Words: Rover, Bikini
Title: Rover
Ship: Maddy/Mark
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 819
Summary: Mark is teaching Maddy how to drive a rover, they don’t get much learning done.
A/N: Written for Maddy/Mark -Rover by shippergal for ‘Friday One Word Challenge’ Week 3
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“Don’t laugh,” she warns, giving Mark a stern look when she hears a muffled snicker from the passenger seat.
Mark flashes a smile before schooling his expression to a blank but respectful soldier expression she has seen him give his superiors many times before. “Not laughing, never laughing.”
Maddy throws him another look not believing him for a second, the amusement clear in his blue eyes as is the teasing in his words.
“Just…”he continues, a crooked grin on his face as he points out to the open space in front of them. “If you really want to learn how to drive a rover Maddy, starting it up and going might be a good place to start, it’s why we’re OTG.”
“I’m working up to it,” she responds smartly, her hand clutching the steering wheel nervously. It seemed like a good idea back at the colony when she first asked Mark if he could teach her how to drive. She was always looking to learn new things and now that she was Dr. Wallace’s assistant there might come a time when she would need to drive the science department’s rover. Better to be prepared.
“What’s the problem?” Mark asks realizing that she really is nervous, he reaches out covering one of her hands, still on the wheel, the other coming to a rest behind her on the head-rest of the driver’s seat. “Hmm? What’s wrong?”
“I-I just realized this is a powerful machine under me, one that I have to control,” she answers nervously, turning to face him.
“There’s a dirty joke in there somewhere,” he teases, laughing when she lets out a huffing half laugh and rests her head on his still stretched arm.
“Mark,” she moans pitifully a blush working it’s way up her face.
“Hmm,” he says absently, even though he’s sure it’s not her intention, the way she says his name, that small sound that follows it leaves him lost in thoughts of other moments when he’s gotten her to moan his name. “Yeah?”
Maddy can’t help but smile at the far off tone in Mark’s voice, looking into his eyes she’s not surprised to see that they’re turned a bit grey or that they seem to be focused on her mouth, the heated expression on his face turning her on. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”
“I am helping,” Mark answers a bit confused, his eyes widening when Maddy moves from her seat over to his. It takes a bit of maneuvering on her part, but she’s small and determined. Mark continues to stare at her once she finds herself perfectly comfortable on his lap, her legs on either side of his, he shakes his head amazed as her mouth is now inches away from his curves upward in a proud smile.
“No, you’re not” she starts, her hands intertwining around his neck pulling him forward a bit, she presses her forehead against his and breathes out. “How am I suppose to focus on anything but you, much less focus on learning how to drive if you look at me like that? Bad teacher, Corporal.”
Getting over his shock and responding to her teasing words Mark grins at her, his hands holding on to her hips, pulling her flush against him, enjoying the breathless gasp she lets out and the way her brown eyes turn a warm amber.
“Did you know some cars back in the 21th century had something called a ‘stick shift’?” she asks in her ‘teaching’ voice that always amuses and appeals to him. He raises an eyebrow when her hands start to work on his belt buckle, intrigued by her sudden forwardness.
“People would move the stick to change the gears on the car, make it go faster, harder,” she continues the impish smile on her face never leaving as she drags the zipper down and slips her warm hand inside his boxers curving it around him. The air leaves Mark’s lungs and he throws his head back, mouth open and panting as she starts to stroke him.
He looks at her through half-masked eyes when he hears her giggle.
Maddy shrugs a shoulder, her smile impossibly wide as she looks at him, her hand continuing her smooth strokes that drive him crazy. “Stick shift,” she answers his unasked question, her hold tightening around him in emphasis. “I’m sure there’s a dirty joke in that.”
The amazing feeling her touch is creating has slowed down his brain and it takes him a moment to remember his previous teasing, as he stares at her wide-eye and she laughs at his expression, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss that is a total contrast to the wicked thing she’s doing with her hand, he has to laugh in amazement at this crazy, brilliant girl and this sinfully playful side of her that him and only him is lucky enough to see.
Title: Bikini
Ship: Maddy/Mark
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Rated: PG-13
Word Count: 1526
Summary: Mark finds Maddy trying on her new bathing suit.
A/N: Written for Maddy/Mark -Bikini by shippergal for ‘Friday One Word Challenge’ Week 3
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Mark Reynolds walks into then Shannon household as the door opens revealing Josh and Zoe who walk out, he nods at the boy and flashes a smile at the little girl, tickling her under her chin causing the girl giggle and flash a toothy grin at him. Closing the door behind him Mark walks into the center of the home and finds Dr. Shannon drinking her morning coffee at the kitchen table.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” the older woman says to him in her accented voice with a kind smile.
He feels his face flush a bit at the endearment, still not use to it, but Elisabeth Shannon is an affectionate woman who always has a kind word for everyone one around her, including him.
He returns the greeting as he sits down at the table with her. “Good morning ma’am.”
He scans the home looking for the other two occupants, one in particular.
Elisabeth smiles at him as she starts stand, the smile growing when he stands with her. “Jim went to work and Maddy is in her room, you can go in, I’m leaving for the hospital myself.”
He nods at her, his hands behind his back. “Thank you, Dr. Shannon.”
“Not a problem,” Elisabeth answers heading for the door. “Maddy, I’m leaving!” she calls out getting an ‘okay’ in return.
He makes the walk to his girlfriend’s bedroom door knocking softly on it.
“Maddy?”
“Mark?”
“Yeah, can I come in?” he asks as he waits for her agreement.
“Umm…,”she hedges and he frowns as he hears a hint of nervousness in her voice. “Yeah…I need your opinion on something anyway.”
