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We're just friends: chapter 1, the wedding. Sweet Angel Jocelyn and the Gladiator

He had only nodded at her comment that he had always used to. It was true, he never just took pleasure, he always showed his appreciation in his words of thanks, and almost always then with repayment of her own pleasure. Some people didn't thank their partner, Mark always had, but that's just how mark was. He thanked everyone for everything.

Speaking of thanking people, the server returned with their drinks and also refilled their water glasses from a jug he was carrying.

After saying thank you returned his attention to Cheyenne and her primping, "No, I probably won't." this time he didn't rise to the bate, his tone was serious contemplative. Then his serious expression cracked into a smile, "But maybe that's a good thing, can you imagine two of you?" he said breaking the tension he had just created with his earlier serious comment.
 
Cheyenne froze at his serious words and the serious look on his face. She had the drink in her hand and was looking at him in slight shock. They had just been joking around, enjoying a nice, though very sexual conversation. And suddenly he was a little down...

She was relieved when he broke the tension. She even laughed. "Oh my god! Two perpetually single, slightly cute, fun-loving girls running around? The world wouldn't be able to handle it." She told him.

She winked as she continued to take sips of her drink.
 
"Yeah, the world doesn't deserve that many good blow jobs." he said with a laugh.

He patted her hand with his with a smile. He wasn't sure what to say next, but at that point the event manager stepped up to a podium and began to start the ceremonial aspect of the reception.

Mark continued to drink his drink as the formalities progressed.
 
Cheyenne watched the formal parts of the ceremony. She enjoyed being close to Mark and could almost imagine that they were on a date. It had been a few years since she'd had fantasies about dates with him. She had a few weeks when she'd considered there was something more than friendship between them, but that quickly drifted away. They were friends, or they had been.

By the time the first round of formalities was over, Cheyenne was already feeling a little tipsy. She didn't hold liquor well and she had been drinking fairly deeply through this whole thing. She let her hand rest on his while grinning. "Are you going to dance with me?" She asked him, leaning a bit closer to him than she might have usually.
 
Mark could say that the formalities weren't bad, but he wished they would be over, because he wanted to eat. He had been drinking and, he thought that wasn't the best thing on an empty stomach. Looking at Cheyenne as she leaned close her soft hand caressing the back of his he nodded, definitely had to slow down until they got food.

"Yeah, but I don't know about you, but I'm going to eat dinner first and wait until other people start dancing rather than just get up and start on my own." his teasing sarcastic response was classic Mark and intended to make her smile.
 
Cheyenne grinned at Mark and nodded her head. "You are right. I'm pretty hungry. I haven't eaten all day..." She confessed, frowning, then she grinned. "I wish this would just get underway. Someone is supposed to be pulling a garter off my thigh with their teeth after dinner." She confessed, then, to tease him, lifted her skirt slightly and angled her legs so that she could show him her smooth, shapely thigh.

"I am looking forward to getting a dance with you." She told him, smiling sweetly.
 
He raised an eyebrow, "I thought Lena got the garder off not you?" he sounded a little confused. His eyes widened as she flashed him a glimps of thigh. "Some one is being naughty tonight." he said with a laugh.

His hand stroked the back of hers, "Of course I will dance with you... and why is it you're so looking forward to it?" he asked with a chuckle.
 
Cheyenne shook her head and smiled. "Well, first Lena gets the garter off, then the brides maids do it." She told him, grinning playfully. "It will be interesting having one of the men biting something off of my thigh." She explained.

"Why? Because you are my best friend and we haven't been able to dance with each other in quite some time." She pointed out. She could hardly remember the last time they had actually danced together.
 
Mark chuckled, he'd never heard of the bridesmaids having it done to them too, but who was he to argue? It definitely sounded interesting. "I might enjoy watching that." he said with a slight snicker.

"Oh yes, cause dancing is totally what best friends do." he said shoving her shoulder playfully. He grinned. "I am looking forward to it too. Its been too long, and we always moved well together." He let his hand rest on hers, stroking the backs of her fingers, and let it linger there probably longer than a friend really should. He had become distracted at watching them begin to serve the dinner. It was sort of a plated dinner, but as the tables weren't as regulated as one would think at a wedding, it was not quite what one would expect.
 
