A Bouncing Bunny

Mark sat anxiously waiting in his room for Chloe to return. He thought about what he would like to do with Chloe and, more importantly, what he would like to say to her, about how he felt. I could always copy Merida’s Red Threads to get a better understanding. No, that’s cheating. Chloe deserves for me to do this properly. Mark still wasn’t sure how to describe his feelings towards Chloe.

He was certain that even with the argument earlier, he wanted to make sure she knew he still cared. Her being angry with me might actually make the sex better. Mark frowned as he thought that. She isn’t just a sex object.

He got up out of bed several times, thinking about going to see Ellen or Aubrey since they were both incapacitated too, but decided against it to focus on Chloe. Hilde stopped by several times to work on fixing his glitches, but told him that she needed him to be quiet while she worked so she could focus. So he just continued planning his evening.

Several hours later, he had come up with several plans and hoped that Chloe would like at least one of them. Hilde had just left for the fifth time and said that she had succeeded in fixing his copy of Messing With The Code, finally, so he could now work on the issue as well.

When Chloe entered his suite for the evening, she slammed the button to close the door and immediately went to get changed out of her gear into something more comfortable. She very deliberately did not acknowledge Mark as she did all this.

Once she was changed into a pair of dark sweatpants and a baggy long-sleeved t-shirt, she finally looked at him, saying nothing. Mark broke the silence. “I take it you’re still mad at me then?”

Chloe said, “No… Yes. This stupid transformation that Sadie gave me is making it really hard to stay upset with you, because I just keep thinking about all the things you’ve done to and for me that I like.”

Mark asked a little teasingly but also genuinely curious, “Such aaaaas?”

“You know damn well what.” Chloe strode over to the bed and angrily flopped down on it, burying her face in a fluffy pillow.

“Well… if you want, I’ll leave you be, but I did come up with several things for us to do this evening, in addition to making you dinner.” Mark heard Chloe’s stomach rumble at the mention of food.

Chloe rolled over to face him on the bed. “Damn you, and your temptations of food.” Chloe got up and went over to the table. Mark went to the kitchenette and grabbed the prepared dinner, placing both plates down on the table.

As Mark walked over to the table, things in the room began to change as well. A pair of lit candles appeared on the table. The scent of cherry blossoms wafted up into the air from the pool below. The comfy outfit Chloe had selected was replaced by a far more daring and revealing outfit that showed off a lot of cleavage. A well-fitting shirt, tie, and slacks replaced Mark’s gear. The lighting that normally illuminated the cavernous room dimmed.

Mark looked around curiously as everything changed, and lingered on Chloe’s new outfit. “Well damn, that’s really nice. I’m guessing this is one of the boosts working right?”

Chloe shrugged as she dug into the food with abandon, and it tasted damn good. She said, “I would assume so, but your guess is as good as mine. Now, I can tell this is a fish, but I don’t know what kind.”

Mark explained, “It’s a garlic-roasted monkfish, with couscous and sun-dried tomatoes.”

Chloe asked, “Seriously, if you can cook this well, why are we being pushed to cook for you?”

“Food always tastes better when someone else makes it specifically for you.”

Chloe begrudgingly nodded, “Point. So what are these plans of yours? I assume copious amounts of sex.”

“Only if you want. The first one has no sex. I was thinking we could continue our Disney movie marathon and just cuddle.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “You’re seriously okay with that?”

Mark nodded, “Chloe, you are my girlfriend, not my sex toy. Even if you like being treated like that in bed, that’s only in bed for me. Maybe a few other places too, but not all the time.”

Chloe paused, chewing mid-bite, a little surprised and almost believing Mark was serious. She swallowed and asked, “What are the other plans?”

“Well, let’s jump to the other end of the spectrum, as almost everything else is something between the two. After we are finished with food, I get to do whatever I want with you. I will gag you and treat you like the toy you long for me to treat you as, and do whatever I please with you.” Mark smirked at Chloe with slight anticipation.

Chloe gulped, hearing that, but also got a little excited. “That’s… a bit ****.”

“Again, that’s the other far end. The only two that I would consider not falling directly between the two are me deliberately breeding you and asking Aubrey to join us for a three-way.”

Chloe had a coughing fit hearing that. “Aubrey wouldn’t join us. The first time she has sex with you, she wants it to just be the two of you.”