He slides the door open and he’s sure his heart is going to pound out of his chest.
Jesus.
There in the middle of her room stands a fidgety Maddy in a white bikini that has left little to the imagination. He can vaguely hear her start talking, in rapid speed, the words pour out of her, something about Tasha and Skye insisting she buy it for their outing next week. He remembers that he agreed to go with her and her friends to the beach, part as fun but also as an escort since civilians can’t go without permission and official personnel. She says more he’s sure but for once her words are a buzz. He knows he’s bordering on rude but he can’t help but stare.
He’s always known from the moment he met Maddy that she’s gorgeous, a beautiful face with a stunning smile that seemed to be made of pure light, eyes that he could look into for hours at a time and never get tired and a figure that has cause more than one sleepless night while he pictures it the way it looks now. He’s also had the pleasure of feeling said figure in heated moments when they’ve manage to sneak away from prying eyes, but touching her over her clothes and fantasying about her body while he lay awake in his bunk has nothing on finally seeing her. Her golden skin is perfect and so smooth looking, his hands itch to reach out and touch her.
“Mark?” Maddy asks nervously drawing his attention.
He watches as she shifts from one foot to the other and tries to ignore the physical response he has to certain parts of her moving. Instead he focuses on the way her arms wrap around her center self-consciously.
He takes a step forward, closing the door behind him and keeps walking until he’s standing in front of her, his hands pulls hers away from her body before resting on her face. Bending his knees a bit to make sure he can catch her eyes, he waits until he has her full attention. “You, are perfect, Maddy,” he says in a low voice, rougher than usual, the arousal he’s felt since he entered the room still coursing through his body but now along with a much more powerful emotion he feels when it comes to the girl in front of him. Love and the tenderness that he has felt since he first laid eyes on her. “Perfect.”
The smile she gives him is wondrous and bright.
“You like it,” she asks still a bit shy but he can see the glint in her eye that tells him she’s enjoying in his dumbfounded reaction.
“If I like it anymore than I already do, I’ll embarrass myself,” he blurts out, feeling flushed at his own words, but they’re worth it when her own skin turns a pretty shade of pink (she blushes from her hair line to her chest, he didn’t know that before) and her smile grows even more, laughing she leans in and tilts her face upward, he meets her half way, enjoying the way she brushes her lips against his before parting her mouth. He groans into her mouth when she presses her body against his, he hadn’t been kidding about embarrassing himself, he’s hard and he knows she can feel it against her belly. Instead of pulling away as he expected she presses harder against him and lets out a purr that has any remaining blood in his brain traveling south.
“Maddy,” he growls out, trying to pull back, he groans in pain when she looks up at him from under her eyelashes and with swollen lips, her breathing harsh as his, causing her chest to rise and fall in a tantalizing way. “You’re killing me here.”
She giggles and his cock, if possible, gets harder at the flirty sound. Hesitantly he lets his hands leave her arms and start to slide down her back. He marvels at the softness of her skin and closes his eyes trying to reign in his self-control as Maddy presses her face into his neck making soft little noises as his fingers dance over her skin…and then he feels it, the slight dig of her perfect set of teeth as they bite down lightly on the skin of his throat and the dam breaks. Mark sinks a hand into her luscious locks of hair, pulling her back he plunges into a kiss that is almost violent in its intensity. Any other time he would be worried he was being too rough with her, but she moans, her hands fisting his olive shirt as she walks backwards and sinks into her bed when they reach it, pulling him with her.
He breathes hard as she manages to pull his shirt from his pants, her hands hot against his skin as she runs them over his chest. She makes a sound in the back of her throat, half pleading, half annoyed when he doesn’t continue kissing her.
“Maddy,” he starts, helplessly trailing off when she bucks again him.
“Now is not the time for a conversation about what’s proper in courtship, Mark,” she bites out her eyes flashing while mixed with a healthy dose of lust.
“If your father comes home and catches us, I’m a dead man,” he warns her all the while helping her as she pulls his shirt over his head. He settles on his back as Maddy turns on her side, her hands and lips causing havoc as they draw patterns on his chest.
“Then we better make it worth it,” Maddy teases as she lays a kiss on one of his pecs. “Just in case.”
“There’s no ‘kinda’ about it,” he says, curling his hands into fists as she licks her way down his abs. “You are a bad influence on me.”
He has to smile as she presses her forehead against his stomach and laughs.
“Come here,” he murmurs with a smile as he pulls her up, she lays on top of him, her face inches away from his, he tries to ignore the fact that with his shirt off and her in her bikini, he can feel so much of her skin, instead he focuses on the smile on her lips and the way her eyes shine as she looks at him lovingly.
“We can’t do anything here,” he starts, grinning when she narrows her eyes and pouts. “Trust me I want to, I always want to and especially right now with the way you look and us being here in your bed.”
“But,” Maddy prompts raising an eyebrow at him.
“But,” he sighs, caressing her face. “It’s your bed in your parent’s home, I have to be respectful.”
He lets out a small laugh when she rolls her eyes at him, pushing off him she nods as she stands.
“Okay.”
Mark sits up and gives her a doubtful look. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Maddy says with a slow smile as she picks up her clothes heading out the bedroom door. “If me in a bikini can’t tempt you in my parent’s home that’s fine.”
“Okay,” he answers still unsure of the glint in Maddy’s eyes.
“Besides,” she starts as she turns to look at him. “It’s not the last time you’re going to see me in this suit, next week you’ll see it on me again.”
Mark swallows hard while she gives him a casual shrug.
“And I’ll be wet then.”