Drawn from afar

[zpitt27]

'I'd love to,' Mason thought, although he knew that was the drugs talking. An overwhelming excitement grew within Mason. He was in a situation that seemed too good to be real. As if this were some kind of movie and they were the stars. He couldn't believe that he'd be the one responsible for nursing Cara back to health.

He helped Cara into bed, and slid the shoe off her good foot, giving her big toe a little tug as he did so. Mason hadn't set the shoe down on the floor just yet. He loved the warm feel that remained behind. His mouth was watering at the thought of smelling Cara's shoes...and hopefully her bare feet if he played his cards right.

Mason held her shoe behind his back as he walked up to Cara's head, making sure she was propped up good enough for a nice rest. He knew the morning would be hell for her when she woke up and the pain came back. But he was lucky enough to be there for her. "Good night, Cara," he said as he gently caressed her cheek.

Mason left Cara alone in her bed and went to the living room. Mason retired on the couch, holding Cara's shoe to his nose.

 

[laceandcogs]

Cara was out almost as soon as her head hit the pillow, and so she hadn't a chance to notice Mason stealing away with her shoe. The pills and her long-since-overtaxed adrenaline combined to put her to sleep for a good, solid eight hours, and she awoke to late-morning sunshine stealing through her window.

She pushed herself up onto her elbows, memories of last night fuzzy enough to make her question why she was still wearing the entirety of an obviously date-night outfit...it must have gone poorly, she mused, when the bolt of pain hit her. Her cry was very soft, surprised, and she stared down at the cast on her foot as if it were a relic of a very bad dream.

As the complete picture of last night's events reformed in her mind, Cara groaned and flopped back on the pillows in shame. Poor Mason. Was he even still here? Clearing her throat, Cara swung her legs off the edge of the bed and called out his name, though she was certain she looked a hot mess. "Mason? Mason, are you here?"

 

[zpitt27]

Mason woke up bright and early in Cara's apartment. He was filled with a sense of anticipation that sleep couldn't calm. He couldn't wait for Cara to wake up. He felt selfish that he was getting some sort of satisfaction out of her pain. Hell, her shoe was still on his face when he woke up.

He'd popped into her room real quick to see how she slept. Mason always thought that said a lot about someone's personality. He'd found her sleeping on her back, but he couldn't help thinking that the main reason for that was the pain. Without making a sound, Mason slipped out of the room to the bathroom. He'd remembered the nail polish that had been sitting on the tub as he washed his hands, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance he could suggest changing the color of her toenails.

Mason had just sat down on the couch, again grabbing Cara's shoe in his hands, loving the way it felt, when he heard Cara calling. He felt as it the dream were continuing. He loved hearing Cara calling out his name from the bedroom. It gave him a better sense that he was actually needed and part of her life, instead of some schmuck that happened to cross paths with her at the right time.

He walked to her bedroom, and peeked his head into the doorway. "Didn't leave, Cara. I hoped that's all right with you," he said. "I didn't want to leave in case you got up in the middle of the night and needed help."

 

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"No, Mason, it's brilliant. I very much appreciate you staying..." Cara ran her hands over her hair almost self-consciously, and then immediately chastised herself. Silly bitch, you collapsed on him, made him spend hours in the ER with you, probably said all sorts of blather on the drugs, and now you're smoothing out your hair like it's going to make a bit of difference...if he doesn't hate you yet, it's only because he's wanking in your shoe. There were two uncomfortable thoughts in this tirade- one, she cared if Mason liked her or not...two, the shoe thing didn't really bother her. What was it about this adorable little peeping Tom that made her want to encourage him, prop him up, show him that girls didn't bite (unless, of course, you asked them to)? It was a bit like having a puppy... still, she thought, as she looked at Mason, there are things I want to do to you that I've never wanted to do to a puppy...

"Let's make some breakfast. I'm proper starved, and I imagine you are too. And then I would really, really like to take a shower, though I'm not precisely sure how to pull that off without getting the damned cast wet..." An idea struck Cara then, a deliciously wicked idea, and her smile was positively Grinch-like. "I don't suppose you could use a model relaxing in a nice hot bubble-bath for your horror comic? There's always a scene where the heroine has to get topless, right? And that way, I can just dangle this beast over the side of the tub, -and- you can help me in and out whilst still getting work done!"

Capital, she mused. Fucking -capital-. Now all he has to do is fall for it...

