The two ladies were back with grocery bags and paper bags for the beach wear they scored while window shopping. It has been a long time since they had this carefree time together. They talked free and easy with each other, comparing notes on they work, social and intimate life.
When they arrived, the two gentlemen were sitting at the living room enjoying a can of beer. They seemed to have done their 'cleaning jobs' and are now enjoying some rest. The apartment was clean in the first place so it they only had to do some vacuum cleaning and wiping furniture. The two stood synchronized to help them carry the items to the kitchen.
"You did some shopping?" Tim observed the paper bags they had.
"Yup!" Pam giddily smiled at him "I got you a board short." Tim kissed her on the cheeks as a way of saying thank you.
"Which part did you clean babe?" Jenna asked Mark.
"I was assigned floor manager; I did the vacuum cleaning of the house." Mark was proud of his contribution. Jenna raised her right brow and took a glance of the place showing some signs of approval for a job well done.
"And you?" Pam wanted to hear what Tim role was.
"You can check the bathroom and kitchen."
Pam acted like inspecting the kitchen and the bathroom, "oh you did well!'
The gentlemen exchanged a meaningful glance with each other. In reality it only took them a little less than an hour to clean the place. Mark was googling for a jewelry store nearby such that after cleaning they would be able to make a quick visit.
"What are we having for Christmas Eve dinner My Queen," Tim in low tone said this near Pam's ear. This endearment did not escape Jenna's ears.
"So, marriage promoted you from Pim to Queen?!" Jenna reacted in exaggeration. She bowed to Pam, "greetings your highness. How does it feel to be a Queen? Ever since I moved to this guy's pad, I have been a slave." Jenna said this light-heartedly, but it did not register well with Mark.
"I did not know you have this complain…"
"Ooops I am sorry My King. I was born and raised to be your slave. I will serve you well." Mark fell into silence. He became sensitive after what happened last night. This did not go unnoticed.
To avoid the awkward situation, "hubby help me season the meat." They went all the way to the kitchen leaving the two in the dining area.
Despite her strong personality, Jenna is submissive to Mark most of the time, especially when they decided to live together. When she realized that she wanted to be with Mark forever even as a common law wife or partner, she slowly changed her temperament because she truly love him.
"Can I not joke around now? "She moved closer to Mark and hugged him. "I am sorry, don't be mad." Mark did not respond. Instead he removed her arms encircling his waist and turned around to go to their room.
"Babe…"
With her attitude of being confrontational, he knew that Jenna will follow.
Mark stood facing the bed.
"Are you really mad? "
There was still no response.
Jenna is now getting a little frustrated. "Is this how you plan to treat me moving forward? Aren't we free and easy with each other? Will you be mad at me when I joke around?" Thinking about it she cared less before. She always had the mindset that they are just using each other physically. Previously by acting that way, she has no expectations from Mark but since he gave her the idea of 'marriage', her dream of having a beautiful family suddenly had hope.
Mark finally turned around sensing she is getting emotional. Jenna's head was low.
"Look at me." Mark said gently.
She stood motionless. "Are you not going to look at me?" He was commanding. It is true that when they started to live together, he discovered she always made the effort to please him, putting organization in his life, making him dependent on her. However, he also liked her temper which was slowly fading from her personality.
Jenna's hand was trembling. She could no longer act tough in front of Mark. More than anything else, she felt like an over-used doll that can be thrown anytime. While Mark has become a one-man woman, she is constantly fearing he can leave her one day. Sometimes she just wanted to drift away from him. Maybe she will never realize having the warmth of a family.
"Why are becoming like this? Are you losing confidence?"
He walked towards her and hugged her tightly. "Jenna, I love your colorful personality, I love your toughness, I love your face, your body, I love everything about you. I don't want you to feel like you are inferior." Mark slowly put on something on her ring finger.
"I can no longer wait; I want you to marry me. I cannot let you go. "
Jenna was speechless, last time she said she will think about it because she doesn't know whether he really love her, or he just wanted to continue that she exclusively have sex with him.
"Babe…" She cried.
"I am sorry for not asking again. How could I assume that you will be straight forward and ask me for the marriage I once proposed? I love you Jenna. When I said I am scared, I am truly scared to hurt and lose you."
Since he did not ask but demanded that she marry him, Jenna kissed Mark passionately. Tears are rolling down her face. No matter how tough she is, she had insecurities. She longed to have a family of her own. A husband who will love him and take care of him. She wanted to have kids, not one or two.
The kiss escalated; their clothes quickly fell one by one. Mark has been restraining himself. He will never get enough of Jenna it has been 3 days and he felt like he needed the vitamins that her body can give him. They can only begin romantically but end roughly on bed activities. Mark pounded her mercilessly in this activity nobody knows who the slave is because Jenna will always make it a point that to have a moment on top and dominate him.