daydreams | candy + mason
As Mason looked down at the crazy, bubbly blonde seated next to him he wasn’t able to do anything but smile. She was one of the few people he actually enjoyed having in his life. He had been suffocating and she had been the breath of fresh air he didn’t even know he needed. She had come out of nowhere and knocked him on his ass, literally, the very first time they met had been as wolves and all she wanted to do was fight. He watched the devious smile spread across her perfect lips and he knew he was in trouble.
He wasn’t sure how he felt at her remarks of ditching her clothes all together, on the one hand he was a man and she was a beautiful woman, but on the other hand, she was his beautiful woman, not that he would ever say that out loud to her, she would cut his balls off in his and sleep and he had grown quite attached to them over the years. “That’s not funny and you know it” He grumbled glancing around once more satisfied, for the most part, as everyone was back to minding their own fucking business.
“Plastic bag is shit” He agreed with her taking a sip of his coffee before taking a bite of his bacon. “That’s why I build the cabin out there to avoid all that” he said waving his hand. “You could always just stay there during the full moon and cut the hassle of driving out of town” He said rather quickly before taking another sip, well, gulp of his coffee. “Just think about it” He said when he saw he look on her face.
He had been saved when Linda, one of the only waitresses who worked for Granny, brought her the mound of French toast. The amount of sugar that woman could ingest and still be alive honestly astounded him. He looked back and forth between her and the sugary death that would kill a grown man. “It’s a good thing you’re a wolf or you would for sure be a diabetic” He added shaking his head before turning back to his food and shoveling a forkful of scrambled egg into his mouth. He grinned, mouth full and all at the look she gave him.
“You need to fuel up if you want to go all the way up to Bear Falls” He added, not that he would mind the run, it’s what he needed. The flock of Supes that came into Central City had also brought Hunters which made him uneasy add to that his least favorite—the witches and he was on edge. A long run would do him some good, plus it would continue to keep Candy happy and honestly that’s all he wanted.
Candy couldn’t help the way she lit up when Linda dropped the pile of french toast in front of her. When Mason made his comment about her diabetes, she let out a light giggle. “Darlin, I grew up in Mississippi where our sweet tea is practically syrup it has so much sugar in it,” she said, cutting into the french toast and stuffing a large bite in her mouth before continuing, “My momma made blackberry or blueberry cobbler every weekend.” She paused as she chewed and swallowed her food, then continued, “Man I really want some of that now…”
She glanced over at him and pursed her lips in thought for a moment before stuffing another bite of french toast in her mouth. She dropped her fork and reached across him for where the syrup sat and then doused her plate til it was practically a swimming pool of syrup. “Maybe I should make it for you sometime,” she said as she picked up her fork again and resumed eating. She was quiet for a long moment (long in Candy’s terms, which wasn’t all too long since she was normally always talking).
He’d invited her to stay at his cabin multiple times. And while they were no stranger to staying with each other (because it was just so nice to cuddle him after a long round of bumping uglies), but for some reason she just had this lump in her throat about staying at the cabin. She didn’t really know where her hesitance came from; she had always been that way. Back in Mississippi, people avoided relationships with her so she hadn’t had to worry. There were a long list of reasons people in her hometown avoided more than sex with her; the biggest of all was her last name and the group of shits that shared it. But even when relationship opportunities had been presented to her, she’d always shyed away.
Mason was so perfect and sweet and cuddly just how he was. What if being with her ruined him? She and her other halves were called the devil’s triplets for a reason; they ruined things. Hell, they’d spent the last nine months in Oxford trying to steal their cousin’s baby mama. She didn’t deserve or have any right to be with someone as good-hearted as Mason. Some part of her worried she’d go to the cabin and he’d have made a spot for her to keep some of her stuff; and that would mean he wanted to keep her around… And while his territorial spirit turned her on, it also scared the crap out of her when it came to the more serious side of things.
All in all, she was scared that she just wasn’t built for what came after “fuck buddies”.
She realized she’d been quiet for entirely too long and looked over at him with a bright smile, “How about we go to the cabin this weekend? I’ll make cobbler, we can drink and…” She wiggled her brows at him, trying to distract him from asking any questions about where her mind had just gone. “I can bring that black lingerie you liked so much,” she grinned, really pulling out all the stops here.
The thing about Candy is that she never stopped talking. Ever. He wasn’t sure he had come across anyone in his entire life that talked as much as Candy Belfront, then again he hadn’t ever come across anyone in his life that did anything like Candy Belfront. He never thought nonstop talking was something he would love about anyone but with Candy it was different. He wasn’t exactly a talker maybe that’s why they worked so well. Mason didn’t like talking and Candy didn’t like silence, so when silence fell across their impromptu breakfast date he knew something wasn’t right.
She had seemed to snap herself out of it as she mentioned the black lingerie that was sure to be the death of him. He stopped for a moment his fork full of scrambled egg held in mid-air. He knew was she was doing. She was trying to distract him with sex, it’s what she always did. That was his move. He had perfected over the years, well not the past few years if he was being perfectly honest, but that wasn’t the point.
He finished his bite and set his fork down turned toward her, a smirk on his lips. “Yes that sounds…exciting and all” He put his hand under her chin and gently pulling her face to look at him. He knew the way she saw herself, the way she had always seen herself and he hated everything about it. He hated that in the beginning he was one of those assholes, the assholes he wanted to track down and fight, one by one. The ones who fed into her lie that she was only good for one thing.
Not that he had room to speak, sex had played a big part of his life for a long time. Sex was the thing that led him to being a werewolf. Well it wasn’t just sex it was him wanting it with every long legged brunette that walked by. He would tell anyone that would listen what a piece of shit he used to be, not that he was all that great of a person now, but it was nothing compared to before. He was exactly the kind of guy that would let Candy believe the giant lie that there was nothing more to her.
His intense gaze went from her bright blue eyes to a stray hair that had fallen from her bun. He tucked it behind her ear and took her face in his hands. “Mind telling me where you just went?” He finally asked her, softly.
