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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 4, 2011 1:48:57 GMT -4
Mason. Mason. Why couldn’t she stop thinking about Mason? The entire day at school, all she could think about was the way his fingertips felt as they danced across her skin, the warmth of his breath on her neck right before he kissed her, and more than anything else, the softness of his blue eyes. How he had actually made love to her and not just sex. Emily had been with a lot of guys. She’d dated plenty and slept with even more but the way Mason held her brought a level of comfort that she had never felt before. He was comforting and it was the security she felt while around him that attracted her to him so much. Emily didn’t have feelings for Mason, though. Not the way that he would deserve to have someone feel about him but that was simply because Emily didn’t feel for people period. She considered people as personal life sources who were good at amusing her, but she would always opt out of the emotional baggage that they came with. Feelings were too messy and when you cared, you got hurt. Her father had done it to her and if someone who professed to love her so incredibly much could put her through that sort of pain, then it was just inevitable that all other men would, too. No one would ever reach the pedestal that she had set for her father and although it was the highest of them all, it still sank.
As Emily sat in her apartment, reading others opinions of her, she couldn’t fight off the nip of sadness that passed through her. Emily wasn’t a bad person. Growing up, she had been taught to only do things that made her happy but as she grew, she discovered that money couldn’t buy happiness and when her father went to jail, she realized that love couldn’t either. So she resorted to sex. Sex was pleasurable and offered the instant gratification that Emily longed for. She didn’t do drugs and wasn’t a heavy drinker but something about the physical connection that sex offered made her feel wanted. Plus, there was no risk with having sex with someone – at least not emotionally. Yeah, she could get an STD but a few steroids and antibiotics would clear any of that up, and yes she could get pregnant, but in today’s society, you could get rid of an unwanted baby almost as fast as you created one; though, in the back of her mind, Emily knew that she would never have an abortion, no matter how horrible of a mother she might end up being.
Closing her laptop, Emily pushed it aside and walked to the kitchen counter where her phone was resting. Picking it up, Emily texted Mason. He had already told her that he would come over but with the way that everyone was talking about Emily like she was a piece of trash, she was bracing herself for him to bail on her too. Emily knew that she was not and never would be Jenna. Allowing anger to build at the thought of Jenna, Emily nearly stomped all the way down the hallway and back into her room. Jenna didn’t know Emily. Jenna didn’t know who she was aside from what she had heard other people say or what she had read online. Jenna didn’t know anything about Emily’s past or why she resorted to sex for comfort and though she had apologized to Emily for calling her a bitch, the fact remained that Jenna had called Emily a bitch. Emily wasn’t particularly one to hold grudges, but the fact that Jenna was able to form an opinion of Emily without even knowing her made Emily furious. Had it been any other girl, Emily would have laughed and shrugged it off because in reality, it really didn’t matter at all what other people thought about her. But Jenna was different. Jenna just knew how to push Emily’s buttons, especially when it came to Mason.
Sighing and shaking the thought of Jealous Jenna out of her head, Emily scanned the clothes in her closet for something appropriate to wear. Smiling at the simple thought of putting something nice on just so that it could be taken off made Emily laugh. ”Oh, the things we do.” She mused to herself. It was strange being a woman and always having an image to uphold. Lucky for Emily, she looked just as stunning naked and without any make-up on as she did when she fancied herself up and this was something that she would gladly rub in Jealous Jenna’s face. Covering her body with a simple black tank and a pair of comfy skinny jeans, Emily went into the bathroom. After looking at herself in the mirror and offering herself a nod of approval, she moved back into the kitchen where the bottle of half-empty Patron sat, anxiously awaiting Mason’s arrival. Reading her latest text from him, Emily smiled and swallowed down a shot of the clear liquid before texting Mason back. Already started. ; )
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Post by mason on Jan 4, 2011 4:01:09 GMT -4
  No words could describe the bundle of emotions that overcame Mason. He was more than fine up until he had logged back into the chat room. What started as a simple question for Emily about food turned into a nightmare with Jenna. Not only did he witness the junior admitting to a few secrets she failed to mention but also her friends bagging on him for something they knew nothing of. With the exception that Candice knew a lot more than anyone, they still had no right to assume. This was just a repeat of the night before. Issues between Mason and Jenna that were left unresolved. He understood that her friends were just sticking up for her, and needless to say he was pleased when Emily defended him, but the problem did not involve them. Especially Jake. Mason never had a problem with the kid before. Even found the junior classman to be of his liking but stepping into something that had nothing to do with him was the kid’s mistake. Who was he stay say that Mason treated Jenna like crap. Jake acted as though he knew everything but he hadn’t had a clue.
That’s what irritated Mason the most. Outsiders intervening like it was their business. They didn’t know who he was, what he had gone threw, and why he acted the way he did. Maybe if they stopped making judgments, took a step back and realized that Mason was a pretty screwed up kid, then they would get somewhere. They just had to give him a chance. Open him up and the truth would be revealed. He wasn’t about to just tell anyone about his troubled life. Anyone who came close to discovering the authenticity was Emily. She was already unlocking doors no one ever could. That was another thing that bothered him. Seeing the nasty comments made about her. The glove fit both ways and none of them could judge the dynamic duo. As strong of a girl Em was, Mason knew she took what they said to heart and threw his text messages he tried the best he could to convince her otherwise. If words couldn’t prove it then he would have to show her.
