Pulling him to me again, I kiss him, with more force than before. He's rougher, more needy, his hands gliding up and down my back. He wants me, I can see that. Mark grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, spinning me around in the process. I smirk into the kiss and push him down onto the bed, breaking the kiss. Once he's sitting on the edge of the bed, I sit down and straddle his lap. I'm not focused about what I want anymore, just what I need. And I need him.

I wake, and the sunlight flickers on my closed eyes. I'm warm, wrapped in a close embrace, I don't want to leave. I don't want to wake up, I want to stay here, tight in Mark's embrace, warm,
Happy.
I open my eyes and look up at him, he looks like an angel, even with his bed hair and his closed eyes, he still looks amazing. I lean in close to him, and wrap my arms tighter around him. I close my eyes, because I want to stay here. You can't just pause the moment, and I wish I could, because this moment is perfect.

When I open my eyes again, he's gone. The covers are cold, I am alone. Oh no, he didn't run off, did he?
"Mark?" I call from my place in bed, hoping to get a reply.
"Here!" I hear footsteps up the stairs and through the door, Mark's here.
I sigh in relief, closing my eyes for a few seconds. He walks over to the bed and sits down, putting an arm around me.
"you really think I'd leave you?"
"I was scared."
"I know. It's okay, I won't leave you."
"Why not?" Because it does ponder my mind.
"I love you too much to leave you."
"I love you."
I can't believe what he just said. I can't believe what I just said. It's insane to me. He kisses me, full on the lips, and then heads back downstairs.
"I've got to record now, but I will come and check on you, Princesspie!"
I'm staring into space, my fingers come up and touch my lips, where he'd kissed me only seconds ago, completely forgetting the random nickname he'd just thrown over his shoulder.
Oh my lord, love's got a hold of me now.
I eventually drift back to sleep.

Kissing, touching, it's all going on at once. His eyes are like fuel to the flames, and his hands...oh lord, his hands. Needy kisses are given and clothes are flying. I'm pretty sure I'm loosing my mind, but hey, who wouldn't be?
Suddenly, it's dark again.
I see a scene, in the kitchen, we're shouting, obviously fighting.
"Why don't you just leave then?" I spit out at him, and he's struck then, his eyes looking so innocent, so sad.
Oh, what have I done?
"Fine," he gets out, "I will."
And the door slams behind him.
My dream has turned into a horrible, horrible nightmare.
And we're back on the beach.
"Felix," Mark and I sit near the rocks, "Look, this isn't working."
"What?"
"Felix, We can't go on like this."
"Mark...don't do this, please."
"We should take a break."
I am silent.
"Felix, I'm sorry."
"You should be."
And I walk away.
The scene has changed, to this morning, I'm sitting up in bed.
"Mark?"
"Felix, why?"
"What?"
"You took advantage of me."
"What do you mean?"
"I was drunk last night!"
"But, I thought..."
"You thought what? We could just have one thing and it'd all be forgotten about in the morning?"
"I thought you loved me."

I laugh up from my position in bed, in a cold sweat. The dream, the dream was horrible.
Will that really happen?
One side of my conscience decides to speak up.
"No! Of course not, Felix! Don't be ridiculous!"
While the other side quietly murmurs,
"I warned you about this."
"Hey PrincessPie!"
I'm put out of my imaginary argument by the voice coming from the door.
"Oh hey, Markimoo."
"Still not up yet?"
"Nope."
"Or dressed yet?"
"Nope."
"I'm guessing that's okay for you."
"Yup."
The argument with myself is now forgotten.
"You're not nearly alarmed that it's 1pm and you're still in bed?"
"No, you should come back to bed."
"Oh really? Should I?"
"Yes. And cuddle with me."
"Felix, I've got work-"
"Your fans are always telling you to take a break, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you only uploaded one video today. And you have a good reason!" I pull his shirt towards me.
"Well I guess I could..."
"You guess you could? Please, you know you can!"
And I pull him on top of me.
Some questions have no choice but to go unanswered.