I'm just a mess with a name and a price.

I'm just a mess with a name and a price. by pinklipstiiick featuring supra shoes

the la complex
Mason Kohler, 

I hesitated in front of Scar's work, my eyes flicking up to read the sign which had half of the letters burnt out. It was a dive bar to say the least, not the kind of place I'd usually go to but I liked Scar. I liked spending time with her whether it was inviting her over at some odd hour of the night to watch a movie or her showing up at my work for lunch. She was fun.

I pushed the door open and walked over to the counter where she was lining up a few bottles of liquor, looking lost in her thoughts and adorable as ever. It made me think of the pajamas she showed up at my apartment wearing. It was like she had no filter... not a care in the world. To find a girl with that carefree attitude and looked like a model? Well, it wasn't every day to come by one. She was literally one of a kind. "Can I have a whiskey please?"

She turned around, glass in hand and biting her lip when her eyes met mine. My mouth curved into a grin and I stared at her with an amused expression on my face. "On the rocks?"


I shrugged, sliding onto a stool and winking at her, "Up to the bartender."

She poured two fingers of the brown liquor into the glass, leaving it straight before handing it to me. "You came," She said and smiled genuinely, looking glad to see me though she'd never admit it. We were still at that awkward phase but slowly getting past it, well on our way to being friends.

"I was in the area," I flashed my one of my smirks she'd once consider creepy before bringing the glass to my lips to take a gulp.

"Good, I needed a ride back home," She smirked back at me.

I let out a small laugh and shook my head, eying her through my dark lashes, "I just sat here and you're already trying to take advantage of me?"

She raised one eyebrow, giving me an amused look as she poured herself a shot of vodka, "I don't know who's taking advantage of who, you're not going to pay that drink, are you?"

I shook my head and grinned, "I was planning on tipping generously."

"You can take care of that by bringing me home," She said in a slow and low sexy tone, my dick twitching from the look in her eye as she straightened her position to toss her shot back.

"You want me to bring you home Scar?" I leaned into the bar and let my eyes caress her body, imagining her without clothes on. I'd be lying if I said I never thought about it. I obviously had. But Brooke told me that she was coming right out of some big crush turned fuck buddy, and now they were nothing... Girls always had a way of making things complicated. I wasn't looking for something serious, but I had a feeling Scar was. Not that she wanted it with me. But still.
"You wouldn't want me walking home alone, would you?" She flashed me an innocent look, part of me expecting her to lecture me instead for checking her out so blatantly. I think she was getting used to me though.

"Of course not," I shook my head, and ran my fingers up and down my glass. "That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me at all."

"Oh right, because you're known for being such a gentleman," She teased me, folding her arms over her chest as she looked at me. I had a bad reputation, yeah, was that a stab at me or what though?

"I never treated you bad, did I?" I asked with a brow raised, knowing the answer already. It made me think back to when we first met and she came into my office, asking for one simple favor. I knew from the start that I'd take her picture down, only I led her to believe otherwise. I was an asshole, usually was. I couldn't blame her for hating me when most women did. They either hated me or wanted to fuck me, sometimes both but usually never a middle.

"You even let me sleep on your couch, I'm a lucky girl," She said eventually and smirked, surprising me since I expected her to bring up the incident after our first date, er, the night I took her out to dinner.

"You were cute in your onesie," I grinned, noticing the way she blushed. The pajamas were far from sexy, but she still managed to look hot. I liked that she wasn't trying to impress me. She was just being herself and it was so unlike the girls I usually hung out around who wore dresses with their tits half out and their asses barely covered. Not that I was complaining. I liked those too.

She leaned into me from across the counter, her eyes scanning my face then stopped on my scar. Usually that sort of thing made me self conscious, but when she lifted her hand tentatively, my gaze fell onto her fingers before letting them trace the mark gently. "Sorry I had been wanting to do this for a while," She said in a low tone as she made eye contact with me again, her lips curving into a small smile.

My eyes left hers to take in her sexy smile, one appearing on my own lips. "It's fine," I responded, really not bothered that she touched my biggest flaw, or even made a deal out of it. Normally that sort of thing drove me crazy, mostly when girls asked how I got it. I lied half the time. Fabricated bar fights, crazy drunk nights, they all sounded better than the truth and my past with Elena.