Mason pulled his hidden stash of alcohol from under his bed. It wasn’t very secretive but his parents had yet to find it. He pulled out one bottle of patron that he had been using the weekend before. Poor kid passed out before he could finish it. There were only about four worthy shots let over, so he finished it off as he sat on his bed. He took a moment to let the liquor filter threw his body, then pulled a brand new bottle from the box. Emily had already assured him there was some left over from last time but another wouldn’t hurt. Or so he thought. Mason downed a couple more shots then headed out of the house. He didn’t even try to be sneaky. At this point, he could careless what his parents thought. His mother had her suspicions and he father hated him already. Mason began to pull his car keys out from pant pocket then stopped. “Bad idea.” He murmured, already feeling a slight buzz. The apartment complex wasn’t far from his housing district. The walk gave him more time to drink and it was late enough that he wouldn’t get caught drunk in public. If he had, someone was an idiot for staying up at this hour. With what sober willpower he had left over, Mason pulled his cell phone out, listening to the message from Jenna he had ignored earlier. He dialed her number, praying she wouldn’t answer and when her voicemail sounded he left a simple but to the point message.
“No more of that tonight.” He swallowed another shot as he stumbled over a curb. He cursed under his breath but continued on, walking and drinking until he reached Emily’s apartment. “Emily, open up!” Mason banged on her front door. As he waited he rested his head against the door frame, feeling comfort as his stillness. When moving his whole world went round.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 4, 2011 4:58:31 GMT -4
Pulling down a second swig from the glass bottle, she sighed. Emily was angry, but she wasn’t planning to get drunk tonight. Alcohol never seemed to really fill the void that she felt when people hurt her. Granted, what Jake and Candice said about her hadn’t really hurt her but it did leave a bitter taste in her mouth and a slight aching in her chest. Emily could understand why Jenna would say shit about Emily out of jealousy and anger and what not, but Jake and Candice had no right saying what they did. Emily barely knew either of them but after what they said tonight, she knew she wouldn’t like them. Laughing at the thought, she shook her head. Emily didn’t like many people in general; it would only be natural for her to dislike them, too.
Glancing down at her phone again, Emily was hoping to receive another text from Mason telling her where he was. Emily didn’t need a play-by-play of Mason’s life, but he had promised her that he was coming over and she just want to make sure that he actually was going to before she got her hopes up. When Mason arrived, Emily knew that he would be able to make her feel better. Mason would be able to help her think straight. Mason would know how to make her happy. Sighing, Emily replayed the last time Mason came to visit. There was so much passion and desire shared between them. Every touch, every kiss, every movement of his body was smooth and kind and gentle. Emily had had sex with many men in her life, but nothing would ever compare to the way she felt lying in Mason’s arms, their bodies tangled together. He had made her feel like a queen and even when everyone else tried to make her feel like trash, he was there reminding her that she wasn’t.
Leaning against the kitchen counter and thinking about Mason made Emily remember that he wasn’t there. Disappointment settled within Emily as she looked at the bottle and then looked at her phone. Mason should have been there by now. He should have come barging through her door and carried her away like he did the last time they were together. He had been so delicate with her and it was most likely that softness that Emily was craving from him at that moment. She wanted him to make her feel loved like he had the other night, right before they fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Glancing up at the clock on the wall, Emily had almost settled on the idea of Mason bailing on her before she heard his familiar voice and the serious pounding on the door. A wave of happiness crashed into her as she quickly rushed to the door, anxious to have Mason in her arms. Pulling the door open, Emily was instantly hit with the strong stench of alcohol. Allowing her eyes to scan Mason’s face, she could read his sadness clearly. ”Hey…” She whispered softly as she pulled the door back and ushered him to come inside. Looking at him, Emily realized that she had been thinking so selfishly about what everyone had said to her that she hadn’t even taken Mason’s feelings into consideration. Jenna was obviously important to Mason and she obviously had a hold on him that he refused to let go of. Emily didn’t know why things were so intense between Mason and Emily and she didn’t really care but she did hate to see Mason in so much pain.
Once he was inside, Emily approached him and cupped his cheeks in her hands before pulling him in for a soft kiss. His lips tasted like the combination of salt water and blue agave, a surprisingly sweet yet powerful taste. ”Took you long enough.”
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Post by mason on Jan 4, 2011 5:57:19 GMT -4
Mason was already beginning to feel numb. His head spun in circles and his finger tips tingled. This was the feeling he looked forward to with every sip of sweet patron. He wasn’t quite sure how patron had come to be his most desired brand of alcohol but it had an effect on him more than anything. Beer was for losers who claimed to be “drinkers”. You weren’t a hardcore boozer unless you drank the real stuff. Some had their limits, Mason had none. He went as far as he wanted or until his body could take no more. Tonight he was on the verge of self-destruction. He was lucky enough to have Emily as a distraction. Well, more like a savior. When the sun would began to rise in the morning, Mason wouldn’t be surprised to wake up, only feeling half as bad as he could have. And that reasoning being that his choice of beverage was stolen from the one person he wanted to be with tonight. He wasn’t easy to control. His brother knew that, his parents knew that, and Jenna knew that. But in any situation, Mason found himself giving into Emily. She had that effect on him. For better or for worse.
“Thankss.” He muttered, stepping inside slowly, making sure he didn’t trip or spill his opened glass bottle. Mason moaned quietly under his breath as their lips sealed together. Even with all of the liquor in his system, the effect she had on him was still present. “Sorry. I uh- walked.” He admitted. He was about to enjoy walking home tomorrow with the after affects of the patron. That was assuming he was staying over tonight. Sober Mason had no problem with staying over last time. Drunk Mason without hesitation pronounced her apartment to be his crashing destination. Sure, he had a few shots the night before but he was more than aware of what took place. He doubted he’d recall a thing within the next half hour. Sober Mason would look back on this moment and instantly regret turning to Emily. Sure she welcomed him with open arms but she had yet to witness the hopeless Mason. The one that secretly mourned over the lose of his twin brother that no one in Manhattan even knew he had. The one that had commitment issues, ultimately pushing away every girl that wanted a relationship. The one that drowned in his sorrows and wrote songs about it the next day. Maybe, in some layer of his cranium, Mason did this to test Emily. To see how she would react. No way he would actually consciously devise a plan like that but still to this day, ever since he arrived over summer, he searched for someone that he could fall back on. That one who knew all his secrets and picked up his pieces when he was a mess.
