AN: So......I've been absent lately. Nothing more I can say besides I hope y'all can forgive me. Also, I'm abolishing my own weekend only rule. Now I'm just going to be posting chapters at random.

'Damn it feels good to be right.' I think smugly to myself.

As we pull up to our destination, I'm almost literally patting myself on the back. Thankfully it's just the  two of us because I still want to act out some violent tendencies with that sexist driver we had.

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him around at all.

"Why are they open so late? It's nearly 12:00!" I'm surprised about the time but not about the semi packed parking lot. We are still in our summer months after all, this place is probably packed like an indoor pool during the day.

"It's nearly open for 24 hours. Someone realized that this is a great form of exercise and not just for the holidays." Mr. M shrugs his indifference.

"Well I'm glad for the extra jacket, it's going to be freezing inside."I state smugly.

"I don't know about that. Once we get going, I doubt you'll feel cold enough for two layers." He gives me a knowing smirk which hints at other things we could be doing that can create a lot of heat.

I'm not taking the bait.

"So what made you decide to bring me to a nearly 24 hour ice skating rink?" I ask to change the direction of our conversation.

"Well if we can get out of this car, I'll show you." With a wink, Mr. M climbs out and closes the door. 

My, my, my, Mr. M's rather playful tonight.

I roll my eyes at his antics but I get out of the car as well. I'm surprisingly gripped with the urge to hold Mr. M's hand so I do exactly that. He quirks an eyebrow at me but says nothing.

When we walk into the main entrance nearly half of the females turn to outright ogle Mr. M. I want to snap at the females and tell them that he's taken. It's disrespectful to stare.

Then I remember that I'm holding his hand already claiming Mr. M as mine. Intuition is a beautiful thing. 'I'm two for two tonight.'

Just because we aren't anything official doesn't mean that he can flirt with others in my presence. If he wanted that then he shouldn't have asked me to be his date for this weekend.

Mr. M seems oblivious to the staring women as he directs us towards the cashier who's thankfully male. I let go of Mr. M's hand so that he can pay the bored looking teen.

I turn around to stare down some females that haven't gotten the hint yet. I also cross my arms over my chest to puff up my arms, I doubt anyone is stupid enough to fight but I know this is a great intimidation technique. I raise an eyebrow in an obvious challenge, only about two of the females keep my gaze but one quickly drops hers when her man looks towards me and I flash a smile his way. The other was young looking so I didn't pay her much attention, jail bait appeals to no sane adult.

I feel a hand on my waist and I look up to a smirking Marceles.

He leans down to my level and whispers softly, "I like this side of you."

I huff at the man and lead him over to the where they keep the skates. He keeps his smirk but I'm ignoring it. My luck runs out when we're met with a female skate attendant. We give our shoe sizes and she blushes deeply as Mr. M speaks to her. Anyone can tell that she's young and inexperienced, poor thing could hardly speak up. Good thing it's not really necessary to have superb communication skills in her current occupation. Her hands kind of shake when giving Mr. M his skates, damn I know this will inflate the hell out of his ego.

As we take our seats Mr. M has a full blown grin on his face.

"You're so predatory, how have I never noticed this?" His voice is full of mirth.

"I am not. I just think it's annoying to be ignored as your companion." It's not necessarily a lie but I refuse to speak my entire truth.

"It's impossible to ignore you." His voice has a tone that catches my undivided attention.

I look up from my skates to catch Mr. M's gaze. I feel myself blushing so I stand up to break our eye contact. He stands up as well and tilts my head up so that our eyes meet again. His face is set in a serious expression.

"Only fools ignore works of art, but that's because they don't understand the value of the piece. I'm no fool and I doubt that I ever will be, not when it comes to you."

He then proceeds to kiss me in front of everyone and it wasn't a simple peck. This kiss involved a bit of tongue and weak knees. I definitely don't need the second layer now, I'm hot as hell and I'm definitely blushing.

I break the kiss and look up to see his eyes which are smoldering hot. What I wouldn't give in this moment for a secluded area. Hell, I would even be satisfied if we were alone in his car right now.

"You're not the only one who can get territorial." Mr. M has a wicked smirk on his face.

He then leans close enough to sneak in a quick peck on my lips before he leads us to the ice.

I'm pretty sure I look confused but I can't help it. I don't know why Mr. M would suggest that he's territorial too. It's not until I catch some guys looking at me that I understand. What's worse is the fact that a couple of them have female companions and I'd bet good money that they are involved in some way.