She propped both elbows on the counter and curled her fingers into fists before setting her chin against them. "Sticking with the same story? Your sisters cat attacking you?" She asked and lifted a brow, still smiling in a non judgmental way.

"No," I took a drink of my whiskey until it was gone, setting the glass back down and nodding my head. "It's from a champagne bottle. And before you ask, no, it wasn't anything good. It was the cheap shit," I added with a grin, making light of the situation. It was in the past anyways, no need to dwell.

Her expression turned blank as her lips parted, "So what was up with the story of a kitten attacking you?"

"I'm more surprised you believed it," I retorted and smirked.

She shrugged, "I try giving people the benefit of the doubt, but I didn't believe you... maybe I was just too nice to call you out on it. It was our first date after all."

I grinned even wider, "You're admitting it was a date?"

"No it wasn't," She cut me off and her smirk got as wide as mine. "Who did it to you?"

"What's this, the inquisition?" I raised one eyebrow at her, knowing we were back on the whole scar issue.

She pursed her lips together as she gave me an innocent look, "Sorry, I was curious. Like always." She sighed and set her hand on my wrist to turn it slightly, her eyes dropping down on my watch before looking back at me with an adorable smile on her face, "My shift's over."

I got up from my stool and smiled back, part of me thankful to drop the subject while the better part of me felt like opening up."God time flies when I'm with you," I joked as I watched her take her apron off.

She rolled her eyes but smirked, "I need to grab my things." I stood there in silence and watched her disappear into the backroom, returning a moment later with her leather jacket and that carefree attitude that appealed to me. "Ready."

I escorted her out without another word, my hand dropping onto the small of her back almost possessively since literally every man in the room was looking at Scar, probably sad to see her go. Not that I could blame that. Once we stepped outside I broke the small contact between us and slid my hands into the pocket of my jeans. "It was my ex," I said eventually, breaking the silence and not surprising just her, but myself also.

She blinked and the frowned at me, slipping her hand between my elbow and my chest as she wrapped her fingers around my leather covered arm. "What a psycho bitch," She said finally, not the response I had expected but honestly, I never knew what to expect with her. "Thank god it didn't ruin your pretty face," She added and offered a silly grin, wanting to make the moment light.

I let out a laugh and shook my head, "Valid point."

"As usual," She gave me a small nod as we walked down the street, maybe only a block or two from the complex. For spring, the air was still brisk. Not nearly as warm as the other night, but at least it wasn't raining still.

"So you think I have a pretty face?" I lifted a brow and grinned down at her, noticing the blush creep across her face as she rolled her eyes again. I wasn't going to lie, it only made me grin wider.

"Always fishing for compliments Mr. Kohler," She bit into her lip, the move driving me crazy as always. I was starting to believe she did it on purpose, just to taunt and tease me.

"When they come from a gorgeous woman? Always," I admitted, eying her for a reaction.

She tilted her head up to mine as we kept walking slowly, neither of us in a hurry to part ways again. "What was she like?" She asked and I kept staring at her, sure I knew who she meant but waiting for her to confirm it. "Besides the whole crazy bitch thing."

I grinned at her description and shrugged my shoulders, "I'll only share if you tell me about your ballerina guy." She rolled her eyes again and looked away, making me wonder what had happened between the two of them because while she denied it ever meaning anything? Brooke told me that Scar had been crushing hard at one point and now she just seemed different, sadder. It didn't sound like nothing to me. "Deal?"

"Fine," She said quietly.

"She was one of those smart girls who pretended to be dumb," I started, thinking about Elena and when we first met. "She was feisty as hell and completely stubborn, had trust issues and always thought I was lying or cheating on her."

"Is that why she cheated?"

I shrugged again, never knowing the real answer to that because she cried for weeks after, begging me to forgive her when it could never be that easy. "Maybe. I don't know," I said seriously.

She let her gaze get lost into the night, keeping quiet while she processed my story. "I understand," She said softly and nodded her head slowly, making me wonder what exactly she understood and why she wasn't ripping into my cheating ex.

I squeezed her hand between my arm and my ribs, my head turned in her direction as I looked at her. "Hey. What are you thinking?" I asked, trying to read the expression on her face since it seemed blank to me.

She glanced at me and offered a smile, grasping my arm tighter, "I can't tell, or I'd be too judgmental."

"I thought we were over that," I raised one eyebrow.