The painful emotions hadn't fully hit him yet. Mason was still fumed by Jenna which steamed his passionate desire for Em. “Come here.” He would have lifted her but that would have turned out horrible considering he could barely stand on his own two feet. He motioned her to the couch and pulled her onto his lap so her back was facing him. His free hand held up her brunette hair as he softly kissed the back of her neck. He learned last time that she went crazy when his lips smoothed over different parts of her body. “Y-you know what I decided?” He whispered softly, gently nibbling on the lobe of her ear. Mason clenched the patron bottled between his fingers and lifted it to his lips, holding down another shot. .
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 4, 2011 18:29:10 GMT -4
Emily cocked her head at him while he spoke. ”You walked…?” Granted, Emily and Mason only lived a short ways from each other, Emily still would never had encouraged him to have walked. For Emily, walking was never a good choice when she was drinking. She either was too loud, couldn’t walk straight and knocked things over, fell over, or got angry and started hitting things. Being around other’s usually was a bad idea if Emily was allowed to be alone long enough to concentrate on her problems and therefore preferred to just have sex while trunk. Her senses were less keen and the slight guilt she felt with every new partner was even less once there was some alcohol sweetly caressing her bloodstream.
Stroking her cheek softly, Emily couldn’t help but smile at Mason. He looked terrible. His hair was messy, his clothes looked dirty and the slight bagging under his eyes made him look haggard. Whether it was the Patron or Jenna, something sure was getting under his skin. Thinking about the things that Jenna and her posse had said about her, Emily sighed. It was true that Emily hadn’t been the nicest person to Jenna but she had never said anything rude other than pointing out Jenna’s jealousy and in Emily’s opinion, honesty was hardly rude. Emily had never said anything that directly stabbed at Jenna’s character and all Jenna, Candice and Jake could do was take turns making stabs at Emily’s. Mason was a nice guy, a really nice guy- why would he want to be with someone as mean as Jenna?
When Mason motioned Emily to follow him to the couch, she was quick to comply. Emily just wanted to feel his skin against hers. He had been selfishly controlling her thoughts since he left the other morning and remember the texts that she had repeatedly sent him when she couldn’t stop thinking about a particular aspect of him, she chuckled softly. Up until this point, Mason had never really been more than a fun person to flirt with but now, after their experience the other night, Emily was starting to feel compassion for him. Friendships with her fuck-buddies were never an option but something was different with Mason and the more she enjoyed the company, the more she toyed with the idea of actually caring for this beautiful disaster.
Allowing him to pull her onto his lap, Emily leaned back into him, desperate for his heat. Out of all the men that Emily had been with, Mason was by far the warmest and there was absolutely nothing better than waking up next to a warm body like his. As she felt his lips kiss the back of her neck, a small whimper escaped her pink lips. ”You’re horrible..” She mumbled, her body curving in to his even more. Emily felt stupid for so willingly giving him the knowledge of her weaknesses and though he had only been there a few short minutes, Emily knew she was going to spend the entire night paying for it. When Mason tugged on her earlobe, Emily turned her head and kissed him, feeling tortured and lusting for him. ”Hmm?” She mumbled against his lips in response to his comment. Slipping her fingers around the glass bottle in his hand, Emily brought the warming liquid to her lips and swallowed, enjoying the burn as it made its way to the hollow of her stomach.
Standing up briefly, Emily repositioned herself so that she was facing him with both legs on either side of him and sat down. Looking at him, her stomach dropped. There he was; wild and stunning. As his blue eyes met her, she couldn’t resist puling him in for a third kiss. ”You’re barely resistible.” Emily whispered as her lips began kissing up his jaw. ”Now, what is this that you have decided?”To say the least, mason had made an impression on her and if she had her way tonight, he would just emphasize her desire for him- both physically and emotionally.
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Post by mason on Jan 6, 2011 3:58:15 GMT -4
“Better than driving…” At least in his condition. Ironically, Mason hated driving in cars anyways. It wasn’t just for the simple fact that Manhattan was the worst city to commute in anyways or because people just sucked at driving now a day. His father was one of the worst. Being the “football” dad, he was obligated to drive his kids around to every game, no matter where at. From that he learned the ins and outs of the road. Road rage was the key factor. But it wasn’t his father’s horrible skills behind the wheel that terrified Mason. It was as simple as watching his brother die from a car accident. He may not have been in the car when Caleb was struck by a drunk driver but he was at the party at which that person came from and if Mason hadn’t asked Caleb to pick him up his brother wouldn’t be dead. He’d still be alive and back in New Jersey. At a time like this, when it seemed as though everything in his world was crashing down, Mason couldn’t help but wish he was back home. He wish he could have taken everything back and not gone to the party. But then he wouldn’t be where he was, in Emily’s apartment. The only other place he’d rather be.