Mark nodded, “Fair enough.” She just glossed over the breeding bit… interesting. “I could go into more detail on the other plans, but I really don’t know where you are mentally right now.”

Chloe mulled it over for a bit, “The only thing I know is that I need to suck your dick tonight, badly. You won’t say no to that, right?”

“I won’t.”

Chloe breathed out a sigh of relief. Mark noticed Chloe seemed to simply keep her fork in her mouth between bites when she wasn’t talking.

Mark asked, “How are you dealing with the new fixation?”

“Poorly,” Chloe admitted honestly. “It’s not the end of the world, but I’ve been going through the suckers rather quickly. Most of them have rather harmless effects, but occasionally they spike my arousal for a while.”

“Why not get something that won’t **** with sucking?”

Chloe replied, “I intend to, but I’m not sure what yet.”

Mark smirked, “Well, I got something for you to suck on tonight. Besides my dick, I mean.”

Chloe pushed her lips to one side, fork still inside, as she furrowed her brows in annoyance. After finishing her current bite, she said, “Let me guess, a gag?”

“I’ve got those too, but no.” Mark was glad to find his bag right next to his chair, courtesy of Chloe’s boost, and reached into it, pulling out a box. He placed it on the table and slid it across. Chloe eyed the box; It was long and rectangular.

Chloe didn’t touch the box. “You’re bribing me?”

“It isn’t a bribe. We don’t agree about something. That’s going to happen, and I can’t simply back down from my position to appease you.”

Chloe retorted, “You actually could.”

Mark shook his head, “No. I can’t. I have to be fair and consistent for all of you. I’m not saying I won’t hear your arguments, but I won’t simply throw my hands up in the air and give in because it is easier. If I start doing that, it’ll become a habit.”

Chloe pointed her fork at the box, “Then this is what? Because you know I’d have to repay you for any kind of gift.”

“It is a gift.”

“For which I’ll be indebted to you.” Chloe slightly frowned, which she found hard to maintain, as she suddenly thought about all the various interesting ways she could pay off that debt with Mark this evening, which would make her very, very happy.

“That wasn’t my intent. I just thought you might appreciate something like this.”

Chloe begrudgingly opened the box and stared at the contents in confusion. She saw what looked like a set of pens. Each was a different color of the rainbow and looked like silicone, instead of actual functional pens. There was also a solid black and a solid eggshell white one as well. Chloe asked, “Pens? No… what are these?”

“So, I remembered something I saw online at some point, while looking up something else. Oral fixations are a real thing, and there are those who cater to them. You should be able to use these. They also have a small hole at one end, so you could use them as a necklace if you slip something through it. These are also a little magical as they function as working pens with infinite ink.”

“I see…” Chloe wasn’t sure how to feel about this. “If these are magic, how did you get them?”

“They weren’t expensive. Just 100 BP.”

“But why?” Chloe asked.

Mark let out an exasperated sigh, “Is it really that hard to believe that I genuinely care about you? That I thought about something that was clearly bothering you and got something I thought would help?”

Chloe didn’t answer or meet Mark’s gaze for a long time, as she picked at the smallest scraps on her plate. “Mark, we barely know one another. You’re kind enough, and the show has given you a killer body… but the idea that we’re at a point where this is more than something physical…” Chloe closed her eyes and suddenly had another thought creep into her head, one with her in a white dress at an altar with Mark. She shook her head to clear it of the distracting thought.

Mark said, “Chloe, I’m not sure exactly what it is we have, but it is definitely more than physical. At least for me, and I think it is for you too. As for knowing one another. We’ve spent… what’s it been now? A month on this show? That isn’t nothing, especially when we interact regularly because of it. You say I don’t know a lot about you, but tell me, how many people have you actually talked to about your family history?”

Chloe’s expression turned to ice as she stared at Mark, “Don’t bring them into this.”

Mark held his hands up in apology. “I’m sorry. But my point stands; we’ve talked about some fairly heavy things together. That sort of vulnerability and openness creates a connection.”

“Sure it does,” Chloe replied dismissively.

“It does for me.” Mark reached out a hand across the table, gently placing it on top of Chloe’s hand.

Chloe didn’t look at Mark, but she didn’t pull her hand away either. “So, a couple of weeks and you just fall in love with a dozen women, at the drop of a hat?”