"That's why I'm not saying anything." She shrugged and stared back in front of us, breaking the eye contact, "But for what it counts I'm sorry that she did that too you."

I didn't comment on her words, instead I picked a slightly faster pace. The mood shifted, making me regret telling her about Elena... but people cheated all the time. I couldn't understand why Scar was acting so weird. "Your turn," I announced and broke the silence, smirking at her since the subject was no longer on me and I felt relieved. For someone who always got called cocky? I hated being in the spotlight. It got a sigh out of Scar though.

"There's not much to say," She muttered as she shrugged her shoulders, leaving out the good parts.

I kept my eyes on her, "I'm listening anyway."

She took a deep breath, "He was, well, is, my teacher. He teaches hip hop and I guess that there was something about the way he was able to move his hips that attracted me to him."

"So no tutu for him?" I asked, playing along with her since it was all she was giving me. To be honest, I wasn't sure why I was so interested. But I was. I wanted to hear everything she was willing to tell me.

"No silly." She smirked and shook her head, "We had fun for a while but then he got tired of me I guess. Which is okay because all he could offer was sex and I want more now," She waved her free hand in the air, as if dismissing the subject since she obviously wasn't going to add more.

"Ah. The one who got away," I nodded my head as she kept her gaze blank. The sides of my mouth quirked into a grin as I tried getting a raise out of her but got nothing in return.

"It wasn't like that," She said finally, shaking her head again. "You make it sound like some epic romance when it was more like..."

"Wild animal sex?" I said when she let her words trail on. "I've always wondered how ballerinas were... Assumed they were into boring vanilla shit. But a guy ballerina?" I let out a low whistle and she laughed this time. Where did they even hide their junk?

"Hip hop!!" She clarified, her smile back in place and so gorgeous when it was genuine. "He teaches hip hop... not ballet."

"But I'm sure he's a trained ballerina," I pressed on and she nudged her bony elbow into mine. "Am I wrong?"

She nodded her head slowly, "Fine. I'm sure he's taken a course or two on the subject."

"You sound jealous Mr. Kohler," She cocked a brow and grinned up at me.

"Did he see you in your onesie pajamas?" I retorted and when she shook her head, I practically boasted. "Then no, I'm not jealous. Poor guy will never know what he's missing out on."

She laughed then wrinkled her nose as she looked at me, "You kill me with that."

I smirked, nudging her with my shoulder and making her sway a little, "Why? I'm serious, I liked it."

She rolled her eyes, biting down on her lip to stop herself from grinning,"It makes me look like I'm 16."

I shrugged as I broke the eye contact to stare in front of us, but my smirk didn't fade, "You keep arguing when a thank you would have been nicer."

She chuckled and turned her head to me, studying my face as I tried to pretend I didn't notice. The fact that I could make her smile and laugh after her hating me? It felt good. "Thank you Mase," She said quietly, waiting for me to look at her again.

My eyes went back to hers finally as I gave her an amused look, "You're welcome Scar."

We walked a little longer in silence, not the awkward type, just peaceful instead. It felt nice, getting along without the feeling of having to try... because the first time I took her to dinner? I was trying. This just felt easy and we were actually getting along better. "What did you do tonight?" She asked eventually, breaking the silence and offering a smile.

"The nights not over yet," I widened both eyes at her and she laughed softly again, averting her eyes from mine as I kept staring at her. The way she looked when she was happy? I felt like I'd give anything to see it over and over again... and I wasn't even sure where the hell that thought came from.

"So what are your plans for the rest of the night?" She asked and ran her tongue over her top lip before biting the bottom. God my dick twitched every single time she did that.

"The usual? Pajamas and a movie, all the popcorn and candy we can eat?"

"Do we have a usual already?" She grinned and raised a brow. "Makes us sound like a couple."

"You wish," I grinned and she rolled her eyes again but kept grinning, stopping and letting me open the door to our building for her. My eyes followed her ass, watching it sway as she walked through the lobby. "If you're lucky, I might even let you stay over and cuddle me."

"Who said we're staying at your place?" She asked with a smirk as she waited for me in front of the elevator, giving me a quick glance over. Did she think I didn't notice every time she did that?

"I think I just did," I shot her a smug grin as we walked through the sliding doors, not mentioning the way she checked me out... but I had to admit, it made me feel good.