Cheyenne grinned at Mark and nodded her head. IT would be fun to play around with whoever was supposed to remove the garter from her. It would be interesting to see how the man would react to being under her skirt and that close to her lacy panties.

"It is totally what best friends do." She argued, giggling softly. She watched as the food was brought out, her eyes on the waiters and waitresses. She could feel his hand on hers and she liked it, more than a friend should like it, but she didn't dwell on that. She just took her food and looked at that, considering what to talk about from there.
 
He seemed to realize his hand was on hers when their food arrived and slowly pulled it away, his fingertips slipping along her smooth skin. He considered the chicken, potatos and green beans layed out before him and after picking up his knife and fork began to dig in. "This is pretty good." he commented after swallowing his first bite of chicken. "How's yours?"

Mark too found it somewhat difficult to think of something to say for the moment. The alcohol was starting to hit him, and true to form, Mark was getting quieter, more introspective, his thoughts racing, thinking of things he best not think about, but his mouth had slowed while he took time to think like that.
 
Cheyenne smiled at Mark as she ate, taking little nibbles and just relaxing, watching the people she'd known for her entire life. She had thought she would be there with Mark on Lena's wedding day, though the tension (sexual and otherwise) was not what she expected at all.

She wasn't supposed to be uncomfortable with her best friend. She should be having fun, sharing a good time. And she blamed it all on Lisa, the wicked person. She had vanished into her own thoughts as Mark had, unsure what to do with the night right then, but she knew what she suddenly wanted to do.
 
The dinner passed faster than Mark imagined it would. They made small talk about their work, their families, people they hadn't seen in a long time at the wedding and other such topics.

Before he knew it the first dance was underway, and then the second dance started, and the rest of the wedding party began to go out onto the dance floor. Mark sort of knew he would be the one escorting her onto the floor but he decided to be slightly formal about it. He rose smoothly to his feet and offered her his hand, "May I have this dance?" he asked, trying to sound seductive, and coming out a little cheesy, but he was trying to make her smile again.
 
Dinner was nice, there was no pressure, and they were able to push off thoughts of his crappy girlfriend. She didn't think of her lack of a boyfriend, and instead just thought of her time with her best friend.

When Mark stood, Cheyenne laughed and put her hand in his. "How kind of you to ask." She said as she stood and grinned at him. "I have been waiting for you to ask." She teased him as her fingers twined with his and she allowed him to escort her to the dance floor. The song wasn't a fast one, though it wasn't a slow song, either. They would need to get close for it, however.
 
And, her hand was in his again. Mark had initiated the gesture but yet, it still surprised him. Why was he so hyper aware of her touch? They had touched lots of times in their lives. What made it so different tonight? Was he just seeing something that had always been there?

He could feel the softness of her hand as her slender fingers twined with his. He lifted it to his lips for a theatrical gesture as he bowed over it. "Why thank you madam for the dance." he said with a laugh.

He spun her into his arms and his free arm slid around her waist as they moved closer, her other hand still in his hand. "Oh you know I could never turn down the opportunity to dance with you." he said with a soft smile. He leaned forward to kiss her cheek as he pulled her close.
 
Cheyenne smiled as she was spun into his arms and they began to dance close together. Her face brightened, then reddened when he kissed her cheek. "Always the charmer, Marky." She teased him, pressing her body a touch closer to his.

The dance was nice. The floor was filled with her relatives, friends of the family, his family, and her sister and brother-in-law's friends. She could imagine that their families were all wondering when the next wedding would be. Would it be Mark's to Lisa? Her brother Eli's wedding to Marie? Scott to Cali? Who would marry next?

"Are you glad you came?" She asked him as her hand lightly caressed his neck and shoulder.
 
Mark laughed at her joke, "Always." he said shamelessly.

He was strongly aware of her closeness as she pressed closer, her full breasts compressing slightly as they came in contact with his chest, sliding sentually up and down his chest as they moved together. And as mark felt his body reacting to the feel of her so close, the feel of her erotic touches on his neck and shoulder, not meant to be that way but when coupled with the feel of her form against him, causing his body to react, ignighting a need within him. He blushed and was glad that she hadn't closed that last inch or so to where she would feel his newly emerged bulge pressing against him.