Maybe his condition wasn’t the best but Emily didn’t seem to care if he was drunk or not. Which was nice, considering that was the one thing Jenna couldn’t handle. Needless to say, no one should have but asking Mason to stop drinking was like asking him to stop breathing. It was mere impossible in his eyes. At least not without some help. In his opinion, patron was his best friend. The one thing that could make him feel high at his lowest points. And recently Mason had found his new fix. Something, well more like someone, that could also make the pain go away. Emily was more than he could have ever imagined. Their physical connection went deeper than anticipated. There was now an emotional appeal for the girl but not in a way that he wanted to make her his own. Both had seemed to make it pretty clear there was nothing more between them than just friends. And friends was all he needed right now. With all that had been going on with Jenna, having a girlfriend didn’t seem like a good idea. Then again, life was unpredictable.
All the thoughts the circulated threw his mind were now beginning to give him a headache. Or maybe that was the alcohol. Either way Mason was done worrying. His concentration fell back onto Emily as he held her comfortably in his arms. “You like it.” He retaliated to her comment. Finding out her weakness was a good thing for him because no matter what he would be in control. Mason could feel the desire ignite as Emily’s lips touched his. He was clenching every muscle in his body in order to stop himself from jumping on her right then and there. She’d probably have no complaints if he did anyways but there was a part of him that just wanted to sit and talk as well. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from her as she repositioned herself in his lap. Now having free hands, Mason ran them against her jeans, running them from her knees up to her inner thighs. Mason let a cocky grin form across his face before she kissed him again. “Mmm.” He moaned softly at her words. Even if he had tried, there was no resisting her.
He had almost forgotten what he had planned to tell her. Frankly, he couldn’t remember what he had decided and went for rambling. “I’ve decided…to forget those stupid jealous people. Forget Jenna. Forget Caleb. Forget football…” Mason was definitely rambling. The alcohol was speaking now, not really allowing him any control. Drunken words were sober thoughts and she was about to get an ear full if she’d let him. Just as easily as he started speaking he stopped. He snatched the patron from her hands, took another swig, and then locked his lips with hers. Mason placed his free hand behind her neck and he pulled her close. He was completely consumed in her. Every part of him wanted her. Mind, body and soul.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 6, 2011 21:33:52 GMT -4
Emily couldn’t argue Mason’s point, walking definitely was better than driving when you were intoxicated. Once, when she was younger, her father had crashed into a fence while driving home drunk. No one got hurt besides the car but she still thought that it was a very bad and dangerous idea. Though, so was drinking, and that was something that Emily knew Mason would never give up. Emily didn’t think that drinking was a bad thing as long as you could still live an engaged life. As long as he could still go to school and hold down a job and communicate with others than it really didn’t matter what he did in his free time. True, alcohol wasn’t healthy but neither was fast food or not washing your hands after handling money but people didn’t judge others for doing those things, why was alcohol such a problem? If someone needed a drink, let them drink.
When it came to emotions, Emily had plenty, though most of them stemmed from lust. Emily had never loved anyone other than her family members and never intended to. In her eyes, the only thing that came from love was pain. No one could be in love forever, no one can always do the right thing, and for that reason, Emily never wants to be in love. People are not perfect but for some reason every ones idea of love is perfect. And therefore love is unattainable and Emily isn’t one to waste her time on such things. It wasn’t that Emily didn’t want to find love, because she did, she just didn’t want to work at loving someone and then have them let her down like her father did. Seventeen years of lies and being a criminal can really change your opinion of someone.
The feeling of Mason’s hands sliding up her legs shot shivers down her spine and her body seemed to ache for him. Emily was kissing his neck when he began to speak and though she could understand why he would want to forget Jenna, she had no idea who Caleb was or what was wrong with football. Pulling back, she cocked her head slightly and looked at him, confusion evident on her face. Before she was able to formulate her thoughts enough to speak, Mason had downed another reasonably large amount of the Tequila and was now kissing her. Fighting the kiss or even pretending to fight the kiss would be useless and she knew this was true when her body just formed to him. It was like their bodies were made perfectly for each other. As his lips crashed down on hers, Emily wanted to just let go. Mason knew exactly how to control her and as much as she wanted to protest to the kiss, she just couldn’t.
A few moments flew past before Emily could pull back, slightly gasping for air. The pain was still heavy in Mason’s eyes and though she wanted him to just forget about what was bothering him, she could tell he really needed to talk about it. Pressing her forehead against his, she tried to calm her body down so that she could think and listen. ”What you said….Caleb? Football?” Emily was still trying to figure out what he meant and trying to decide how to word a question that she really didn’t even know how to ask. ”Who’s Caleb? What’s wrong with football?”
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Post by mason on Jan 8, 2011 2:44:43 GMT -4
At this point, Mason was long gone from realizing what he was doing or saying for that matter. He knew very well that drinking as much he had in the time it had taken him to get from his house to Emily’s wasn’t very bright of him. On a regular basis he liked to take it slow, that way the affects of liquor hit him slowly. Step by step he enjoyed the feelings, both emotionally and physically, until he reached the point of no return. Mason really hadn’t realized the rambling he had done about everything that was bothering him. Drunken Mason was now revealing everything he kept hidden from everyone in Manhattan. In hopes of changing the subject, he tempted her with some soothing kisses. He figured resisting the physical actions would be hard for her. They were hard enough for him to resist as she sat in his lap. Part of him wanted to talk up a storm while another part just wanted to occupy his mouth in other ways. His spell over her could only last so long though. Especially since he led a completely unknown topic float in the air. “What you said…Caleb? Football?” And that was the beginning of the end. Mason locked his eyes with hers, not only entranced by her but in complete thought how he would explain this. He scrunched up his face, being to feel his headache from thinking to hard while intoxicated. “Who’s Caleb? And what’s wrong with football?” Maybe he had stalled to see if she would drop it but there was no going back now.
