Mark's POV: A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 14

It had been about 3 weeks. We had stayed together and I had told my Markiplites that I finally had a Girliplier. Most of the comments were happy, but others not so much.

I liked it at her house, so we were there a lot. I could tell that (f/n) was happier now. She would always look at me with affectionate eyes. It'd all make me think back to the day in the park. If it hadn't been for that day, I wouldn't be sitting here with her right now. She was just so perfect. She didn't understand that she was. She was too beautiful for life. Too beautiful to even be with me. I was overly lucky.

She was different. She was unlike other people but yet she was still the same. She was normal in the contexts that she was a person wanting to fit into normal life. But she was different in the context that she wasn't fitting in, that she was like no other girl I had ever met. She was strong, passionate, creative, she rarely ever got mad. She was just different in my eyes.

We were sitting on the couch and she was teaching me to draw again. I was starting to get angry. Why is this so hard? "I'm never gonna get it."

"Just think of the kittens, Mark," she said sweetly. She kissed my cheek. She had been watching some of my videos. I looked at her, thinking.

"You know, you really should 'paint me like one of your French girls'."

"On a canvas?"

"No, like, literally paint me. I'll be your canvas. Oh! I know! We'll paint each other," I exclaimed. This would be fun.

"I don't know, Mark."

"It'll be fun, trust me."

She gave in. We moved all of the furniture out of the room and laid down a plastic wrap so that the floor wouldn't be messy. When we got paint, we stood across from each other. They were non toxic paint tubs, so they shouldn't hurt us.

"Okay," she said, "on the count of 3, we'll throw a whole tub of paint on each other."

I began to chuckle as I nodded. She began to count and when she was at 2 I splashed the whole tub of paint onto her body. She had an evil look in her eye, and she poured the whole tub on my head. My vision was interrupted by blue. I spit some of the paint out and wiped my eyes to see. (F/n) was laughing. I couldn't help but smile as we both grabbed paint brushes.

She got green paint on hers, while I got red. I splattered the paint all over her face. We both laughed. She came closer to me and drew a big smiley face on my shirt. Good thing this paint was washable.

When we were completely covered, I couldn't help but look at her. Even when he was covered with paint she was gorgeous. I stood next to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You know, (f/n), my lips are blue right now."

"Yes, and mine are red," she giggled, nervously. I smiled, reassuring her.

"Wanna make purple?"

Before I knew it, it was (f/n) who had kissed me. Our lips moved together like waves do in the ocean. I moved her closer to me as she put her arms around my neck. I made my way down to her neck, smiling into it as I kissed it tenderly. Her neck was warm. I stopped, moving my face to look back at hers, "(f/n), we still haven't painted all of each other yet."

"No, we haven't have we?" She began lifting my shirt, getting it off. She dipped her hands in purple paint, leaving hand prints going up my spine and chest. It felt cool, but it felt desiring too. She pulled me back down to kiss me. I got my tongue into her mouth, exploring it. This made everything happening ten times more desiring.

I broke the kiss, tugging her tank top from off of her. I dipped my fingers in yellow paint, sliding it down her back. I brushed our lips together. She squeaked, probably from the coldness of the paint. I was hoping I wasn't moving to fast, but I unbuttoned her pants slowly. She gave me a look of fear, stopping me. I put my fingers up to her lips, hoping my eyes would reassure her. "It'll be okay, I promise," I told her, and I just felt that this time right here and now, was right.

She let me unbutton her pants. I got them off. I painted up her thigh with red paint, making my way to a certain area. She undid my pants, taking them off as well. We both were almost naked.

We painted each other's bodies until there was nothing else left to paint. That's when we slipped, me ending up on top of her. She gave me a look, telling me she was okay, which relieved me. I dipped my hand in some paint on the floor, painting up to her thigh as I kissed her neck, chest, and stomach. I unhooked her bra, still trying to tell her everything would be okay. I got my boxers off, then her underwear. I looked at her with eyes full of affection and lust. I hoped there was more love that she could see instead of lust.

The rest of it was just a memory now. After this was all done, I had laid her in her bed, she was halfway asleep. I covered her up , kissing her forehead. I hope she didn't hate me for doing that. I only did it because I loved her, and it felt right. I stepped into the shower, washing all the paint off.