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 pinklipstiiick featuring a black high top

Scar unwrapped her arm from my shoulder as I tried helping her sit down on the couch, first lifting her leg carefully and setting it on the coffee table. "Ouch," She winced when her heel made contact with the wooden surface, getting a wince out of me too which she hopefully didn't catch.

I reached for a cushion and slid it under her ankle which had been bandaged after her dancing incident. "Better?" I asked quietly, giving her a look.

She nodded and bit her lip, patting the spot next to her, "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," I cut her off and smirked, sitting next to her as I kept my eyes locked on hers.

"Thank you," She said again, a genuine smile playing on her soft lips as she dropped her hands onto her lap. 

"You're welcome," I answered simply, leaning my head against the back of the couch and turning it so that I was staring at Scar again. The look on her face was unreadable, leaving me wondering where her thoughts were because unlike every single woman I knew? She was never upfront with her feelings. I never knew what Scar wanted... She was a total mystery to me and that intrigued the hell out of me. 

She let out a sigh and frowned a little, her expression another confusing one but she looked adorable. "I had planned a different night for you, I'm sorry this happened," She said flatly, motioning to her leg and showing how upset it made her.

I wrapped an arm around her again, pulling her gently against me in an attempt to make her smile, "Tell me more about your plans." I grinned, my thoughts drifting to how the night could have been... still could be. 

She adjusted her head against my chest, smirking to herself as she stared at me, "I wanted to make you dinner, like I had promised you, then I would have spoiled you with a striptease and many orgasms."

God.

I groaned, my hand landing on her thigh almost automatically as I tilted my head so that our lips were dangerously close. "God Scar, you want me dead."

"I want you period," She said simply and closed the distance between us, pressing her mouth against mine finally. She kissed me softly at first, letting me make it more passionate with my tongue slipping into her mouth and playing with hers until we were both out of breath. This woman would be the death of me one day, "I need to take my painkillers then we can still work on that," She whispered once I broke the kiss, holding her face in my free hand.

"I like your idea," I said in a low tone that made her shiver. A smile played on her lips, making me smile too before I planted another quick kiss on her mouth. "Do you have something to eat?"

"Beside me and salad? No," She said seriously. 

I groaned again as I pulled away regretfully, "I'll save you for dessert. I'll order pizza for now, you can't take your meds without eating."

She watched me get up and walk over to the table where I had left my phone, already scrolling the internet for a number. "I'm fine," She said quietly, not wanting to admit that she was hurting. She was stubborn yes, but it was one of the many things I liked about her. 

I tossed my head over my shoulder and parted my lips but her phone ringing cut me off before I had the chance to speak. "Hello?" She said as she answered it, her eyes still on me as I studied her, wondering who it was. And hating that I was so curious. 

Hanging up the phone, she didn't let her eyes leave mine. "So?" I asked as I walked back to her, her smile gone. 

"My mom and dad are coming over." She paused as she broke eye contact, staring at the tv screen in front of her even though it wasn't on. "I don't expect you to stay, we can do our pizza painkillers and sex night tomorrow," She added and finally looked at me, a forced smile on her lips.

"Or I can stay, order two pizzas and then once they leave we can do whatever you want," I suggested with a grin, once again wondering where her mind was. And what I was actually offering here. It was only a few weeks ago that I met her siblings, and now her parents? We weren't good at establishing what we were, but we were moving faster than I ever had with any other woman. She parted her lips as her eyes widened a little and I felt, I don't know, nervous? Embarrassed? "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." She let out a laugh at my joke, although in all honesty? It wouldn't be the first time I'd made a dash from meeting a girls parents. Parents weren't fond of me; I had a bad reputation and once they found out what I did for a living, which somehow always came up, their minds were set. "You can stay..." She trailed off with a small voice, sounding as unsure as I felt. "If you want."
I grinned at Scar, "What do you want?"

"It's up to you instead."

I shook my head and set my hand on her ankle ever so slightly, "Until this thing is healed, I'm here to serve you."

She threw her head back and laughed softly, tilting it back to smile at me and I swear, that smile made it worth it. "Maybe I should be clumsy more often if I get you as a servant..." She trailed off and bit into her bottom lip, getting a grin out of me. "How exactly do you plan on serving me?"

