miss prime and proper

He was intrigued when she spoke, pulling away from her just enough to look at her curiously. Mark bit down on his lip as a smile crossed his face, leaning forward to capture her lips once more before he moved to turn the oven off. Turning back to Tatiana, he placed a hand on each thigh, slowly moving towards her until their lips met again. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” he murmured, taking her in his arms and crossing back over to the couch. Mark lay her down, never breaking the kiss as he moved over her.

Mark moved his hands to her waist, losing himself in the moment and allowing his lips to move down to her jaw, her neck. Even though he was there with her at that moment, he expected it to end as if he were dreaming. It was just unreal to have her in his home, in his arms. He never wanted to let her go, to let this go. It might have been crazy to admit to, but he would do anything to keep this in his life. The happiness she brought him, the lightness he felt in his chest whenever she was around, the smile that came to his face whenever she crossed his mind. And how every moment he spent with her, he was sure he was falling even harder for her.

A very content sigh had passed Tatiana’s lips as she had felt Mark’s lips travel down her jaw and onto her neck. The blonde had racked her hair off her neck as her hands had gently rested on his chest. She was happy, she felt happy and for once she didn’t have to worry about what someone fought of her. She understood her sister’s worries on how this would ruin their family reputation but she was happy; Mark made her happy. “New idea.” Tatiana began softy as her fingers fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. “How bout we turn off the oven and keep doing this.” she suggested. 

Every time he saw her, he just fell for her more. She was perfect. Smart, beautiful, even had that little bit of mischief in her. Tatiana was everything he had ever wanted, and he couldn’t feel luckier that he had actually gotten her. That he, after many years of pining after her, desperate for any sort of affection from her, would be here with her. It was a dream come true.

It was something dangerous for her. Tatiana knew that her family, her sister would completely think the girl who was driving to be a pureblood status was messing around with a Muggleborn boy. She was actually scared for her fathers reaction to the matter but Tatiana actually didn’t care, She had finally let the boy in. Taitiana’s lips refused to leave Marks as her hands rested on his shoulders

He smiled against her lips, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.  “We’ll figure that out in seven minutes.” Mark chuckled, shuddering slightly at her touch.

Tatiana had listened to him as she had gently sat herself on top of the counter, pulling at his shirt playfully wanting to close the gap between them. “I think we can deal with seven minutes.” Tatiana commented softy with a faint smile creeping onto her lips

As much as he enjoyed kissing Tatiana – and he enjoyed it very much – he knew he wouldn’t want to pull away once the timer went off if they kept going. Still, he couldn’t find it in him to break the embrace and started gently pushing her back towards the counter.

Tatiana had felt her back collide with the counter gently as she had let out a faint laugh pass her lips. “Mark.” she said in between kisses. “What’s going to happen when the timer goes off” she quizzed, her lips not leaving his as her hands trailed down his chest slowly.

Mark smiled as he pressed into the kiss, his grasp around her waist slightly tightened as he pulled her close. Every time their lips touched was reminiscent of their first kiss, the same spark he had felt that night present in even the slightest brush.

Tati had left her arms linked as her lips didn’t leave his. The words of her sister did ring in the back of her mind thinking she shouldn’t be leading Mark on but, she was somehow drawn her into him and she didn’t want to leave. 

“Hm, that’s a very good question…” Mark pursed his lips for a moment while he pretended to give his answer some thought. Gently, he placed a kiss to her lips, his hand moving from her hip to her jawline, cradling the side of her face.

Tatiana had felt his lips meet hers as she couldn’t help but smile. She had gently rested her hand on the back of his neck. “I think I could live with this.” Tatiana purred against his lips

His smile softened at that statement, he turned to gaze at her, take in every feature. “You’re right. I guess I did get pretty lucky, didn’t I?” he murmured, gently lacing his fingers between her own as he slid his other hand around her waist. “And now we have nine to eleven minutes of waiting.”

