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Monthly Bonus Content #2—'Soaked Through' (Mason Spring Scenario Special)
🕑 Added 2022-04-14 12:59:01 +0000 UTCIt starts with a gentle mist of fine rain that coats us completely. As I glance over at Mason, his skin almost seems to sparkle in the sun that shines stalwartly against the threat of the storm clouds beginning to slice across it.
But it doesn’t take long for the drops to turn heavy and pelt down on us like bullets as a gloomy darkness overtakes the sky.
Soon the grass beneath our feet is like a quagmire, and we squelch across it on our slow trudge back to the warehouse from the clearing where we’d been training.
“Wonderful…” I groan, wiping the wetness covering my forehead as though it will help any.
Mason gives a deep chuckle. “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
I look over my shoulder back at him to find an unexpected smile slide across his lips. I pause and examine him. His body is relaxed, his breaths easy, and he seems completely unbothered by the fact his clothes are clinging to him…revealing every toned muscle and hard line of his body.
Clearing my throat, I meet his gaze again.
He tilts his head, the smile curving into a smirk. “Seems like you’re enjoying it more now, sweetheart/handsome.”
“I was just thinking that you look the most relaxed I’ve seen you in a long time,” I state with a roll of my eyes as his focus enjoys a slow roam over my own soaked clothing in much the same way I had with him.
But he eventually takes the change of conversation. “It’s easier in the storm.”
Our words seem to be soaked by the hammering rain, so I step closer. “Why?”
“It overtakes everything else,” he explains, holding out a hand so as raindrops splash against his palm. “The storm is the only thing I can feel. It’s almost as much relief as yo—” His words stammer to a halt as he frowns, seeming confused at his own statement.
“As what?”
His hand drops back to his side. “As you give me.”
I blink at the blunt words. “…I what?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he calls with a shake of his head. Thunder rumbles around us. “All I know is that a storm overpowers everything else, and for a little while, I can finally get some peace.”
Small droplets of rain trickle down from the canopy above, creating a chill stream down my back, and I wrap my arms around myself. “I’ve never thought of a storm as something peaceful.”
“Really? Must be because vampires can sense more of it,” he suggests with a slight shrug. “Close your eyes.”
I lift a brow.
“Don’t trust me, sweetheart/handsome?” His top lip lifts into a smirk that reveals the tip of a sharp fang, which doesn’t help with me wanting to fulfil his request.
But I take a breath and shut my eyes. “Why am I doing this?”
“Because I like having you at my mercy,” he purrs.
I crack an eye open to see him only a few inches away.
His smirk remains. “I’m just joking. Close your damn eyes.”
I do so without hesitation.
My heart skips in my chest as his fingertips trace along my forearm.
“It’s easier to get a sense of how we feel when one of your senses is dulled. Take away sight, and hopefully your other senses will heighten to compensate,” he murmurs, his voice like a warm wave across my rain-soaked skin.
I shiver.
“Seems like it’s working,” he whispers in my ear, making my throat clench. “Just…focus on the storm.”
It seems like an impossible task as I can sense his presence so close, wanting to consume my every thought, but I do my best.
The drops of rain against stone are like a chiming melody as I really focus on it. And the wonderfully fresh, crisp smell of the wettened earth sinks through me. A flash of lightning glows in front of my closed eyelids, sending a slight heightened prickle to dance across me.
But the storm is almost forgotten as his fingers continue their wandering up my arms, and my concentration almost snaps.
“Everything is better in a storm,” he states.
“Everything?” I can’t help but ask.
He doesn’t reply, but his thumb traces across my lips in asking.
My brain seems to struggle to catch up with my motions, but I finally manage to give a slight nod of my head.
His thumb is replaced by his lips, gently teasing as they brush mine. My tongue licks at my bottom lip to taste him as he draws away. It’s only a second before he presses them on mine again.
I’m not sure if the moan is mine or his, but it’s lost within the sudden urgency of our kiss. And I can feel it everywhere. My body seems to shimmer with the heat and pleasure of it. My nerves fire faster than the lightning flashing around us.
When he pulls back, my breath whooshes out of me as I peel open my eyes.
Mason is gazing at me when I do.
My senses seem to kick up a notch even higher as I meet his piercing grey eyes, my heart thumping an erratic dance against my ribs, and my breaths short as though not wanting to break this silent moment.
“See what I mean?” he asks in a surprisingly breathless tone.
I swallow thickly. “Yeah, I think I do.”
It takes me a good few seconds before I can get my body to move again.
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Yes…if I can get a Twilight reference in, I will, hehe ;D
Comments
faewitch
Made the mistake of reading this at work. Unsure how to cope. Send help
S
Mason never fails to surprise me in the best ways, and now I am at my desk trying hard not to publicly swoon 🤣