"Okay," She shrugged and kept a straight face, pushing the button to her floor quickly before giving in to the smirk she was trying to hide. Adorable.

"Do you need something from your apartment cutie?" I asked, not missing a beat.

She sighed and gave up, nodding her head, "Just my onesie."

My smirk widened, "My fave."

She grinned back at me as the elevator came to a stop, keeping her eyes on me as we walked out, "See, you're the lucky one."

"Do you need help getting into it?" I asked with a serious face, shoving both hands back into my pockets.

She raised an eyebrow but was still grinning, "I think I could dress myself, but thank you for the offer..."

"Just thought I'd press my so called luck," I grinned again and stopped in front of her door, watching her fish in her purse for her set of keys. I caught a glimpse of lipgloss, lipsticks, a wallet, who knew what else. Girls always carried too much shit with them.

"I'll manage," She flashed me a grin, pulling her keys out and pushing the right one into the door and opening it for us. "After you."

I walked in and flipped the lights on, my eyes scanning her place which really did make mine seem big. "So where's your room?" I asked and peeked down the hall, her body brushing past mine as she dropped her purse on the couch and started for one of the only doors that the hallway lead to.

"More wishful thinking?" She walked into a room, leaving it open but I knew better than to follow.

I leaned against the couch and crossed my arms over my chest, "Does your place have two rooms or one?"

"I'm not looking for a roommate," She yelled back and I laughed.

"It was just a question."

"One," She replied and I nodded to myself, looking at a framed picture on the wall of her family. "You're not snooping around out there, are you?"

I grinned, "I could come in there if you want to keep an eye on me."

"Come in then."

I walked into her room, just in time to catch her zipping the onesie up. The outfit was ridiculous... but god she was cute as hell in it. My eyes dropped onto the bare skin of his chest disappearing under the pink fabric before looking up at her, "Nice."

She cocked her head to the side, pulling her hair up into a messy bun as she stared at me, "Nice what?"

I broke the eye contact and scanned the room, taking in her bed, the photos of her on the walls, the pile of clothes on a chair and then moved my gaze back to her. "I like everything I see," I said, being vague with a grin that said more than my words.

"Did you change your mind and you want to stay here instead?" She asked as she walked over to me, crossing her arms against her chest and smirking up at me.

I shook my head, "No cutie, even though I'm tempted..."

She let out a chuckle and set her hands on my stomach, pushing me gently out of her room, "We better go before you're too tempted."

I gave Scar an amused look, letting her lead the way toward the door, "Would it be bad?"

"We'll never know," She smirked as she took her hands off of me unfortunately. I was getting used to those little hands on me. I sighed and shook my head, wondering what kind of thoughts went on in her head. "I need a piggyback ride."

I definitely wasn't expecting that. I broke into a laugh and widened my eyes a little, "A what?"

She shrugged, glancing at her socks, "I'm not going to walk to your apartment with no shoes on, only god knows how dirty the halls are."

"And why are you not wearing any shoes?" I asked slowly, like it made no sense to me which I guess it didn't. Did they not match her onesie? I mean, I honestly couldn't see how much would. I broke into a grin as I stared at her questioningly, her arms folded over her chest and a pout on her face.

"Don't give me that look," She replied, making me wonder how I was looking at her. I couldn't stop grinning, I knew that much.

I swooped my arms down and picked her up, cradling her like a baby since it's how she was acting. Not that I was complaining, I enjoyed her silly side. "Better?" I asked and picked up her keys from where she left them, shoving them into my pocket while adjusting her body a little. Thankfully she weighed not more than a sack of potatoes.

"Much," She grinned and wrapped an arm around my neck as if keeping herself from falling. Without another word, I locked the door behind us and closed it, taking the stairs since she was only one floor above mine. Bad choice. "Don't drop me," She said quietly and I laughed, my laughter echoing through the besides us, silent stairwell.

"Almost there," I replied and kicked the door open with my leg, taking a right and heading for my apartment. "You're going to owe me for this..."

"Blah blah," She grinned up at me, my own expression matching hers.

"Can you grab the key out of my pocket?"

"Which pocket?" She asked with a straight face that looked forced. I half expected her to blush, but it never happened.

"Jeans, left one."

She shifted against me, stretching her arm to slip a hand into the pocket and being careful to not get too close to my crotch. When her fingers found the metal she smiled and fished the keys out, dangling them in front of my nose, "Found them."