Mason pulled the bottle of patron to his lips once again, almost completely missing his mouth. He laid his head back against the couch as he let the liquid burn down his throat. His diamond blue eyes zeroed in on Emily as he went into serious mode. Or as serious as he could get while drunk. “Caleb is, well was, my twin brother.” He started, taking in a deep breath. “He died in a car accident…and you know why?” He eyed her, feeling delusional. “Because of me.” He pointed to himself. “If I hadn’t gone to that lame party he’d still be alive. And maybe, maybe I wouldn’t blame myself. Of course my dad does. He’s a prick…but he for surely blames me.” There was no stopping his jabber now. Confessing it all didn’t actually make him feel all that bad. Well, that could have been the numbing affect from the alcohol but he was making it seem so easy to talk about it. “And football…I hate football.” He admitted waving is arms around in front of this face, really trying to make a statement. “I do it for my mother and s-so my dad will stay off my ass.” Which was true. Luckily, she had already known about his secret passion for music. That was what he really wanted to do but he couldn’t let anyone else no that. “Writing is what I love. Maybe not like love like a person but I love it. That’s why my most recent songs are about Jenna. Jenna…” Mason sighed heavily. “Jenna who? Jenna doesn’t love me…She’d rather torture me.” He continued on.
“You know what else tortures me?” He asked with a drunken smile across his face. “You. B-but in a good way. I like that kind of torture.” Mason placed a hand behind her head, pulling her into another kiss. How so much talk could lead him back to her. Back to his excited mood was beyond him. Now that the cat was out of the bag he wanted to move on. Having the good feeling. Not the bad feeling. You know the one that had dragged him down for so long. Maybe it was good for him to tell Emily everything but he wouldn’t realize all he said until the morning. Mason set the patron bottle down on the floor next to the couch and then repositioned Emily so she was laying down on the couch. He set his body comfortably down on hers, letting himself become easily side tracked.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 12, 2011 17:12:29 GMT -4
Caleb is, well was, my twin brother. At the sound of those simple words, Emily’s stomach dropped. Emily was a twin and Luke was her best friend. He had been the one constant support throughout her entire life and the thought of living without him was almost too painful to think about, let alone the lingering guilt of feeling responsible. There were many times where something horrible could have happened to Luke at Emily’s expense but he had always been there and the idea of him not being there was so foreign that she actually couldn’t even contemplate it. All Emily could understand was the type of bond that was shared between twins and if Caleb and Mason shared a bond anywhere near as strong as Emily and Luke did, then Emily imagine that the pain of losing him was intense. Rubbing her thumbs against his temple, Emily offered a sincere smile but was at a complete loss for words. Being audibly comforting had never been Emily’s strong suit so rather than speak; she let her lips brush against his and then kissed each of his eyelids softly.
When Mason mentioned Jenna, Emily sighed. How was it possible that this girl could ruin every conversation whether she was present or not? Emily knew that Mason was hooked on the girl, but every time that he mentioned Jenna while him and her were together, Emily couldn’t help but feel a ping of jealousy and the intense urge to ruin the Junior’s reputation. Plus, why did Mason like this girl anyway? She was, after all, only a junior. Emily would never deny the fact that Jenna was beautiful and maybe that was what made Emily feel so insecure about her. Mason was a great guy and though Emily didn’t have any ‘strong’ romantic emotions for him, she did like the idea of being high on his priority list. Somehow and for some reason, just the idea of Jenna and Mason being together made Emily angry. Maybe it was the fact that Jenna and Mason didn’t have sex, or maybe it was just the fact that Jenna was a mean girl but Emily didn’t want Mason to be with Jenna and after learning a little more about his personal life, Emily felt herself growing a little weaker towards the boy.
As Mason turned his attention, and lips, back to Emily, all thoughts just seemed to evaporate. Emily agreed with what Mason was saying. Every time Mason touched her, every time he kissed her Emily got chills. It was like the chemistry between them ignited in to a fire and flames began to absorb her every time he got close. When his powerful arms lifted her and shifted their bodies so that he was resting on top of her, Emily grinned against his lips and pulled him closer, instantly regretting putting on clothing before he arrived.
Emily wasn’t just going to ignore what he had said about his brother, but she could tell by the look in his eyes that he needed passion right now more than deep conversation so it was going to have to wait. Pulling his face down to meet hers, Emily’s kiss was passionate and full of lust. Her left leg wrapped around his waist and her pelvis pressed up against his. Emily wanted to make him feel better. She didn’t care that he was drunk and possibly wouldn’t remember what he had said about his brother when he woke up, Emily wanted to make him feel better right now. ”Mmm Mason…” She mumbled, spreading her knees so that his body could rest against hers. ”I want you.”
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Post by mason on Jan 14, 2011 4:04:26 GMT -4
Even while intoxicated, Mason found admitting his life struggles to Emily was extremely difficult. His dislike for football and issues with Jenna were only paper cuts compared to his pain for his deceased brother. The alcohol couldn’t cloak him from the hurt he felt just speaking Caleb’s name. Memories brought him back to the day it all happened. A night when Mason had chosen to sneak out of the house to attend a party. Not only did his twin cover for him so their parents wouldn’t notice him gone but also offered to pick him up when Mason decided he was ready to come home for the night. He remembered the phone call, waking Caleb at 2am. He remembered waiting on the front door steps of someone’s house he hardly knew, trying to keep himself from passing out. He remembered the incoming call from his parents and how he almost ignored the call, afraid of getting into trouble. But Mason had figured if they were calling now they already knew he was out. He had assumed Caleb got caught sneaking out of the house to come get him but he was in for a rude awakening. The liquor had blurred out the reality of the whole situation and Mason didn’t fully comprehend until he got to the hospital. Until he saw the physically identical version of him lying in a hospital bed. It was then did the drunken teenage boy fall to his knees, crying. Mason could feel himself reliving that day even as he resided in the present day and it took Emily’s touch to remind him that it was all in the past.
