you show the lights that stop me turn to stone, you shine it when I'm alone

you show the lights that stop me turn to stone, you shine it when I'm alone by sassy

I unwrapped my arm from Mason's shoulder as he help me sit down on my couch, watching him lift my leg carefully and set it on the coffee table. "Ouch." I winced when 
my heel made contact with the wooden surface.
He reached for a cushion and slid it under my ankle which had been bandaged after I had felt while dancing. Now it hurt like hell. "Better?" He asked quietly, giving 
me a look.
I nodded and bit my lip, patting the spot next to me. "Thanks for picking me up Mase, I tried to call Brooke but she was nowhere to be found and I didn't have money 
for a cab, I couldn't walk and-"
"It's okay Scar." He cut me off and smirked, sitting next to me as he kept his gorgeous magnetic dark eyes on mine.

"Thank you." I said again, a genuine smile playing on my lips as I dropped my hands on my lap, them itching to touch him and be all over him but I held back instead. I didn't know what we were, but I did know that I liked him a lot and that, unfortunately, we wouldn't ever have a future.
"You're welcome." He answered simply, leaning his head against the back of the couch and turning it so that he was staring at me, the look on his face an unreadable one but what was new? The only moments when I got to see a glimpse of him was then he was inside of me.
I let out a sigh, mad at myself for being so into him but also for having the worst luck ever, with guys and with my ankle too. "I had planned a different night for 
you, I'm sorry this happened." I said flatly, motioning to my leg and showing how upset it made.
He wrapped his arm around me again, pulling me gently against him and making me feel better instantly. "Tell me more about your plans." He grinned, the kind of grin 
that always led to sexy time or at least to sexy thoughts.
I adjusted my head against his chest, smirking myself as I stared at him. "I wanted to make you dinner, like I had promised you, then I would have spoiled you with a 
striptease and many orgasms."
He groaned, his hand landing on my thigh almost automatically as he tilted his head so that our lips were dangerously close. "God Scar, you want me dead."
"I want you period." I said simply and closed the distance between us, pressing my mouth against his. I kissed him softly at first, pouring my heart into it, but then 
he became more passionate and I followed him, letting his tongue slip into my mouth and play with mine until I was out of breath. He was just...wow. "I need to take my painkillers then we can still work on that." I whispered once he broke the kiss, holding my face in his free hand.
"I like your idea." He said in a low sexy tone that made me shiver. I smiled, and he smiled too, our eyes not leaving each other's, then he planted another quick kiss 
on my mouth. "Do you have something to eat?"
"Beside me and salad? No." I said seriously, secretly happy that he was going to spend the night with me anyway. At this point I didn't even care why, or if I'd end up hurt eventually, I was enjoying what I had for now without thinking too much about the future.
He groaned again as he pulled away regretfully, "I'll save you for dessert. I'll order pizza for now, you can't take your meds without eating."
I watched him get up and walk over to the table where he had left his phone, my eyes dropping on his perfect a.ss while my heart melted a little for having him worry 
about me. "I'm fine." I said quietly, not wanting to admit that I was hurting. It was how I was, I rarely showed what I had inside, what I was feeling, even if it was 
obvious like now. He tossed his head over his shoulder and parted his lips but my phone ringing cut him off before he had the chance to speak. "Hello?" I said as I 
answered to my mom, my eyes still on Mase who was now studying me. I listened to her, barely, my gaze never leaving Mase's until I hang up.
"So?" He asked as he walked back to me, probably noticing how my mood had shifted.
My parents wanted to come over to say hi, and while I was happy about that, I wasn't happy about their timing. "My mom and dad are coming over." I paused as I broke 
eye contact, staring at the tv screen in front of me even though it wasn't on. I couldn't help feeling upset, it was one thing him meeting my siblings at my show, but 
my parents? It wasn't like I wanted it to happen, I didn't really, but at the same time it was a reminder of how we were...we weren't. "I don't expect you to stay, we 
can do our pizza painkillers and sex night tomorrow." I said and finally looked at him, a forced smile on my lips since I didn't want to show how I felt. I kept 
repeating myself that if I always said yes to him, if I wasn't needy, if I showed myself cool with him, I'd get to spend more time with him before we'd end.