"Make sure you take your meds on time, get the proper amount of orgasms daily," I grinned wider and moved my 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?"

She stared at me with an amused look on her gorgeous face, "You know what my usual is?"

"Of course I do," I said and then thought about it, how much I really knew about Scar. "I'm pretty sure I know everything about you," I joked and winked at her before dialing the number. "What do your parents like?"
She shrugged as she sat up straighter, her eyes on me the entire time, "You can never go wrong with pepperoni."

I smirked as the someone picked up the other line, turning around as I placed the order. I think the fact that I was actually about to meet Scar's parents wasn't really registering yet - that or I was just trying to play it off like it was nothing. It wasn't nothing. Turning around, I found Scar pushing against the sofa as she lifted herself up. "Hey what do you think you're doing?" I asked quickly and she looked startled as I walked over to her, wrapping my arm around her waist as I helped her.

"I want to get up," SHe said stubbornly, setting her foot back on the ground. "Fuck." 

"You know you can't walk, right?" I raised one eyebrow at her and held her firmly against my body, my eyes boring into his to let her know I meant business. She broke into a grin while I resisted the urge to grin along with her, "Where did you want to go anyway?"

"My room. I need to get changed," She explained as she pouted, staring at me through her lashes in an attempt to trick me into doing whatever she wanted,  "Help me please?"

"I don't know how this is a good idea with your parents on their way," I sighed but picked her up anyway, getting a triumphant grin from Scar as I carried her to her room. "And don't give me that look."

She played innocent and waited for me to set her on the edge of the bed, taking the chance and kissing me, "Thank you."

"Enough of that," I smirked against her lips before pulling away and running my hands through my hair as I looked at her closet, "So, tell me what I have to do."

"Help me take my shorts off, you can do that right?" She teased deliberately, taking her top off and throwing it in my direction. 

"Oh good god Scar," I muttered under my breath as I got on my knees and reached for the band of her shorts to pull them down her long legs, "This is a really bad time for teasing me."

She bit down on her lip as she tried not to grin, "My panties have to go too." She said instead, ignoring my words and making me groan this time, but I did as she asked while she got rid of her bra.

I sighed and stood up, running my hands through my hair once again while I stared at her naked body. God damn, was her body perfect. "What's the next step of this torture?"

"Pick a pair of panties and a bra from the first drawer," She said quietly as she pointed her 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," I replied seriously, moving to the top drawer where she kept her underwear. I'd never gone through a girls panty drawer before, it was full of lace, frilly things, and skimpy pieces of fabric. I picked up a thong to inspect it, it looked more like a string.

"I need a bra in case you get my nips hard instead," She said from behind me and when I tossed my head over my shoulder to look at her, she was grinning at me. And her nipples? They were already hard.

I nodded my head towards her perky breasts, "Too late."

She looked down and cupped them, on a mission to kill me with that body of hers. "You're right, they are hard," She said in a soft and low voice, the kind she used when begging me for more. This was going to be the longest night of my life. "Did you pick something out yet?"

I grabbed something black, a bra I'd seen her wear before. Tossing it over to her, I returned my attention back to my quest to find her underwear and grabbed a simple black lace one that looked like it would match the bra... because they were supposed to match, right? "Are these okay?" I asked, walking back towards her.

"Mhm," She nodded her head and watched me get down on my knees between her legs. The things I wanted to do to her right now.

"How long do we have until you're parents are here?" I grinned, sliding a hand up to her smooth thighs.

"Mase..." She trailed off in a warning tone, my dick already hard from the view.

"What? I'm not doing anything," I played innocent and lowered my head to her pussy, running the tip of my tongue up her clit as she let out a rushed breath.

A small moan escaped her as I pulled my head back to catch her chest rolling up and down. She shook her head slowly and gave me a look, "Not enough time for that... unfortunately."

I grinned at her words, already sliding the panties up her legs, "Trust me, I could have you coming in minutes."

"I believe it," She replied as my eyes flicked up to her breasts.

"Are you going to put your bra on or do you need help for that too?"

She shook her head as she put it on, her hands going behind her back to hook it, "No thanks."