Of course Mr. M is a natural on the ice while I'm completely uncoordinated and look stupid. He even has to skate backwards in order to guide me. At his pace, we lap most of the crowd three times over. My legs are burning and my breathing is shallow but Mr. M is the picture of ease.

Life is so unfair sometimes.

'I need a break.' "If I recall correctly-" 'deep breath in Phoebe', "you mentioned a 'late night snack'.?"My breath comes out in gasps.

He laughs at my breathlessness and takes us to an exit. As soon as my skates hit the mat, my legs go weak. Mr. M has a firm arm around my waist to keep me from falling.

"What can't you do?" So far he seems completely competent in all things. I need one thing, just one thing, that I'm better at to make this even.

"I can't sing." Mr. M genuinely seems vexed at the fact.

Seriously? That's what he can't do? Most people can't sing, and even then there are different levels. I can almost guarantee that he can carry a tune which qualifies the average person as a good enough singer. I say none of this to him because there's really no need.

We walk up to the snack bar and I see a display case with different types of hotdogs, pizzas, and pretzels.

"Super healthy choices." I state sarcastically.

"No one who comes here for the exercise is required to eat the food. What would you like?" He doesn't take his eyes off of the menu board as he responds to me.

I look at the menu too and realize that they have quite a lot of options to choose from. No wonder he likes this place, it's like a junk food addicts heaven. 'Hmm, a hotdog with nacho cheese and bacon sounds good.' I then tell Mr. M my choice.

 As he orders for us, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It's a drunken text from Ross. He never texted me this late unless he's plastered. Once i got an accidental dick pic and now I know why seemingly all the females that leave his apartment have smiles on their faces.

I tink I'm n luv :)

Attached is a picture of Meghan in his kitchen wearing one of his shirts. She's taking a shot of some brown liquor and is paying no attention to the camera.

Take it slow killer. ;)

I have no doubts that they'd be just as great together outside of the bedroom as they are inside of it. But that's only if they both want a relationship. He doesn't text me back but that doesn't surprise me. Ross is thoroughly distracted at the moment and I know this.

Mr. M turns around from the cashier with two large bottles of water and gives me one. When we get our food, I'm surprised that Mr. M's nachos look like they could've been served from a legit restaurant. Before proper jealously can set in, I look at my hotdog and it's huge!

The cheese is dripping down the side of the bun and I have whole strips of bacon on top. Mr. M sees my wide smile and grants me a peek at one of his rare ones.

Mr. M wants to go skating some more but I feel my eyes drooping and I know that it's time to go. I tell him that I'll nap in the car while he skates but he won't hear of it. Instead he drags me to the rink.

"It's not good to sleep right after eating Phoebe." He makes me get in front of him as we get onto the ice. With his arms firmly around my waist, Mr. M pushes us forward with my back to his chest. He kisses the top of my head.

"Tell my body that. I can't control when I feel sleepy." He doesn't answer me.

I can't help but doze a little bit as Mr. M glides. I didn't have to push my legs forwards, all I had to do was keep my skates straight. Mr. M is warm too. I lean my head back onto his shoulder and I settle in, our steady pace was like a gentle rocking- no one should blame me.

"Phoebe..." His voice is gentle.

I stir a bit and notice that he is steering us towards the exit. I take the step out of the rink and my legs hold firm this time.

I'm awake enough to take of my skates and put on my shoes. Mr. M must know that I'm in an in between state because he doesn't initiate conversation with me, he even lets me doze off in the car on the way back.

I stumble into my hotel room stripping off my clothing before sliding into my bed. I toss and turn grumpily because I'm not feeling the warmth I want. After a few unsuccessful attempts at falling asleep i get up and go to the other bed.

The lump that's there stirs at my presence but I pay it no mind. As I slip underneath the sheets my body instantly relaxes and I feel deep sleep slowly shutting down my body.

Before I'm completely lost to the land of dreams, I feel the warmth I was craving wrap itself around me. I snuggle into it and hope it never leaves.

AN: You all decide. Would you rather my weekly updates or updates whenever? Both have Pros and Cons. I promise not to leave y'all hanging like that again. Sometimes I get frustrated that I can't write as well as others but then I remember that I am a novice writer and I shouldn't be so hard on myself.

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