"Or I can stay, order two pizzas and then once they leave we can do whatever you want," Mase suggested with a grin, surprising me once again. I had no idea of where he wanted to go with that if anywhere, if it meant something or nothing at all instead. We had never talked about what we were and that was why I thought we were nothing,
then there he was, offering to eat pizza with my parents. I parted my lips as my eyes widened a little, I was in a loss of words to be completely honest. "Unless 
you're trying to hide me and in that case, I can sneak out the fire escape and they'll never know I was here."
I let out a laugh at his joke, wondering if he had ever met other parents before. I didn't even want him to, it was just happening and maybe because of the 
circumstances, it wouldn't be a big deal. "You can stay..." I trailed off with a small voice, sounding as unsure as I felt. "If you want."
He grinned at me, "What do you want?"
"It's up to you instead."
He shook his head and set his hand on my ankle ever so slightly, "Until this thing is healed, I'm here to serve you."
I threw my head back and laughed softly, tilting it back to smile at her and god, it took everything in me not to jump on my feet and hug him for how cute he was 
being. "Maybe I should be clumsy more often if I get you as a servant..." I trailed off and bit into my bottom lip, getting a grin out of him since I knew that part of the deal was about sex. More like most of it. "How exactly do you plan on serving me?"
"Make sure you take your meds on time, get the proper amount of orgasms daily," He grinned wider and moved his hand to the arm of the chair to stand up. "I should 
probably start with ordering the pizzas first. What do you want? Your usual?"
I stared at me with an amused look on my face, "You know what my usual is?"
"Of course I do," He said and then looked lost in his thoughts. "I'm pretty sure I know everything about you," He joked and winked at me before dialing the number. 
"What do your parents like?"
I shrugged as I sat up straighter, my eyes on him always, "You can never go wrong with pepperoni." I said simply and watched him smirk while he talked at the phone, 
turning around and giving me a few seconds to realize that my parents were really coming over and meeting Mase. For once in my life I had to be rational and try not to freak out, while I was imagining in my head Brooke jumping up and down squealing 'oh my god!'. I shook my head as if pushing the thought away, my gaze moving down my body and making me frown since I was still wearing my dance clothes which were okay but I wanted to look pretty for my parents, to show them I was doing fine.
I set my hands by my hips, pushing against the sofa as I lifted myself up. "Hey what do you think you're doing?" Mase broke into my thoughts and walked over me, 
wrapping his arm around my waist as he helped me.
"I want to get up." I said stubbornly, fighting the pulsing ache in my ankle and setting my foot back on the ground. When I did, I saw stars. "Fuck."
"You know you can't walk, right?" He raised one eyebrow at me and held me firmly against his body, his eyes boring into mine and letting me know that he was talking 
business. He was just so hot and yet so cute sometimes, like now, I couldn't help grinning like an idiot. "Where did you want to go anyway?"
"My room. I need to get changed." I explained as I pouted, staring at him through my lashes in an attempt to trick him into doing what I wanted, even if he was already doing so much. "Help me please?"
"I don't know how this is a good idea with your parents on their way." He sighed but picked me up anyway, getting a triumphant grin from me as he carried me to my 
room. "And don't give me that look."
I played innocent and waited for him to set me on the edge of the bed, taking the chance and kissing him, "Thank you." I repeated again, feeling as if I had a lot to 
thank him for.
"Enough of that." He smirked against my lips before pulling away and running his hands through my hair as he looked at my closet. "So, tell me what I have to do."
"Help me take my shorts off, you can do that right?" I teased him deliberately, taking my top off and throwing it in his direction. Once again, my mood had shifted and I was back to silly playful Scar, even though I didn't know how long it'd last.
"Oh good god Scar." He muttered under his breath as he got on his knees and reached for the band of my short to pull them down my legs, "This is a really bad time for 
teasing me."
I bit down on my lip as I tried not to grin, "My panties have to go too." I said instead, ignoring his words and making him groan this time, but he did as I asked 
while I got rid of my bra.
He sighed and stood up, running his hands through his hair once again while he stared at my naked body. "What's the next step of this torture?"
"Pick a pair of panties and a bra from the first drawer." I said quietly as I pointed my finger at the piece of furniture, "And pick carefully because it's what you'll take off of me later tonight."