He took in a large amount of air and held it in before releasing. Her soft lips brushed against his then against his closed eyes. The touch was reassuring, not in a way that she knew how he felt but that she understood his pain. For someone to give him that type of respect, even without speaking, meant the world to him. Needless to say, his parents knew that their son mourned the loss of his brother deeply. No matter who it was, losing a loved one was nearly impossible to get over, but they really didn’t understand. Mason didn’t expect anyone to but he longed for the emotional support that he was now receiving from Emily. It didn’t take much to distract him while intoxicated but the connection still lingered from the last time they had sex. Maybe this was all intended to be fun and games but the pair knew there was more to it than that. Neither wanted anything serious, romantic relationship wise, but Mason found himself accumulating feelings for the brunette. They had chemistry in which kept their friendship growing. At this point, he did intend on keeping her around, even if it was just as friends. They had an emotional connection that kept him strong even at his lowest points.
The conversation had ended and there was nothing more that needed to be said. At least not until the morning. Mason carefully laid his athletically built body on top of Emily’s. The sound of her voice speaking his name was alone enough to get him back into the mood. His right hand moved up into her brown locks, pulling her face close to his. He kissed her deep as his free hand slid up and under her shirt. His fingers caressed her side as he enjoyed the silkiness of her skin. After a few moments he sat up, both knees planted by each side of her. His weight rested on the couch instead of her and graciously he pulled her in the up right position. Mason looked deep into her eyes as he slowly, but surely began to remove her shirt.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 14, 2011 9:20:40 GMT -4
Over the last few weeks, Emily had grown accustomed to Mason’s ever changing kisses that reflected his ever changing moods but as she lie beneath him and his lips caressed hers so delicately, she found herself melting into the cushion of the seat. Mason had never kissed her like that before. It felt as though her nerves were connected to his and all the overpowering emotions that he was feeling were protruding on to her. When he pulled away from the kiss, Emily had to gasp for air; a similar reaction to what one would do if their air support suddenly disappeared. The power of this emotion overcame Emily as she just simply stared at him, her eyes widened with surprise at the drop of her lower stomach, releasing a chain of butterflies to soar up her throat. Emily never got butterflies. She blushed on occasion but never, ever got butterflies. Her fingers moved to trace the lines of his face as she ached to be closer to him. What Mason had dealt with about Caleb was such a saddening experience that Emily could see how it had softened Mason towards people. True, Emily didn’t know the type of person that Mason was before the accident, but knowing him now, she could see the parts of him that were bruised and she longed to have the power to heal them.
Allowing him to pull her forward, Emily didn’t hesitate to lock eyes with Mason. He was so beautiful. Not only were his eyes captivating and full of emotion, but everything he did seemed to shoot shivers down her spine. As his fingers hooked under her shirt, Emily didn’t prevent him from taking it off. Watching it fall to the floor, Emily placed her hands on his hips lightly before sliding them up his chest to cup his face. The butterflies in her stomach were building and the sensation was so new that Emily didn’t even know what to do with it. Emily knew that she would need to talk to Mason about his brother and the guilt and the way she was currently feeling, but all of that would have to wait until she was able to speak again. The longer she looked into Mason’s eyes, the more butterflies were released and the harder it became for her to speak. ”I..I-I…I…” Shaking her head lightly, Emily couldn’t even speak. She wanted to tell him that she wanted him, that she enjoyed him, and that she adored him, but no words were able to escape as her jaw dropped slightly. Feeling the need to express what she was feeling but unable to use her words, Emily softly pulled on the bottom of Mason’s shirt. Her hands were calm and steady as she leaned forward and slowly lifted it from his body. Emily could tell that they were going to take things slow tonight and she really didn’t mind at all because it meant that she would continue to be able to feel that small glint of ecstasy that danced around Emily whenever Mason was near.
Moving up on to her knees to meet him, Emily closed her eyes and inhaled a deep breath, trying to steady her shaking hands. Breathing in the musky scent of Mason’s skin, her body longed for the feeling of his warmth on top of her. Pressing her chest in to his, Emily kept their eyes engaged as her hands slid down his torso lower and gently unhooked his belt and unzipped his jeans. Emily wanted Mason inside of her. She wanted to feel the power of his body crashing down on her and the weight of his emotions tingling through her fingertips. Emily had been with many men but nothing had ever felt as powerful as when she was with Mason.
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Post by mason on Jan 15, 2011 0:09:20 GMT -4
Mason couldn’t fight the mixed emotions that attacked him from left and right. All day it was a never ending supply and he wasn’t sure if he could handle it. Actually, rewinding back to before he arrived at Emily’s. The fight with Jenna. The never ending guilt. It all became too much when he decided to turn to the one thing that brought him down the most. Alcohol. The burning taste of patron eased his senses and numbed the turning of his insides. The moment he stepped threw the threshold of the apartment, Mason knew that his heartache would cease to exist for the rest of the night. Yes, the hurt had faded away but something new began to form, deep in the bottom of his stomach. Not sickness from the large amount of liquor consumed. That would come later. No, this was something different. A feeling that was fresh. A feeling he got only with Emily; when she grazed his face with her fingers, when her smooth lips collided with his, and when her eyes locked on him with extreme desire. Rather than making him weak in the knees, Emily made him feel indestructible. Like nothing in the world could break him.
