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Fix My Mechanical Heart

The two continued to walk together in a comfortable silence the whole way through before they finally got back to their apartment. "Home, sweet home," Mark said as he led them both inside.
 
Mark looked over at Kiora and grinned as they both walked up the steps. "Man, you look so beautiful with your hair down like that," he remarked.
 
Mark laughed and shuddered as he felt Kiora's nose against his neck, opening the door to their apartment and bringing them inside. "Thank you for the compliment."
 
Kiora smiled. "Seems only fitting I get to torture you a bit since you made me blush in the restaurant.
 
Having a sudden change of mind about something, Mark decided to stand back up. "Sorry, just give me a moment," he said to Kiora as he headed to his room. "I'm going to go change out of this. You can change out of your dress too, if you want."
 
Kiora smiled and got up as well, nodding and going to her room. When she came out, she was wearing a lose fitting top and a pair of baggy sweat pants, her hair hanging from her head past her butt and down to her knees. Sometimes she thought about cutting it, but it was to time consuming.
 
Mark emerged from his room soon after, wearing his black and red flannel pajama pants along with a loose grey top. He sat down on the couch again, letting out a sigh as he did so.
 
Kiora smiled and scooted next to him, leaning against his chest in comfort. Her red hair was cascaded around her as she sat there with him. 'Much better." She mumbled.
 
"I could say the same thing," Mark responded quietly, wrapping an arm around Kiora's back and gently stroking her long hair.
 
Mark immediately ceased the gesture and tilted his head back upon feeling Kiora's lips and breath on the skin of his neck. "Aw, damn it..." he moaned, his hand moving to her shoulder to grip it.
 
Kiora giggled a little bit, biting the skin playfully as if to taunt him. She was seeing how close to death she could flirt with.
 
Mark sent a glare her way. "I suppose this is your way of teasing me," he grumbled as he squirmed beside Kiora.
 
Mark moaned again, louder this time, as he fought to calm himself down. So far, it wasn't working very well.
 
Mark was hanging by a thread of control right now, shivering and gripping Kiora's shoulder even tighter. She really seemed to enjoy this.
 
With the remnants of his self-control having vanished, Mark gripped Kiora's hair to pull her away from his neck as gently as he could, before he moved in to press his lips against hers, now taking a tight hold of her hips with both hands.
 
Mark's hands moved up to the sides of Kiora's body as their lips continued to move against each other. He found it difficult to try to restrain himself; she had really pushed him over the edge.
 

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