"I vote you skip the bra," Mase replied seriously, moving to the top drawer where I kept my underwear. I watched him closely, vaguely amused by the way he went through my panties, picking a string and inspecting it as if he had never seen one before. Which I doubted.
"I need a bra in case you get my nips hard instead," I said from behind him and when he tossed his head over his shoulder to look at me, I was grinning at him.
He nodded his head towards my breasts, "Too late."
I looked down and cupped them, hiding them and teasing him at the same time. "You're right, they are hard," I said in a soft and low voice, the kind I used when 
begging him for more. "Did you pick something out yet?"
He grabbed a black bra, surprising me because I thought he'd go for something more...less ordinary. Tossing it over to me, he returned his attention back to his quest 
to find my underwear and grabbed a simple black lace one which matched the bra. "Are these okay?" He asked, walking back towards me.
"Mhm," I nodded my head and watched him get down on his knees between my legs.
"How long do we have until you're parents are here?" He grinned, sliding a hand up to my thighs, always tempting me just like I was always teasing him.
"Mase..." I trailed off in a warning tone, knowing that this time I couldn't say yes.
"What? I'm not doing anything," He played innocent and lowered his head to my pussy, running the tip of his tongue up my clit as I let out a rushed breath.
A small moan escaped me as hr pulled his head back to catch my chest rolling up and down. I shook my head slowly and gave him a look, "Not enough time for that... 
unfortunately."
He grinned at my words, already sliding the panties up my legs, "Trust me, I could have you coming in minutes."
"I believe it," I replied as his eyes flicked up to my breasts.
"Are you going to put your bra on or do you need help for that too?"
I shook my head as I put it on, my hands going behind my back to hook it, "No thanks."
"Are you sure?" He raised one eyebrow, grin still in place and eyes still on my breasts.
"You already frustrated me enough thank you." I snorted as I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache between my legs even if I knew it would take a lot 
more to make it go away.
"You're not innocent either." He retorted as he stood by my closet, an amused look on his face.
"At least I didn't lick your dick from the base to its tip and then pulled away." I narrowed my eyes on him as I stretched my arm in his direction, making it obvious 
that I needed his help.
He stepped closer to me and grabbed my hand, tugging gently to help me get on my feet and wrapping his arm around my waist when I was. "Thanks for planting that thought 
in my mind." He muttered under his breath, his already dark eyes going even darker while I grinned, happy that at least now I had company in my frustration.
"You're welcome." I bit back a grin and hopped toward my closet, jumping on one feet and giving Mase a hard time holding me. "Blue or black?"
"Short." He smirked, moving his hand down to my ass and letting it rest there.
"Right." I sighed but smirked back at him, reaching for a blue dress and parting my lips, only to be cut off by a knock on the door. "Pizza?"
Mase shrugged nonchalantly even though there was something in his expression, something I couldn't put my finger on and for that reason I decided to ignore it 
completely. "Probably."
I put my dress on in a hurry, my hair messy and my makeup still to be done, but I had no more time for that. "Carry me." I told him.
"You're kidding me." He raised one eyebrow, even though he was still grinning, and I shook my head. "This is turning into a bad habit Scarlett."
"You? Yes, I agree Mason." I said faking a serious tone to match his before breaking into a smirk when he took me into his arms, them being so strong and sexy.
He rolled his eyes as he carried me to the door, shaking his head when he set me back on my feet once again, his arm back around my waist, "I'll use that against you, 
I warn you." He said with his eyes glued on me and he opened the door while I realized that it wasn't the pizza guy instead.
I parted my lips then closed them, smiling instead at the view of my parents. "Hi oldies." I grinned, feeling Mase's hand leaving my body.
"You're not getting any younger either." My mom said back with a shrug, kissing my cheek and walking inside while my dad just rolled his eyes at both of us. No wonder 
why I was so silly, my parents were the same. "And you are?" She asked as she noticed Mase standing behind the door.
"Mason." He said with a smile, offering her his hand and being his usual charming self.
I felt my dad's eyes on me, my whole body tensing because it was a weird situation. "He's a friend of mine." I explained hurriedly in a low voice, saying the first 
thing that came to my mind. Friend sure didn't fit what he was for me, but I couldn't use any other definition.
