“You’ll stay here, in my room,” Cleo đã đưa ý kiến as she sat Marik down on her bed, “I mean… If bạn want to.”
    Marik smiled. “I’d tình yêu to,” he said.
    Cleo grinned and bent down to remove his shoes. Then she lightly kissed him on the forehead. “Let’s get bạn into something thêm comfortable before bạn sleep,” she said, “Can bạn stand?”
    Marik shakily rose to his feet.
    “Here,” she said, “Hold onto me.”
    He grabbed her shoulders. The boy leaned against her for support.
    Cleo’s nimble fingers started to undo the buttons on Marik’s pants. She slid them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers. It made the nerves in Marik’s body tingle with excitement and suddenly, he didn’t feel as cold as he was before. Warmth was beginning to spread at Cleo’s touch.
    Then she removed the vàng bracelets on Marik’s arms. His hormones were beginning to flood his body. He couldn’t remember the last time he and Cleo had been so close.
    His cape fell to the floor, and when she grabbed the bottom of his purple áo sơ mi he felt his muscles clench. And then his áo sơ mi was off, he stood in front of Cleo, chest bare, still leaning against her for support but electrified with sensations that made his breathing and tim, trái tim rate increase.
    Marik moved forward, his lips only millimeters away from hers. But she put a hand against his naked chest. Her touch only made him want her more.
    “You need to rest, Marik,” Cleo said, sitting him down on the giường again.
    Slightly disappointed he slumped back against the pillows, letting her bring the covers over him.
    “Oh come on now,” she đã đưa ý kiến when she saw his face, “Don’t be like that. Be patient. The time will come soon.”
    And with that she walked out of the room, but not before giving him a quick wink.
***
Cleo stood in the doorway of their room. Marik, sitting on the giường tensed with anticipation. She looked amazing, wearing nothing thêm than a pair of blue satin underwear and a matching bra.
    He quickly approached her, wanting to tear off those few layers of fabric that kept him from her.
    She grinned and then moved closer, her lips nearing his and then…
    
Marik awoke suddenly, a knock on the tường pulling him away from his dream. “Do bạn think bạn can eat, Marik?” Cleo asked, bringing a small tray of thực phẩm to him.
Marik nodded. His stomach wasn’t fully settled but he was so hungry. He grabbed an táo, apple from the tray and eagerly bit into it. But at soon as the táo, apple made its way to his stomach, it was obvious that he wasn’t ready to ingest any food.
He felt his stomach clench. “Oooohh,” he groaned, clutching his stomach as it began to churn, gagging.
“Marik,” Cleo worriedly asked. She placed a hand on her shoulder.
“I don’t feel good,” he đã đưa ý kiến hunching over on the bed. He gagged again, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth. “I’m going to be sick.”
Cleo suddenly bolted out of the room and returned instantly with a trash can. As soon as she got it under his chin, Marik threw up.
She gently rubbed his back. “I think we’ll just take it easy from here,” she đã đưa ý kiến when he heaved again. When his nausea subsided she laid him down again, letting herself fall asleep against him.


Cleo and Marik sat on a long gray couch, watching tv.
    For the past week Cleo had spent almost every giờ taking care of Marik. She fed him what little thực phẩm he could keep down, laid a cold cloth on his forehead when his fever flared, and kept him in good spirits at his most miserable times. Now, it felt good to have Cleo in his arms, to be strong and healthy, and to be able to take care of her for once. Both of them were sprawled out on the couch, spooning, Cleo in Marik’s arms.
    Suddenly Cleo turned around to face Marik. At the same time she moved one of her legs in between his. He blushed when he felt it brush against his upper thigh. Suddenly he was filled with an irresistible sensation that sent his hormones over the edge. His hands shook, it was all he could do to keep himself from immediately undressing her.
    “What is it, Cleo?” Marik asked, filled with infatuation.
    Cleo’s mouth twitched, forming a smile. “It’s time,” she whispered. Then she kissed him. At the same time her hands found his shirt, eagerly pulling it over Marik’s head. Then she took off his pants, grazing her fingers along his legs as she did. Marik moaned with satisfaction, every nerve in his body was on, charged, tingling with sense.
Then her áo sơ mi was off, her pants were off, and then Marik eagerly undid the clasp to her bra. All she had on was a pair of black cotton underwear.
    Marik passionately kissed Cleo, hands wrapped around her, pressing their bodies as close as they would go.
    “It’s been too long, Marik,” Cleo said.
    Marik slid his hands in the sides of her underwear and slid it down her legs. Then she did the same to him. Marik sucked in a breath when he pulled them together. It was as if adrenaline was being pumped straight from his tim, trái tim into his veins.
    “Wait!” Cleo suddenly said, putting a hand up against his chest. Marik’s chest clenched, he was so close, and they had been apart for so long.
    But she had grabbed a blanket that had fallen out of a ground. After pulling it over the both of them she kissed him, letting her tongue graze the bottom of his lip.
    “Now we’re ready,” she said, grinning. Then she disappeared under the blanket, beckoning Marik to tham gia her.