"Well?" I raised one eyebrow and gave her an amused look before glancing at the knob. She rolled her eyes as she unlocked the door while I was trying not to be too aware of how close we were or how she fit kind of perfectly in my arms. Before the moment could get any more awkward, she pushed the door open.

"Good girl, I knew you could do it."

"I'm talented," She smirked at me as I closed the door with my foot and carried her over to the living room before setting her gently on the couch.

"Oh really? I haven't seen anything yet," My expression matched hers, my face so close to hers that our noses almost touched.

"You'll see," She said quietly, doing her best to avoid staring directly at my face. The quick glances to my lips though? It was hard not to notice.

"Planning on giving me a private show?" I asked as my grin widened, thinking back to when she said she took burlesque classes. The thought of her in some skimpy get up and seducing me with her moves? Ugh. I knew it wouldn't be happening though. I wasn't an idiot.

"You wish." She wrinkled her nose as she used my words against me, then changed the subject before my thoughts had the chance to get even more X rated, "Which movie are we going to watch?"

"Since you're hating all of my suggestions tonight? You choose," I grinned and walked over to my entertainment center, turning the big screen TV on and fingering through my selection of movies. Before Scar started coming over? I'd only watched a movie at home maybe once or twice.

"Batman?"

I groaned, "No. We watched that last time."

"That was Batman Begins... two completely different movies," She clarified and I looked over my shoulder at her, grinning since she was cute and always had to prove her point. Normally I'd find that annoying, but I didn't seem to mind it coming from her. At all.

"Maybe next time," I grabbed a different DVD and loaded it up, straightening my body back out since my back was starting to cramp up. God was I getting old or what? "Want popcorn?"

"Candy," She smiled and lifted a brow, watching me make my way back over towards her. "What movie did you put on?"

"It's a surprise," I replied, picking up a basket of candy that came from one of the companies we sold ad space to. I put it down in between us on the coffee table and grabbed the remote.

"A surprise?"

I grinned and kept my eyes on the screen, feeling her eyes on me, "Don't all girls love surprises?" The credits to Goonies began to roll and I stared at her from the corner of my eye, trying to read her reaction. Both Brooke and Elena hated watching classics with me, maybe it was more of a male thing. I didn't know. But how could someone hate The Goonies?

She tried to ignore my staring and bent over to reach for a handful of candies, popping the pink ones into her mouth as she kept her gaze on the screen. "Aren't you a little too old to watch a movie for kids?" She asked and finally smirked.

My eyes narrowed on her, "It's a classic."

"For kids."

"You should watch it before judging it."

"I already watched it," She said quietly with a smug smirk on her pretty face. It made me miss her smile instantly. "Remember, I have a brother which is as old as you."

I sighed and felt defeated, wondering what I did wrong now. "Fine, do you want to watch something else?"

She shook her head as she smiled again, her eyes taking in my profile while she shifted closer to me, "No. I love this movie."

I turned my head back towards her, blinking as I digested her words and smirked very slowly. Did she just like arguing for the hell of it? It was like she went through constant mood swings, liking me one moment and then not the next. "Aren't you a little too old to watch a movie for kids?" I used her words on her and lifted a brow. She stuck her tongue out at me in response and I let out a loud laugh, shaking my head. "Do that again and I'll bite your tongue."

"You wouldn't," She retorted quickly, a coy look on her face making me wish she'd do it again just so I could prove her wrong. Plus I really wouldn't mind playing with her tongue.

"Try me," I said back, her eyebrow quirking up.

"Too tempting," She adjusted back on the couch even closer to me, her body almost resting against mine as she looked back at the television screen.

"Maybe," I reached down for her chin and without another word, tilted it up towards my face and leaned down to kiss her. Whether it was to prove a point or because I'd been thinking about kissing her all night, I wasn't sure. Probably both. Her lips parted slightly and I kept my lips to hers, reveling in how soft they were and how good they'd feel wrapped around my dick.

She let her mouth adapt to mine, her eyes open and staring into mine as neither of us looked away or closed our eyes. Her hand reached for my wrist and let it rest there. I briefly contemplated making a bigger move, my body wanting hers... my hands wanting to explore hers. But I decided not to press my luck. Scar smirked and pulled away slowly, looking slightly surprised but hiding it well. "You didn't bite me," She said eventually.