"A friend," MY father repeated and looked at him with a serious expression, making me hold my breath. "I see. And how long have you two been friends for?"
Mase scratched the back of his head, probably trying to count back in his head while my mind was blank instead. "Eight months?" He guessed, my eyes widening a little 
because it wasn't long after we met that we started sleeping together and it was...well that was a long time. More than I thought.
I nodded my head slowly, "About that. He's my neighbor... and he knows Brooke. They're friends too," I spoke fast again, my nervousness showing and making me feel like a total idiot.
"Brooke," My dad nodded with an unreadable expression, probably not wanting to insult our friend who was often a handful.
"I love Brooke," Her mom said instead and smiled. "Any friend of my daughters is a friend of mine. I'm Grace and that man I picked up on the side of the freeway is 
Paul," She nodded her head towards her husband.
Mase cracked a smile, "It's nice to meet you."
"You mean finally right? I know you've already met the rest of my family," She winked, catching me off guard since I had thought my siblings wouldn't have said 
anything about him to my parents, mostly because they didn't know that there was something to say. "So are we going to stand in the doorway or should we go into the 
kitchen?"
"I just ordered a couple pizzas," Mase said and moved his hand back around my waist so I could lead the way. I shot him a look and tried stubbornly to walk without his help, limping noticeably towards the kitchen and wanting to scream at every step I took.
"Scarlett," My mom said flatly and I ignored her.
"Long night?" My dad asked.
"Paul!" My mom said quickly but smirked a little. "Are you alright Scar? You're walking a little funny."
"Yeah I'm fine!" I said as I forced a smile, "I fell while dancing, no big deal."
My mom's eyes widened and I could tell she was about to either lecture me or worry too much. "When? How? Did you take something?"
My dad set his hand on her shoulder, giving her an amused look, "Remember to breath while you talk." He said and got a glare out of my mom, which he ignored in favor 
of looking at me, "But you probably shouldn't walk on an injured foot."
"It's not the foot, is the ankle." I sighed as I sat on a stool, leaning my elbow against the kitchen and looking at him blankly.
"Still." He said more sternly, "It needs to rest."
"I tried to tell her, but she's stubborn." Mase cut into the conversation as the two men made eye contact and I just watched them, knowing how potentially explosive 
this situation could be.
"That she is." My dad agreed with a nod of his head and I rolled my eyes even though I was secretly glad to have them both worrying about me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, faking annoyance, "I'm here, you know." I pointed out.
"If you need something you can call me anytime." My mom said seriously, ignoring the men and still wearing a concerned face that didn't really fit her. She was usually carefree and fun, but when it came to her children's health of safety she went a little crazy.
"I won't." I smiled at her as I tried to make her relax, "And I have Mason anyway." The words slipped out of my mouth before I could realize it and I bit down on my 
lip, wondering if that was okay. Bur friends were there for you when you needed them right? I hadn't said anything bad after all.
"All right." My mom shot me a skeptical look but didn't add anything else, while I avoided to look at Mase or my dad even though I knew I had their eyes on me.
"So how did you two meet?" My dad asked and while part of me was grateful for him not to let silence fall, his question wasn't exactly one I wanted to answer.
I moved my eyes to Mase's face, bitter feelings stirring in my chest as I thought about the first time I had seen him. It hadn't been good, but lame and sad instead. 
"Brooke introduced him to me at some party we all went together." I lied, but what could I tell? Not the truth.
"Yeah," Mase added unintelligently when my dad looked at him, not adding anything else and looking weird.
"What's Brooke doing tonight?" My mom asked after a moment of silence, as if my parents sensed some tension in the room. I had no idea if Mase was mad at me now, you 
can't get much from a simple yeah. "I'm surprised she's not here."
"She's probably with her new boyfriend," I shrugged right when the doorbell rung.
"That must be the pizza," Mase cut in quickly, already reaching his hand into his back pocket for his wallet as if he was dying to leave the room. "I'll get it."
We nodded and my mom started asking questions about Brooke and her boyfriend, always the curious one, while my dad kept staring at me with a knowing look that was 
making me uncomfortable. I felt as if I was getting caught, but getting caught doing what? I was a grown up woman and I could do whatever I wanted with my life without necessarily including my parents, but mostly I didn't know what to say, how to explain what Mase and I were doing.