“It isn’t like that. First of all, I’m not in love with everyone in the harem. Second, **** situations can cause **** emotions to form.” Mark gently squeezed Chloe’s hand.

Chloe asked, one part hopeful and the other part sarcastically, “And I’m one of your special people?”

Mark remained quiet for a moment and stared at Chloe, waiting for her to look at him. It took her a while before she wondered why he wasn’t saying anything and glanced up. Mark said, “I think you are.”

Chloe saw his faint, affectionate smile and felt uncomfortable by the implications of it. “You think? Meaning you aren’t sure?” Chloe said, slightly annoyed.

“Yes.”

Chloe hadn’t expected a direct response like that. She assumed Mark would seek to clarify in some manner, whether to make it clear or worm around the issue. Chloe asked, “How can’t you be sure?”

“Because my brain and heart are fighting about semantics is the best way I can describe it.”

Chloe pursed her lips, not amused, “Explain.” Her tone in the short command was clear. No matter how convoluted this was, Mark wasn’t getting out of the details.

“Alright. Can you tell me what it means to be in love with someone?”

Chloe shook her head and pulled her hand away from Mark’s to wag a finger at him, “Oh, no! You’re not evading with a question.”

“I’m not trying to evade, really,” Mark replied defensively. “It’s just that for me, love is a combination of things: respect, happiness, joy, but also work. It’s showing up, day in and day out. Taking care of one another.”

Chloe probed, “So, what is making you unsure?”

“All of it, because I do respect you, I enjoy spending time with you, and you are certainly a piece of work.” Mark chuckled, but Chloe did not, though her lips did turn up ever so slightly at the joke. “This isn’t a matter of time, either. It’s that, well, I also find you incredibly frustrating at times, and the idea of disrespecting you and treating you like shit really appeals to a part of me. More so because I know you’d enjoy it if I did.”

It clicked for Chloe, “Oh!” Chloe wasn’t sure she wanted to continue, but with her exclamation, she figured she’d get pressed into it. “You’re conflicted because your brain is saying that doing those things is a sign of an unhealthy relationship. An abusive one. Which isn’t love.”

“Pretty much,” Mark confirmed. “But in here.” Mark tapped his chest. “I desire you. Yes, I want to truss you up and fuck your brains out, but I also want to hold you, stroke your hair, and fall asleep in one another's arms. I know I’ve teased you about it, but I really do want to have a family with you.”

Chloe closed her eyes tightly as she got flashes of Mark doing all the things he described. Mark saw her tense up and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Chloe replied, “Just the transformation from Sadie pushing into my thoughts again. That is a really active transformation, especially around you. So you don’t want to say those three little words to me because you’re conflicted because of my kinks?”

“Maybe? A bit, yeah. I guess.”

Chloe reached across the table and jabbed his chest, “You sure it isn’t because in here you know it isn’t true? That I’m really just a hot piece of ass for you to fuck. That you wouldn’t stay with me if not for the show?”

“NO! That’s not the case! Chloe, let me be abundantly clear about this. I want you. If you were given the chance to leave, I’d want you to stay. I’d ask you to.” Chloe raised her eyebrows at that. Mark took a deep breath and continued, “Saying all that, I guess, actually clears things up for me a bit. Yes, Chloe, I love you.”

Chloe pursed her lips, still not believing it. “Maybe… and if I don’t feel the same way?”

Mark smiled as he replied, “Love is patient.”

FUUUUUUUCK! Was all Chloe could think as she leaned back in her chair. He can’t be serious. Can he? How can he fall this hard? DAMNIT DAMNIT DAMNIT! He’s not supposed to care. Chloe flipped the gift box closed, stood, and placed both hands on the table, glaring at Mark. “Shut the fuck up. You don’t love me. You can’t.” Chloe’s voice was trembling in a **** denial. Chloe strode around the table, giving Mark a view of the latex miniskirt and fishnet leggings Cassandra had chosen for Chloe. Mark couldn’t help but appreciate her long, slender legs. Chloe grabbed Mark’s tie and yanked on it. “Now, let’s make this clear,—”

Mark reached up and grabbed Chloe’s face, “Yes, let’s make this clear.” Mark stood while grabbing something from his bag with his free hand, pulling Chloe upright. “Chloe, I don’t need you to love me. You’ve already given me permission to do what I want with you. Believe me or don’t, I’m not going to have you tell me the way I feel. Now, I’ve made another decision. Since you want to be in denial about my feelings and think I see you as my sex toy so much, that’s what we’re going to do now.” Mark held a ball gag in one hand. Mark started pulling Chloe by the face towards the bed. He then roughly tossed her on the bed. She let out a squeal that was a mix of surprise and delight. Then Mark climbed on top of her. “You’re mine. I’m going to make you see that and feel that tonight, and unless you use the safeword now, I’m gagging you. Then I’m going to do whatever I want to your slutty little holes.”