It came to a point in the song where many of the other couples led their partners through a slow twirl, and mark missed the cue, something he wasn't known for. He continued to hold her close, hoping it was too dark for her too see the flush of his cheek. He did not want all their family to potentially see his aroused state, he wanted to keep her full skirts blocking him from view. He really hoped she wouldn't question why he had neglected to twirl her, would she just accept the closeness they were enjoying together?
 
Cheyenne giggled softly as they moved, thinking about everything that they had done. They had such a sorted relationship in the past. At one time, they just had an innocent relationship, there was no thoughts of anything but playing their imaginary games and running around. Then, in high school, they had noticed that the other was an attractive person of the other sex. Their friendship became something of an experiment. They weren't dating, but they had a sexual relationship.

After that, it was an on and off sexual relationship when neither of them was in a relationship. Suddenly, it felt like a purely sexual relationship wasn't enough, neither was a platonic relationship. What would happen to their friendship? She was close to losing him because she couldn't keep herself in check.

She noticed that there was no turn where there should have been, but she didn't fight it. She liked being held by him. She smiled up as they moved and winked at him, to show that she had noticed, but wasn't about to question it.
 
Mark blushed at her wink, and feared she knnew exactly what his issue was. He could feel the bun of his cheeks, and tried to laugh it off a little. "What was that for?" he said his hand at her waist tickling her ribs slightly.

Mark smiled down at her, wondering what her response, or next move would be..
 
Cheyenne smiled up at Mark, laughing softly when he tickled her. "You are trying to be sneaky." She commented, pressing herself a bit closer to him. "I know what you are doing. But I'm not going to complain." She said, looking up. It took her a bit to realize she wasn't just 'looking up'. She was gazing up... Into his eyes... It was dangerous ground there.

She wasn't going to be his one and only. She was going to be his friend. Someone he could turn to to relieve his itch before he turned back to Lisa...

"You are still a great dancer." She commented, smiling at him happily. Could they push past the tension? Or maybe just forget about what kept them as just friend and enjoy each other for the night?
 
"What is it I am doing?" mark said with a laugh. "Sneaky how?" he said tickling her more, his hand moving, turning the tickle into a caress of her back, feeling the material of her dress under his fingers, his fingers just brushing bare skin of her back before it slid back down to her waist.

"Thank you." he said his eyes meeting hers, "You are a good dancer too, we always moved well together." he said a slight smile suggesting there could be more than one connotation to that sentence.
 
Chey moved with Mark, not even dignifying him with an answer to his teasing. He knew what he did and why he was sneaky.She wasn't going to embarrass him.

"Well thank you, darling." She said, smiling playfully. She caressed his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "Yes, we did." She agreed, sighing. They moved very well. "I wouldn't... Dance... So well if it weren't for you." She told him, making it seem pretty obvious she really wasn't talking about dancing with him.
 
"Yeah, remember those first few stumbling steps?" he asked, continuing the innuendo, the conversation to their many family members seeming so innocent, when in actuality to them it was much more than so simple as it seemed. "However we learned quickly." he added.

"Oh come on, why am I sneaky?" he said changing the subject back picking at her, curious if she would say it, had she realized his issue? Would she perhaps sneak a touch in? Would she show him what she was referring to? Would she say it? or would she continue to blow it off. He wasn't sure why he pushed... perhaps it was the alcohol. Maybe he just wanted to feel her touch, or hear her whisper what his issue was, why he was being sneaky. He had always been excited by her words, well everything about her in all honesty.
 
Chey grinned at his continued teasing and moved with him in that slow circle, stepping a bit closer to tease him a bit more. When he asked her to clarify why he was being sneaky, she couldn't help but smile. She pressed herself closer to him and let her hips brush against his bulge of attention intentionally, seductively as she stood on her toes and whispered in his ear.

"Keeping me close so that you don't show off that you are sporting a little something naughty for me." She breathed into his ear, before ducking back down and moving once more.
 
he felt his cheeks flame at her response. "How do you know its for you?" he said not going to give in so easily, even as he felt her hips rub gently against his erection. He let his hands slip over her back sliding down to her hips pulling her even closer as they danced.
 
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