This is a treasured, much coveted moment. A moment we have rarely shared, and therefore even more precious and sacred in itself, and I'm revelling, and relishing every fleeting second because I know that once we step out of the pocket all of it will become nothing more than a memory.
Ever so softly his thumb brushes, obsessively over the spot under my ear, where he can feel the erratic pulse of my heart.
Captivated by the warm gleam in his icy blue eye, I free fall without a second thought, allowing myself to let myself be governed by the emotions that roll through me like a tidal wave.
Rubbing his nose onto the length of mine, Mason brushes his lips against mine, at first it is tentative, almost reverent.
When I open up to him, his lips become more demanding, and possessive, with a bruising force. His hand slides from my neck, to cradle the back of my head, keeping me in place without any escape. I don't want to, but he seems to think that it is necessary. It not. Not really.
His other hand had already curled up around my waist, pressing me even further into him. I can feel every muscle contract, the frantic rise and fall of his chest, the creature that has awakened in his trousers. That thing should have its own denomination because it is ungodly.
The blood coursing through my veins is akin to liquid fire, and I can't help but cling to his neck to steady myself, and melt into his chest. The cold is long forgotten. If I was naked, I wouldn't feel any of it. All I feel is him, just like me, his skin is burning hot. He holds me steady while he savagely devours my mouth, and I'm grateful because my body feels boneless, and if he were to let go of me I turn into a pile of mush on the ground.
When he slowly pulls away, resting his forehead on mine, breathless, easing his grip on me, I feel disappointed. I never want this moment to end. I don't want to return to our uncertain reality, where he and I don't exist as one.
Struggling to catch my breath, I relish the pins and needles in my lips, and the feel of his hard rock length poking into my belly, his ragged breath sweeping over my bruised lips, the look of adoration and longing in his eyes.
" What now?" I'm breathless, and barely manage to squeeze that out. His eyes turn cold, impenetrable, and I swallow the lump in my throat, regretting the words that I had just spoken.
His eyes flutter close, anguish settles over his features. Curling his lips, he takes a shuddering breath, and his shoulders sag, " Stolen moments. A kiss here, and there. One night, maybe two, once in a while. It's no way to live. I want to love you," He takes a deep breath to find his next words," I want to give myself to you wholly and completely. And I want you to do the same. But, our future would be tainted, and before I give in to my nature....," His eyes open, filled with determination and something else I can't quite put a name to it; maybe regret, " I am a selfish man, Lily. I want to keep all of you to myself but it wouldn't be fair to you. You still have a long way ahead of you," I can already see where this is going, but I refrain from interrupting because if I do he might lose the ability to ever father any children.
" Finish school and then we will talk," Every drop of elation that I felt while he was kissing me, leeches away in the time I needed to take a breath.
Steeping away from his embrace, I pin him with a look of utter rage, at the sheer stupidity that just left his mouth.
" Don't you even fucking dare," I seethe through greeted teeth. I'm fuming, on the verge of losing my temper. It is the lethally quietness in my tone that makes him frown.
He reaches for me, and I take another step back to avoid his touch. He huffs and runs his hands through his hair, exasperated. Then gives me a sheepish look, then jumps in the rift, and out of sight leaving me in the white plains alone with my fury.
Oh, no, you don't. He is running away.
When I appear back in the room, I find him hanging off the window frame, ready to leave. Graham and Shay look at us like we are freaks putting on a novel show, flabbergasted.
" Get down now, Mason. We are finishing this once and for all. I'm done chasing my tail, and your tail," He froze halfway out the window. After a moment, he drops back on the floor, in a crouch with a thud, and glares at me. I've never given him an ultimatum but it is about damn time.
He rises to his feet in a fluid motion, standing in front of me like a statue. He knows I'm serious. And I am. I'm done playing hide and seek. I'm in for the long haul, but even if he is still going back and forth. I'm done.
" You know that this is not a simple matter," He has gone from loving and tender to thundering in a matter of seconds. It might have terrified me once but right now, I don't care for his attitude.
" Sit down," I point to the small bed in the middle of the room, " You're right. It is not a simple matter but it is not going to solve itself if we keep doing this," He sits down begrudgingly, sulking like a five-year-old, giving me the side eye. The only thing that misses in this picture is him stomping his feet, and screaming at me that he hates me.
" This is not getting us anywhere," Graham chuckles somewhere from his seat, and I turn to him with a pointed look that wipes the stupid smile off his face