Chloe’s head was spinning in confusion and lust. What the fuck? Where did this come from? Wherever it came from, I like it. Wait… the gag? I… but… I don’t know… “Mark, I… yellow, Mark, stop for a sec, I need time to think.”

Mark held the gag but didn’t move further. He did stare down at her with hunger in his eyes.

Chloe asked, “Mark, when you say whatever…”

Mark leaned over and whispered into Chloe’s ear. “I mean, whatever. Fucking you until you pass out, or after you pass out. Breeding you like the bunny you are. I intend to show you that you’re mine, and how I care for what’s mine.” Mark added a bit of a growl to his voice towards the end.

Chloe bit her lip. “I’ll agree to the gag on three conditions.” Mark nodded for her to continue. “First, no messing with my fertility. Second, no butt stuff. Third, afterwards, I still get to suck your dick.”

“Works for me. Then open your fucking mouth, my slutty little bunny.” Mark hardly waited for her to get it open before shoving it in. It made a nice popping sound as he pushed it in. Chloe felt a pleasant tingling sensation along with the discomfort of her jaw, thanks to Sticks and Stones. The pleasure felt like someone gently stroking her thigh. Mark found a pair of handcuffs magically appear on the nightstand. Mark flipped Chloe over onto her stomach and cuffed her hands behind her back. “You know, I’m fairly certain I’m going to make permanent the option that simply takes care of date stuff for you. It’s like anything I could need just happens to be in the right place.”

Mark then gently rolled Chloe onto her back again. Chloe was confused, though, when Mark lay down with his back propped up against a stack of pillows near the headboard. Mark pulled Chloe up into a similar position with her head resting on his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close. He tilted her head up so he could stare her in the eyes. “I said I’d do whatever I want with you. Right now, I’ve decided that is going to make you stew as I’m sure that those cuffs and gag are going to be distracting.”

Chloe’s eyes went wide when she realized what Mark was doing when a screen lowered from the ceiling at the foot of the bed. She let out a muffled, “Miph mm nnt whht ww ta a ooing.”

“Shhh! The movie’s starting. If you don’t behave, I’ll have to find another way to teach you to shut your mouth. I could stick a vibrator inside you for the whole movie if you aren’t good. Maybe add some nipple clamps. Or are you going to be my good little toy and be quiet while we enjoy a movie together?”

Chloe glared at Mark, or at least tried to, as it was rather hard for her to control her facial muscles with her mouth **** open. Okay, that sounds fun… except for the part where it would be for at least an hour. I guess I can be good for him. I wonder if this is him trying to show me it isn’t all about sex for him? Nah, this is him just being a prick, because he knows I’m turned on by that. Right?

Chloe let out an annoyed groan for a moment before wiggling slightly into a more comfortable position. Afterwards, she stopped struggling but found her jaw getting sore as 101 Dalmatians dragged on. At first, it was a slight discomfort that also felt like a gentle caress, but it grew into a dull ache and the fondling of her breasts, into a throbbing that sent jolts of pleasure throughout her body. The increase in pleasure as things went on caused her to squirm. Mark was good to his word. As she moved and made sounds of pleasure through the gag, he would respond, to teach her not to disrupt the movie.

A pinch of the butt, A bite on her neck. A flick of her nipples. Each one made the next violation come sooner. Chloe had a hard time telling if Mark was paying attention to her most of the time, but even though his eyes were nearly glued to the screen, he never missed a single time she made a peep, and punished her. He also held her gently against him and absentmindedly stroked her arm.

