“mhm” You murmur sleepily, you feel Marks mouth slot against yours, a perfect fit really. The feeling of soft kisses against your skin is what lulls you out of your siesta. “Mark, cut it out.” You grumble, palms splaying out against his toned chest lightly pushing. “One more.” he says softly, pressing a lingering kiss against your cheek. Hes been off planet for a while, what can he say? He missed you, more than he thought he would.

You turn on your side, hoping that maybe you can drift off to sleep again, the “welcome home” had been particularly tiring. He drags you closer by your waist, pressing his chest against your back, gently brushing your hair out of the way so he can kiss your neck. Lightly scraping his teeth against your skin till you get chills and eventually grumble again. He pulls his your shirt to the side to rub the skin of your shoulder. He just wants to touch you, kiss you, smell you, love you.

“You smell like me.” He grumbles, wrapping his arms around your middle, sliding his hands under your shirt to run his fingers over the waistband of your panties.

“You’re an idiot.” You murmur back, sighing softly. Of course you smell like him, wearing his clothes, and sleeping in his bed.

“Don’t be mean.” He says and you can feel him smiling against your neck.