Warnings: They make out. Like a lot. Kinda smutty but not really. Lil bit of praise kink. Swearing, of course. Don't worry, the conversation is not over, but it's Mason and Alice we're talking about.
Summary: Speaking their minds was never what they're best at.
Word count: ~1.5k
Chapter I ⭐ Chapter II ⭐ Chapter III ⭐ Chapter IV
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"Kiss me and fucking mean it, Mason."
He didn't have to get told again. His lips engulfed hers with a grunt, the force of the beginning quickly melting into something gentler as she whimpered into his mouth. He brought her closer and she let him, body curving towards him as her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck.
And kissing her felt like coming home and exploring the wilderness at the same time.
And kissing him tasted like the most untamable storm and a quiet night under the stars.
And both of them melted against each other, Alice sighing inside his mouth when his tongue traced her lower lip, and the way his hand tightened, lost between her bright red locks, as if anchoring her by his side, making her part of his life, his body and his heart, made her brow frown and her back arch further, two puzzle pieces with their edges sharp and ragged, finding the partner they didn't know they had. They couldn't believe they had.
They moved in sync, like they had done since that very first night of passion, and Mason couldn't get enough. Wanting her closer, he pressed the hand that was lazily resting on her waist, now on her lower back, and a grin spread through his lips into the kiss when a low moan left her mouth at the pressure. Her revenge was to softly sink her teeth on his lower lip, stealing a deep groan from him. The detective chuckled at his reaction, but the chuckle died when his hand dipped lower to grab a handful of her ass.
She gasped, and Mason broke the kiss to look into her lust-blown eyes and swollen lips, lipstick smeared around her mouth. Fuck. The heavy lidded stare he gave her matched her own, and his other hand followed the same path to grab her other butt cheek.
"Sit on my lap, sweetheart." He requested, and a chill traveled through her at how coarse his voice had gotten with their kisses. She could do nothing but comply, grabbing his shoulders to straddle him on the bench, not even thinking about snoopy neighbors who could catch a sight of their make out session. "Such a good girl." He praised, and she whimpered, his lips whispering over the tender skin of her neck. "I've missed my good girl." The words were said against her skin, the tone so low she could have missed it over the thundering sound of her heartbeat. But she heard it, and the goosebumps expanding through her skin let Mason know so. He hummed in appreciation before planting a wet, open-mouthed kiss on the spot where her neck met her shoulder. She gasped his name and rolled her hips, and the hardness she felt underneath his jeans made her bite her lip with want. He grunted in warning, having finished marking that spot in a satisfying red that would soon become purple, and moved her hair aside to leave a twin mark on the other side of her neck.
Alice loved when he marked her, hickeys on her neck, love bites on her hip, fingerprints on her ass, everything was a reminder of the fact that, for a moment, she had been his and he had been hers. If only she knew how the way she marked him, not when she scratched his back, bit his shoulder or sucked on his neck, those were just a fleeting memory on his skin, but the marks she left inside him - when she kissed him with a gentleness that could break a thousand hearts, when she looked at him like nobody else in the world was as important as him, when she whispered his name while he was inside her, with such adoration his breath hitched in his throat. Those markings were the ones that were starting to be permanent, not on his skin for everyone to see, but in his bones and his lungs and his heart.
She didn't know.
And he didn't know.
Yet.
Their relationship was physical. They both knew so. Their chemistry was unreal and sex was important for them. Maybe that was why the conversation had stopped, turning into this, something passionate and sexual and real that they both controlled. Something they were confident about, exchanging feelings with their touch, kisses and moans, in a way they couldn't with words. Too many things would be left unsaid. But they understood each other like this.
She felt the slightest scratch of teeth on her skin and she shuddered, yet again rocking her hips against his lap. The hands on her ass held her tighter and he grunted lower. "Stop. Stop if you don't want me to fuck you in the middle of the street."
She moved slightly back to meet his eyes, pupils so blown they had practically swallowed the grey. He was nearly panting, his lips wet from his ministrations on her neck, her red lipstick lingering on his mouth and his hair tousled from her hands and God he looked beautiful and feral and hers. Without breaking the stare, a smirk on her lips as challenging as she could muster through her heavy breaths, she slowly shifted her hips, repositioning them just so before rolling them forwards, watching his lips parting and his head lulling back with a growl. She watched the movement of his throat when he swallowed as she repeated the motion.
"That's it."
The grunt was accompanied by him lifting her from his lap to lower her back on the bench. Alice squealed, the sound of delight turning into a laugh as he started peppering kisses down her neck, his hands roaming now the back of her thighs. "Okay… okay!" She called, breathless with laughter and desire. "I'll stop! Mason!"
He gave her a chuckle of his own, towering over her, his hair falling down to tickle her face and neck at their proximity. "So now you wanna behave? Too late, sweetheart." He dropped his lips to her shoulder and bit her through the fabric, and she squealed again, her legs kicking the air at each side of him while he held her down with his body.
The way she was laughing… it hadn't happened before. This carefree playfulness, the way he was enjoying all these sounds that weren't moans or whimpers, was new to him, and it scared him… but God it was perfect. She was perfect.
"Mason… sunshine." Her hands traveled up his back to settle on his shoulder blades and he met her gaze once again. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes shiny, and he could still see the lust on her pupils and the way she bit her lip. His gaze fell to her chest, which was rising and falling rapidly with her labored breathing. The shirt was misplaced and her bra was showing and the sight made him shoot his hips forward involuntarily. She whined softly at the friction . "Can't have the detective of the town arrested for public indecency."
