well... i just re-read my own masterlist. kinda crazy to think i was the one to come up with all that. also kinda sad that it just feels like a different life now.
You jump up onto the counter next to the sink, pulling mason to stand between your legs, his face quickly finding its place nuzzled into your neck. You bring a hand up to his hair, fingers running through his soft locks as your manicured nails scratch gently over his scalp - which you know he loves. No words are exchanged between the two of you whilst you wait for the shower to warm to the right temperature. The only noise in the room comes from the running water and the occasional sound from Mason as he hums in satisfaction and relaxation at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.
Times like this feel so rare for the two of you at the moment. Your schedules are getting in the way a lot recently, Masons busy with both Chelsea and England, and yours with your job, you haven’t spent much time together over the past few weeks. So when you realise you both had some over-lapping days off, he did not hesitate to invite you to stay at his for a couple of nights.
Once everything was clean and tidy he locked up the house for the night and you headed upstairs to start getting ready for bed and take a shower together.
Once everything was clean and tidy he locked up the house for the night and you headed upstairs to start getting ready for bed and take a shower together.
As soon as the water is the correct temperature, you both undressed and stepped into the shower, taking turns to stand under the flow of water.
You reach over to grab the shampoo, but you’re stopped when mason beats you to it, squeezing some into his hand and instructing you to face away from him. You do as you’re told with no question, your body relaxing immediately when his hands start to rub the conditioner into your roots. You let out little hums of pleasure as he massages his fingers into your scalp for a couple of minuets before helping you to rinse it out, taking extra care not to let any of the soap or water get into your eyes.
He then helps you apply your conditioner, holding you against him and swaying you gently under the hot stream of water whilst you wait for it to sink in. You share a few kisses and then rinse it out, leaving mason to finish off his shower routine. You wrap yourself into a towel before heading back into the bedroom where you change into a pair of pj shorts and one of masons shirts to sleep in.
You re-enter the still steamy bathroom, where you find Mason stood at the sink, towel around his waist and hair still slightly damp as he brushes his teeth. You slide up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, scattering a few gentle kisses along his bare back as you breath in the smell of his body wash mixed with his natural scent. One of your favourite smells ever.
He brings his free hand up to the mirror, wiping off some of the condensation which allows you to see your reflection in a small amount of the fogged up glass. You meet his eyes over his shoulder and he gives you the best smile he can around his toothbrush. You let out a laugh and his cheeks get the slightest tint of pink at the sound.
You step back, instead moving to his side, grabbing your own toothbrush and a few of your skin care supplies from the draw that he keeps stocked with all of your favourite products. He finishes brushing his teeth and wipes his mouth with a towel before giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. He goes to leave the bathroom but quickly comes back to you after realising you’ve got all of your products out.
‘Can you put some of that moisturiser on me, please?’ He asks shyly, sounding almost embarrassed, even if he knows he’s got nothing to be embarrassed about.
‘Of course, come here then’ you grab his hand and pull him closer to you, his hands finding your waist as he stands in front of you. You scoop the correct amount of the cream onto one of your fingers and start applying it to his face, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your fingertips on his skin. You finish rubbing it for him and he leans in, his minty breath fanning over your cheek as he leaves yet another kiss onto your skin, before finding your lips with his own.
You take his place in front of the sink when he disappears back into the bedroom, going through your own skin care routine and also brushing your teeth.
Its not long before you’re leaving the bathroom to head back to the bedroom, finding Mason lounging on top of the covers in nothing but a pair of sweats, scrolling through his phone - which is quickly discarded when you enter the room.
Since it’s still early, and neither of you have to be awake in the morning, you decide to relocate to his home cinema room, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows off of his bed to take with you. You quickly decide on a movie before switching off all of the lights and snuggling up on the sofa (which you’re pretty sure could fit at least 15 people). He lays with his legs spread out in front of him, one arm around your shoulder as you snuggle into his side, head tucked under his chin. His other arm is under the blanket, hand holding onto yours in his lap.
‘Is every one still coming over tomorrow?’ You ask him, remembering that a couple of weeks ago he’d planned for his family to come for lunch.
He hummed a quick ‘mhm’, letting you know that they were still coming. ‘If it were up to me, I’d have you to myself all day, no disruptions’, he grumbles against the top of your head.
‘May I remind you that you were the one who invited them?’ You teased, only getting a huff from him in response, causing you to giggle, ‘Someones grumpy, huh?’
‘Not grumpy, just want you all to myself’
‘We’ve got all morning baby, no disruptions until they arrive, I promise’ you feel him let go of your hand under the blanket and he brings it up in front of your faces, sticking his pinky out, asking for a pinky promise. You let out a giggle but link your pinky with his none the less, loving how clingy and needy he’s being, because at the end of the day you’re just as clingy, feeling the need to spend every free moment you have in his company.
You unhook your pinky from his and bring your hand up to rest on his jaw, sitting up slightly to get a better angle to look at him. You instantly melt against him when his lips meet yours, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, tangling in your hair and tilting your head slightly. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him nipping your bottom lip, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, meeting your own as you fight for dominance. He leans into you a little more, forcing you to move backwards until you’re laying on the couch with him hovering over you.
His lips never leave yours as he slides his free hand down your body, touching your sides until he reaches the hem of your (his) loose t-shirt. He fiddles with the fabric for a moment before sliding his fingers underneath, brushing his hand over your tummy and up to your boobs, where he cups one gently. His thumb glides over your nipple, causing you to arch your back at the pleasurable contact, chest pushing into his as he eases you to relax.
He pulls back from your lips, giving you both a chance to breath, but he doesn’t wait long before he’s bringing his lips to your exposed neck, kissing and sucking the spot that he knows drives you wild. As much as you’d love for him to keep going, you don’t want to have to cover up any bites or bruises tomorrow, so your hand finds the back of his head, tugging his hair slightly to get his attention. He brings his head back and locks eyes with you.
‘I love you’ you whisper, lips brushing against his,
‘I love you too,’ he replies, followed by, ‘so.fucking.much’, exaggerated with a kiss between each word.
He deepens the kiss again and when you start pushing your hips into his, he doesn’t hesitate to move down your body, determined to make you, his girl, feel better than ever.