As if on cue he walked back over to the dining room and set the boxes in the middle of the table before my parents could start asking me about him. "Are you guys 
hungry?"
"Yes. God that smells good," My dad walked over to the table first and sat down. "Grace never lets me eat this stuff.... She's a real health nut," He added, rolling 
his eyes before smirking.
She hit the back of his head and shook hers, "He's a liar. If he wants to be fat, then that's his problem."
"She said she'd stop sleeping with me if I grew a potbelly."
Mase laughed while I wrinkled my nose, "Gross. I don't need to hear that."
"How do you think you came to be?!" Her mom asked with a wide grin on her face.
I rubbed my hands over my face as I wished I was deaf, "Oh god mom, stuff your mouth with pizza already." I groaned.
"Such manners." She sighed but she was clearly still amused by the whole conversation.
"Your fault Grace." My dad retorted with a huge grin on his face as he opened one box and reached for a slice of pizza.
My mom took the next slice as she sat next to my dad, "If I remember correctly you started." She rolled her eyes.
"Kids, are you done fighting?" I grinned at my parents, stretching my arm in Mase's direction and silently asking for his help. He walked over me and wrapped his arm 
around my waist once again, leading me to the stool where I was sitting to a chair. His eyes met mine and I parted my lips, wishing I could ask him if everything was 
okay, if he wanted to go away, if this was too much for him, instead I just tried to read his expression and got nothing back. I hadn't realized that in the meantime, 
my parents were looking at us in silence.
"You must be a saint to have the patience to help Scarlett." My dad broke the silence, never being the one able to bite his tongue. But I liked him like that, honest 
and sometimes inappropriate.
Mase took the seat next to me, his hand reaching for a slice of pizza too, "I'd feel bad if I didn't." He shrugged and offered a small smirk while I studied him, 
wishing I could just get up and run away because I couldn't handle that situation. For some reason there was too much tension.
"Did you like her show?" My mom butted in.
"Did he go?" My dad's head turned in her direction to shot her a puzzled look.
"Tim told me." She explained shortly before looking back at Mase, who was wearing an impassive expression.
"Since when he's all about gossiping." I muttered under my breath, wondering why my family was so set on embarrassing me. And Mase. I had lost my appetite already and 
I was pretty sure that after tonight he wouldn't ever want to see me again.
Mase grinned, then laughed and shook his head, "Men don't gossip, we simply state facts."
My dad nodded along with him, "I agree. I have poker night every Thursday and Grace thinks it's for us guys to sit around and chat all night. It's not."
Mason nodded in understanding while my mom rolled her eyes. "They drink and gossip, I've listened before!" She stated while I relaxed a little, glad that at least we 
weren't talking about me anymore.
"You should come next time," Dad told Mase and clasped his hand on his shoulder. Oh boy.
"I'd like that," He replied, but I knew that his words meant nothing. What else could he have said? He was just being nice, that was what I kept saying to myself.
"You're avoiding my question," My mom frowned at Mase from across the table, picking pepperonis off her pizza.
He lifted his brow while I groaned, "Mom."
"I'm only curious if he liked the show!" She said with an innocent face. "I know how amazing you are and how hard you work for that... so I'm just curious."
Mase looked at me then back at my mother, "You're right. She was amazing, the best dancer out there."
"I bet you tell all the girls that," I said from beside him.
He set his free hand on my thigh, knowing my parents would miss the move and gave it a small squeeze. "Honestly," He continued. "I couldn't take my eyes off of her all night."
I rolled my eyes, acting silly and unaffected but just because I had my parents eyes on me. If it had been just Mase and I? I would've thrown myself into his arms for 
how cute he was being. "Yeah right, you probably couldn't even tell who I was between all the girls." I said instead, sticking my tongue out at him.
"You never know how to take a compliment." My mom sighed as she leaned her elbow against the table and looked at me.
"What? That's not true." I protested as I frowned at her, ignoring the men's amused expression.
"You can't take criticisms either." My dad pointed out, smirking at me.
I faked a pout as I shot Mase a glance, "See? They're always against me." I made a show of sighing before breaking into a grin, my hand setting on Mase's and when he 
turned it our fingers tangled together. And my heart skipped a beat.