Mason arched a brow. "You gonna arrest yourself? Cause I'm pretty sure we can find another use for those handcuffs."
She laughed again and the smile she got in return was so genuine she could have easily melted on the spot. She pushed forward with her body and he complied, letting her settle on his lap again, this time sideways. They fell into a peaceful silence, one of his hands massaging her lower back while the other traced patterns on her thigh. She nuzzled his neck with her nose before placing soft kisses behind his ear, deeply inhaling his musky essence as if she wanted to memorize it... Just in case.
Just in case he changed his mind. Just in case he hurt her again. Just in case he left.
People had always left Alice. They grew tired of her, didn't they? Her mom. Her high school friends. Her college friends. Her first boyfriend. Bobby. Maybe she tried too hard, maybe not hard enough. Maybe she was too stubborn or talked too much. She knew she always had a lot to say and loved to speak for hours about many many different topics. She loved to learn. But she had never felt quite as comfortable as she felt with Unit Bravo now. As she felt in Mason's arms. She just hoped this could last forever…
She knew it wouldn't. Maybe Mason felt something for her - she thought he did. But what did he want? What was he willing to do? Changing his lifestyle for her? Nah, she wasn't foolish enough to believe that. But for now, she was in his arms.
He didn't want her love, but she would love him nonetheless - she didn't want to believe it was love but how could she describe it? How could she explain it? - heartbreak may be inevitable, but for now, he was holding her. So she would enjoy the silence, the feeling of his hands on her and the taste of his skin as long as she could…
Her heart stammered inside her ribcage when she felt him inhale and part his lips.
i have many thoughts and will make everyone's problem, as per usual.
thinking about how some of litg characters are endgame, and the ones that aren't, i feel like there's some serious miscommunication happening at all times.
hear me out!
elisa and hannah's arc over shannon and blake's? the hannah that happened, coming back, bitching out and being petty, over the balanced girl she was before leaving?
just so she would have one (1) crumb every time she came around? same for elisa. THE GIRL IS SO HOT, and has a really tough personality, which only made me like her even more, but then, "yOu'Re a gOsSip sNeEzEr" hits and i'm left in... shock.
like, think about this for a second: shannon coming back with rahim, only to realize she has feelings for mc? or blake, being mean, not able to admit to herself and others the only person that gives her flutters is the girl she "stole" a boy from???
the potential of so many plot lines was destroyed because they wanted to introduce petty personalities. no girl besides chelsea truly has a lovely personality, regardless of what happens. none of them "gives the other cheek", while all the boys are anti-fighting and have "impeccable conducts" regarding drama???
is that how they think girls are? just aggy, anxious to start something petty? can't wait to bring everyone down??
there's not ONE girl that's chill in the entire season 2. not a single one.
and when talking about li's, blake's arc had a lot of potential to explore "pick me" culture and jealousy, besides circumstances pinning women against each other. same for shannon, especially on rahim's route.
it feels familiar, and it tastes like male creators trying to figure out what women want, but never just... asking them.
no enemies-to-lovers whatoever? slowburns that bring tears to my eyes in a very depressing way. noah's route intented to be "something snakey and fun for the players, but there was never the intention of making him an endgame li"??? WHO ASKED FOR THAT???
they went from s1 mc saying "I'M NOT GONNA BE YOUR SIDE PIECE" to "ooh, fun, here's a couple that everyone "loves". now ruin them 😈"
marisol's was the only route set to be a slowburn but they treated the waiting period as the girl being confused *coughs* ASHAMED. what kind of enlightement was that supposed to bring to her character, given they thought she would be a fan favorite?
in what universe do you make lottie and hannah run away with someone after a wedding, without having a proper relationship with them, prior to that? it feels like there was no after thought about that one. no good reasoning behind it, except maybe for "let's try some angst and see what happens."
it's not angst, it's disrespectful.
now, with cmm, there's a weird feeling of "let's be more liberal and put everyone in open relationships, desregarding everything players know and love about the characters".
WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THE WHOLE "OPEN RELATIONSHIP" AGENDA? you gave us the option of being single, and that was fine on its own. i don't understand what they were trying to accomplish here.
was it to people to know it exists? or try to educate us on the matter? because again, marks were missed.
and the constant waste of characters like noah, hope, shannon, blake... it's just plain weird.
i was never really a big fan of hope because of noah's route, but i like her as a character. and as i said many times before, she was grinded to dust over a relationship that was set to fail. wedding episodes and cmm proved it: nope was set to fail.
what was the message behind it? that they were in denial? why making her go through all that to not even bring her around for wedding or cmm? like, i'm not even the hugest fan of hope, but i can absolutely recognize she deserved better than that.
priya not being an li, but being interested in mc now, ONLY IF MC IS AS WELL.
what i'm trying to say is that i'm losing faith in fusebox' writing team, there's definitely not enough women in there, and the ones that are, i don't think they're listening to them... i don't know who they fired, but they need to bring them back.
Prompt: Lucas’ apology to MC after he switches to Blake is out of character and just downright shitty. As well as the islanders behaviours when Blake arrives. Had to fix it!
It was a beautiful night. From the roof terrace, there seemed to be a million stars, and the moon was full – somehow it seemed to be bigger than it looked back home. It was a shame Lucas couldn’t relax and enjoy the view… But he was the only one to blame.
A shaky breath left his lips as his hands gripped the balustrade, his knuckles turning white and his head hanging low. You will come up there at any minute and he would have to face the aftermath of his mistake, look at you in the eyes and explain why he decided to break your heart. He had to think about what to say, how to express his feelings properly to make you understand and, with luck, open a little the door to forgiveness.