"Are you sure?" I raised one eyebrow, grin still in place and eyes still on her breasts.

"You already frustrated me enough thank you," She snorted as she squeezed her  thighs together.

"You're not innocent either," I retorted as I stood by her closet, an amused look on my face.

"At least I didn't lick your dick from the base to its tip and then pulled away," She narrowed her eyes on me as she stretched her arm in my direction, making it obvious that she needed my help again.

I stepped closer to Scar and grabbed her hand, tugging gently to help her get on her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist when she was. "Thanks for planting that thought in my mind," I muttered under my breath, my already dark eyes going even darker while she grinned, my thoughts now about her being on her knees. 

"You're welcome," She bit back a grin and hopped toward the closet, jumping on one feet and giving me a hard time holding her. "Blue or black?"

"Short," I smirked, moving my hand down to her ass and letting it rest there.

"Right," She sighed but smirked back at me, reaching for a blue dress and parting her lips, only to be cut off by a knock on the door. "Pizza?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, nervous that it might be her parents instead. "Probably," I replied, knowing it probably wasn't.

She put her dress on in a hurry, her hair a little messy, but she still looked gorgeous. "Carry me," She told me.

"You're kidding me," I raised a brow, grinning while she shook her head. "This is turning into a bad habit Scarlett."

"You? Yes, I agree Mason," She said faking a serious tone to match mine before breaking into a smirk when I took her into my arms.

I rolled my eyes as I carried her all the way to the door, shaking my head when I  set her back on her feet once again, my arm back around her tiny waist. "I'll use that against you, I warn you," I said with my eyes glued on hers and opened the door while we both realized that it wasn't the pizza guy instead.

She parted her lips then closed them, smiling at the view of her parents. "Hi oldies," She grinned, my hand leaving her body instantly but probably not soon enough.

"You're not getting any younger either," Her mom said back with a shrug, kissing her cheek and walking inside while her dad just rolled his eyes at both of them. "And you are?" She asked as she noticed me standing behind the door.

"Mason," I said with a smile, offering her my hand and trying to come off as charming. I felt nervous and like an ass though instead. 

"He's a friend of mine," Scar explained to her dad in a low voice, friend not really fitting what we were... but she couldn't exactly tell her parents that we were fuck buddies. Okay, more than that too, but how could you define that in words?

"A friend," Her father repeated and looked at me with a serious expression. "I see. And how long have you two been friends for?"

I scratched the back of my head, trying to count back in my head. I was bad with numbers though. "Eight months?" I guessed, Scar's eyes widening a little because it wasn't long after we met that we started sleeping together and in all honesty, most of my relationships didn't even last more than a week. Eight months sounded like an eternity. 

Scar nodded her head slowly, "About that. He's my neighbor... and he knows Brooke. They're friends too," She spoke fast again, making me wonder if she was as nervous as I was. 

"Brooke," Her 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. 

I 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 hadn't thought about her other children having mentioned meeting me to her. "So are we going to stand in the doorway or should we go into the kitchen?"

"I just ordered a couple pizzas," I said and moved my hand back around Scar's waist so she could lead the way. She shot me a look and tried stubbornly to walk without my help, limping noticeably towards the kitchen. 

"Scarlett," She mom said flatly and when I looked at her dad, he raised a brow.

"Long night?"

"Paul!" Scar's mom said quickly but smirked a little. "Are you alright Scar? You're walking a little funny."

"Yeah I'm fine!" She said as she forced a smile, "I fell while dancing, no big deal."

Her mom's eyes widened, "When? How? Did you take something?"

Her 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 his wife, which he ignored in favor of looking at Scar, "But you probably shouldn't walk on an injured foot."

"It's not the foot, is the ankle," She sighed as she sat on a stool, leaning her 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," I cut into the conversation as I made eye contact with her dad.

"That she is," He agreed with a nod of his head and Scar rolled her eyes.

She crossed her arms over her chest, faking annoyance when really, she probably loved the attention. Most girls did. "I'm here, you know," She pointed out.

"If you need something you can call me anytime," Her mom said seriously, ignoring us and still wearing a concerned look on her face.