He grinned back at me, his dark eyes boring into mine and making me hold my breath, as if I was under some kind of spell or something. "Criticisms can be 
constructive."
"Oh great, so you're on their team now." I shook my head as I faked a straight face, making my mom and dad chuckle but that was nothing new. I was the funny one of the family, maybe because I was the youngest too.
"Our team always win." My mom said as she winked at Mase. She actually winked at him. While I wondered why my parents couldn't be a little more normal.
"I'm surprised since you raised a pretty stubborn one over here," Mase grinned back at her as he nodded his head towards me before him and my parents broke into a 
laugh simultaneously.
My mouth fell open as I watched them laugh, "I am so not stubborn!"
"You're being stubborn now," My dad retorted, only laughing harder.
I shook my head, "No, I'm simply stating a fact. And hey! You're supposed to be on my team instead!" I raised my free hand and poked a finger into his side, grinning 
when he gave my hand a little squeeze.
"Oh am I?" He lifted a brow, tempting me with his eyes, his smile...everything.
I nodded and bit down on my lip, trying to conceal my grin, "Yes, I'm very disappointed in you Mason."
"You can't blame him for picking the best team." My mom chuckled like a silly teenager, which was impressive considering her age. I wished I'd grow old like her, that 
my heart would remain young.
"He'll pay for it later." I said simply and I broke eye contact with Mase, hoping that it would prevent any blushing. I didn't mean anything naughty of course, my 
parents where there for god's sake, but I knew that if I let myself stare into those sinful dark eyes my thoughts would drift in that direction.
"If I were you, I'd be scared." My dad smirked at Mase, not reading anything bad in my words. Obviously and thank god.
Mase squeezed my hand again and got back my attention, "I don't get scared easily." He grinned.
I just rolled my eyes at the silliness of the men in the room, "Can you go get me my meds instead? Please?" I asked politely, "They're in my room."
My mom frowned as I mentioned my injury again, "You should rest, we're keeping you busy instead."
"It's fine, I'm glad you came over." I smiled genuinely since I was always happy to see my parents, plus it hadn't been as bad as I had thought.
"It's better if we go now." My dad said to her and got up, walking around the table to kiss my cheek and surely noticing my hand clasped with Mase's. He said nothing 
more, but I could see that he was desperately trying to bite back a grin.
I pulled my hand away from Mase regretfully, giving my attention to my mom instead, "I won't walk you to the door for obvious reasons." I smirked at her.
"I can." Mase offered, getting up himself as my mom walked over me to kiss me too.
She waved her hand in the air, "It's fine, we won't get lost." She winked at him before hooping her arm around my dad's.
"It's been nice meeting you Mason." My dad said and the two shook hands while Mase nodded, offering an awkward smile.
"Bye." Mase and I said almost in unison, silence falling into the apartment once my parents closed the door behind them.
I sighed, feeling exhausted but also happy. Also scared to be honest. I didn't know what this meant, if anything, and I wondered how long this happiness would last. 
"Thanks." I said simply, leaning into him and kissing his lips. Finally.
"I'm not sure what you're thanking me for, but if it gets me a kiss? I'm not complaining," Mase grinned at her to make light of the moment.
He had just met my parents, they liked him too apparently, and if he had been more than just a friend that would have been a great sign...but there was no label for 
him, so it was just something that had no meaning. "For helping me today," I said with a shrug, finally looking back at him with my full attention. "And if you're 
content with one little kiss? It looks like I'll be catching up on my rest tonight."
"No way," He shook his head and scooped me up, carrying me straight to my bedroom where there was still clothes everywhere. Ops. He laid me down on a little pile of 
dresses and set his hand on my thigh, running his palm all the way down to my injured ankle and adjusting it on the bed, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"No?" I gave him an innocent face that didn't quite fit me, before I finally broke into a grin. "But I'm tired."
"Are you trying to get me to do all the work again?"
My mouth fell open, "Again?!" He laughed and moved his hands back up to my thighs, yanking those lacy underwear down my legs. I sucked in a breath, his eyes on my body when I arched my back and let him take the dress off it. "What are you doing?"
"I'm about to eat my dessert."