You take my breath away || Avason
Ava woke to the sound of the rain pattering on the window. The sound had lulled her to sleep last night after another late night of staying up to mindlessly talk to Mason about everything there was. She stretched, her spine arching upward as she swam up from the dredges of sleep. She turned over, her hand curling against the cool pillow. She was a bit saddened that she didnât get to wake up with Mason but she was sure that he was off running errands. Her brow furrowed as she something rustle beneath the pillow. She reached under the pillow, her hand finding a paper beneath it and Ava realized that Mason had left her a little note. She read over the note, a sleepy smiley turning into a big grin as she read what he had written her. The fact that Mason had noticed that Ava always got a kiss in the morning, whether he was getting home from a shift or leaving to start one, Ava always insured that she got a kiss. It warmed her to see that he noticed.Â
She slid off her bed, grabbing her bathrobe, hearing a crinkle as she put her hand through the sleeve. Avaâs brow furrowed as she picked up another note. She laughed aloud at the note, of course he had set up a little hunt of notes. As she moved through her regular morning routine and Ava encountered more and more notes; her morning turned from another regular one to one filled with the fun of finding notes and reading the things Mason had left her. She placed the vase filled with flowers on her nightstand, savored his meal and chocolate scones and showered with leisure. Although now that she knew that something awaited her in the closet, she nearly had to force herself to enjoy her shower.
Ava found the box in her closet, wrapped with a sweet little bow. She gasped when she opened it. Her fingers grazed over the lace flowers so carefully embroidered over the fabric. She lifted it out of the box, gasping as she realized it was a beautiful corset-type top made for her to wear. She picked up the note in the box and grinned as she was given another gift. She tightened the towel around her body as she walked into the living room, her eyes falling on a beautiful dress. She picked up the note, her eyes flashing to the nearest clock as she tuned into to how long she had before Mason arrived back home.
She grabbed her gift and reentered her bedroom, starting on her routine to getting ready for whatever Mason had planned. She grabbed her phone, typing out a message, dropping her phone on the bed without pressing send. Her afternoon become one donned with curlers, lotions and all the things that made her feel all dressed up. As the clock turned to a quarter past 5Â oâ clock, Ava slipped into the lingerie Mason had given her removing the white straps as she slipped on the strapless dress that was her other gift. She removed the curlers from her hair, sprayed what needed to be in place and dabbed on gloss on the pout of her mouth.Â
Ava was slipping her feet into her shoes when she heard the front door open. She looked at the clock on the nightstand, worried that she hadnât gotten ready on time. Ava heard Mason call out her name and she exited her bedroom, grabbing her small turquoise clutch on the way out. âHey, sugar.â Avaâs smile bloomed as she walked over to Mason, setting the things in her hands down. She draped her arms over his shoulders as her mouth met his in a small, sweet kiss. âThank you, Mase.â
Mason eyed the place rather indifferently at first, his mind traveling to places beyond the walls of Ava's home, whilst one hand still held open the door behind him, as though he was just stopping by. Upon seeing Ava enter the room, however, his hand released the door and let it slide shut as if the door had seared as hot as a fire, and by two big strides he'd met her. It was as if a switch had been flicked -- his mind returned at once to his body, and his face lit up with life. It was funny, how he always seemed to come alive more around Ava. At least he always seemed to feel more alive around her. It was like a glow around the edges of his mind; reminding him constantly of the tingling contractions in his chest he couldn't particularly put his finger on, spurred by seeing her, meeting her eyes, kissing her, holding her. Though, of course, as of right in that moment, when their lips met, Mason didn't particularly think of it. Maybe it was more of a subconscious thing.Â
His arms slid around her waist, loose and loving, calm and safe, and he couldn't do anything else but smile down warmly at her, his eyes glowing their usual cerulean. "Did you like it?" The question was out of his mouth faster than he could react, not directly hiding all of a certain nervousness, as his hand reached up to caress her cheekbone with his thumb as if pulling away a strand of hair, though there were none. His warm smile was slightly cracked by an odd nervousness, though nevertheless Mason took care not to utter a word so as to lead her onto it. "It wasn't easy picking any of them out," he admitted, and chuckled slightly, his head shaking minutely. "I could have used a map, or something. I think the clerk took pity on me at the end." In the end, after a few good long hours, Mason had chosen that which he thought spoke best of her, though. It was a lie to say Mason wasn't at least somewhat proud of what he'd chosen; still, he remained kind of nervous about Ava's judgement.Â
Mason's eyes traveled over Ava's face in a calm manner. There was a very present look about the expression on his countenance. Almost... wild. Windblown. "Do you need a few more minutes to get ready? I'm a bit early, so we've got some time," Mason offered with a tiny nod toward the door. When he mentioned leaving the house, Mason could feel his heart give another a-little-too-violent throb against his rib cage.Â