 

[zpitt27]

In all Mason's excitement over being in Cara's apartment and getting a closer look at her feet, he genuinely forgot that she would need help bathing. He could feel himself staring at Cara with his mouth open, but he couldn't help it. Not too long ago, he had felt embarrassed and ashamed looking at her naked from across the street, but now...now he would get the chance to not only see her nude again, but actually get to feel her beautiful skin as he helped her into the tub. 'My day could not get any better,' Mason thought to himself, despite feeling bad about Cara's ankle. Had she not gone out with him, none of this would've happened. Like most things in Mason's life, this was just another thing that was all his fault.

"I could-," Mason started, his voice cracking as if he was just now going through puberty. He cleared his throat and started again. "I could always use a model, Cara," Mason finished, glad this time his voice wasn't high pitched.

Mason couldn't wait to get started with breakfast. The faster they were done eating, the faster he'd be helping Cara with her bath. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a chance that he would be able to wash any part of her that she couldn't reach.

Mason walked to the head of Cara's bed and held out his hand in front of his face like he was a waiter. He held an imaginary pencil in his other hand, ready to take Cara's order for breakfast. "And what can I get you for breakfast, Miss?" he asked.

 

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Cara smiled, wide and warm, and leaned back into her pillows for a long, luxurious stretch. Arching her back and tossing back her head, she presented Mason with a moments-long display of finely turned throat, sleek stomach, high breasts, lean thighs, all moving in concert under the denim and satin of her date-night outfit. As nice as it felt, it also made the pain flare in her foot again, and she slumped heavily into the nest of blankets and pillows.

Her hand thumped the mattress next to her three times. "Keep your pants on, Mason. I'm not a morning sort. Come lie down and let's think of something to order." Cara was not above pizza for breakfast, never had been. And it was just so -nice- to lie in bed late, to toss gently among the rumpled comforter and steal brief, delicious moments of sleep...

 

[zpitt27]

Mason stared in awe as Cara stretched in bed. Everything about her body was so beautiful. He was hoping that as the days went by, Cara would invite him to spend the night in her bed instead of sleeping on the couch. He knew that that probably wouldn't happen, but then he watched on as she slapped the bed for him to sit next to her. It didn't seem like it would be too far off before they would be sleeping together.

As Mason approached the bed, he could feel himself becoming erect. It was almost too much for him to handle. He shuffled to the bed, and sat down next to Cara, slowly lifting his legs on the bed next to hers. He didn't want to seem too forward, but she invited him after all. Mason felt awkward at first, as he was unsure of where to put his hand. He wanted more than anything to wrap it around Cara and hold her close to his body, but for the moment, he just left it on his stomach.

"I'm not really much of a morning person either, Cara. So I'm actually excited you didn't decide to have me make anything," Mason admitted. "It probably wouldn't have looked too good had I made it." Mason stared at her ceiling. "Not to mention I'm not big on breakfast food anyways. Mostly eat pizza and tacos."

Mason shifted over onto his side carefully so the movement wouldn't disturb Cara's foot. He looked up at Cara, and without thinking, placed his hand on her stomach, his thumb caressing it. "Anything I can do to help take your mind off your pain?" Mason asked.

 

[laceandcogs]

"Oh, now tacos sound bloody fantastic," Cara mused, staring dreamily up at the ceiling as Mason settled on the bed. She admired the care that he showed in levering up next to her, not wanting to bump her cast... but unless she was completely losing her touch, he was probably also trying to hide a hard-on. His hand on her stomach settled the question- timid, gentle, but hungry enough to show that her "touch" was completely intact.

Her smile was soft, wicked, at not in the least bit mocking as Cara turned the full force of those big green eyes on Mason. Brushing an errant bit of red hair off her cheek, she arched a brow and studied him with a smile. "Mason Lockwood, are you hitting on me?"

 

[zpitt27]

When Mason heard Cara's delight at the sound of tacos in the morning, rather than the usual disdain that he had been accustomed to, he had a better sense of just where things could go with her. While she was indeed better looking than him, and presented herself as such, there was still part of her that didn't completely clash with Mason's lifestyle. And that was enough for him. To find a woman as beautiful as Cara that didn't outwardly express her hatred for Mason's actions, was indeed a rare, if not impossible, find.

