Requested by; mikeddirnt

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You walked into your kitchen, and grabbed yourself a glass of water.

After doing this, you sat down on the counter of the kitchen isle, directly in front of the window above the sink.

It was a lovely spot, really.

You sat and sipped liberally from your cup.

The light outside wasn't too bright, but not too dark.

It looked nice out.

There was a cool breeze that you could feel from the window.

You stayed there for quite a while, finishing your glass before you even moved from your perch.

Once you had, you stretched as you walked around the house, kind of looking for something to do, kind of just wondering around.

After a while, you followed the sounds of Bass coming from the other room.

You followed them as they got slightly louder, before finding Mark in his studio room, on the couch, playing some bass bits that you'd never quite heard before.

He continued to play, seeming to be figuring out a small part when you walked further into the room.

You were a few feet away form him by the time that he saw you, and he looked up at you, mouth slightly open.

"Whatcha doin?" you asked him.

He smiled slightly, "Just thinking of some new bass parts for the next album."

"Really, now? That's awesome." you smiled.

"What are you up to?" he asked, adjusting his bass.

"Nothing really. Just wondering around the house." you say, slightly yawning afterwards.

Mark smiled up at you in adoration once more.

He pat the seat next to him and you gladly sat down on the comfortable couch.

He continued to play little bits over and over while you sat back and watched him.

After a few minutes of doing that, you scooted up and rested your cheek upon his shoulder, slightly in back of him.

He turned his head and smiled at you, leaning slightly back to press a kiss to your head.

After that, he went back to playing.

After another few minutes, he began to consistently mess up, and you could hear the little curses under his breath get louder and louder.

After he'd finally exclaimed a "Fuck!" out loud, you grabbed his arm.

"Okay big man, calm down." you giggled.

"You're alright." you said, rubbing his arm.

He closed his eyes, threw his head back and let out a breath.

"You wanna take a break?" you asked.

He opened his eyes, looking over at you as he nodded eagerly.

You nodded, "Okay."

He set his bass down on its stand and sat back down next to you.

He leaned back against the couch and scratched the back of his head, letting out a breath.

You bit your lip and looked around for a moment before launching into him, causing him to lay down on the couch, with you partly on his chest and laying next to him.

He smiled and let out a breathy laugh.

You smiled, looking up at him, and connecting your lips before parting, nuzzling your head into his neck, and closing your eyes.

Calm days like these were your favorite.

They were his favorite, too.

And they always would be.