"I won't," Scar smiled at her in an attempt to make her relax, "And I have Mason anyway."

I looked at her, noticing the way she bit her lip and thought maybe the words just slipped. 

"All right," Her mom shot her a skeptical look but didn't add anything else, everyones eyes on Scar. 

"So how did you two meet?" Her dad asked, silence falling in the room while I wondered how that question would go answered. 

She moved her eyes to mine, mixed emotions showing on her gorgeous face. "Brooke introduced him to me at some party we all went together," She lied, but what could she really say? The truth made me look like an asshole.

"Yeah," I added unintelligently when her dad looked at me, not knowing what else to add since it wasn't really what happened. 

"What's Brooke doing tonight?" Her mom asked after a moment of silence, as if her parents sensed some tension in the room. It wasn't like I was mad at Scar for lying to her parents. Sometimes what I did for a living really came back to bite me in the ass. "I'm surprised she's not here."

"She's probably with her new boyfriend," Scar shrugged right when the doorbell rung. 

"That must be the pizza," I cut in quickly, already reaching my hand into my back pocket for my wallet. "I'll get it."

They nodded and kept on talking about Brooke and her new boyfriend whom I still hadn't had the chance to meet. It was weird but I'd been spending most of my free time with Scar and hadn't really thought about it or what it all meant. All I knew was that I liked being around her... and inside of her, but that was a whole other story. Swinging the door open, the delivery guy smiled at me and told me the order. I tipped him and shifted the boxes in my arms, walking back over to the dining room and setting the boxes in the middle of the table. "Are you guys hungry?"

"Yes. God that smells good," Her 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."

I laughed while Scar wrinkled her 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. 

She rubbed her hands over her face and looked like she wished she was anywhere but in this room right now, "Oh god mom, stuff your mouth with pizza already." 

"Such manners," She sighed but was clearly still amused by the whole conversation.

"Your fault Grace," He dad retorted with a huge grin on his face as he opened one box and reached for a slice of pizza.

Her mom took the next slice as she sat next to her husband, "If I remember correctly you started." 

"Kids, are you done fighting?" Scar grinned at her parents, stretching her arm in my direction and silently asking for my help. I walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist once again, leading her to one of the chairs. My eyes met hers and she parted her lips, silence filling the room while I felt her parents eyes on us.

"You must be a saint to have the patience to help Scarlett," Paul broke the silence and I felt thankful that he made light of the moment instead of focusing on the way I'd do anything Scar asked me to do.

I took the seat next to her, my hand reaching for a slice of pizza too, "I'd feel bad if I didn't." I shrugged and offered a small smirk while she studied me.

"Did you like her show?" Her mom asked next, catching not only myself off guard, but her husband too. 

"Did he go?" His head turned in her direction to shoot her a puzzled look.

"Tim told me," She explained shortly before looking back at me, an impassive expression on my face.

"Since when he's all about gossiping," Scar muttered under her breath, looking embarrassed with her cheeks slightly pink. 

I grinned, getting an overwhelming urge to lean over and kiss her flushed cheeks. I didn't though. Instead I laughed and shook my head, "Men don't gossip, we simply state facts."

Paul nodded along with me, "I agree. I have poker night every Thursday and Grace thinks its for us guys to sit around and chat all night. It's not." 

I nodded understanding that while his wife rolled her eyes. "They drink and gossip, I've listened before!" She stated while Scar relaxed a little, the tension that was showing in her features eased up a little. 

"You should come next time," He told me and clasped his hand on my shoulder, damn near making me jump.

"I'd like that," I replied, not knowing what else to say. The whole idea of me spending time with Scar's dad though? It felt so personal... like something a couple would do. Did that mean I was passing their test?

"You're avoiding my question," Grace frowned at me from across the table, picking pepperonis off her pizza. 

I lifted my brow while Scar 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."

I looked at Scar then back at her mother, "You're right. She was amazing, the best dancer out there."

"I bet you tell all the girls that," Scar said from beside me."

I set my free hand on her thigh, knowing her parents would miss the move and gave it a small squeeze. "Honestly," I continued. "I couldn't take my eyes off of her all night." 