Cara's question had shocked Mason, but then again, it shouldn't ... he was hitting on her. It was her eyes that had made him nervous. "What?" Mason asked, stretching out the word far beyond its one syllable. "Hitting on you?" he laughed nervously. "Uhh, is that something you're okay with, Cara? I mean I could stop and everything if you think I'm taking advantage of this situation, but I ... yeah. Yeah I am."

Mason wrestled with the decision to elaborate more on his feelings. The words were right on his tongue, but he didn't know if they would come out the way he wanted them to. 'Fuck it,' he thought. 'Step up to the plate, asshole,' he berated himself.

"I just think you're so beautiful, Cara, y'know? You're just perfect. And I know this isn't the ideal way to tell you how I feel, but I guarantee that if you want me gone or you don't feel the same way or anything, I'll leave you alone," Mason said, proud of himself. "And I don't think I could stay here without getting that out of the way." He felt his heart pounding in his chest, waiting for Cara's response.

 

[laceandcogs]

"I'm not perfect, Mason, not even close. I can't cook, I threaten the lives of my coworkers on a daily basis, I'm a stubborn ass, I'm a vicious perfectionist, I hate vegetables, I like making men forget how to talk, I..." Cara fumbled for other reasons why Mason should dislike her, why he should, like all the men before him, fuck her once or twice and then change their phone numbers. She looked worried, suddenly, sweetly vulnerable, that lush pillow of lower lip bitten hard by her upper teeth.

"Fuck it. If you're going to insist on being so stupid as to worship me, I'm just going to have to work on being worship-able." In a motion that was doubtless liquid sex on a normal day, even if slightly encumbered by a cast in this moment, Cara rolled onto her side toward Mason, letting his hand slip across her stomach and over her waist. "But you should probably settle for just kissing me until after that bubble bath."

 

[zpitt27]

The feel of Cara's smooth skin was enough to drive Mason wild. He didn't care that she was doing everything in her power to tell Mason about the side of her men don't like. There was no changing his mind. To him, she was perfect. Mason slid his hand down the small of Cara's back, caressing her skin lightly with his thumb. He couldn't quite place his finger on what made Cara so different that she actually seemed to like him, but he didn't care. He had learned to go with what felt good, and it couldn't get any better than being with Cara.

"You already are worshipable, Cara," Mason assured her. "And you don't even have to try." Mason leaned in closer to Cara, slowly. As his lips closed around hers, Mason felt as if his heart would leap from his chest. He slid his hand down Cara's back, grabbing a handful of her gorgeous ass. He heard himself let out a slight moan. He slid his hand lower, placing it on Cara's thigh. Mason's head ran with images of his face buried deep in between her thighs. But he wanted to take things slow with Cara. The last time he came with her in the room, it was over too fast.

Mason began kissing Cara's neck, breathing deeply into her flesh. Lightly nibbling on Cara's ear, Mason whispered, "I've wanted to do this from the moment I saw you."

 

[laceandcogs]

Once again, Mason's talents frustrated Cara. This time, it wasn't his art, but rather the way his kiss, his hand on her ass, his lips on her throat made her arch closer. The tiniest moan parted her lips as he nibbled her ear, and her eyes fluttered closed. It felt... good. Great. Her stomach tightened, some secret fire deep in the pit of it lighting now, a small flame that grew brighter with Mason's words.

Cara moved her body closer to his, wanting to feel the press of his shape against hers, the tension that corresponded to the grip of his hand as it squeezed her thigh. Her voice was soft, gentled with surprised lust. "Kiss me again, Mason? Please?" Never one to beg, the plaintiveness of her request started Cara, and she opened those big green eyes to seek out Mason's.

 

[zpitt27]

Mason's arousal was pushed over the edge as he heard Cara begging for more. He never thought that things would work out as well as they had been with her, and he couldn't wait to explore her body more. He slid his hand in between her thighs, gently caressing her skin. His lips made their way down from Cara's ear to kiss her shoulder. Now that he knew how much she enjoyed his touch, he wanted to tease her.

Mason slowly slid his hand closer to Cara's pussy, but refrained from making contact. He just let his hand remain there as he finally kissed Cara's awaiting lips again. Mason flicked his tongue against hers, letting out a moan of his own as he felt his erection begging to be freed. But Mason brushed aside that thought. Having already climaxed in Cara's presense before, Mason wanted to do everything he could to please her.

He smiled to himself as he kissed Cara's lips again, thankful that they had met the way they did.