When the movie finally finished, Chloe was a mess. She wanted release from the constant pleasure she had been enduring. She looked up at Mark with pleading eyes. Mark held her face and said, “Not yet, my bunny.” Mark started to pull down her dress, to which she eagerly assisted. Mark placed her on her stomach again as he positioned himself to give her a massage. Mark leaned over, holding something in his hand out for Chloe to see. “I got this from my free samples. I think you’re the perfect one to use it on.” Mark held out a vial of liquid. “Enjoy, I’m sure I will.”

Chloe squirmed helplessly beneath Mark as he poured some of the cool liquid onto Chloe’s back and started to massage it into her. While initially cool, wherever the liquid touched seemed to heat up, and it only cooled again at Mark’s touch. Mark started with her shoulders and worked his way down, applying more of the massage oil when it started to feel thin. When he reached her ass, Mark made sure to savor her plump rear. He kneaded it for far longer than her back, making sure to really get a thorough application of the oil into it.

At this point, Chloe could hardly remain still, as the desire to be touched all over her back was overwhelming. It was pleasurable but also painful, which caused it to be even more pleasurable than intended. She was moaning nearly constantly through her gag, while trying to roll over, and shaking her head from side to side.

Mark flipped her onto her back, pulling one leg into the air as he began to work on coating it as well. Mark stared at Chloe’s pleading face for mercy but did not grant it. Instead, he leaned over and stroked her chin, lightly coating it with the oil as he said, “I’m going to drive you wild tonight. I wonder how long this stuff will last, as it didn’t say, besides that it was temporary. Now, where was I? Oh, right, your other leg.” Mark continued to coat Chloe’s body until everything below her head glistened with a faint sheen of oil. Then Mark got off of her.

Chloe looked at Mark with wide pleading eyes. Mark put her on her side and undid her cuffs. With her hands free, Chloe immediately jumped on Mark, grabbing his wrists, pulling them towards her skin. Mark easily broke free and grabbed Chloe’s wrists. Mark chastised her, “Now, now, if you try that again, I’ll put the cuffs back on. You aren’t the one in control here, but rather my needy slut. Do you understand?” Chloe took a moment but nodded. Mark could feel her entire body trembling. Mark let go of Chloe’s wrists and just lay there for a moment to see if Chloe would actually restrain herself.

Chloe gripped Mark’s sides with her legs tightly to control her need, but it did little to help. Mark reached up and removed Chloe’s gag, then lightly patted her face, “There, such a good little slut. I’m sure you enjoyed things so far, haven’t you?”

“Get fucked, Mark!” Chloe placed both hands on his chest. “This has been ****.”

Mark pulled her face down into a kiss, “Yeah, but you love to be tortured. As for getting fucked? Well, I intend to. See my needy slutty bunny, if you want me to touch you, then you'd best get my dick inside you.”

Chloe stared down at Mark, “You bastard… Are you serious?”

Mark just smirked as he let go of Chloe’s wrists and placed his hands flat on the bed. “I should mention that only the touch of the person who applied the oil can bring relief.” Chloe scowled at Mark, but was already undoing his pants.

Chloe said, “You blackmailing motherfucker!” Chloe lowered herself onto his dick. “Now touch me, asshole.”

Mark obliged and started to gently caress her back with just his fingertips at first. Creating an intricate web of heat and coolness for Chloe, as only the places he touched felt relief and not for long. Chloe unbuttoned Mark’s shirt as she slowly rode him. “Mark, please! Touch me more, it’s… It’s way too much.” As soon as Mark’s shirt was open, she pressed in tightly against his bare chest, feeling a little relief, but not as much as when Mark used his hands.

Mark gripped Chloe’s ass and started to bounce her more vigorously. He whispered into her ear. “You’re my bitch understand? A bitch in heat and I’m going to fuck you silly tonight. Where I finish will be up to you, but if I finish anywhere but inside your body, we’ll be done for the night. Same if you leave my dick cold for more than a minute.”

“You utter bastard. If you weren’t such a good fuck.” Chloe let out a moan of pleasure as she climaxed.

Mark pulled her back by her hair, “If I weren’t such a good fuck, what? You’d wouldn’t let me try and breed you like the animal you are?” Mark had kept Chloe bouncing on his dick and came as he said that. “As I said, it’s up to you where I cum, guess you might need to start being a bit more honest with yourself. After all, only a real slut would let herself get knocked up by someone she doesn’t even like.”

