Marik Abendroth
He took her hand in his own and squeezed it gently. “No, I like your rambling.” He smiles softly though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He’ll remember not to give anything with pineapple to Angel. Things like that worried him. “I don’t really have anyone around here to talk to… And I really like talking to you.”
She smiled and placed her bottle down sand shifted on the couch. Then she leaned forwrd and hugged him gently. “I’m always here for you Marik. Anytime you need me, I’m here.” She pulled back from the hug, letting some of his crimson hair trail through her finger.
Marik couldn’t take it anymore. He gently placed his hand around the back of Angel’s neck, digging his fingers into her hair, then pulled her forward so her lips were pressed gently but firmly against his. After a few moments he pulled away abruptly. A light blush coated his cheeks. “I… I-I’m sorry… I got caught up in the moment…”
Angel blushed harshly, and gave a small gasp, having been caught off guard. She bit her lip, but grinned. She gently put her left hand on the back of Marik’s neck and pulled him down so she could kiss him again.
Marik smiles softly into the kiss and wraps his arms around her waist to pull her closer. He turns his head a little more to deepen the kiss. He puts one hand in her hair and the other on the small of her back.
A light shiver crept up her spine and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. She ran her fingers through his hair again, and tangled her fingers there, but didn’t tug on the crimson hair.
