Background: Mark is shorter than Sarah, but only by a little. She sometimes calls him small fry. Over the weekend they went out to find Sarah a new handbag. They went down to the stores and walked around. At the end of the day they came out empty handed. They weren't hungry so they decided to go back to Mark's apartment.
Inside Mark's apartment there was tan carpeting and the walls were painted off-white. Upon opening the door there was a table to the right with two chairs. Mostly Mark only needed to have one chair, but sometimes Sarah would come over.
Mark and Sarah entered the building and waited for the elevator. Mark always said he felt like he was always waiting for elevators. Sarah on the otherhand was ansy and hated waiting for the elevator. Mark always felt like he should be entertaining her while they waited, but he could never come up with anything good enough. The first couple times he tried it only ended up annoying her more.
Finally, after what seemed like ages while they stood there in silence the elevator came down. It was empty and Sarah commented, "If it's empty what did we do all that waiting for?" Mark was more logical about it, but didn't dare comment and try to explain to her that it probably let off people on other floors before coming down.
They went up, and luckily they didn't have to stop for anyone else to get on. Mark was relieved. Sarah was bothered that Mark was so quiet and asked why he didn't have anything to talk about with her. He didn't have a response for this.
Walking down the hall they came to his apartment door and he unlocked it and let her in. He chuckled thinking it was the exact opposite of what should be going on. He figured he should be letting her out, not in. She asked what he was laughing about, but he ceased and knew it was better to not say anything and just take the brunt of her anger when she would say that he was keeping things from her, when all he wanted was to not offend her.
Sarah took a seat at the table and Mark went to the fridge and asked if she wanted anything. "No honey, thanks," she replied. He closed the refrigerator door and joined her at the table. He took a sip from the water bottle he grabbed and gently set it on the table. He asked, "So what now?" Sarah shrugged her shoulders.
They both sat there and tried to think of something. Mark's face lit up. "I've got it, we should make a castle from popsicle sticks." Sarah didn't even look angry, it was more of a confused look. She said almost shocked, "What? Are you sure?" Mark tried to reassure her, "Yeah, trust me. It'll be fun."
For some reason Mark had a bag of popsicle sticks that he had once bought at a craft store. He got them and some glue and he sat down on the floor. He reached over and took a cardboard box he had nearby and tore off one of the sides and laid it on the floor for the base. Sarah came down to the floor and sat across from him. She could tell he was excited, but she thought it was kind of dumb. Sarah went along with it though.
Mark dumped the contents of the bag out onto the floor and Sarah scooped up a handful and started laying a foundation. Then Mark started to glue it all together. Mark looked at Sarah. "It shall be a fair castle my lady."
"Thank you, good sir knight."
Mark smiled at her, and Sarah's eyes warmed up.
"Now we shall build the towers."
Sarah watched how Mark did it, then she put one together. Once they finished the four corner towers they started to build the connecting walls. Mark had glue all over his fingers. He jokingly told Sarah to give him her hand. He reached out for it, and she giggled and pulled away.
"You look like you just came off the short bus from school." Mark took a cue from that and started making funny faces. Sarah laughed some more. Mark started to feel a bit more comfortable now that Sarah was lightening up.
They continued on, and finally they were finished. They sat there and looked on upon the masterpiece they created. Sarah asked, "What should we do with it."
Mark sat and contemplated. "What do you want to do with it."
"I don't know."
They both sat there and looked at it for a while. Sarah had her legs crossed and was leaning back on her hands:
"Do you know what I wish?"
Mark looked up at her.
"What, that you could live there?"
"No, I was thinking more along the lines of us fucking in there."
"Well we can do that. We can mind-fuck."
"And how do you mind-fuck?"
"I don't know. I guess if we both just pretend and think about each other then it's as though we were fucking each other in our minds in the castle."
"Let's try that."
"Let's not."
"Why?"
"Because it's creepy. It's one thing to talk about it, because that's funny. But trying it just sounds wrong."
"Fine, then I'll just mind-fuck you in there myself."
Mark crawled to the side and then jumped on her putting her on her back. He looked down into her eyes and smiled. He had her hands above her head and she wriggled trying to get out from under him. They rolled around on the floor, then finally after they were both red in the face and out of breath they got up. Mark put his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them and said, "We really should do something with it. We could always destroy it, I'll let you do the honors and step on it."
"I think it would give you more pleasure, small fry."
Mark shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, if that's how you want it."
Mark stood up and started making low growls and stomping his feet on the floor towards the castle. Sarah started acting like she was a princess stuck in the castle. "Oh no, where is my good sir knight to save me from this evil giant monster."
Mark roared, and Sarah kept going, "Surely I'll be crushed. Whatever is a princess to do?"
Then Mark started stomping on the castle, and before he was finished he jumped back onto Sarah. He decided to switch roles and said, "I'll save you my lady."
Sarah let out a hard breath, "More like you'll crush me just like that monster would have."
Mark got off of her and said, "Sorry."
They laid there on the floor next to each other staring up at the ceiling. Mark sat up, "So what now?"
"You tell me my knight."