His eyes only strayed once the shirt was lifted from her shoulders. Mason ran his hands against her delicate skin as he not only admired her body but her as whole. He leaned his forehead against hers as her touch sent shivers up his spine. His eyes closed as he tried to control his breathing. In through the nose, grasping her sweet scent, and out through the mouth, emitting his warm breath so it tingled against her lips. This feeling was engulfing him and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it in any other way. It felt right and he couldn’t just let it surpass him. He wanted it more than anything. Mason wanted Emily. He wanted her to know that and it seemed as though she felt the same way. He gazed into her eyes as she tried to speak but fumbled on words. He swallowed what felt like a lump in his throat, almost feeling nervous. As if he had never done this before. He too wanted to say something, anything that would make the moment even better but nothing was audible. Instead he chose to stick with actions. They were working so far. It’s as if their actions were enough to express their emotions and slowly, but surely, they were making them known.
Mason lifted his arms above his head as Emily removed his shirt. He positioned his hands on the small of her back as their warm chests pressed against each others. He tilted his head and gently kissed down the side of her neck and across her collar bone. His hands motioned up her back as he took in every second. Normally, at this point, he would have a hard time containing himself from tackling her but he wanted to slow it down. He wanted to make every moment count. Even though Mason seemed like the one who need comfort, he still felt the need to make Emily feel the same way. His lips crossed back over his tracks and continued on to her lips. He kissed her softly before feeling his pants come undone. For a moment he stepped off the couch, letting his jeans fall to the floor, boxers still remained on. He knelt in front of the couch and pulled Emily into a sitting position, her legs on both sides of him. Mason slid his hands up her thighs and began to undo her skin tight jeans. His lips pressed against her chest and lingered down to the spot before her pants. He looked back up at her, locking his eyes as he slowly pulled down one of the last clothing items she had on.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 15, 2011 4:51:14 GMT -4
The feeling of his warm hands exploring her body intensified the chills that were now creeping up Emily’s arms. Everything that Mason did made Emily feel like she was flying. A soft moan escaped her lips in a bubble of emotion as his breath danced and lingered across her lips, tauntingly. Never had Emily wanted to be closer to another human being. It didn’t matter whether their bodies were tangled and pressed as close together as they could fit, Emily still wanted to be closer. It was as though her bones were literally aching for contact with his and there was just no possible way that they could get close enough.
As Mason’s lips trail across her neck and chest, Emily’s eyes closed. How was it possible that something as simple as being held in someone’s arms could feel so right? It was as if every single thing that he did was aimed at pleasing her to completion. Every warm kiss, every sift touch just sent her body into tingles of excitement. Once their chests were both rid of clothing, Emily was quick to press hers against his and soak up all of the warmth that his body was radiating. One thing about Mason’s body that was so appealing to Emily was its warmth. It was so warm that it comforted her and calmed her down and gave her this sense of security that seemed to enable even more walls to bust down. Mason made her feel safe and all he had to do was hold her.
Watching Mason stand and remove his pants, a massive wave of desire built in the pit of Emily’s stomach. It wasn’t desire to pin him against the wall and take him inside of her, but the desire to feel their bodies connect in a way that only they could. Before Mason, Emily had never felt like she was making love with someone while having sex. It was always fast and urgent and impatient but with Mason, they took their time and enjoyed every single second of it. Mason was filled with passion and it was so attractive to Emily the way that he allowed his masculinity to mix with his passionate side and the result was truly magical.
When Mason began to reposition Emily, she didn’t fight him. Sitting up, she ran her fingers through his hair and smiled at him, wishing she could find the words to express the emotions that she was feeling in that exact moment. The two words that were teasing the corners of her lips were you and perfection although her throat couldn’t form the vibration loud enough for her to put them into a sentence and say it. Emily released a small moan as his hands slid up her thighs and began undoing her jeans. His lips were warm and teasing as they crossed her chest and arching her back and lifting her hips slightly, she helped him slide down her jeans until they were detached from her body.
Emily’s hands were quick to find his hair again as she sat there, staring at this beautiful boy in front of her. In most situations, Emily would feel uncomfortable sitting on her couch wearing nothing but her bra and panties, though the bra was barely still clasped, but Mason made her feel differently. Mason made Emily feel comfortable in a way that she was almost encouraged to tell him her flaws because he was certain to turn them into the positive. She was never insecure about her body when he was around and she admired him for having that power over her. Not many people could make her feel that level of comfort and she appreciated him for it. Smiling, Emily’s thoughts jumped to the idea of them being old and in rocking chairs on their front porch while they discussed what things were like now. It was an endearing thought and for the first time, made Emily seriously think about her relationship with Mason being anything more than just sex.
Tagged: Mason Word count: 673 Notes: Love me, love me, say that you’ll love me? [/sup] |
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Post by mason on Jan 16, 2011 19:35:52 GMT -4
Mason couldn’t help but feel the way he did with Emily. There was a natural connection from the start between the two of them. One that ignited their chemistry. It was like he was thunder and she was lighting. They meshed well together. Even with their different and complex lives, together the pieces seemed to fall into place. At first, everything Mason did with Emily was like a decoy to everything else in his crazy, messed up world. He couldn’t deny that having sex with her was a simple act of entertainment. Both had that same opinion on what they were “doing” but he began to accumulate unusual emotions. With every moment spent together, every touch, every look, Mason couldn’t help but feel something for the girl. They weren’t suppose to form these types of sensations. They would only led to a deeper connection, one that made him feel that being just friends wasn’t enough. He didn’t expect such ideas from his side because a relationship seemed completely out of the picture. Mas was still stuck on Jenna and Em was happy living a love life with no attachments but it was inevitable how he felt. Engaging each other sexually wasn’t making it any easier for him to ignore it either.
