a long ti since soone decided to cook for
or even prepare sothing nice intentionally for
without
asking, thank you so much Diana," he said solemnly as he glanced seriously into her eyes catching every bit of her blush.
"Co on, don't make it sound so serious. You are ruining the mont" she muttered softly as she blushed furiously while fiddling with food she was arranging.
Seeing his darling growing shy, he smiled mildly, pulled out a seat and waited for her to be down.
As they sat at the dining table, Marcus couldn't help but admire Diana's cooking skills. The flavors danced on his tongue, bringing him a sense of imnse satisfaction and happiness.
"You didn't have to go through all this trouble, Diana," Marcus said, his voice filled with appreciation. "I can't thank you enough for being so thoughtful."
Diana smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling. "It's the least I could do, Marcus. After everything that has happened, I feel this is sothing that can serve as good thank you for all you done for "
"Mmm, this is delicious, Diana," Marcus exclaid between bites. "You have a true talent for cooking. I feel like I'm being nourished not only physically but emotionally as well."
Diana blushed at the complint, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Ah ah, you have such a slippery tongue but I'm glad you're enjoying it."
They continued while making small talks about everything and nothing, savoring the flavors of the food and enjoying each other's presence.
As they retired into the living room, nestling in each other arms, the tension in the room grew as they relaxed watching a tv for the night.
"Stay for the night," Marcus whispererd into her ears, barely audible.
With a blushing face, she nodded gently as she tightened her hands on his arm placed around her.
Diana's breath increased slightly, seeming to fall into a daydream as she stared at Marcus face so close to her. Touching her lips gently reveling in the kiss mories from the office for an hour, a mix of surprise and anticipation coursing through her.
With a tender smile, Marcus, finally unable to take more of the tension, made a move on her, his lips eting hers in a passionate kiss. In that mont, the worries and uncertainties lted away, leaving only the raw intensity of their shared desire.
Gently biting her plump lips till it bled, he drew the first taste of her blood. Ecstasy fuelled through him, licking, sucking, kissing, the kiss beca bloody real quick as they lost themselves into the pools of passion as he captured Diana's lips with his own, savoring the taste and the connection they shared. It
was a bittersweet mont, tinged with both longing and restraint. He poured his emotions into the kiss, letting her know just how much she ant to him.
Diana responded eagerly, her lips moving against his in a passionate dance. They lted into each other's embrace, a mingling of desire and affection. It was a mont of vulnerability and surrender, a testant to their deepening connection.
Stopping for a minute to catch their breath, Diana playfully poked his ribs while complaining about him biting her lips,
"Why did you bite , you are so naughty," she pouted.
Marcus leaned closer, his voice filled with warmth.
"Diana, there's sothing else I want to tell you. Ever since I t you I have always wanted a taste of you, May I?"
Nodding her gently as she gave her consent, Marcus plunged right at her lips, but more gentle and slowing this ti, taking his ti to savor her lips as a delicacy.
Breaking the kiss, Diana's heart raced in her chest, her pulse echoing the rapid beat of their intertwined souls. She gazed into Marcus's eyes, her own filled with a blend of anticipation and affection.
"I don't want to let go," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Being in your arms feels like coming ho, Marcus. I've never felt so alive, so connected."
Marcus tightened his embrace, his touch providing a comforting anchor amidst the tumultuous sea of emotions. "Diana, are you sure about this?" He questioned.
"Yes."
"Okay I guess I have to treat you right tonight," he whispered into her ears as he carried gently yet gracefully into the adjoining room, their bodies molded together, their beings rging into a singular entity.
The boundaries of ti and space dissolved as they existed in a realm where only their love mattered.
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