bohemian_mark | Not Of Milliways: Mark/Faith AU: Of Boxers and the Loft

He can't really believe that he just did that. His face is rather red as he slips into the Loft, past everyone, who weren't even paying attention. Yes, he knew that they'd probably already wondered who the girl was he'd left with, but at the moment, everyone seemed more interested in each other than Mark. However, what he wasn't expecting was that she would follow him home.

"Hey, Mark? You left these on my exhaust pipe." Faith was standing, leaning on the door of the Loft with a pair of orange polka-dot boxershorts on her finger. Mark turned as he was about to go into his room, and gaped.

"Oh, er, thanks Faith. Everyone, this is Faith. Faith, this is, er, Collins, Angel, Roger, Mimi, Maureen, and Joanne." He pointed everyone out as he introduced them.

"Holy shit, Mark, I didn't know that you..." Roger smirked, but was cut off by Mark himself.

"Shut it, Roger. I've found Grateful Dead boxers in the couch before. Besides, how long have we been doing each others' laundry? Not like you haven't seen my boxers before."

"I don't think that's what he meant, Mark." Maureen finally found her voice. "I think that he was more meaning the fact that your underthings were on someone's exhaust pipe."

Mimi, smirking, joined in. "And to top that off, someone from a club that you just met."

"Oh, Mark's full of surprises. You'd be surprised how kinky he can be." Faith smirked, crossing the room easily, and wrapping herself around Mark, kissing him thouroughly and rather sensually on the lips.

Everyone gaped, not even able to find words as Faith pulled Mark into his bedroom. "Come on, hot stuff. I think I've still got some more in me. Let's really give them something to listen for." The next hour was perhaps one of the noisier the Loft had seen. In a while at least. When Faith and Mark finally emerged, no one was around.

Faith smirked. "Well, that worked." She pulled him down on the couch. "Again?"