For tonight, he would have to keep his opinions to himself. The last thing he wanted was to spoil the moment. The one in which he was completely entangled with. Even if he had walked into the apartment filled with a whole lot of negative emotion, right now he was far from that. Emily had that effect on him. One that seemed to hypnotize him. He clenched his jaw muscles as she ran her fingers threw his hair. Not only was she teasing his biggest turn on but she was enjoying it. Her soft, girlish moan fueled the tingling sensations he was having. They started from his finger tips and soared threw his entire body down to his toes. He couldn’t control the shiver that made his body twitch out of excitement. Mason admired the beautiful girl that sat before him. His eyes lingered to her half naked body. She was perfection to the eye. He let his tongue slid across his own lips, dampening them slightly before locking them with hers. He placed both his hands around her waist and began to lift her off the couch. He motioned for her legs to wrap around his waist as he stood to his feet, their lips still stuck to one another.
Mason cautiously moved away from the couch, making sure to not to trip over anything. He placed one hand under her bottom, supporting her weight on that one arm as he used his other hand to fully unlatch her bra. He let the piece of underwear slid off her shoulders and fall to the floor. In the morning they would have fun scavenging for all their clothes. As long as they followed the trail from the room to the living room, it wouldn’t be too hard. Though it would certainly bring back memories. Despite having full control over his body, he was still highly intoxicated and would most likely remember little. He had no doubts they would spend a good hour recalling their wild adventure. Mason slowly pulled his lips from hers and kissed along her shoulder line as he maneuvered into her bedroom. The very place where everything had started. Everything led them to this moment and probably many more to come. Even if he allowed his true feelings to emerge and nothing changed, he still wanted to keep Emily. It would be hard to ever let go of what they had.
He set the petite body gently on the bed as he stood next it. He took one of her legs in his hands and slowly kissed upwards until he came to her inner thigh. Mason’s eyes met with hers as he straightened his body upright and grabbed her undies between his fingers.
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Post by emily ann armstrong on Jan 17, 2011 3:04:09 GMT -4
When Mason lifted her from the sofa, Emily molded into his powerful arms. How was it that her body fit so perfectly with his? That her lips longed for the sweet taste of his body? Closing her eyes and clinging to him, Emily could feel herself growing weak towards him. It wasn’t that Emily was fighting her feeling for the boy, but fear was keeping her doubtful that they even existed. No relationship in her life had ever worked out so why would she think any different of this one? Emily enjoyed the idea of being able to be with Mason like this whenever she wanted, free of guilt and frustrations, but the longer he held her in his arms, the more she softened to him and the more frustrated she became. Aside from the fact that Emily was terrified of relationships and Mason was still in love with Jenna, the truth was simply that Mason was too good for Emily and she would not allow him to degrade himself to her level. Mason was intelligent and kind and gentle, Emily was just a whore and no matter what he might possible think, he deserved better than Emily could ever offer him.
Emily didn’t care what most people thought of her but something was different with Mason. Most people viewed Emily as a whore and though she wouldn’t deny it, she really didn’t make a habit of sleeping with more than one guy at a time but what she had with Mason wasn’t just ‘sleeping together’ and neither of them could deny that. When Mason was holding her and kissing her and sharing his passion with her, Emily felt more whole than she ever had. Mason made her loose herself to him every time he touched her and because of this, Emily found herself wondering what was so special about him. He was practically a taken man and forming feelings was completely against the rules in Emily’s book, but no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she couldn’t deny the way that Mason made her feel. It was like his touch could melt the walls she had built up and when his fingers slid up to remove her bra, just the simple brush of his fingers against her skin brought forth a small moan. Everything that Mason did was perfect.
As Mason’s lips moved down Emily’s neck to her collar bone, yet another soft moan slipped out of her pink lips. Her blood was boiling with passion for Mason. It was no longer a desire for him, but a need for him. Over the last few days, the last hour, the last few minutes Emily started doubting everything that she thought she had so securely set up as boundaries. But she couldn’t help it. Mason was making it hard for her to stay true to her rules and as much as she fought the emotions that were building in her chest, when he kissed her the way he was now, she couldn’t resist but to let them come through. Cupping his face in her hands, Emily brought Mason’s lips to hers and kissed him deeper and more passionately than she had ever kissed anyone before. Her emotions were so strong and this was the only way she knew how to release them. Her eyes grew heavy and her body clung to him even more as her mouth pushed and curved against his, hopeful that he would be able to feel how she was feeling without her having to vocalize the emotions that she couldn’t even form in to words.
Once her body hit the bed, Emily reluctantly pulled her lips away from Mason. Her breathing was heavy with emotion and her body was aching for his warmth once again. Staring into her eyes, it was obvious that she was fighting with herself but the moment his soft lips met the skin of her leg, Emily’s eyes shut and her body tensed. How could she resist him? It was as though their bodies were created to do this, created to please one another and if that was the case, why was she fighting her emotions so badly? Surely Mason was out of her league and unattainable because of Jenna, but that didn’t mean that Emily had to hide behind her walls, right? Wrong. That was exactly what she had to do. Sex and only sex, nothing else.
Opening her eyes, Emily gasped softly at how beautiful Mason was. The window in her room was allowing just enough moonlight into her room that it illuminated Mason’s cheek bones, his jaw line and the softness of his eyes. He was radiating in the natural beauty of the night and Emily couldn’t help the sting in her chest caused from the realization that she would never be good enough for him. Shaking away the thought and angry with herself, Emily helped Mason remove her panties and was quick to slide her body to the end of the bed, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling him down on top of her. Maybe it was the haze of the patron, the lustful calling of her groin or possibly something a bit more meaningful, but Emily had never wanted to be closer to Mason than she did in that moment.
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