She rolled her eyes, acting silly and unaffected while her parents stared at us. "Yeah right, you probably couldn't even tell who I was between all the girls," She replied and stuck her tongue out at me. 

"You never know how to take a compliment," Her mom sighed as she leaned her elbow against the table and looked at her daughter.

"What? That's not true," She protested as she frowned at her, ignoring the amused expressions from both her father and I.

"You can't take criticism either," Her dad pointed out, smirking at her.

She faked a pout as she shot me a glance, "See? They're always against me." She made a show of sighing before breaking into a grin, her hand setting on mine and when I turned it our fingers tangled together.

I grinned back at Scar, my eyes boring into hers as she made an adorable face back at me, "Criticism can be constructive."

"Oh great, so you're on their team now," She shook her head as she faked a straight face, making her mom and dad chuckle.

"Our team always win," Her mom said as she winked at me. 

"I'm surprised since you raised a pretty stubborn one over here," I grinned back at her as I nodded my head towards Scar before me and her parents broke into a laugh simultaneously. 

Her mouth fell open as she watched us laugh, "I am so not stubborn!"

 

"You're being stubborn now," Her dad retorted, only laughing harder. 

Scar shook her head, "No, I'm simply stating a fact. And hey! You're supposed to be on my team instead!" She raised her free hand and poked a finger into my side, grinning when I gave her hand a little squeeze. 

"Oh am I?" I lifted a brow, beyond tempted to kiss her.... It already seemed like so long since the last time I did. She'd probably make me pay for it later though, I knew better than to act on it.

She nodded and bit down on her lip, trying to conceal her grin, "Yes, I'm very disappointed in you Mason."

"You can't blame him for picking the best team," Her mom chuckled like a silly teenager, I could see where Scar got her personality instantly.

"He'll pay for it later," she said simply and broke eye contact with me, the slightest blush still creeping across her face. 

"If I were you, I'd be scared," Her dad smirked at me. 

I squeezed her hand again and got back her attention, "I don't get scared easily." 

She just rolled her eyes at the silliness of the men in the room, "Can you go get me my meds instead? Please?" She asked politely, "They're in my room."

Her mom frowned as Scar mentioned the injury again, "You should rest, we're keeping you busy instead."

"It's fine, I'm glad you came over," She smiled genuinely, happy from the little reunion.  

"It's better if we go now," Paul told his wife and got up, walking around the table to kiss his daughters cheek and surely noticing my hand clasped with hers. He said nothing more, but I could see that he was desperately trying to bite back a grin.

She pulled her hand away from mine regretfully, giving her attention to her mom instead, "I won't walk you to the door for obvious reasons." 

"I can," I offered, standing up as her mom walked over to kiss her like her husband just had.

She waved her hand in the air, "It's fine, we won't get lost." She winked at me before hooping her arm around Scar's dad's.

"It's been nice meeting you Mason," He said and shook my hand while I nodded, offering an awkward smile.

"Bye," Scar and I said almost in unison, silence falling into the apartment once her parents closed the door behind them.

She sighed, looking exhausted but also happy. She looked stunning. "Thanks," She said simply, leaning into me and kissing my lips. Finally.

"I'm not sure what you're thanking me for, but if it gets me a kiss? I'm not complaining," I grinned at her to make light of the moment. I mean, I had just met her parents and for once in my life, I think they genuinely liked me. We were friends and we slept together time after time, but as more of that time went by, it felt like more to it. 

"For helping me today," She said with a shrug, finally looking back at me with her 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," I shook my head and scooped her up, carrying her straight to her bedroom where there was still clothes everywhere. I laid her down on a little pile of dresses and set my hand on her thigh, running my palm all the way down to her injured ankle and adjusting it on the bed. I could see the goosebumps I'd left in its wake, but ignored them and moved my eyes back up to hers. 

"No?" She gave me an innocent face that didn't quite fit her, before she finally broke into a grin. "But I'm tired." 

"Are you trying to get me to do all the work again?" 

Her mouth fell open, "Again?!" I laughed and moved my hands back up to her thighs, yanking those lacy underwear down her long legs. I heard her suck in a breath, my eyes on her body when she arched her back and let me take the dress off it. "What are you doing?"

"I'm about to eat my dessert."