 

[laceandcogs]

Cara sighed gently, feeling the steady pressure of Mason's hand against her inner thigh. She wanted him, she really did, but there was a part of her determined to resist. Wasn't this rewarding bad behavior? Was she teaching him a false lesson about future women?

Stop bloody thinking and kiss him, Cara! This none-too-gentle mental rebuke put a smile on Cara's lips, curving them gently against Mason's kiss, letting him feel her happiness. Carefully, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, one hand stroking through that deliciously messy hair. It felt even better beneath her fingers than she had imagined...

Her movements were slow, careful, but Cara was determined. With gentle shifts of her curvy little body, she nudged herself up against Mason's side, all the while guiding him with her arms. She wanted to feel him on top of her, wanted to feel his weight, that giddy breathless vulnerability of being pinned.

 

[zpitt27]

Mason carefully climbed on top of Cara, being mindful not to nudge her leg wrapped in a cast. He felt lightheaded looking down at Cara's beautiful face, still in shock that this was happening. Mason couldn't take the pressure of his throbbing cock pressing against the fabric of his pants any longer, so he slid his pants down. As the cool breeze in Cara's room welcomed Mason's cock, his body shuddered slightly, and he felt the head of his shaft brush up against Cara's thighs. The warmth of her thighs against Mason's shaft sent shivers running up and down his spine.

'Holy shit,' Mason thought. He had to calm himself down as he feared he was too close to climaxing again before Cara.

Mason pushed aside all the thoughts of Cara's gorgeous body and what she was letting him get away with. He feared that if he came too fast again, his chances with her would quickly run out. So as Mason kissed his way down Cara's neck to her nipples, he tried to clutter his mind with thoughts of how big her apartment was. He let out a moan as he gently nibbled on Cara's nipples as he slid his hand down her good leg to touch her feet. Clearing his mind wasn't working like he had hoped, but at least his erection was still at bay, ready for Cara.

Mason ran his tongue in circles around Cara's nipples as he slid his fingers between her toes. Mason knelt up bringing his face away from Cara's breasts as he placed her good foot on his chest. Staring down at her foot, Mason caressed both sides of her calf with his hands. He placed his hands delicately under Cara's heel and brought her foot up to his face. Mason slowly ran his tongue up along her wrinkled sole.

'Christ, I hope she likes this as much as I do,' Mason thought to himself.

 

[laceandcogs]

Cara was grateful for the distance as Mason shifted off her body. She'd been within miliseconds of begging, in what would doubtless have been a considerably undignified fashion, for him to fuck her, taste her, drag her up to and over the edge of orgasm with those obviously talented fingers. Still, she feared this was moving much too quickly to be honest, to be right.

The surprising, strange feeling of Mason's tongue on her sole brought Cara back to life. She kept her voice gentle, neutral, even as she propped herself up on her elbows to better look Mason in the eye. "Do you like that, Mason? My feet? My shoes?" A little knot of nervousness was forming in Cara's stomach now. She had hoped Mason found her attractive as a total package, not just a pretty set of toes.

 

[zpitt27]

As Cara spoke, Mason had slipped her big toe into his mouth, gently applying pressure against her nail now and again with his teeth. He heard something different in her voice now. Something he wasn't certain he should be hearing given the way that he had introduced himself to Cara. Flirtation was definitely present in her voice, but this time around, Mason thought he genuinely felt as if Cara had drowned out everything else in the world. The way she spoke made Mason feel, for once, wanted. Needed.

He pushed Cara's toe out of his mouth with his tongue, closing his lips around her warm flesh. "I love your feet, Cara," Mason started, guiding Cara's foot slowly down his chest. His cock twitched with a sense of anticipation as Mason slid her toes down the inside of his thighs, before resting her foot back on the bed. "I know you always catch me, in some way or another, drooling over your feet, but believe me ... I love so much more about you than just your feet, Cara."

Mason began lightly kissing Cara's knee, inching his lips up her inner thigh, as he ran his fingers in circles over her nipples. Mason suddenly became aware that his own breathing was becoming heavier the closer he got to Cara's awaiting pussy. Wanting to tease Cara, Mason stuck out his tongue and lightly ran it across her lips as he turned his head to kiss the inside of her other thigh. In the same fashion, Mason kissed the inside of Cara's thigh up to her pussy.

'Her first,' Mason thought, his hand getting dangerously close to wrapping around his shaft.