"Want more?" I grinned back as our hands dropped down onto her leg, my hand resting on her smooth thigh while hers covered my knuckles. That was the first time that we were so close, actually touching even if so slightly and I could feel the heat irradiating from her tight body. For a minute there, she looked like she was contemplating it... god what I'd give to read her thoughts, know just how far she'd go.

"You wish," She said in a playful tone and winked at me, not putting a distance between us though. It was a good sign in my book. "It's my birthday next week."
And then not a good sign. Subject dropped and moved on to another.

"Are you expecting me to get you a present?" I asked with an eyebrow raised as I squeezed her knee, not ready to stop touching her just yet.

"No," She rolled her eyes but smirked, turning her body towards mine as she looked at me, "I think I'll have a party, you're officially invited if you're not too busy Mr Kohler."

"I'm never too busy for you Miss Kargard," Our hands trailed up her thigh and she raised a brow and leaned back into me. Her legs were so soft and smooth, it made me wonder if the rest of her felt like silk too.

"What will you get me?" She asked and I wanted to groan from the way she was looking at me, so effortlessly sexy.

I grinned slowly, "You just said you weren't expecting me to get you a present."

She shrugged and pulled back, still leaving her body close to mine as she bit into her bottom lip. "A gift would still be nice... but you're not entitled to it," She said nonchalantly, making me wonder what I could possibly get her since we still didn't know each other too well and buying a girl a gift was already hard enough.

"What do you want?" I asked, my eyes dropping down to her legs as I massaged it softly.

"Maybe your presence would be enough," She grinned, resting her head on the cushion of the couch and keeping her eyes glued on mine.

"Am I that important?" I retorted as my hand inched up her leg, my grin only getting wider.

She decided to ignore my answer with a roll of her eyes, the mood shifting back to normal like the drop of a pin. "I don't really care about presents, I was just teasing you," She said eventually and smiled, nudging my side and acting playful as if lightening the mood.

"Every girl says that but usually doesn't mean it," I raised one eyebrow at her as my hand ran back down her thigh and stopped on her knee. I knew that I should move my hand from her body completely, but it was like I couldn't. I wanted to touch her... I wanted to rip that ridiculous onesie off of her perfect body and spend the rest of the night exploring her, worshipping her for hours.

"Which part? The teasing one?" She asked with a grin on her face, finally tearing her eyes away from mine to look back at the tv as she set her head onmy shoulder and relaxed against my body. Talk about mixed fucking signals.

I stared at her still, giving my head a little shake and pushing all of the naughty thoughts aside. Girls were damn confusing, Scar wasn't any exception to that. "Are you having the party here?"

She nodded her head slowly, "Brooke's throwing me a surprise party."

I grinned, "It's not a surprise if you know about it."

"It will be if you jump out of a cake for me," She grinned wide, flicking her eyes back to mine for maybe a few seconds as her cheeks flushed a little and she adjusted herself to sit up a little straighter. She was still so close though, close enough to kiss or press my lips against her neck.

And that's what I did. I pressed my lips softly against her neck but didn't kiss it, just let them rest there while I breathed against her sweet skin. "Would you dance for me?" I whispered, noticing her shiver and it made me grin. I knew her answer already, that it'd never happen... but the thought of her stripping for me? Her tight body grinding against my lap? Well it was getting me hard.


"Right now or at my birthday?" She asked in a quiet tone and tilted her head a little, giving me more access to her neck.

"Now," I said back and my lips turned upwards into a grin before I finally pressed a kiss against her skin. I could only imagine how soft the rest of her felt... it was a damn shame she was completely covered up.

She barely shook her head, slipping an arm under mine to run her fingers up and down it casually. "I can't for so many reasons..." She trailed off and forced a sigh as she bit down on her lip, looking so fucking sexy.

"I can't find any instead," I challenged her, my mouth moving up her neck.

She chose that exact moment to pull back a little, tilting her head to meet my gaze again. It was one of those moments where signals were getting complicated and I'd give anything to read her mind. "I'm wearing an onesie," She said with a brow raised.

"You can take it off," I shrugged as I gave her a wide smirk.

She smirked back at me, "Oh, that's the dance you want? Well in this case I can't do it because you don't have a pole in here, which is kind of disappointing if you ask me."

