You were in your new house that you had bought only a month ago with Mark, blasting HandClap over the surround sound.
"Turn it up" You sang.
"Somebody saves your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar, and gold
I want the good life, every good night you're a hard one to hold" You said, dancing around.
"'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap" You said, clapping your hands above your head.
"Somebody saves your soul 'cause you've been sinning in this city, I know
Too many troubles, all these lovers got you losing control
You're like a drug to me, a luxury, my sugar, and gold
I want your sex and your affection when they're holdin' you close" Mark sang, dancing into the room with a bowl of chips
"'Cause you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap" You sang together, you clapping your hands for the pair of you.
"Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now
We could be screamin' till the sun comes out
And when we wake we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer to James Brown" You both sang.
"That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
(Turn it up)
That I can make your hands clap" You sang.
"My flesh is searchin' for your worst and best, don't ever deny
I'm like a stranger, gimme me danger, all your wrongs, and your rights
Secrets on Broadway to the freeway, you're a keeper of crimes
Fear no conviction, grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine"
"But you don't even know
I can make your hands clap
Said I can make your hands clap"
"Every night when the stars come out
Am I the only living soul around?
Need to believe you could hold me down
'Cause I'm in need of somethin' good right now
We could be screamin' till the sun comes out
And when we wake we'd be the only sound
Get on my knees and say a prayer to James Brown"
"That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
That I can make your hands clap
So can I get a hand clap?"
You both finished, your breath gone.
(Written by Noelle A Scaggs, John Wicks, Jeremy Ruzumna, James King, Joseph Karnes, Sam Hollander, Michael Fitzpatrick, Eric Frederic • Copyright © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Peermusic Publishing, Reach Music Publishing)
Mark set down his bowl of chips on the arm of the couch. He grasped your hand in his and pulling you closer to him. Your face flushed, "Hey." Mark growled sexily. "H-hey." You stuttered. Mark raised an eyebrow at you, "What? Are you scared?" Mark smirked. You shook your head, "N-no." you whispered.
"Sure," Mark said, picking you up bridal style and bringing you into the bedroom.
I DON'T WRITE LEMONS EW NO.
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