Tatiana had nodded her head gently as her fingers had intertwined with his as she felt the hand on her hip. “I think your doing okay.” Tatiana promised him softy as her eyes had caught his gaze. “And what do you propose we do with those nine to eleven minutes?” she asked him

“And that’s why his name is Lucky. More luck with the ladies than I do,” he joked lightly. Once they had finished placing all the biscuits, he loaded the tray into the oven and set the timer. “Another little trick,” Mark continued, tapping the button a few times to set the clock, “Is to use a timer. I’ll forget I’m making something if I don’t.”

“Hey I think you’ve done pretty well. It’s the second date and i’m already in your house.” Tatiana joked with a small smile pressed on her lips as she watched him closely, nodding her head along to the instructions. “Timer, gotcha.” She said with a firm nod. 

He paused, breaking off a piece of the dough to set on the tray and looked at her, eyebrow raised. “You’re going to bake something from scratch for me? Someone’s got it bad,” Mark teased, holding the dough brick out for her. “I appreciate everything you do, Tati.”

“Oh, you thought I was talking about baking something for you.. I was talking about your dog.” Tatiana joked with a small laugh as she had took a hold of the dough brick. “But if these burn, it’s all on you.” she added.

He shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face as he preheated the oven. “Never said I’d teach you from scratch,” Mark quipped. He turned to get a baking sheet, gesturing for her to come over. “I know, not as cute as baking for real would have been. Tell you what, you can use my secret next time you have to bake something. Just don’t tell people you cheated.”

Tatiana couldn’t help but laugh, nodding her head at the males obvious point. “Vaild point.” She said as she had went over to his side. “Okay, so i’m going to bake you something from scratch and your going to apperate it.” she asked him curiously. 

“Mm, close,” he grinned, taking a step into the kitchen – not that far of a walk from the living room. “The secret to making amazing biscuits every single time,” Mark said, opening the freezer door and pulling out a rectangular package, “Is using the pre-made ones.”

Tatiana couldn’t help but laugh. “Knew it.” She said, still watching him closely before she couldn’t help but let her laughter grow even more. “I’ll give that one to you, that’s actually quiet cunning.” She told him

“Could’ve fooled me,” he chuckled, recalling how clean her place had looked in comparison to his. “Uh, Lucky. I know. Totally original name but it suits him. I guess.” Mark knelt down, patting the dog quickly before straightening himself and heading to the kitchen. “Okay, this is a huge baking secret I’m about to share with you, so I’m gonna have to swear you to secrecy.”

“You barely missed the parchment piles.” Tatiana told him as she had walked behind him, following into the kitchen. “Lemmie guess, your a horrible baker yourself and you just wanted me to come and meet your dog?” she joked

He had to let out a small laugh at that, she wasn’t wrong. Although to be fair, he had never thought in a million years he would hear half the things she’s said to him. Mark led her outside, from there apparating to his flat despite the short distance it would have been to walk from the bar. “You’ll have to pardon the mess,” he said sheepishly as he unlocked the door. His place wasn’t that messy, a small pile of clutter here and there and one or two things out of place, but all in all it was presentable. Right as he entered the room, a small terrier came running toward him, jumping excitedly around his ankles. “And the dog. He’s still a pup.”

Tatiana had looked around the flat and to be fair; it was something she actually inspected from the male. “Your fine.” Tati promised him with a nod. “My flats never exactly spotless” she added as she had looked at the small dog as she couldn’t help but smile. She was a complete cat person but the dog was cute. “Does the dog have a name?” she asked

A smirk crossing his face, Mark rose from his chair and gave her hand a slight pull. “You can’t tell me you don’t find the confidence even the tiniest bit sexy. Come on. I’ll prove it. Best biscuits you’ll ever have, I guarantee it.”

“I’ve already called you cute, I think if i admit I found your confidence sexy, you’re head would explode.” Tatiana joked as she couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, alright. They better be good biscuits.” she told him.