Chloe looked at Mark accusingly, “You didn’t… I specifically said—”

“Of course I didn’t, Chloe. I abided by the terms you set. I didn’t touch your fertility. That, of course, means I didn’t lower it either. Meaning you have a five percent chance of being pregnant now.” Mark smirked, “I wonder how many more times you’re going to make me cum tonight.”

Chloe was still rocking her hips back and forth, “You know I could just edge you until this wears off.”

Mark continued to smile at Chloe, “Oh? Can you? Can you really? Because my dick is your ideal, and it has changed in ways that some of you aren’t willing to admit.” Mark pulled Chloe in, tightly wrapping his entire arms around her, granting her immense relief, such that she practically melted in his arms. Mark made sure to continuously stroke all over her body, but he wasn’t rough. Chloe’s hips never stopped rocking back and forth. “Chloe, I feel close.”

Chloe replied breathily, “Me too.” She didn’t stop or move to reposition.

“Chloe…” Mark pulled her into a kiss, “I love you, but I don’t want to pressure you into something you aren’t ready for.”

“Mark… I can’t believe I’m saying this, but cum inside me. I want you. I might not love you yet, but I care about you, and I know I’m spending my life with you. I’m having a family with you. So, fuck me stupid.” Chloe kissed Mark, shoving her tongue into his mouth, and when he did the same, she couldn’t help but suck down on it. They climaxed together, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Not long after, the heat throughout Chloe’s body started to fade. Chloe said, “Oh, thank god that’s over. I thought it would last a lot longer.”

Mark smirked, “I knew it wouldn’t. It was only for thirty minutes as it was a sample. The full bottle lasts for a whole day if used all at once.”

Chloe shivered at the thought of enduring that for a whole day.

Mark asked, “Were you serious or caught up in the moment?”

Chloe opened one eye while resting her head on Mark’s chest. “You mean about the family thing? Yeah. This is the strangest relationship I’ve ever been in, bar none, but you make me happy. Most of the time. You also make me incredibly frustrated.”

Mark smirked and let out a chuckle, “But you repeat yourself.”

Chloe grumbled, “Shut up.” Chloe grabbed one of Mark’s hands and brought it up to her mouth, and started to suck on his index finger.

Mark said, “Not really what I thought you’d be sucking on.”

Chloe responded with her mouth still full, “You’d rather I take your dick out of my snatch?”

Mark thought about it and then shook his head.

Chloe said, “Then shut up. I’ll get to sucking your dick when I get to it, and I will get to it.”

The two of them just lay there for a while in each other's embrace. Chloe eventually asked, “Do you really mean it? That you love me?”

“I do. It feels weird and a lot different than how I feel about the others, but I don’t want to let you go, ever.” Mark squeezed her tightly. “I want you to know we’re going to be talking about why you feel like you don’t deserve to be loved at some point, but it doesn’t have to be tonight.”

“I don’t feel like that!” Chloe replied defensively and unconvincingly.

“Uh huh… sure. So… you going to be a good girl and clean my dick off?”

“No. I’ll do it in the morning. The craving increases overnight anyway.”

Mark grabbed the gag, “I could always stick this back in so it won’t.”

Chloe shook her head. “Won’t help. I’ve tried leaving stuff in my mouth overnight before. It doesn’t help, unless I’m actively sucking on it. Luckily, it isn’t as if I have to blow you daily to fix the problem.”

“Ah, wake up, blowjobs are the best.” Mark smiled at Chloe.

Mark looked like he had a weird thought enter his brain, so Chloe asked, “What’s up? What devious plot are you cooking up now?”

“I was just thinking that it might be wise to save my spunk for Kitty or Hilde tomorrow. Unless you’ve also acquired a taste for it.”

Chloe gave Mark an unamused stare, “Mark, no, just no. I’m not milking your dick for them. As for the taste, you do realize that your spunk tastes delicious now, right? It isn’t always the same, but it’s like a sticky candy. Or did you just think so many women just happened to happily take your loads in their mouths?”

“I do remember that being the case. I would like to point out that all of you getting with similar versions of me could partially be due to similar fetishes, just saying.”

Chloe just shook her head in disbelief as she lay her head down on Mark’s chest, not bothering to get off of him, or his dick. Mark wrapped an arm around her, and the two slowly drifted off to sleep.