"Not that kind," I shook my head, grabbing her waist and pulling her onto my lap. Her tiny body adjusted on top of me, straddling me and I was sure she could feel how hard she was getting me. One hand remained on her hip while the other moved along the curve of her body. "I meant a lapdance... kind of like this..."

Her breath hitched, I could tell from the way her chest moved. She wrapped her arms loosely around my neck and moved her hips a little, grinding against my ever growing erection, "Kind of like this?"

I groaned and set my head back against the couch, keeping my eyes on hers and feeling like this was going to go nowhere... only with me leaving her place with blue balls. "What do you want for your birthday?" I tried again, resisting the urge to groan again as her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. She was so fucking sexy and the fact that she wasn't even trying? It made her that much more sexy.

"Surprise me," She replied and grinned, keeping her eyes on me as my hand slid just under her breast, yanking the zipper slowly down her stomach. I leaned my head down and pressed a kiss against her collarbone, trailing more kisses between her breasts and lower until she let out a soft moan that stopped me.

"Mason..."

I pulled my head back to look at her, the tone she used wasn't the kind I wanted to hear. It didn't exactly scream "keep going!!" Yet it wasn't urging me to stop. Those mixed feelings, they were the ones you had to be careful for. "Do you want me to leave?" I dropped my hands back down to her thighs and left them there.

She grinned slowly, "We're at your place."

I let out a soft laugh, "Right. Sorry."


"It's okay, you couldn't go away even if I wanted you to," Her smirk turned into a smile as she ran her hands down my chest carefully, being careful to not move too much and make her breasts peek out of her now open onesie.

"Do you want that?"

"No," She answered immediatly and shook her head, running her hands up my neck and letting her fingers play with my hair as she studied my face. "I like being here."

"Why?" I asked with a brow raised, wondering where this was going. And still confused as hell.

"You mean apart from the excellent movie, candy and your company?" She answered and smiled wider, sounding honest.

"Could it get any better?" I let my smirk reappear since the moment felt light again, despite the amount of her skin still exposed and the fact that I was hard.

She faked a thoughtful expression and tapped her lips with an index finger as she looked away from me, "Let me think..."

"Take your time cutie," I said quietly.

"I think it could," She announced eventually with a silly grin on her lips and her eyes went back to mine as she straightened her posture, shifting on my lap in the process.

"Mind to share?" I asked with an amused expression on my face, my arms looping around her waist as I leaned into her a little.

"Yes," She grinned wider before sticking her tongue out at me.

"Oh," I grinned back at her. "You want to make out some more."

She raised both of her brows and smirked, shrugging her shoulders as I snaked my hands behind her back and dropped them onto her ass. I didn't kiss her though. I tried that once and if it was going to happen again, it'd be all on her. "I didn't say that," She said quietly, low and sexy. Her tiny body shifted against me again and this time, I groaned.

"You're not watching the movie," I managed to say, flicking my eyes down her flat stomach and wanting to push the material aside to take her breasts in my mouth, in my hands, anything to make her moan.

"I can't when I'm sitting this way..." She trailed off but didn't move, the grasp I had on her body tight.

I pressed her back against me, the friction killling me a little as I pressed my lips against her neck and felt her suck in a breath. By the time I pulled back, I had her zipper back up and a grin on my face, "I think I'm going to call it a night. I have a meeting in the morning."

She blinked and gave me a blank expression, "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"No," I shook my head. "You can come to bed with me if you're tired... but that onesie would have to go."

Her face flushed and I grinned wider, "I'd get cold."

"I'd keep you warm," I retorted, knowing her answer was already a no but having fun playing this game with her.

She pursed her lips together, knowing that if she got into a bed naked with me, odds were that we wouldn't get much sleep. "No thanks, you said it yourself, you have a meeting in the morning and you need to rest," She said eventually and set her hands on my shoulders to lift herself up and get off of my lap.

"I can do that with you too," I grinned as I watched her closely,still teasing her since I loved making her blush.

"Nah," She retorted with a shrug, fixing her hair. "I usually toss and turn all night, you'd end up kicking me out of your bed."

"You can't know until you try," I winked at her.

She shrugged again and smirked, "I don't live that far anyway." And with that, she bent over me and pressing a kiss on my cheek. I instantly wished she kissed my lips instead... that or stayed the night. My intentions might not have come off as innocent, but they were. "Good night Mase."